90 Days of Spring: Eighth day

It's fine to reject once, but she was rejected a second time.

After returning from Hanyuxuan, Miaomiao has always been in such a dejected state, and she doesn't even answer her words. Cen Yun stretched out her hand to touch her forehead, and the burning has long since ceased, and she is still in good spirits, so what's going on?

Miaomiao had been thinking wildly all night, his mind was full of Yang Fu's words... He said that he would pay more attention in the future, what should he pay attention to? Didn't he even have this little special treatment? Didn't he plan to treat her well... After a little change, she returned to the same place because of her words. Miaomiao was so depressed that she was self-defeating, and she simply regretted it.

Yang Fu said that he has no love for her, and that he is not sad and disappointed is a lie, but Miaomiao didn't dare to believe it, so the emotion is not too sad. The only thing she was afraid of was that Yang Fu would alienate her and treat her like other maids, which made her extremely terrified.

Miaomiao moved back to the servant's room in the morning, but her mind was so far away that she didn't even hear Cen Yun calling her twice.

"Miaomiao, what's the matter with you? You haven't been quite right since last night. Could it be that you've been bewitched?" Cen Yun was not without seriousness, and she wanted to shake her shoulders as she spoke.

Miaomiao hurriedly avoided, shook her head and explained: "After you said that to me yesterday, I went to ask the fourth king, but he said he didn't like me, and said he would pay attention to it in the future... Sister Cen Yun , does the prince hate me?"

From the first sentence she spoke, Cen Yun opened her mouth wide in surprise, until the sound fell, she was shocked and speechless: "You, you..."

Should I say that this girl is bold or short-sighted, once she told her so casually, she ran to ask her seriously! Look, this is the end, how could the prince admit it, he is such a peerless person, how could he be tempted by a little maid?

Miaomiao's eyes quickly turned red, and the tip of her nose was acidic, "Is it?"

Cen Yun calmed down a little. Seeing how pitiful she looked, she pinched her skinny cheeks, "My lord is very magnanimous, why would he hate you because of such a thing? It's just Miaomiao, this matter Just keep it in your heart and know it, but don’t bring it up in the future.”

Miaomiao doesn't quite understand, "Why not?"

She likes him, how much she wants him to know, she can't wait to remind him every moment. But they can't, their identities are very different. At present, the prince's tolerance towards her is already the maximum limit.

Cen Yun analyzed patiently: "My lord will always marry a wife. If you express your heartfelt love to your lord every day, and the future princess hears about it, you will be rewarded."

The four kings are twenty-five years old this year. It is not normal for them to have yet to marry a wife and have children at this age. But it is true that Yang Fu has never been close to any girl. The saint proposed marriage for him many times, but he declined all of them. Indifferent to ambition, peaceful and far-reaching, this is the portrayal of the four kings, as if they are outsiders, indifferent to the mundane things in the world.

Hearing the word marrying a wife, Miaomiao felt pain in her heart. She lay back on the quilt, buried her head deeply in the soft pillow, and the sound of the urn came from below: "Sister Cen Yun, I want to rest for a while." .”

Cen Yun felt sorry for her stubbornness, and sighed: "Anyway, there is nothing to do ahead, so you can sleep a little longer, and I will call you again in the evening."

When she didn't speak, Cen Yun assumed that she had acquiesced, got up and went outside, and carefully closed the mullion door for her.

*

He will marry a wife and have children, he will be gentle and considerate to other women, he will forget the little maid named Miaomiao, and grow old together with his wife.

Miaomiao huddled in the quilt for a whole day, unable to think about this problem, she was so afraid that such a thing would happen... It seemed as if a poisonous weed had been planted in her heart, and it quickly grew and spread. Miaomiao admitted that this kind of thinking was selfish, but she still He did not want Yang Fu to marry a wife.

She had to find a way to make Yang Fu like her, and because she was leaving after ninety days, she desperately hoped to leave a mark in his heart. But how to make him tempted? Sister Cen Yun said, the prince is pure-hearted and ascetic, he treats others kindly and alienated, it is not easy to get into his heart.

Miaomiao squeezed her small fist, there will always be a way, she has to take it step by step.

Once you firmly believe in this idea, your body will seem to have a steady stream of strength. Instead of lying on the bed and complaining about yourself, it is better to take practical actions. She jumped up from the bed and glanced at the sky outside. It's dusk, the sunset glows, and the colorful twilight casts on the eaves, covering the main room of Hanyuxuan in a layer of light golden light, which is even more carved and jade-built, just like a palace with shells and pearls.

Yang Fu was about to return from Yunjinzhai. After he had finished cleaning his hands, he was about to take down the towel from the shelf when a small white hand beside him moved faster. The little servant girl looked serious, and meticulously wiped off the water droplets on his hands, without the nervous look of yesterday.

Yang Fu couldn't help staring at her, after what he said last night, she felt so sad that she was about to cry, she walked out without saying a word. I thought she would have some influence today, but I didn't expect her to be the same as usual, with quick hands and feet and a bright smile, "Okay, my lord."

Yang Fu was a little dazed, he wanted to care about her health, but when he thought about what he said yesterday, he hummed and walked behind the table to prepare for dinner.

After a meal, he didn't intend to go to bed, so he put on his cloak and walked out of Hanyu Pavilion, heading towards the Huxin Pavilion.

This has been his habit for many years. Every few days, he would go to the Huxin Pavilion to see the scenery, rain or shine. Seeing this, Miaomiao couldn't help but put down the work at hand, and followed his back with her eyes. When she was far away, she said to Cen Yun anxiously: "Sister Cen Yun, I have a stomachache, so go out first..."

Cen Yun waved her hand considerately, "Go, come back earlier."

Before she finished speaking, Miaomiao had already run out. There was no one in the corridor, she lifted her skirt and ran all the way, finally saw Yang Fu not far away. She subconsciously hid behind the tree, out of breath, her bright black eyes were closely watching his movements.

Yang Fu crossed the Jiuqu Bridge and stopped in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Behind him stood Leshan Leshui, and the two followed closely.

Qing knows that he is in a bad mood now, but Miaomiao can do nothing but hide behind a willow tree covered with frost. She lowered her eyelids in disappointment. It would be great if she could be by his side at this time. Unfortunately, the one who has this qualification should be the wife he is marrying, not a lowly maid.

The ice and snow melt, the earth rejuvenates, and all things return to vitality. Under the warm light of spring, tender green shoots and leaves emerge, stretching gracefully, and growing vigorously. The water and the sky on the pavilion in the center of the lake are the same color, and the shimmering light is rippling on the lake surface. At the end, the blue sky is like washing, and the Chengjiang River is like practice.

Miaomiao and Yang Fu are separated by half the distance of the backyard, one in front and the other in the back, each with their own thoughts, and they stand together for more than half an hour.

It wasn't until the cold wind hit, Le Shan stepped forward to comfort him, that Yang Fu walked out of the pavilion. Miaomiao hid far away behind a rockery by the lake, watched the three of them walk by, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"People are far away, what are you looking at?"

*

This voice... ridiculed with disdain, is Wei Ling's usual tone.

Miaomiao turned her head in surprise, only to see Wei Ling standing two steps away from her, staring lazily at her with folded arms. But in just seven or eight days, Miaomiao jumped up to him happily and circled around him, "Where have you been, Wei Ling? I came to the lake to look for you a few days ago and called you." There is no response after so many voices, have you abandoned me? Are you still angry with me?"

A few questions in a row, Wei Ling raised her hand to hold her head, to stop her non-stop movement, "I went out for a while, and I didn't know you came to me. What, encountered difficulties?"

Miaomiao nodded again and again, still feeling lingering fear, "I had scales growing on my body last time, and I was almost seen by others..."

Wei Ling frowned, "Didn't I warn you not to touch water in front of others?"

"I don't know." She pursed her mouth aggrievedly, "Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and it disappeared by itself the next day."

She said it lightly, if someone saw it, the consequences would be disastrous. Wei Ling pinched her cheek twice as punishment: "Be careful in everything in the future, I can't help you all the time."

Miaomiao agreed very happily, because Wei Ling's return made her a lot of joy, and she has been worried for the past few days, for fear that he will never come back again. Now it's all right, Wei Ling didn't abandon her, and didn't get angry because of her waywardness.

It is rare for the two to meet each other. Miaomiao has a lot to say, and it is hidden here, so there is no need to worry about being discovered. Miaomiao clutched his sleeve tightly, looked up with great interest, "It turns out that human beings have so many interesting things, and I'm still watching the New Year's Eve, and I ate a lot of delicious things..."

Wei Ling let her drag her, quietly listened to her chatter, and asked without warning: "How are you with him, have you met?"

It's not just meeting, she waits on each other every day, Miaomiao hums unhappily, and honestly explains how she spent the past few days with Yang Fu. She didn't even have reservations about Yang Fu's refusal, she had always trusted Wei Ling unconditionally, she would tell him whatever he wanted to know.

After hearing this, Wei Ling sneered mercilessly, staring at her thin face, "How can you catch his eyes with your ugly appearance?"

Miaomiao was hit hard. Although it wasn't her own face, she was using it anyway. How could he speak so harshly?

"Then tell me...how can I make him like me? Wei Ling, I want him to like me." Miaomiao seemed to be holding on to the last straw, pleading with sobs.

Wei Ling was silent for a long time, and then asked calmly: "At first you said you only wanted to talk to him, but now you are asking more and more... Liushui, have you thought about the future?"

Ninety days later, she left the other courtyard and returned to being a carefree koi.

What about Yang Fu?

With tears in Miaomiao's eyes, she shook her head helplessly, "I don't know...but Wei Ling, I want to be selfish just once... just this once..."

A teardrop overflowed from the corner of her eye and slid down her chin. Wei Ling reached out to catch it, and there was a shiny pearl lying in her palm.

He narrowed his eyes and said: "I can't help you much, most of it depends on yourself."

He paused, and revealed cruelly: "First take care of your face, and make your body rounder. Otherwise, you will look like a skinny little girl, and no one will be interested in seeing it."