90 Days of Spring: Day 38

The sky was fine just now, but it turned gloomy in a blink of an eye. In the distance, dark clouds oppressed the surroundings, covering half of the sky with grayness, Rongguangyuan was oppressive, making people feel uneasy for a while.

When I woke up early this morning, something was wrong with Yang Fu, the horns of his forehead twitched, he had a headache, and it didn't work even after being massaged. He was about to go to the study, when he walked to the corridor, he suddenly stopped and asked Le Shan behind him: "Is there any news from the Prince's residence?"

Le Shan nodded, "I heard that the prince left the mansion today with Miss Miaomiao, and he is going to take a boat on Taiqing Lake, so he must be here early."

Yang Fu hesitated, "By boat?"

Le Shan nodded: "Yes."

He frowned, and was about to go out, and couldn't help breaking up: "Order people to go to the Huxin Pavilion immediately, and don't let Miaomiao get on the boat."

The scene of Miaomiao falling into the water on the boat last time was etched in his mind, and he will never forget it. He stood helpless on the boat, the feeling of powerlessness was enough to experience once.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a person rushing to the door in a panic. It was Yang Fu'an's eyeliner in the Prince's Mansion.

He fell to his knees in front of Yang Fu, stuttering and babbling: "Wang, lord... Miss Miaomiao..."

This panicked appearance made Yang Fu's heart sink, and his voice became cold: "What's wrong with her?"

The servant finished speaking tremblingly: "The girl Miaomiao fell into the water and was rescued just now. Her life and death are uncertain..."

Yang Fu's body was shaken by that sentence that his life and death were uncertain.

He lifted the servant's skirt with one hand, his eyes were dark: "What did you say?"

The servant had never seen him like this before, so he couldn't speak at once, and couldn't speak clearly: "Prince, the prince asked someone to check...he died after being salvaged..."

Not waiting for the servant to finish speaking, Yang Fu threw him away with a loose hand, and strode out the door, "Nonsense, if something happens to her, I will kill you!"

The purpose of these people staying in the Prince's Mansion is to protect Miaomiao's safety, and to report the situation to him at any time. Now that Miaomiao had an accident, they naturally couldn't escape responsibility. It's not because of Yang Fu's harsh words, but because of their dereliction of duty.

One of them was on the boat this time, seeing Miaomiao being pushed into the water by Yang Chen, and wanted to go into the water to save her, but the crown prince was always watching from the bow, so he had to wait and see what happened. Not long after, the prince ordered someone to rescue the little maid, unexpectedly, in just a short moment, she was already out of breath, her limbs were cold and stiff!

The crown prince was shocked, and Dang Shi ordered someone to invite the doctor, who knew that the doctor had checked, shook his head and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I can't do anything."

The prince was furious, kicked him into the lake, and yelled "quack doctor".

The rafting was going well, but who would have thought that someone would die, and the servant was still kneeling on the ground, still in shock.

*

It took half a quarter of an hour to prepare the chariot, Yang Fu was not in a hurry, so someone brought Qinghai Cong from the stable, jumped on it, tightened the reins and rode towards Taiqing Lake.

The horse neighed and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Le Shan Le Shui was about to sit still, but he could no longer be seen. The two of them drove together and followed without stopping.

They have been with Yang Fu for more than ten years, and they have never seen him lose his composure like this, as if everything around him doesn't matter, he is full of satisfaction and only pretends to be that maid named Miaomiao. The Four Kings always give people the impression of being calm and peaceful, elegant and elegant, but now, he seems to have become another person.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the street scenery receded rapidly. There were not many pedestrians on the street at this time, so it would not hurt others.

Taiqing Lake was right in front of him, Yang Fu sped up again, wishing he could be by Miaomiao's side immediately. My mind is full of the four words my servant said, life and death are uncertain, life and death are uncertain...

His Miaomiao is still alive and dead.

Yang Fu finally came to the shore of Taiqing Lake, dismounted from his horse, and walked forward without stopping. There is a boat docked by the lake, and there are servants guarding the shore, so that idlers are not allowed to approach. There was silence in the cabin, and Yang Chen's violent scolding was faintly heard. He looked cold and stern, and stepped forward.

The servant raised his long sword and was about to call back the approacher. After seeing the appearance, he quickly knelt down: "I have seen the four kings."

Yang Fu turned a deaf ear, walked up to the bow, bent down and entered the cabin. After seeing the scene inside clearly, the pupils shrank, and the expression on his face was terrifying.

The wet little maid was lying flat in the empty space of the cabin, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. It's lifeless, without any trace of being alive and kicking like before, very much like...a person who has been dead for a long time.

Thinking of this, Yang Fu's heart trembled, and he slowly came to Miaomiao.

Yang Chen just realized his arrival, turned his head to look, feeling a little guilty for some reason, "Fourth brother..."

Yang Fu remained silent, and reached out to touch the little maid's hand, it was cold and stiff. He seemed to have been greatly stimulated, his face was almost sinister, and his fingers tremblingly tested her breath.

No breathing, no life, no pulse.

Yang Fu closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, his lower teeth were almost bleeding. He took a deep breath, his throat was dry and sore, and the smell of blood welled up.

In just two days, she became like this. Before she left, she was still lively and healthy, but she was still tired of acting like a baby in his arms, calling him prince softly. Yang Fu bent down and hugged her in his arms, and walked out of the cabin without saying a word, his whole body was gloomy, making people afraid.

Yang Chen stopped him: "Fourth brother, this king..."

Yang Fu interrupted him: "Get lost."

That glance, like an ice edge in the twelfth lunar month, pierced straight into the bottom of Yang Chen's heart, making him shiver uncontrollably from the cold.

He was stunned, and stood there in a daze, until the person walked away, and then he came back to his senses. He never thought that Yang Fu would turn against him because of a maid, but when he thought of Yang Fu's eyes just now, they were cold and gloomy, and for some reason, he felt a little afraid.

After a while, Yang Chen lowered his face and told him to get out?

Yang Chen couldn't swallow this breath, he shook his robe and walked out of the cabin. Before Yang Fu carried Miaomiao far away, he yelled and ordered his attendants to take it down!

The servants belonged to the prince, so they naturally obeyed him and immediately surrounded Yang Fu.

Yang Fu hugged Miaomiao in his arms, looked at the front expressionlessly, and didn't intend to let go, but hugged Miaomiao even tighter.

Yang Chen went around to him, "Yang Fu, how dare you be rude to me?"

Yang Fu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he asked without answering: "Second brother, do you remember what I said that day?"

Yang Chen was taken aback, obviously forgot, "Which sentence?"

He didn't answer, he turned a blind eye to the servant's sword, and walked out of the encirclement step by step.

Yang Chen forcibly took Miaomiao away that day. He once said that if there was anything wrong with her, there would be no happy ending between them. Now in response to that sentence, Yang Fu looks solemn, he is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the blade is sharp, cutting iron like mud. The usual gentle and delicate breath disappeared without a trace, replaced by a gloomy and cold air, which contained monstrous wrath, rolling over.

Leshan Leshui finally arrived, and hurriedly got off his horse and walked to him, seeing the pale maidservant in his arms, he paused: "This..."

Yang Fu ordered coldly: "The people on the boat just now will be killed without pardon and executed on the spot."

The two were taken aback for a moment, and immediately agreed.

Yang Chen was so angry that his nose was crooked: "You dare to touch my king!"

Yang Fu didn't stop, "Do it."

Le Shan Le Shui obeyed his orders, drew his swords to face each other, moved left and right, and solved the two of them in the blink of an eye. They are Yang Fu's close bodyguards, they compete with each other all the year round, and their martial arts skills are superb, how can it be compared with ordinary bodyguards. After a while, the prince's people were beaten to pieces, and they all fell on the shore of the lake, groaning. The **** water flowed into the lake, dyeing a piece of water scarlet, which looked quite strange.

*

The sound of the killing gradually faded away, Yang Fu carried Miaomiao on the horseback and took her to the hospital for treatment.

Holding the rein in one hand, he held Miaomiao tremblingly in the other, his eyes were red, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line. When he arrived at the entrance of the medical hall, he carried her off the horse, walked quickly into the hall, and put her on a couch.

The apprentice in the medical hall stepped forward to ask, but before he could open his mouth, he grabbed his collar, but he said: "Save her, save her for me!"

The apprentice was frightened by him, and he said tremblingly, "You, wait a moment... I'll ask someone to take a look..."

Speaking of breaking free from Yang Fu's shackles, he crawled inside to call for Master. Not long after, the old doctor came out, with a gray beard trembling, came up without saying a word, and raised **** to signal the patient's pulse.

In a short while, he had a strange expression, and shook his head while stroking his beard: "This man has been dead for a long time, sorry for the old man's inability to return to heaven, sir, let's go back and prepare the coffin."

Yang Fu flickered, looked at the bed in disbelief, dead? His Miaomiao... is dead?

That Miaomiao, who had a sweet smile and a naive smile, was never there again.

He didn't believe it, so he grabbed Langzhong's neck with one hand, and he was about to burst into tears: "It's nonsense, if you can't cure her, this king will take your life!"

It was only then that the two knew the identity of the person in front of them, and the little apprentice was anxious, "Let go of my master..."

The old man is old and can't bear the toss, he still insists when he is mentioned in the middle of the air: "Even if you kill me, I can't be brought back to life..."

A "resurrection from the dead" made Yang Fu's heart suddenly mourn, and the grief was unbearable, as if the flesh was being cut out of his heart alive, and the pain was so bloody.

He let go of his palm in a slump, haggard a lot in an instant, squatting in front of Miaomiao, whirling her outline a little bit.

It's not deceiving yourself, it's just that you don't want to believe it. From the moment he saw her, he should have known that her breath had long since ceased, and her body had already begun to harden and become cold. He came late, if he could have been half an hour earlier, maybe he could have saved her...

In the end, why did he hand him over to the prince? Knowing that the other party had evil intentions, he still failed to keep her.

Yang Fu picked her up and walked out of the hospital. He didn't ride a horse, just walked back to the palace, ignoring the surprised eyes of passers-by. With her in his arms, she weighed lightly, as if she could still move and laugh, and would wake up the next moment and call him the prince.

On this day, the four kings, whom the common people said were full of spirits, walked down the street in a haggard state.

On the large boat, the scene of Miaomiao falling into the water is vivid in his memory. He said that he would not let her experience such a thing again, but unexpectedly, within a few days, something happened to her again. Yang Fu stopped, looked at the silent person in his arms, stared blankly, and didn't move for a long time.

Dark clouds were pressing, covering the sky and the sun, and the rainstorm came quickly and quickly, pouring down, and the bean-sized raindrops drenched people to the bone in the blink of an eye. Thunder and lightning resounded through the sky.

The sight was hazy by the rain, his eyes were moist and warm, Yang Fu lowered his head, and lovingly covered Miaomiao's lips.

The lingering and gentle kiss gradually became fierce, with a little hysteria, devouring her breath in despair.