90 Days of Spring: Sixty-second day

"What did you say?" He asked softly, as if coaxing.

Miaomiao regained her composure, and was even more firm in her thoughts, "I want to stay here and take care of Wei Ling."

Yang Fu stepped forward, "He is a prisoner, do you want to be like him?"

As soon as he moved, the guards in the courtyard unsheathed one after another, and the blade reflected a gloomy light in the sun, making people shudder. Miaomiao took a step back subconsciously, and hugged Wei Ling tightly, "Why did the prince convict him like this? What did Wei Ling steal from the villa? If you really say that, you should have taken his things first, the prince."

Yang Fu stopped, speechless for a while, staring at her with dark eyes like a deep pool, "He repeatedly trespassed on the palace and disturbed the order in the palace, isn't it enough to convict him?"

Miaomiao swept over a dozen bodyguards, and resolutely said: "If you can stay, please judge me too."

Yang Fu shrank his pupils, and asked after a long time, "Is this true?"

She said: "Really."

"Nonsense." After saying this, Wei Ling frowned disapprovingly, "Liushui, I don't need you to stay, you go back."

Miaomiao is very embarrassed, "But how can I leave you..."

What's more, he is still injured, because of her injury. When Wei Ling was so powerful in the past, he was rarely injured. Since she insisted on coming to the shore, he has been injured continuously. How could she have the heart to leave at a time like this... She was really angry, feeling that Yang Fu was unreasonable, and Wei Ling was her only family member. Could it be that he wanted to force him to death?

How could he be so cruel?

Wei Ling stretched out her hand to push her, trying to send her outside the door, "Go back, after I recover from my injury, I will have a solution." This sentence was said very softly, only the two of them heard it.

Miaomiao staggered two steps, holding on to the straight door, unwilling to leave, "What if you don't recover... just in case, they treat you again..."

Wei Ling smiled lightly, "There are so many contingencies."

"Don't!" Miaomiao played a rogue, and stood still, "I won't leave, I will leave when you recover from your injuries."

She was really disobedient, Wei Ling didn't want to involve her, she was stupid at first, but now she became more stubborn. He frowned in boredom, not knowing what to do with her.

The two stood still, allowing the people outside the house to get through the gap.

Yang Fu frowned, and gave an order, "Take down the people in the house."

Several guards from the door moved together, and the two restrained Miaomiao, while the rest faced Wei Ling, holding their swords around his neck. They acted rudely, grabbing Wei Ling from left to right, causing the wound on his shoulder to open again, and Miaomiao could even see the blood oozing from their palms.

She couldn't help struggling, "Let go of him, don't touch him!"

Probably because she was too excited, it really made her break free. The two guards were about to catch her again, but Yang Fu stopped them with a look and stood still.

Miaomiao pushed away the guard holding the sword, like an angry little hen guarding Wei Ling, "Don't touch him..."

Several guards looked at each other in blank dismay, because of the presence of the Four Kings, it was not good to act rashly.

Yang Fu stood outside the door, separated by a threshold, with the light behind him, his outline blurred, "Miaomiao, do you really want to stay?"

Miaomiao was really driven to a dead end, there was an abyss in front and behind, she could only choose the side where the fall was lighter, "I beg you, my lord, please."

She said please, beg him to do it. She begged him in such a low voice for the sake of another person, it was like cutting out flesh from his heart.

"Okay." Yang Fu closed his eyes, "I promise you to stay in the villa."

Miaomiao bowed her head, her heart was suffocated, she had achieved her goal, but she was not happy at all.

Yang Fu said in a hoarse voice, "The villa is heavily guarded and no one is left alone. If you stay, you can only live here." You go back."

The dozen or so guards disappeared at the gate of the courtyard as silently as they had come, their figures getting farther and farther away, and then disappeared at the end of the path.

Miaomiao looked away, turned around and helped Wei Ling to sit down, "How are you, does the wound hurt?"

Wei Ling remained silent, and slowly asked, "Why did you stay?"

Miaomiao was slightly taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

He looked up, serious as never before, and his sword eyebrows were slightly lowered, "Why don't you go back to Beijing without Yang Fu? Don't you want to be with him? And why did you stay because of me?"

Miaomiao opened her mouth and stared blankly at him.

It was just a little bit short, the blurry layer of paper would be broken as soon as it was poked, and it was ready to come out. She suddenly panicked, and quickly dismissed this thought, "Is there any need to ask? Because you are injured and need my care."

Wei Ling stared at her deeply, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and then she laughed at herself, "I don't need your care."

Miaomiao pursed her lips, "Then I'm leaving now?"

She took out Jinyue powder and put it on the table, "You take the medicine three times a day, and you will be cured in less than ten days." Yan Qi turned around and deliberately walked towards the door.

Wei Ling lowered his eyelids, and the skirt fluttered in his eyes. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed her, "..."

After repeating a sentence for a long time, he finally spoke.

"Don't go."

Even if he is destined not to get it, at least at this time, let him enjoy a moment of tenderness.

*

Some places in Chengming Villa have not yet been built, there are often helpers going back and forth in the villa, and the cook naturally entertains them with meals. After a meal, there are no more than a hundred steamed buns, a large pot of broth, and dozens of side dishes.

Miaomiao got along well with the cook, and because of her sweet and sweet mouth, the cook would always leave her a few steamed buns, two bowls of soup and two dishes. She and Wei Ling lived in the Tongyuan, and accompanied him to recuperate every day, and three or five days passed quickly.

There are two rooms in Tongyuan that are barely fit for people. Miaomiao cleaned up the place, dried the moldy mattress, and covered it up at night to keep it warm. The only bad thing is that Jinyusan is almost used up, and Wei Ling's injury is not fully healed yet. She was troubled by this all afternoon, this bottle of medicine was given to Yang Fu when she came to the villa, and Yang Fu asked her to take it with her. It works well, but she doesn't know what to do when it runs out.

When Wei Ling walked out of the room, she saw her sitting on the steps with her chin resting, staring at the door in a daze.

He hesitated, "Six waters."

Miaomiao turned her head and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you awake?"

He nodded, stepped forward and stood beside her, "When do you plan to return home?"

Miaomiao asked instead: "Is your injury healed?"

Wei Ling lowered her head and could only see the top of her dark head, "Soon."

"Then we'll talk about it later." She hummed, subconsciously avoiding the question.

She couldn't forget the disappointment in Yang Fu's eyes when he left that day. These days have been lingering in my mind, can not pass away.

She broke his heart, no doubt about that. But in that situation, how could she abandon Wei Ling and go back to Beijing with him...

Miaomiao's thoughts were disturbed, and she pawed at the ground twice in boredom. When she stood up again, she felt her legs were stiff, unable to move at all, and almost fell headfirst into the ground. Fortunately, Wei Ling helped her steady in time, "What's going on?"

The feeling was fleeting, Miaomiao moved her left leg again, and there was no abnormality, she wondered: "Maybe it's because I've been sitting for too long, my leg is numb."

Seeing that she was fine, Wei Ling let go of her hand and said, "Be careful."

Miaomiao hummed, "Have you taken the medicine yet?"

The medicine is taken three times a day, and he can take it by himself now, so he doesn't need Miaomiao's help. Wei Ling said: "Just got up and went to it."

She said oh, she didn't express her sorrow, thinking that there are many guards in the villa, and when she is inevitably injured, if she goes to exchange pearls, someone must be willing to give them, right?

However, I never thought that when I woke up the next morning, there was a bottle of wound medicine on the bedside table. Miaomiao checked curiously, how did this thing appear? Someone came into her room last night?

Bewildered, she honestly handed the bottle of medicine to Wei Ling, "Look, what's the difference between this medicine and Jinyusan?"

Wei Ling put it on his nose and sniffed it, then poured some into his palm, "They are all medicines for trauma, but this bottle is not as precious as Jinyusan."

Miaomiao thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out who sent such a bottle of medicine.

"Where did you come from?" Wei Ling asked.

She suddenly realized, "I picked it up in the house."

Wei Ling raised her eyebrows, "You picked it up?"

Miaomiao nodded repeatedly, "I don't know who left it, if it works, you just keep it for the medicine."

Wei Ling took it in her hand and looked at it until she could see the bottom of the bottle clearly, her face became serious.

"What's wrong?" Miaomiao raised her head.

He put the porcelain bottle in his sleeve, got up and said: "It's nothing, I accept it."

Miaomiao looked at his back, her dark eyes half understanding.

*

Since Chengming Villa and his party, the Four Princes' Mansion has been shrouded in a layer of haze. The servants and servants all knew that the four kings were in a bad mood, so they acted a little more carefully than before, so as not to make any mistakes and offend the prince.

However, five days have passed, but nothing has improved. The commotion made the people tremble with fear and panic.

In the past few days, Yang Fu often went to Wutong Pavilion, staying for half an hour, sometimes even longer. The flat peach tree planted not long ago has survived, and the branches and leaves are much more lush than it. When Miaomiao was away, he took care of it himself.

Today, after pouring water, he handed the hanging pot to Leshan, and asked casually, "How is Chengming Villa?"

Le Shan said truthfully: "Everything is arranged according to the prince's order."

He nodded thoughtfully, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the peach tree in front of him, "If she needs anything else, she can tell this king at any time."

Le Shan said: "Yes."

Actually, he couldn't figure it out in his heart, since the prince couldn't bear her, he should have brought her back **** in the first place. Why bother to listen to her news every day, and then worry about her. Worried that she was hungry, he ordered the cook to prepare a special meal for her; knowing that she had run out of medicine, he ordered someone to deliver it that night...

What else?

Oh, the people in the villa also specially ordered it. In order to make her live comfortably, the fourth king ordered the entire family to turn a blind eye to her and not to trouble her. Follow her if you need anything.

Since the affection is so deep, so what if she is a mermaid? It is enough to keep it in the house without letting others know, and it is better to suffer from lovesickness every day.

Standing for half an hour, Yang Fu walked away, "Is there any movement from the prince?"

Le Shan replied: "The prince didn't make any movement, but the six kings frequently entered and left the palace, and greeted Empress Wei almost every day."

Yang Fu paused, "Sixth Brother?"

He didn't have a deep friendship with his brothers, and the same with the six kings. The sixth king, Yang Qin, was deeply loved by Empress Wei, he was able to speak well, and he had an exquisite heart. Compared with the prince, he should not be underestimated.

Le Shan nodded, and while he was talking, he saw a person walking in front of him, it was Le Shui who was staying in the main hall.

"My lord... someone is coming to the palace." He walked up to him, saluted respectfully, with a solemn expression, "Please come to the palace, I heard... Taifu Jiang is also here."

Yang Fu's face was serious, and he naturally understood the meaning behind it.

Specially invited him to the palace, and in front of Jiang Taifu, what could happen?