90 Days of Spring: Eightieth day

After the pilgrimage was over today, the sage called him to the back of the palace, and threw a few volumes of picture books in front of him. The first one was a scene of a woman standing gracefully, and the next few pictures are not necessary to read, the meaning is self-evident.

The sage and empress Wei were in a hurry, and they seemed to arrange a marriage for him by the end of this year. Without Jiang Alan, there would be other aristocratic ladies in the capital, and he couldn't investigate each other's details one by one. Yang Fu had a bit of a headache, the girl he liked hadn't been completely won, but he still had to deal with these trivial matters.

Le Shan came back from Ruifeng Courtyard, lowered his voice and said: "Luzhu said that she offended Miss Miaomiao, she is willing to be punished, nothing else."

Originally there were two servant girls in Ruifeng Courtyard, and the other one took leave of absence and returned home not long ago, so there was only Luzhu left. The reason is really simple to hear, but this maid kept her mouth shut and couldn't ask anything else, so she had to give up.

Yang Fu was flipping through the files of the corruption case in the Suzhou government. Hearing this, he raised his head, "How to offend?"

Le Shan recalled carefully, "It seems that he said a few words that should not have been said. At that time, no one else was around, so I don't know the specific situation."

Yang Fu pondered for a moment, "Hand her over to the steward, and dispatch two maidservants to Ruifeng courtyard."

Leshan should be, when he was about to retreat, he was called, "What else does the lord have to say?"

Yang Fu dipped the brush in the ink and picked up the brush to write, "I heard that Chenghuai went to Longzhou to build a flower garden. Is there such a thing?"

"There is such a thing." Le Shan said.

The four kings had many contacts with Mr. Huo Lang, but they all kept away from people's eyes and ears. The two had a close friendship in private. Before leaving, Huo Chuan had met Yang Fu once. It is precisely because of this that Leshan pays close attention to the affairs of Longzhou, thinking of those beautiful but dull eyes, it is inevitable to feel regret.

There were a few sentences on a letter, many of which contained the names of officials from all walks of life in Suzhou Prefecture. Yang Fu folded it and put it in an envelope, and handed it to Leshan, "Seal it with sealing wax and send it to Cheng Huai without any mistakes. "

Le Shan nodded, "This subordinate takes orders."

After saying that, he turned and left, Yang Fu rubbed the center of his brows, the candlestick on the table illuminated his face even more tired. He called the maid again, "Is Miaomiao asleep?"

Since she came back in the afternoon, something was wrong with her, she was absent-minded, as if she didn't hear what she said. Yang Fu asked her to stay in the room to rest, and he went to work in the study, and he didn't know that night was coming, and he didn't know if she was still asleep at the moment.

The servant girl responded, "My lord, Miss Miaomiao just woke up, and she hasn't slept since dinner."

Yang Fu got up and walked out of the study, "What is she doing?"

The servant girl said the truth, "I'm in a daze."

It was indeed like what she would do, Yang Fu smiled softly, and came to the entrance of the main room of Rongguang Yuan in a blink of an eye. A dim oil lamp was burning in the room, under which the little girl rested her chin in a daze, staring at the candle without blinking. There was light shining in the black eyes, but it couldn't startle the slightest wave in her eyes.

Yang Fuxing walked up to her, stretched out five fingers and waved in front of her eyes, and then she came back to her senses, "My lord, why are you back?"

"Of course I'll be back after finishing my official business." He sat down beside him, tilting his head and smiling.

Miaomiao poured a cup of tea from the pot and handed it to him, "Have a sip of tea." Then she sat back in her original place and was dazed, staring at the front with her big glazed eyes, not knowing what to think. Normally, she would snuggle up eagerly and chatter endlessly with a smile, not the current silence.

If something else happened, she should be anxious, not out of her wits. Yang Fu narrowed his eyes, since she went to Ruifeng Courtyard today, she must have seen Wei Ling... Has something to do with him?

Suddenly uneasy, he took a sip of tea calmly, "But something happened to Mr. Wei?"

Hearing Wei Ling's name, Miaomiao was startled subconsciously and almost jumped up from the embroidered pier. She shook her head in panic, "No, Wei Ling is fine."

However, this reaction betrayed her, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's okay. Yang Fu's black pupils sank, and he could guess a little, "Miaomiao, don't miss him in front of this king."

There was nothing he could do about their previous entanglement, the more he cared about it, the more he felt like a poisonous needle, piercing deeply into the apex of his heart, the sting was not obvious, but the venom spread to every corner. He still can't be sure who is more important in her heart, and this kind of anxiety has tortured him to this point.

Miaomiao mouth flattened, "Obviously you asked me..."

Under the light, her pretty face faded from its two points of brilliance, and became a little softer, with accusations in her eyebrows and eyes. Yang Fu's heart softened suddenly, he wished he could rub her into his arms and take her with him everywhere, only his. And he did so, reaching out to grab her in front of him, trapping her between his legs, "The sage gave me a few scrolls today, do you know what they mean?"

Miaomiao is not tall, and she is used to being looked down upon by him, but now she is a head taller than him, just enough to wrap her arms around his neck. She was successfully distracted and thought hard, "Let you paint?"

Yang Fu lowered her head, and whispered with his forehead: "No, let me choose the future four princesses."

Miaomiao didn't move, and suddenly became depressed, "Don't marry someone else."

She slowly let go of Yang Fu, trying to escape from his arms. Knowing that these things cannot be avoided, even if she becomes a human, Yang Fu cannot marry her. But she still didn't want to hand him over to others, she remembered what Wei Ling had said, raised her watery eyes and discussed: "You don't want to marry someone else, okay?"

With her cautious tone and anxiously staring at his every expression, this little girl can always easily touch his heartstrings and melt his heart together. Yang Fu then got up and walked out of the main room holding her wrist without saying a word, without giving her a chance to break free.

Miaomiao didn't know, so, "Where is the prince taking me?"

Lanterns hung high in the corridor, and the maid who was on guard at night wanted to ask a question, but stopped tactfully after seeing the atmosphere between the two of them. Yang Fu took her all the way to the study room, pushed open the mullion door, lit the candle lamp with a torch, and immediately cast two long shadows on the wall.

Yang Fu took her to the short couch, "Sit down and don't move."

Miaomiao was confused. He had already arrived behind the Qiaotou desk. He spread out a piece of rice paper and carefully observed her eyebrows and eyes with a pen. Miaomiao finally understood what he was going to do, got up and went over, "You want to draw me?"

Yang Fu looked upright, but his tone was extremely gentle, "Good boy, sit back."

Miaomiao sat back on the short couch obediently, her beautiful eyes glowed with hope, and the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, "Why did you draw me?"

Yang Fu said calmly, "If the queen asks again in the future, I can give her this painting."

She supported the collapsed edge, her smile collapsed, "The queen will be angry, she doesn't like me."

"How come?" Yang Fu sat behind the case and wrote a stroke on the rice paper. In fact, there is no need to look at it, this face is already very familiar, and every expression of hers comes to mind vividly when she closes her eyes . "The last time she left you in the palace, she praised you."

Miaomiao opened her eyes round in surprise, "What are you praising me for?"

Yang Fu smiled, "I'm stubborn."

The last time Empress Wei asked her to persuade Yang Fu, she had no choice but to say good things, so she just refused to agree. Queen Wei told Yang Fu about the incident, and angrily commented on her "stubbornness". Yang Fu had never told Miaomiao about this matter, but today she suddenly remembered it when she asked her, and deliberately said it to tease her.

Sure enough, Miaomiao didn't understand. Her knowledge of Chinese and Chinese characters is half-baked, let alone some esoteric idioms. "What do you mean?"

Swiping the two black eyebrows on the paper, Yang Fu's eyes became more gentle, "Say you are smart and sensible."

Miaomiao let out an oh, and giggled silly, as if she had memorized this idiom.

She was always restless, and after sitting honestly for half an hour, she became anxious. From time to time, she poked her head to peek at his paintings, but unfortunately she could only see a corner of the rice paper. not see. As soon as she moved, she was called out softly by Yang Fu, "Are you good?"

At first, Miaomiao still nodded, "Good boy."

In the end, I was so anxious that I shook my head like a rattle drum, "Not good, not good. Let me take a look, just take a look, okay?"

Yang Fu raised his eyes, with a hint of doting mixed with helplessness, "I'll see after the painting is done."

"What if you paint me ugly?" Miaomiao pouted, but still sat upright.

Seeing that Yang Fu was silent, she turned her shrewd eyes and asked in a soft voice on purpose: "My lord, am I beautiful?"

This girl's fuss was really overwhelming, Yang Fu bent his lips, but did not answer this question. However, if he didn't say anything, Miaomiao kept asking tirelessly, so that her soft voice echoed in the big study room.

"My lord, am I beautiful?"

"You talk."

"Why ignore me..."

She puffed up her cheeks angrily, glared at the calm person in front of her, and almost quit. After Miaomiao asked again, probably overwhelmed by her perseverance, Yang Fu whispered, "Beautiful."

Miaomiao bent her eyes contentedly, not to mention how proud she was, "I know."

In the past, she didn't think she was so outstanding. Since she became a human, she wandered around the palace all day, and more and more eyes were glued to her. Even when she smiled sometimes, the servant girl turned her head away with a blushing face, "The girl is extremely beautiful, if I were a man, I would definitely be fascinated by you."

It was only then that Miaomiao knew, oh, so she was so pretty.

After two hours, her portrait was finally finished. Miaomiao couldn't wait to jump forward, looking eagerly at the portrait in Yang Fu's hand, "Let me see!"

The little girl in the painting sits on the Maitreya couch, with her hands propped on the edge, her watery eyes smiling, and she stares quietly ahead. The eyebrows are like distant blacks, the lips are like cherries, and the face is like peach blossoms, floating on the picture scroll vividly. Miaomiao looked at it carefully in front of her, as if looking at another self in the mirror, "It seems."

It's late at night, Yang Fu pressed it with a paperweight, "Find someone to frame it tomorrow, it's getting late, go back to sleep first."

After sitting for two hours, Miaomiao couldn't bear it even if she slept all afternoon, Miaomiao turned her head reluctantly, "Then you have to hang up later."

Yang Fu nodded, "Okay."

She was worried, "Just hang it in the study. When you are tired from reading every day, take a look at me, and your mood will improve!"

It would really put gold on her face, Yang Fu scratched her nose with a smile, "Looking at paintings is worse than looking at people, it's better to call you directly."

Miaomiao covered her nose and murmured, "What if I'm not here?"

Yang Fu paused, "No."

He won't let her go, she can only be by his side for the rest of her life.

*

After two days of escaping, Miaomiao felt that she couldn't go on like this, she had to talk to Wei Ling, otherwise she wouldn't know how to face him in the future. She had brewed some words in her heart many times, and struggled over and over again, and finally made up her mind to go to Ruifeng Courtyard this day.

As soon as I stepped into the door, I felt that something was wrong in the courtyard, as if it was not quite the same as when I came the day before yesterday. There was no maid named Lvzhu in the courtyard, only two maids in pink and blue gowns were carrying water. She hurried to the front, looked at the main room and asked, "Is Wei Ling there?"

The two servant girls looked at each other, probably recognized her, one of them rubbed her hands and said, "Young lady, don't you know that Mr. Wei Lang left yesterday."

Miaomiao thought, "Leaving?"

Did she just hesitate for a day before he left? But why didn't he tell her before leaving? Miaomiao didn't believe it, and rushed into the house without waiting for the two to answer. The windows in the room were bright and clean, and the inner room was tidy and tidy, with no sign of anyone living there.

There was not even the slightest sign of Wei Ling, Miaomiao suddenly remembered something, went to the bed and lifted the soft pillow, and sure enough there was no sachet. When Wei Ling left, he took everything with him, except he didn't tell her.

Unspeakable discomfort welled up in my heart, and I felt a little more guilty towards Wei Ling. When she walked out of the room, the two maids were still standing outside the courtyard, and she asked relentlessly, "Where did Wei Ling go?"

Both of them were at a loss, "Mr. Wei Lang didn't tell the servant girl the itinerary before he left, and the servant girl didn't know."

Seeing the two facing each other, she didn't know what to think of, "Why are you? What about her..." It took a long time before she remembered the maid's name, "Where is the green bamboo?"

This is an easy answer, and the two of them said: "Green Bamboo has been transferred to the backyard by the steward, does the girl want to see her?"

Miaomiao nodded, "Take me to see her."

Guided by the two, she came to the laundry place in the backyard, and found the green bamboo figure in front of the rows of clothes. Miaomiao stepped forward eagerly, straight to the point, "Do you know where Wei Ling is?"

Lvzhu was twisting her clothes, she was quite surprised to see her coming, "Mr. Wei?"

After listening to Qing Miaomiao's words, she lowered her head with a gloomy expression, "I don't know..."

How could he know, she was just a maid, how could he tell her his whereabouts. Even Wei Ling has left, she only found out now. Miaomiao was really ill and went to the doctor in a hurry. Seeing that she didn't look like a fake, she didn't continue to pester her, and ran out of the back room in a hurry.

Before passing by a pond, he suddenly realized it. He scolded himself for being stupid, took out the bloodstone from his chest and held it tightly in his palm, and chose an inconspicuous place to hide. She was more nervous than ever, and after thinking for a long time, she said softly, "Wei Ling, why did you leave?"

The blood stone became hot in her hands, but unfortunately she didn't get a response after waiting for a long time, Miaomiao tried to call again, "Wei Ling?"

No response.

In a hurry, she held the **** stone high under the sun, and called Wei Ling several times in succession, "Where are you? Did you leave because of me?"

The sun pierced into her eyes, Miaomiao squinted her eyes, looking at the drop of blood constantly flowing in the stone, her nose was sore, her voice choked up without warning. "I still have a lot to say...Aren't you going to forgive me? I was too surprised that day, so I couldn't talk to you..."

The words were incoherent, and only she could understand them.

Wei Ling over there might not be able to hear, she sat down leaning against the tree trunk in a daze, and her emotions fell to the bottom all of a sudden.

*

The painting was framed with loose flower silk and hung in the study, facing Yang Fu's raised desk, one could see her smiling face just by looking up.

He was checking the letter from Longzhou, when he heard hurried footsteps outside the door, a figure broke into the study, "My lord, do you know that Wei Ling is gone?"

Yang Fu put down the letter, turned his head to look at her for a while, "I know."

Any movement in the mansion will be reported to him by the steward, not to mention that this is not a trivial matter, Wei Ling's leaving is exactly what he wants to do. I came back late yesterday and didn't have time to hear from her ward. I didn't expect this girl to know today. It seems that he is still very concerned.

Miaomiao suddenly felt powerless, and was about to cry, "Why didn't you tell me? I...I still have something to say..."

Yang Fu stared, "What are you talking about?"

As if she hadn't heard of it, sweat ran out of her forehead, "I can't find him, and he ignored me when I tried to find him with a blood stone... What should I do, what if something happens to Wei Ling?"

Yang Fu pressed her trembling hands, took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Yesterday, the guards escorted him out of the city gate. The official road is very safe, so you don't have to worry."

Under his comfort, Miaomiao gradually calmed down, "Then why did he ignore me?"

Yang Fu paused and said, "Maybe I didn't hear you."

She gave a muffled hum, and secretly planned to look for him again at night.

The weather turns into deep lips, and the weather gets hotter day by day, and even a slight movement is covered with water. Miaomiao sweated a lot during the day, took a shower in the evening without eating dinner, and was anxious all afternoon, and now she finally calmed down. Wei Ling is very powerful, and nothing will happen to him. He may be angry with her, so he ignores her.

Thinking of this, Miaomiao sighed softly, she must explain it to him.

Laying on the couch after dinner, she hesitated holding the bloodstone, not knowing whether she should speak or not. If he was fine, why did he ignore her during the day? Is it because he didn't want to talk to her? Then, is she asking for trouble if she looks for him again now?

When he hesitated, Yang Fu had already finished washing, he sat down on the edge and rubbed her forehead, "There will always be a chance to meet in the future, there is no need to rush this moment."

Miaomiao blinked, as if thinking about his words.

There was only one candle lamp left in the room, and the smoked spices wafted in. Before Miaomiao could recover, he took the blood stone away from her hand and put it on the table beside her. She reached out and said, "Give it back to me."

Helpless, his hands were too short, before he could reach them, he grabbed his willow waist and straddled his waist without warning. She blushed, "What are you doing?"

Yang Fu's palm was strong and warm, and he moved down her slender waist, "Are you leaving?"

After a long pause, Miaomiao finally realized the meaning of the words, and was about to open her mouth, when a big unruly hand was stuck under the hem of her skirt. She bit her lip and moaned, her body limp against his chest, her ears flushed with embarrassment.

Yang Fu insisted on asking clearly, "Miaomiao, tell me."

Miaomiao bit her lower lip, "Don't you know..." He touched his hands, and asked deliberately.

It's been really tough these days, so she was taken apart and eaten. Unexpectedly, Guishui came the next day. In order to take care of her body, he had no choice but to give up. Now that Guishui has finally gone away, he will naturally let her go.

Yang Fu raised his hand and put down the golden curtain, turned over and pressed her under him, and when she could accept it, he helped her slender waist and slowly sent her in.

It still hurts a bit, and it swells a lot, but it is easier to accept than the first time. Miaomiao couldn't help whining, like a flat boat, sinking and floating with his movements. The legs were sore and swollen, and they were constantly being filled, and they couldn't help but moan softly from their mouths.

The candle lamp was dim, and as soon as he lowered his head, he could see the unbearable beauty of the little girl. Yang Fu pressed her hands on the head of the bed, interlocking his fingers, and his movements tended to become more intense. She can always easily tug at his heartstrings, without too many words, a look makes him unable to hold back.

She has a very sensitive body, and once she entered deeply, she would hold him tightly, and Yang Fu's clear voice became deeper and deeper, "Miaomiao, I want a girl..."

Miaomiao raised her head and bit his shoulder, leaving a row of tiny tooth marks, "It's not up to me..."

She was so weak that she finally lay softly in his arms, her bright eyes were covered by long eyelashes, and she fell asleep wearily.

*

Four or five days later, it will be the beginning of summer, and counting on her fingers, it happens to be the ninetieth day since she came ashore.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye. She was terribly afraid of this day. Since she left the body of that maid and became a human, this day is nothing to fear.

Miaomiao asked questions with the blood stone every day, but never got a response.

In the past few days, Yang Fu would not let her go whenever he was free, probably because he had endured it for a long time before, he would press her on the bed and toss her for an hour or two every night. Miaomiao can't stand it anymore, even walking now her legs are sore, but he is full of energy after being full, which is the complete opposite of her.

Finally looking forward to him leaving for a while, Miaomiao took a bath, put on her gown and came outside the courtyard, taking the opportunity to bask in the sun.

Just as she was about to go back, she felt that the stone on her chest was hot, and she quickly took it out to check, the bloodstone was emitting a bright red light. She hastily held her hands in front of her, and before the other party opened her mouth, she hurriedly asked, "Wei Ling?"

It was a bit noisy over there, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, after the rustling sound, it was not Wei Ling, "You are Miaomiao?"

It sounds like an old man, with a slightly hoarse voice, calm and gentle.

Miaomiao hesitated, "Who are you, where is Wei Ling?"

"He's in the East China Sea. I gave you the medicine to turn you into a human last time." He was obviously old, but his tone sounded tough, "You and I have some connections."

So... he is the old shark in the East China Sea?

Miaomiao suddenly became respectful, holding the blood stone with a solemn expression, "Grandpa, I am very grateful to you, but I have never had a chance to tell you." She scratched her cheek, and then asked, "Why is Wei Ling Will it be with you? Why is he ignoring me these days?"

However, the old man's next words made her freeze suddenly——

"He is near the end of his life, and he came to see me before he died. He is in a coma at the moment."

Miaomiao was stunned, and her voice was trembling when she spoke again, "What did you say...?"

The other party let out a long sigh: "His body is dying, and he probably won't last much longer."

Miaomiao is like a clay sculpture. The spring breeze blows on her body, but it brings a bone-chilling chill, from head to toe.

Wei Ling is dead? Is he going to die, but wasn't it okay to meet a few days ago? The doctor also came to check on him and said that he is fine, as long as he is taken care of.

Why is life so short?

Miaomiao's throat was so dry that she couldn't speak a few times, she swallowed and said: "Why?"

The old man looked down at the person on the stone bed. Although he warned several times not to tell the truth, he was about to die.

Without getting a response from him, Miaomiao was afraid that he would suddenly lose contact, so she anxiously asked several times: "What's wrong with Wei Ling? Please tell me..."

After some consideration, the other party said eloquently: "He originally had an old injury on his body, and it was left behind when he came to the East China Sea to get medicine two months ago. Afterwards, he came here again and asked me to get it. Human pills, I haven't succeeded in refining the medicine for decades, but he insists on taking it away. In order to increase the chance of success, he forcibly gave up decades of cultivation, and now he is injured all over his body, I am afraid it is powerless Back to heaven."

Miaomiao only felt a roar in her head, she bent down and shrank into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

It turns out that there is no medicine that can turn into a human being, but Wei Ling gave her his cultivation base in order to fulfill her. Now she got her wish, but Wei Ling was about to die.