90 Days of Spring: Fifty-fifth day

Yang Fu sensed her nervousness, "Do you know who it is?"

Miaomiao shook her head like a rattle drum, and quickly denied: "I don't know." After speaking, she guarded the door even more tightly, her expression undoubtedly leaking her emotions, "Did the prince hear it wrong? It's getting late, do you Want to go back and rest?"

The sun had not yet set, and it was shining brightly above her head, but she was able to say these words calmly. Yang Fu bent his lips thoughtfully, put his hand on the door panel above her head, pushed lightly, and the mullion door creaked open.

Miaomiao's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to speak. He has already stepped into the room.

Oops, Wei Ling is going to be discovered...

She didn't think about herself, her first reaction was Wei Ling's safety. Aside from other things, she still knows the consequences of breaking into the palace.

Miaomiao followed into the house apprehensively, never feeling such heavy footsteps. She had made enough mental preparations, but when she saw the two standing in front of her, her eyes still went dark.

Wei Ling just came out of the water, and the tip of her hair was dripping wet, slipped from her chin to her neck, and then flowed into her skirt. He unhurriedly put on his outer robe, tied the belt and raised his head to glance outside.

Yang Fu's face was gloomy, and he narrowed his eyes.

Looking at Miaomiao again, she seemed to be stupefied, standing still and not moving.

Wei Ling smiled softly, "Si Wang, it's been a long time."

Yang Fu didn't answer, but ordered in a cold voice: "Leshan Leshui."

The two people who had already arrived at the door responded and took a step forward, "The subordinate is here."

"Take this person down and **** him to the dungeon." He walked out of the bathing room with a flick of his sleeves, his brows were condensed, "Trespassing the palace without permission is an unforgivable crime."

Miaomiao didn't expect him to be so angry, she pleaded with her lips: "My lord, Wei Ling—"

Yang Fu rolled his eyes, "Miaomiao, don't make me angry again."

She fell silent suddenly, intimidated by his glance. She looked at Wei Ling worriedly. In the past, Leshan Leshui was not his opponent, but now that he is seriously injured, can he resist the two of them?

Who knows that Wei Ling didn't struggle, and let them hold her left and right, raised her eyebrows and mocked, "I don't know, the four kings asked the public to report their preferences."

Yang Fu stopped, turned around and looked back, "In addition to entrusting the public to report private affairs, this king prefers to use lynching." Immediately, he closed his eyes, his brows were cold, "This person will be strictly guarded, and he will not be released without my king's order." .”

Miaomiao was stunned by the word "lynching", she reached out and grabbed Yang Fu's sleeve, "No, my lord, please let me go..."

Yang Fu frowned, raised his hand to cover her lips, "I don't want to hear it."

Seeing that Leshan Leshui was going to take Wei Ling away, Miaomiao panicked, not knowing where they were going to take him, so she raised her foot and stopped in front of them regardless, "It's not what you think, Wei Ling Ling didn't do anything bad, he just, he just..."

The more anxious you are, the more you can't explain clearly, Miaomiao's eyes turned red, she looked up at Wei Ling, "Why don't you run away?"

Wei Ling smiled, "Liushui, have you forgotten what I gave you?"

Miaomiao couldn't remember for a while, "What?"

He thought she was stupid, so he whispered in her ear, "Bloodstone."

Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, "But this..." This thing can only talk to him, but it can't save him. What's the use?

Before they had time to ask more questions, Wei Ling was taken away by Leshan Leshui. Miaomiao watched the direction they were leaving, and couldn't help following a few steps. Looking back in frustration, she found that Yang Fu was looking at her with a very ugly expression on his face.

*

No wonder the servant girl said that she has a good appetite these days, it turns out there is another reason. He trapped her here, but she got along with another man day and night.

Yang Fu closed his eyes, and when he thought of that scene, he couldn't help wanting to tear the opponent into pieces.

When Miaomiao told him about this person, he didn't feel anything. How could he know that dozens of days later, he would be so jealous of this person. They have been together for thousands of days and months, a time he has never participated in.

In the heart of the little girl, Wei Ling is her most important relative.

The most important, more important than him? Yang Fu found that he could not accept this result.

He opened his eyes, "Come here."

Miaomiao slowly moved to him, still wanting to speak for Wei Ling: "My lord..."

Yang Fu asked, "When did he come to the mansion?"

Miaomiao thought for a while, if not counting the fish body, it should be..."Three days ago."

Three days was the second day after she revealed her identity, so the timing was too coincidental. A layer of frost condensed on Yang Fu's face, his black pupils were deep, "Is he the same as you?"

At first, Miaomiao didn't know what he meant, and it took a long time to realize: "...um."

Isn't it human too? Yang Fu continued to ask: "What is it?"

Every time she asks this question, she pretends to be deaf and dumb. Yang Fu was even more angry, "You are not allowed to step out of the gate of the courtyard until you move to the Rongguang courtyard these few days before you go to the summer resort."

Miaomiao looked up, "What about Wei Ling?"

He stared at her for a long time, then walked away without answering her question.

Miaomiao followed step by step and asked persistently: "My lord, please..."

Yang Fu stopped suddenly, she bumped her head in sullenly, and retreated half a step with a bang. His voice came from the front: "If you mention him again, this king will put him to death."

"...Don't!" Miaomiao opened her mouth, then covered her mouth tightly.

He continued to walk forward, Miaomiao looked back at the other end of the corridor, but Wei Ling was no longer there. She pursed her lips and held the blood stone tightly through her clothes.

*

Miaomiao didn't need to do anything, someone came to Wutong Pavilion in the evening and moved all her things to Rongguangyuan. The two maids put her things in Yang Fu's bedroom, tidied them up properly and said, "If you have any other orders, girl, just call me by our names."

As he spoke, he retreated to the door, and Miaomiao stood in front of the bed, in a daze, feeling unreal.

This is the place she had thought about many times. She bent down and touched the soft pillow, and the picture of Yang Fu sleeping here appeared in her mind.

Obviously she was so close, but she was going to shrink back again.

Miaomiao was thinking wildly, feeling inexplicably sad, she just wanted to stay by his side, why is it so difficult? The gap between them is not only about their identities, but also about their race. It is a hurdle that she will never be able to cross.

There were footsteps behind her, Miaomiao turned her head, and before she could see the appearance of the person coming, her lips were covered.

The clear breath entered her nose, which was a smell she was all too familiar with. As soon as Miaomiao's lips and teeth loosened, he took advantage of the loophole and had to raise her head to accept his demanding kiss.

Yang Fu hooked her little tongue and kissed her very fiercely. The tip of Miaomiao's tongue tingled slightly, and she raised her brows and moaned. Unexpectedly, instead of restraining herself, he bit her hard.

Miaomiao was in severe pain, but she couldn't shake him, only feeling a fishy smell slowly overflowing from her lips and teeth.

Such Yang Fu made her very uneasy, her body trembled, almost submerged in his turbulent waves.

Yang Fu took advantage of the situation to push her on the bed, and his slender body covered her, and he could feel his scorching temperature through the material of the clothes. He finally let go of her, and rubbed against her ear, his voice hoarse: "Miaomiao..."

Miaomiao's lips were numb, and she hummed in a daze.

But Yang Fu didn't answer, just called her name in a low voice over and over again, every time with deep affection.

Miaomiao touched her mouth, and when she took a look, she really saw blood. She didn't know whether he gnawed her or kissed her, the mouth was too harsh.

The waist felt cold, Si Wang's hands had already penetrated into her blouse, moved along the soft waistline, and covered the little bun on her chest. Miaomiao's cheeks were blushing, "My lord?"

Yang Fu lowered his head and held his mouth, "Miaomiao, I don't want to wait."

Miaomiao was taken aback.

"Whatever you are, I want you." His voice was too low.

But, but... Miaomiao was about to sink into it, when suddenly Leshan's voice came from outside the door: "My lord, the seven kings are here to visit."

No one would be happy to be interrupted suddenly, "What's the matter?"

Le Shan didn't know what happened inside, and said truthfully: "It seems to be related to the assassination of the prince."

This matter has not been investigated yet, the sage wanted to entrust this matter to him, but he refused, and later he handed it over to the Seven Kings. Among the many brothers, Yang Ting walked closest to him, and he was more willing to discuss anything with him.

Yang Fu stood up, stared at Miaomiao for a moment, got up and said: "Let him wait a moment, this king will pass right away."

After Le Shan stepped back, he got out of bed and straightened his clothes. Before leaving, he put his pink lips in his mouth and ordered: "Remember what I said."

Miaomiao watched him go, thinking about what sentence he was referring to.

*

All the maids and servants guarded the door, and she was the only one in the room.

Miaomiao's heart was in a mess, sitting on the beauty's couch with her head drooping, her sanity had already flown away. It wasn't until the bloodstone on her neck became hotter that she realized what was going on, and quickly took it out and asked, "Wei Ling?"

Wei Ling over there cut straight to the point: "Promise him to go to the Summer Resort."

Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment, although she didn't agree, Yang Fu had already made the decision for her. "What's wrong? Are you okay, have they made things difficult for you? Where are you now?"

Wei Ling turned a deaf ear to her series of questions, and just said: "The security in the villa is not as strict as that of the palace. I can take you away when I get there."

Miaomiao was surprised: "Can you escape?"

He on the other end sneered, "This kind of prison can't trap me."

Miaomiao always felt that something was wrong, she frowned and thought for a while, her mind suddenly cleared up: "How do you know that the lord is going to take me out? Did you hear our conversation, that time... you made your noise on purpose?

For a long time, Wei Ling said: "Yes."

But, "Why?"

He analyzed in detail, "Only in this way will the people in the palace lower their guard, and it will be easier to take you away."

Miaomiao couldn't refute, she was not as thoughtful as he thought, "...that's it."

Later, Wei Ling told her that he would also go to the Summer Resort, and that he would contact her after he found out the terrain layout. Miaomiao just nodded her head, and when he finished the last sentence, she said softly like a mosquito: "Wei Ling, do I have to leave? I think the prince doesn't seem to be afraid of me..."

Be quiet, Wei Ling chuckled, "He's not afraid of you, what about Jiang Alan?"

Miaomiao was silent.

He continued: "As far as I know, Taifu Jiang will take his granddaughter with him to the Summer Resort this time. Liushui, do you want to be burned as a monster?"

Miaomiao's hand holding the blood stone froze suddenly.