90 Days of Spring: Forty-first day

In the cabin lay the body of the little maid, and Miaomiao stared blankly at it. This was the body she had used for more than a month, and she was not used to staring at it as a bystander.

"The body is all stiff..." Miaomiao poked her cheek with her hand, and sighed regretfully, "I have cultivated this skin for a long time, and now it can barely catch my eyes." It's a pity that they had to separate, She is very sad now, not knowing what to do next.

They must have thought that the little maid was dead, if she leaned back again, wouldn't it scare them?

Miaomiao leaned against the cabin and meditated. When it was approaching midnight, every household had already turned off the lights and went to sleep. Occasionally patrolling officers and soldiers walked by on the street, and no one paid attention to the condition of the lake. Half of her tail was submerged in the water, splashing out a few waves from time to time, and she refused to be honest for a moment.

She raised her head and asked Wei Ling for help: "Then what should I do? Will I have to stay in this lake from now on?"

Wei Ling coolly reminded: "Taiqing Lake is connected to the canal. If you go downstream along the canal, you might be able to return to the Wangfu Bieyuan."

Miaomiao turned pale with shock: "How can I do that?"

She has come to this point, so why not go back to the other courtyard to live her previous life? She couldn't do it no matter what, Miaomiao pursed her lower lip, supported the little girl's body and tried to drill in, but nothing changed, she was still her, and the girl was still a girl.

Miaomiao was extremely frustrated, "It's all because of that **** prince..." If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Suddenly remembered something, she quietly grabbed Wei Ling's clothes, "My blood stone was taken away by him, I have been unable to contact you, how do you know I am here?"

Wei Ling said frankly: "I went to the palace and happened to hear the conversation between Yang Fu and the prince. I learned that you fell into the water here. I guess you should still be here."

Paused, he didn't tell her about Yang Fu's injury after all, he just said that the prince wanted to **** this body. "I knocked him out, and brought this maid over along the way."

Miaomiao was filled with righteous indignation: "Why didn't you teach him a lesson?"

Wei Ling smiled lightly, "He is the prince, if something bad happens, you think I can escape?"

That's right, people from the imperial court will definitely set up a net to arrest him, and he will be in big trouble by then. Miaomiao felt sorry for her, and quickly felt relieved: "He is so bad, sooner or later he will have retribution."

Wei Ling smiled and said nothing, no need for him to make a move, there must be someone who couldn't help it.

Miaomiao was stunned, and said hesitatingly: "Then, did the prince agree to bring her out?"

He turned his head away, "I don't need his consent."

“…”

That was a hard grab! Miaomiao choked, and immediately panicked: "What can I do? He...will he be sad?"

She originally wanted to say "he will be sad", but she stopped suddenly. Did she overestimate her position in his heart? What if he wasn't so sad, otherwise, when the crown prince asked him for someone, why did he give it so simply?

Wei Ling said nonchalantly, "Maybe."

Miaomiao looked up at him dissatisfied, what kind of answer is this? Wei Ling was there at the time, so she must know a lot of things, but he was reluctant to tell her what he looked like, she wrapped her fingers around his clothes, seeing that he still didn't respond, she had no choice but to put them down pitifully.

"If I die, will he be sad?" Miaomiao lowered her head.

Wei Ling looked down, and could only see the top of her black head, whispering softly like a cat, probably asking him, but it seemed to be talking to herself.

The thin gown like the wings of a cicada was draped over her shoulders, making her figure even thinner. When the night wind blew, the thin gown floated on the surface of the lake and rippled. Miaomiao suddenly broke into a smile, her brows and eyes curved, "He better not be sad, because I will be unhappy too."

Wei Ling was stunned and looked at her fixedly.

Miaomiao slid into the water, and the blue hair bloomed on the water surface, like a huge lotus pod, extremely gorgeous. She only showed her head, her eyes were as bright as the moon, "If the medicine is hard to find, I'll go to the East China Sea to find it myself. As long as I can change it back, one more day is a day."

After speaking, please ask Wei Ling: "Wei Ling, can you help me look at her body first? Don't let others **** it away."

Wei Ling didn't make a sound for a long time, and after a while, he whispered: "The East China Sea is so big, do you know where it is?"

Miaomiao shook her head honestly, "You tell me the location, I can find it."

Wei Ling sneered unceremoniously, "Why should I tell you?"

She froze and looked at him hurtfully.

It is this pair of clear and clear eyes that no one can refuse. Wei Ling rubbed the center of her brows wearily, but there was nothing she could do with her, "Don't go, I have something to get back tomorrow."

Miaomiao subconsciously: "What?"

He glanced at her: "Blood stone."

Miaomiao bit her lip and fell silent completely.

*

Taiqing Lake is crowded with people during the day, so Miaomiao dare not appear in the sight of everyone, so she hides under the water and waits and sees.

You can see all kinds of beings from underwater. When she has nothing to do, she likes to observe everyone's expressions and guess their moods and actions. She once used this method to secretly observe Yang Fu for ten years, never getting tired of watching it.

Wei Ling told her not to come out early in the morning, and he went to the Prince's Mansion, and she waited here obediently.

The blood stone is with the prince, even if Miaomiao doesn't want it, it can't fall into Yang Chen's hands. After all, it contains Wei Ling's blood, so maybe he will use it for something. When Miaomiao thought of Yang Chen's face, the scene of him pushing himself into the water flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "Bad guy."

He must have known something, so he pushed her into the water on purpose. Miaomiao heard clearly that he ordered his servants not to go into the water, and it was not until a long time later that someone went down to salvage her.

How would he know? Could it have something to do with the bloodstone?

Miaomiao was puzzled and waited for Wei Ling to come back.

Noon passed, and the sun gradually set to the west, but he still did not appear. Miaomiao gradually became restless, could something have happened? The Prince's Mansion is heavily guarded. She has been there once and knows the situation inside. If Wei Ling goes alone, can she handle it?

Miaomiao became more and more uneasy, and couldn't help but float up from the rock pile at the bottom of the water. Through a layer of water, she saw that the people on the shore were all going home one after another.

The glow of the sun made the surface of the lake orange, as if it was dyed blood-colored, beautiful and beautiful. The place where she is is sparsely populated and covered by a willow forest, so almost no one cares. Miaomiao poked her head out quietly and looked around, but there was no sign of Wei Ling.

As soon as her eyes turned, she fell under a tree in front of her, and she froze suddenly.

I saw a person standing alone under the tree, like a bamboo in a cold mountain, wearing a white jade crown, and his sleeves lightly fluttering. He looked at the center of the lake motionless, his eyes were dark, his expression was haggard, and there was a sense of desolation and sadness for no reason. In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight and became very weak. He didn't have the elegant and unrestrained appearance before, and he looked devastated.

Miaomiao quietly sneaked not far away, couldn't see his expression clearly, and felt distressed for some reason.

How did he become like this? He was not at all the same as the him she knew, as if his entire heart had been hollowed out, and he fell hard from the clouds into the mud, leaving him in a mess.

Is it because she is not there? Miaomiao didn't dare to hope that she would be satisfied if he could remember her in the future. But if not, why would he do this?

Miaomiao wanted to go forward and tell him not to worry, she was fine, but she couldn't be by his side anymore.

Thinking about it, her eyes became moist, Miaomiao covered her eyes and choked up silently. She couldn't cry, she was about to drop pearls again when she cried, she pursed her mouth and kept holding back until her eyes were red, and then she burrowed into the water.

*

Miaomiao cried miserably at the bottom of the water, and the pearl beans sank all over the bottom of the lake, she was still crying and sobbing endlessly.

"I...I'm not dead..."

Yang Fu naturally couldn't hear her, her voice was very low, as if she was talking to herself.

When Wei Ling came back, what she saw was her miserable appearance, and those who didn't know thought how much she had been wronged. "What's wrong?"

Miaomiao raised her wet eyes, blinked and blinked, and asked without answering, "Why did you come back so late?" After that, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the long fish tail behind him, "Why do you... ?”

Wei Ling spread out her palm, and there was a bloodstone lying inside, "Keep it well in the future, don't let anyone **** it away."

Miaomiao showed surprise, took it and put it on her neck again, nodding repeatedly: "Yeah!"

She was mixed with joy and sorrow, so she didn't pay attention to Wei Ling's face, he looked very tired, and avoided answering about the sudden transformation into a mermaid. Miaomiao is short-sighted, and the light at the bottom of the water is not good, so she never noticed it and thought he was just tired after going out for a day.

Wei Ling did not forget: "Why did you cry just now?"

Miaomiao hesitated for a long time, "I... just saw the prince on the shore of the lake."

Wei Ling raised her eyes.

She shyed a few times and looked up at the water. The clear water flowed over her head. The water temperature in early spring was icy and cool, which was very pleasant to them. A red-tailed catfish swims slowly by, Miaomiao thought for a while, "He seems to be having a bad time. But what is he doing here, does he know I'm here?"

Wei Ling didn't even look at it, "He doesn't know."

Miaomiao lowered her eyelids in frustration, "Really."

Yang Fu came here purely because Miaomiao fell into the water here and was salvaged here again.

He can't even guard her body, so he can only come here.

*

The servant girl at the bottom cleaned up Miaomiao's belongings, and found a money bag under her bamboo mat, which contained a jade pendant and half a bag of pearls.

The jade pendant was the Pisces jade pendant that he had lost in another courtyard. He had searched for it for a long time but failed to find it. The remaining half bag of pearls is crystal clear and round, which is top grade.

When the steward handed it to him, he had a complicated expression on his face. It was clearly written on his face, how could such a maid have so many pearls? Yang Fu closed his eyes, he realized that he knew very little about her.

The mansion has not put pearls in storage recently, so where did she get them? Yang Fu's brows are deep, and there is another matter that he can't understand. Is it because the prince invited her to the mansion because he was offended by her?

If this is the case, why do you ask monks to chant scriptures and drink amulet water for Miaomiao?

The spring breeze wrinkles the center of the lake, the setting sun gradually disappears on the far side of the mountain, and the sunset is like blood. His wound hadn't healed yet, and he had another afternoon of cold wind, so he was already exhausted by now.

There was movement on the surface of the water at my feet, the sound of the water gurgling, and the light and shadow shaking.

Yang Fu Xun bowed his head, and saw a huge fish tail flashing past, which was illuminated by the setting sun, illuminating the darkness in his eyes.