90 Days of Spring: Forty-ninth day

She ran downstairs in a hurry, but the shopkeeper spread his hands and said: "The rest of the guest rooms are full, and there will be no room for a while."

Miaomiao frowned in embarrassment, "Then what should I do, where do I live at night?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly made an apology, "It's because the store is not doing well, which caused trouble for the girl. Why don't you refund half of the rent for the next few days as an apology?"

Miaomiao shook her head stubbornly, "I don't need you to refund the money, can you fix the bed today?"

The shopkeeper showed a look of embarrassment, glanced behind her indistinctly, and then coughed lightly: "I'm afraid this can't be done. That bed has been in disrepair for a long time, and it's broken. It will take at least three to five days to fix it."

Three or five days have passed, and Miaomiao saw that there was no room for change, so she pursed her lower lip in frustration, "Then I can only change one."

The capital city is prosperous and prosperous, with an endless stream of foreign travelers and many inns. Miaomiao simply packed her bag, she didn't have many things, she easily put them on her shoulders, and went out with a copper bowl in her hand.

Le Shui wanted to stop her: "Girl..."

Being stopped by Yang Fu raising his hand, he smiled faintly and followed Miaomiao leisurely with his hands behind his back, to see where she was going.

Miaomiao came out to find an inn, but it was strange, there were obviously many inns on the street, but none of them were willing to keep her. Almost every hotel was full. Miaomiao never knew that the inns in the capital were so popular. She walked half the street and didn't even have a place to stay.

Miaomiao stands on the street, looking back melancholy, is she going to sleep outside today?

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone a few steps away, and he followed her all the way, keeping a close distance. As soon as Miaomiao lowered her head, he was already in front of her, "Where do you live?"

Miaomiao pouted and snorted.

Yang Fu's back was bathed in the afterglow, and his outline was coated with a layer of molten golden light. His brows were soft, and he smiled slightly, "Miaomiao, there is a courtyard in this palace that is empty, and I am worried that no one lives there." /

Miaomiao was really desperate, she looked down at the carp in the basin, in a dilemma.

When he was hesitating, the chariot of the palace had already stopped in front of him. Yang Fu didn't force her to ask, and waited patiently for her answer.

However, the chariot happened to be blocked in the middle of the two streets, and it blocked the way in a short while, attracting the attention of many passers-by. The Sifang carriage was blocked, and some people didn't know it was the Siwang's carriage, so they criticized a few words in dissatisfaction. Seeing that he was indifferent, Miaomiao urged with a blushing face, "Quickly let him park somewhere else..."

Yang Fu said: "Get in the car, we will leave now."

Miaomiao was dumbfounded, "How could the prince..."

Seeing that there are more and more people around, if someone recognizes him, it will damage Yang Fu's reputation in the future. But he was calm and relaxed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, Miaomiao was so angry that he was so forced that she couldn't help it, so she jumped into the carriage with all her strength, "Get out of the way!" she said to the driver.

They are on the main street of the capital city, a little distance away from Ling'an Lane. Far away from the busy city, the outside of the car is becoming more and more quiet. The water of Quqing River is clear, and there are pieces of peach petals floating on the water surface. Looking from outside the curtain, you can see a red, white, gold and green peach forest in the distance, full of beauty.

Miaomiao's gaze was caught, she had never seen such a luxuriant peach forest, her mouth was slightly open, her small face was full of longing... When she didn't pay attention, she was hugged by Yang Fu, "I'm still alive Qi?”

Miaomiao regained her sanity, the chariot had already stopped at the gate of the palace, and did not move forward, "What is the prince talking about?"

Yang Fu pressed her cheek and said to himself, "Miaomiao, you still blame me in your heart. You should not be handed over to the prince, so you punish me like this."

Miaomiao blinked, he was right, she did have a grudge, but this was not the main reason. When she thought of going back to the palace, and Leshan Leshui's reaction when she first saw her, she felt very uneasy... The matter was far more complicated than she thought. Coupled with Wei Ling's injury, she had to concentrate on taking care of him, so she had recently neglected Yang Fu.

What's more, he forced her to go back to the mansion like that just now, Miaomiao didn't want to talk for a while, but she didn't expect him to say that.

Miaomiao suppressed her smile, picked up the copper bowl on the mother-of-pearl table and got out of the car, "Yes, I blame you." She got out of the car step by step on the footstool, stood under the shaft and looked up at him, "The prince knows When I fell into the water, I kept thinking why you didn't come."

Miaomiao saw the pain in Yang Fu's eyes, which was regret that could not be disguised. She had achieved her goal, and she smiled slightly, "I came back because I was unwilling to leave."

This remark was mixed with truth and falsehood, but Yang Fu was slightly startled when he heard it.

*

Speaking satisfactorily, as soon as she returned to the mansion, she automatically and consciously walked behind Yang Fu, looking around anxiously.

However, along the way, there was no terrified cry as she had expected, and she didn't point at her and yelled at someone who was haunted.

This made Miaomiao puzzled. In just a few days, they didn't remember her appearance?

But upon closer inspection, she has no impression of these maidservants at all, they are all unfamiliar faces. Miaomiao observed carefully, and she really didn't recognize any of them. She knew something in her heart, so she was unavoidably surprised. She stepped forward to catch up with Yang Fu, and she grabbed his sleeve, "My lord, you... have you changed all the maids in the house?"

Yang Fu nodded without changing his face, "The servants have also been changed."

He changed all the servants in the mansion? Is it for her? Miaomiao couldn't believe that he did this for her!

Yang Fu saw through her thoughts at a glance, and knocked on her forehead, "I told you not to worry, what are you afraid of?"

Miaomiao kept shaking her head, her lips opened and closed, and finally turned into a sentence: "Yes."

The yard that Yang Fu mentioned is called Wutong Pavilion. Indus trees are planted in the four corners of the pavilion, and there is also a tree in front of the main hall, both of which are 100 years old, so it is named after it. The place is quiet and elegant, with three floors of pavilions, which have already been prepared, and it is only a corridor away from Yang Fu's Rongguang Courtyard.

Miaomiao put Wei Ling on the sandalwood frame in the room, looked up and looked around the main room, it was completely different from the servant's room where she lived. Suddenly asking her to live in this kind of place, Miaomiao couldn't get used to it, "I think..."

Yang Fu interrupted her, "If you need anything more, just tell the steward and let him buy it for you."

Miaomiao nodded, then quickly shook her head, "Then why do I live here, do I have to serve the prince every day?"

There are two servant girls standing outside the door, who were assigned by Yang Fu to take care of her. Originally, I wanted to arrange more people, but I was afraid that she would not be used to it, so I sent two seniors to come here in a prudent manner.

Yang Fu pretended to ponder, "You can just go to the study every day, do you remember the name I taught you to write last time?"

Miaomiao thought about it seriously, and finally said frankly in discouragement: "I forgot."

If so, Yang Fu bent his lips helplessly: "I will continue to learn tomorrow."

Judging from his tone, it seems that the next few days will have to be spent in the study. Fortunately, Miaomiao is still quite interested in learning to write, so she obediently replied, "Your servant obeys!"

Yang Fu scratched her small nose, "You don't have to call yourself a servant girl in the future."

Miaomiao was puzzled, "Why?"

In the other courtyard before, sister Cen Yun taught her that she should call herself a servant girl in front of the prince, otherwise it would be disrespectful. She kept it in mind.

Yang Fu didn't say a word, she was no longer as simple as a maid in his heart. He was powerless at the moment, unable to give her a title, but wanted to keep her by his side, so he chose to trap her selfishly.

*

Miaomiao really overestimated herself. Literacy and hyphenation are too difficult. She studied for three days and finally learned Yang Fu's name.

At first she could only write Miaomiao, Miaomiao is simple, but Yang Fu told her: "There are three waters on the left and three waters on the right, and the three legs stand together. The word Miaomiao means the mighty water."

I didn't quite understand the latter part, but Miaomiao thought about the first sentence for a moment, "Isn't that adding up to six waters? That's why Wei Ling called me Liushui?"

Yang Fu said nothing.

Miaomiao clapped her hands in surprise, and immediately thought something was wrong, "Then the prince knows, why did he say he couldn't write last time?"

“…”

Yang Fu changed the subject, "I will teach you how to write other characters."

Later when he taught her to write Yang Fu, Miaomiao couldn't even hold the brush steadily, so Yang Fu covered her hand and taught her to write: "Write it a few times, and you'll get used to it."

His breath is right next to his ear, sprinkled on Miaomiao's cheek, warm and numb. Her breathing was unsteady, and half of her body was weak. If she hadn't held on to the desk, she might have fallen to the ground.

Yang Fu's chest was close to hers, passing each other's body temperature, Miaomiao didn't listen to a word, "Oh... oh."

When she was asked to write by herself, she was still crooked.

Holding her handwriting, Yang Fu couldn't laugh or cry, "Write again, if you can't write well, you won't be allowed to eat."

Miaomiao groaned, fell on the soft couch clutching her stomach, and began to play tricks: "I'm so hungry, can I write tomorrow? If I finish studying today, what will I study tomorrow?"

She really thinks a lot, and she only learned two characters in one day. Yang Fu picked her up from the couch, pinched her tender cheeks, "I can't even learn my king's name, it can be seen You don't care about this king."

She opened her eyes in bewilderment, "What is distraction? Can it be eaten?"

Yang Fu had nothing to do with her, he lowered his head and bit her lips, probably feeling puzzled, then he tossed and turned to **** kisses, very close to lingering. Miaomiao was so dazed by his kiss, she dodged whimperingly: "Don't don't want to, in fact, I've learned it a long time ago. If you don't believe me, look at it, my lord."

Speaking, he jumped away from his arms, came to the desk and picked up a pen, and outlined his name stroke by stroke on the rice paper. The handwriting was jerky, but extremely neat.

Yang Fu.

He looked at it, lowered his eyes and smiled, his handsome face was soft, like a blooming white magnolia outside the courtyard. Elegant and handsome, captivating.