90 Days of Spring: Fifty-first day

Sitting on the rosewood chair in the main hall for two days, the Seventh King Yang Ting was passing by accidentally, and ran into Jiang Alan by chance. She was coming out of the courtyard next door, holding a small jar of fermented rice in her hand, and asked him with a smile if he would go with him, but Yang Ting couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he came with her.

The maid brought tea, and the fragrance of Pu'er in early spring was overflowing. Yang Ting took a sip, and his eyes fell on the wine jar brought by Jiang Alan, "This is it?"

Jiang Alan smiled slightly, and pursed her lips with a brocade handkerchief, "This is the peach blossom wine that Alan made last year, and now there is only a small jar left, and it happened to be near the Four Princes' Mansion, so I thought of sending it along. I didn't expect to meet the Seven Kings, why don't you share the wine with Alan, right?"

Yang Ting took a sip of tea noncommittally, and looked towards the door: "I don't have any opinions, but the fourth brother doesn't seem to like this kind of sweet wine."

Jiang Alan was disappointed for a moment, and then smiled: "Alan was negligent. This wine tastes sweet, and it is more suitable for my daughter's family."

She picked flowers in the peach orchard next door today, and was busy all afternoon, preparing to use these petals to brew this year's peach blossom wine. Thinking that Yang Fu's palace was nearby, he couldn't help being fascinated, and after the picking was over, he still didn't leave, so he ordered the servant girl to fetch peach blossom wine and deliver it in person.

Jiang Alan suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of my daughter's house, it was the Flower Festival not long ago, I wonder if the prince can go out?"

Yang Ting is alone, how could he care about this kind of life, he shook his head, "Not yet."

"Alan went to Soochow Temple..." She hesitated to speak, her body was trembling as she tightly wrapped her peony and rich silk handkerchief.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ting asked with his head tilted.

When she thought of the scene that day, she couldn't help being afraid, "Does the seventh king know about a maid in the fourth prince's mansion named Miaomiao?"

Yang Ting hesitated, nodded and said: "I know."

Not only that, he also knew that since the accident with the maid, the fourth brother has been out of his mind, and almost turned against the prince because of the maid. From Changyuan, I knew that the relationship between the two of them was not simple, but I never thought that the fourth brother's affection was so deep that even the saint was alarmed.

Jiang Alan was trembling, and whispered with a complicated expression: "She is not dead...she is alive, Alan saw her in Soochow Temple..."

Yang Ting stopped holding the cup and spilled a lot of tea. not dead? Then why are the imperial doctors helpless?

Jiang Taifu once said that her body was robbed, and her whereabouts are unknown. Could it be that someone rescued her? Yang Ting asked her seriously: "Are you reading that right?"

Jiang Alan nodded, very sure, "I'm not mistaken, Alan heard the prince call her Miaomiao."

That's rare, is there a medicinal material that can bring the dead back to life? The sage thought she was dead, so he didn't pursue it any further. After all, it's nothing to care about with a dead person. If he knew that Miaomiao was not dead, would he let her go so easily?

Yang Ting glanced at Jiang Alan indiscriminately. She is the person in Queen Wei's favor. Although she did not marry into the royal family, the queen already loves her as half of her daughter-in-law. So, is she positioned in the same way? See Miaomiao as a thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh?

Jiang Alan calmly looked back at Yang Ting, "Seven Kings?"

Yang Ting calmly said: "There are many strange people in the world. It is not surprising that she can be cured. Maybe she didn't die at that time, but just passed out."

Jiang Alan wanted to say more, but seeing that he was not interested in speaking, he swallowed it down.

Not long after, two figures walked by under the verandah, she stood up to greet her, lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes and said respectfully: "I have seen the four kings, Alan came here uninvited, please don't blame the four kings."

Yang Fu walked past her, sat in the official hat chair in front, and cut straight to the point: "I don't know what the girl is doing?"

The maid brought the peach blossom wine and presented it to him. Jiang Alan raised her eyes and said, "This is the peach blossom wine made by Alan himself..." She suddenly fell silent, staring straight at the girl beside Yang Fu.

Miaomiao didn't pay attention to her eyes, but was attracted by the peach blossom brew, bursts of fragrant and mellow fragrance hit her, as if she was in a peach blossom forest. Want to drink... Seeing that Yang Fu didn't move, Miaomiao almost took it for him. But since it was sent by Jiang Alan, she could only force herself to hold back without reaching out.

Yang Fuxuan took a moment, and the servant girl took it and put it on the table of the Eight Immortals. He held on to the armrest of the cloud pattern, "Thank you for your kindness."

Jiang Alan was speechless for a while, and looked up behind him with fear and fear in his eyes: "This, this...isn't it..."

Miaomiao met her gaze, "My name is Miaomiao." After thinking for a while, she added, "I'm not a ghost. If you don't believe me, try it. I have body temperature." Feel it yourself.

The sudden touch made Jiang Alan turn pale with fright, he let out a scream, staggered back half a step, accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, and knocked off the small ink-colored clock on the edge. The porcelain was broken to the ground, and she stood in a mess, looking extremely embarrassed: "You...you..."

Miaomiao blinked innocently, her hands still in mid-air: "What are you afraid of?"

Yang Ting laughed and tried to smooth things over, "Miss Jiang, don't panic, why don't you let the fourth brother explain it to us?"

Throwing the question to Yang Fu, his cold eyes swept over Jiang Alan and landed on Yang Ting, "As the seventh brother saw, Miaomiao is not dead. She found a good medicine a few days ago, so she was cured. "

He explained it lightly, and Jiang Alan pursed his lower lip lightly, showing annoyance. The servant girl went forward to clean up the broken porcelain, and the tea splashed on her skirt. The girl from the Jiang family was always gentle and quiet in front of others, never had she been so embarrassing.

Yang Ting suggested, "Since the clothes are wet, why don't you take the girl down and change."

The servant girl wondered: "The seven kings don't know that the clothes of the women of the right age in the house are only the clothes of the maid. It is not suitable for the identity of Jiang girl..."

When the voice fell, Yang Fu stood up, "Girl, please come with me."

Jiang Alan held up her pomegranate skirt and stared at him blankly, as if she had misheard. Not only her, but most of the people in the room were astonished. The fourth king would personally take Miss Jiang to change clothes? Miaomiao pursed her lower lip, looked at Yang Fu's expression, saw that he didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly felt depressed.

Jiang Alan was flattered, and followed Yang Fu out of the house embarrassingly: "My lord..."

Yang Fu walked ahead without saying a word.

Passing through the end of the verandah, we stop in front of a moon cave gate, where green bamboos are planted in the corner, standing proudly. Beside the bamboo forest is a square pond, in which the fish swim flexibly and colorfully.

Yang Fu stood with his hands behind his back, without any intention of moving forward.

Jiang Alan was puzzled, "Didn't the prince want to take Alan..."

"Girl Jiang." Yang Fu interrupted her, "Who did you talk to about Miaomiao?"

Jiang Alan's face changed, it turned out that this was his purpose, taking her to change clothes was just a gimmick, what he was thinking about was still the maid named Miaomiao. She lowered her eyebrows, "Except for the Seven Kings, I didn't mention it to anyone."

After a while, Yang Fu turned around, "That would be the best."

Jiang Alan suppressed his emotions, "My lord, why are you..."

"You should know what this king means." Yang Fu said calmly, and Wu Tong looked at her quietly, "Some things have nothing to do with you, so I don't care about them."

After speaking, he walked away, how could Jiang Alan be reconciled, and stepped forward to stop him, "Why has nothing to do with me? Don't you know... don't you know..."

Queen Wei's words stuck in her throat, and when she met his cold eyes, she lost the courage to say them.

Yang Fu smiled slightly, not very warm, he was even more aloof than the green bamboos in the garden: "What do you want to say?"

Before Jiang Alan opened his mouth, he had already left, leaving only one sentence——

"No matter what Queen Wei's plan is, it's just her idea and has nothing to do with this king. The person I want to marry is never you."

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After Yang Fu came back from the bamboo garden, he saw two people sitting in the main room, chatting very harmoniously.

Miaomiao sat in his seat, restless, unable to resist Yang Ting's question. He asked her what medicine she took and where she went after being robbed... How would she answer this?

"I..." Miaomiao couldn't bear it any longer, but fortunately Yang Fu came back in time to save her from the fire and water.

Yang Ting saw that there was no one behind him, "Fourth brother, why did you come back alone? What about the girl from the Jiang family?"

Yang Fu said: "We should go back."

Most ordinary girls can't bear his words. It was evening, and Yang Fu was about to ask someone to prepare a meal, when he saw a person coming in from outside the house, it was Jiang Alan in a plain dress. This attire is undoubtedly the same as that of the maids in the house. When everyone was stunned, she Yingying came to the front and saluted, "Alan is late, let the two kings wait for a long time."

Yang Fu's eyes darkened, and just about to speak, Yang Ting thought for a while and said, "It's okay, since we're here, let's have a meal together, and I'll let the people from the fourth brother's house take you back later."

Yang Ting was thoughtful, she specially sent peach blossom wine made by herself, if she just went back like this, it would be because the Fourth Prince's Mansion didn't treat guests well. Anyway, it's still early in the day, so it's not a bad idea to keep her for dinner.

Yang Fu said nothing, and turned his head to look at Miaomiao.

The little girl was probably angry with him, she refused to look at him, and stared stubbornly at the Eight Immortals table in front, her cherry lips pursed into a line.

Obviously she was upset, her thoughts were so easy to guess, Yang Fu couldn't help but bend his lips. Withdrew his eyes lightly, and turned to Jiang Alan in the center of the main room, "What do you think, girl?"

Jiang Alan bowed his head, "But according to the prince's order."

There are four of us at the same table for dinner. Although Miaomiao's identity and name are not right, no one said a word. The peach blossom wine brought by Jiang Alan was placed on the table, and half a bowl was poured in front of everyone. Miaomiao lowered her head and took a sip, as if peach blossom petals had melted between her lips and teeth, sweet and mellow.

It was the first time for her to drink, but she thought it tasted good, and she was depressed, so she finished it in a few sips.

A table of dishes can't arouse her personality, she is only interested in that jar of peach blossom stuffing. Miaomiao drank three small bowls in a row, and was about to pour it down again, when Yang Fu pressed the back of his hand: "Don't drink it."

She shook her head, already a little confused, "No, I want to drink..."

Yang Fu said in a deep voice, "Don't drink."

His expression was too serious, Miaomiao pursed her mouth in grievance, she was about to cry, "Why are you so fierce?"

Yang Ting couldn't see it, "Four brothers don't have to worry about whether this wine is intoxicating." He said and motioned the servant girl to pour another bowl for her.

Miaomiao immediately lowered her eyebrows and said, "The seven kings are the best."

Yang Fu's face became more and more ugly.

Facts have proved that for Miaomiao, a little girl who has never touched alcohol, peach blossom wine can also be intoxicating. After a meal, she was already drunk and curled up on the round table, talking nonsense in a daze.