90 Days of Spring: Forty-second day

The light dazzled his eyes, and it was particularly eye-catching on the deserted riverside.

How can there be such a big fish? Yang Fu lost his mind for a moment, then chuckled, probably because he was injured too badly, and even his mind was confused.

There were many sword wounds on his body, those guards didn't dare to fight him, they were only skin wounds at most. The key point is that Yang Chen's sword directly penetrated his shoulder, and he simply didn't hurt his vitals, otherwise his entire arm might be useless. Even so, the imperial doctor still told me to rest well, it is best to lie on the bed and not to walk around.

Yang Fu didn't listen, and came to Taiqing Lake the next day, one stop lasted a whole day.

At the moment, my mind is groggy and not very clear. After the sun went down, there was a little coolness on the shore of the lake, which made his body temperature higher and higher.

Yesterday the crown prince came to the palace and made a big fuss, and when the matter got to the ears of the sage, he was inevitably outraged. He most advocated respect for brothers and sisters, and the prince used the public to seek personal gain and hurt the four kings, so he undoubtedly did not take his words to heart. The sage was not without disappointment with the two, and ordered the prince to be banned for a month, ordering him to reflect at home. As for Yang Fu, he is injured, and the maid is gone, so there is nothing to pursue, just stay in the mansion to recover from his injuries.

What Yang Fu didn't know was that because of this reason, Empress Wei was more eager to arrange the marriage for him.

As night fell, the lights of Wanjia gradually lit up, illuminating the capital city in shadows. Yang Fu never moved. Usually Leshan Leshui should have appeared at this time, but today he has not been seen. Miaomiao hid in the dark, secretly observing his situation.

He didn't look good at all, his complexion was very bad, Miaomiao couldn't help getting closer, and hid behind a willow tree growing on the bank. His eyes were empty and his body was lonely. Miaomiao struggled for a long time, but never came forward.

Looking at it for half an hour, it was already dark, and Yang Fu suddenly limp and fell down.

"My lord!"

Miaomiao cried out in shock, and rushed forward to rescue her.

Unfortunately, it was too late, Yang Fu was standing on the shore of the lake, he lost his mind and fell into the water, right in front of Miaomiao's eyes.

The water splashed her face, Miaomiao dived into the water anxiously, and rescued Yang Fu from the water. He was not very conscious, and when he poked his forehead, it was surprisingly hot. Not only that, even the wound on the shoulder was cracked open, oozing traces of blood.

Miaomiao was very anxious, "My lord, how are you doing?"

For a while, she didn't care about her identity being discovered, she came to the shore with almost her whole body, and kept calling his name. She didn't dare to touch him casually, if she touched the wound, it would make him more painful.

Suddenly he grabbed his wrist, and he intermittently: "Miaomiao... Miaomiao..."

In a daze, he seemed to hear Miaomiao's voice. Only that little maid would call him the prince with such anxiety and concern, and only she dared to open her mouth to call him by his name.

Miaomiao is back? she is not dead?

The moment he fell into the water just now, he seemed to see someone coming out from behind the tree, with long ink-splashed hair winding across the lake, like a mass of lush seaweed, making his face extraordinarily white under the moonlight. It was only for a moment, he couldn't see her face clearly, the fish tail that flashed just now came into his line of sight again, through the water curtain, Yang Fu slowly closed his eyes.

He had a terrible headache, and he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it.

I can only hear a vague voice in my ear: "My lord, wake up, don't do this... I feel very uncomfortable after watching it..."

Is it really Miaomiao?

Yang Fu held the bright wrist in his hand with all his strength, not allowing her to break free, "Miaomiao, don't go...don't make me feel guilty for the rest of my life."

It took all his strength to say a word, and later he didn't speak anymore, but he still didn't let go, just lying on the lakeside, frowning deeply.

Miaomiao stared at him blankly, thinking about what he said just now.

However, he couldn't lie down all the time, Yang Fu was having a fever, if he didn't seek medical treatment in time, he was afraid that his body would be in danger. Miaomiao asked for help holding the blood stone: "Wei Ling, where are you?"

The blood stone gradually became hot, Wei Ling's voice was very soft, "Under the water."

His voice was so weak that he could barely hear it, as if he had been interrupted by her to rest, and his tone was not good. Miaomiao flinched, the words of pleading for help were stuck in her throat, and she was a little speechless: "...Oh."

After waiting for a while, Wei Ling asked, "What's the matter?"

She stared at Yang Fu, and said for a long time: "It's okay, you rest first."

Wei Ling didn't speak anymore, and the light of the blood stone dimmed after a while.

Miaomiao didn't think too much, unbuttoned Yang Fu's clothes, and examined his wound by the moonlight. His clothes were soaked in blood, so Miaomiao tore off her thin shirt and rewrapped it for him, dipped a cloth in water, and wiped his forehead, neck, and body over and over again.

Fortunately, there is no one here, otherwise, seeing this scene, they would not be scared to death.

A half-man, half-fish merman goes back and forth between the lake and the shore, constantly cooling down a man. She has limited mobility and looks a little funny from a distance.

Not long after, Yang Fu started to feel cold, which made Miaomiao difficult, where can I find a bedding for him?

Miaomiao gritted her teeth, and simply opened her arms to hug him, keeping him warm with her body temperature. She moved her hips back slightly, not wanting him to touch her fish scales. Looking up, there is a brilliant starry sky, and the stars are shining brightly, reflected in her eyes, and converged into a bright river of stars.

Speaking of it, this seemed to be the first time they had been lying side by side and hugging each other.

Yang Fu hugged her tightly, not only absorbing the warmth from her body, but also the smell of Miaomiao. Clear and pure, the fragrance of green grass dew, never tired of smelling it.

"Don't go..."

Yang Fu buried her in the neck, either calling her name, or repeating this sentence, over and over again, without being too wordy.

Miaomiao's body temperature is not too high, but the two of them hug each other to keep warm, which is better than nothing. The gravel under her body made her tail hurt a little, Miaomiao frowned and moved, but Yang Fu hugged her even tighter.

He almost begged: "Just a little longer, just a little longer." His voice was hoarse and jerky, not as calm as usual.

Did he think he was dreaming?

Miaomiao rubbed against his chest, full of nostalgia, "My lord, I am Miaomiao... I don't want to leave either, but I can't..."

Only now did she realize that she was afraid. If someone suddenly appeared and saw her, would she have a good life in the future? Maybe it will also implicate Wei Ling, their mermaids are rare, and it has been rare to see the same kind in the past two years.

Since he looked fine, Miaomiao became ruthless, broke off his arms that were imprisoned around his waist, got up and moved back into the lake.

The arm was caught again, Yang Fu seemed to open his eyes, "Where are you going?"

Footsteps sounded not far away, accompanied by the voice of Leshan Leshui: "My lord?"

Seeing that they were about to approach, Miaomiao shuddered all over, waved her hands away from his palm, and jumped into the lake without hesitation. The waves splashed everywhere, Yang Fuxu fell softly back to the ground, in front of his eyes was the pitch-black dome, looking around, how could there be Miaomiao's shadow?

However, there was still a faint fragrance around, which he was all too familiar with.

Isn't it a dream?

The two of Le Shan came to the front, and they were quite surprised to see his appearance, "Is your lord okay? Your subordinates are late, please forgive me."

Yang Fu got up slowly, his clothes were tied loosely around his body, his clothes were half dry, weak and haggard, when had he ever been in such a mess? The two sighed in their hearts, the prince has been like this since Miaomiao left, this is the third day, how can it continue.

Yang Fu looked at the lake, Shaoqing withdrew his gaze, and said softly, "Go back to the house."

Although Leshan and Leshui were puzzled, they respected his words.

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Since that night, Yang Fu has been coming to Taiqing Lake almost every day for the past two days, without even changing places.

Miaomiao didn't dare to appear casually anymore, so she just watched from a distance, from morning to night, as if she had returned to the days in other courtyards. Yang Fu didn't know if it was better, but there was no expression on his face, as if all the charm had been deposited, and there was only dead silence in his eyes, without wave or embarrassment.

He was holding a piece of Pisces jade pendant in his hand. Under the sun, the jasper was transparent, whirling over and over again, as if he could still feel her body temperature.

That little girl back then was so courageous, what kind of mood did she have in hiding this jade pendant? Are you not afraid of being severely punished after being discovered?

As soon as Yang Fu closed his eyes, her smiling face was brighter than the warm spring sun.

My heart became more and more empty.

The maid's body was well preserved at the bottom of the lake. She had Wei Ling's medicine in her stomach, and her body would not rot within ninety days. Miaomiao was determined not to go on like this, and she made up her mind to tell Wei Ling: "I'm going to the East China Sea!"

Wei Lingxuan asked her, "Are you really going?"

Miaomiao nodded her head twice, instead of sitting and waiting for death, it is better to fight for it one last time, if she really gave up like this, maybe she will regret it later. "Help me look at her body, I will be back as soon as possible."

Wei Ling couldn't help but pour cold water on her: "The fish in the East China Sea are fierce, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

Who knows that she is very straightforward: "Don't be afraid!"

After saying that, he fastened the bloodstone around his neck and was ready to go: "I will contact you if there is anything to do, just wait for me here."

Wei Ling gritted her teeth and let out a grunt, "Come back." While saying that, she grabbed her tail fin and dragged her towards him forcefully.

He said: "I will go."

Miaomiao was surprised, "What?"

Wei Ling threw her behind her and swam towards the east without looking back, "Stay here honestly for the past few days, and if there is any accident, solve it yourself."

Miaomiao stared blankly at his back, pursed her mouth, and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Wei Ling always said harsh words while helping her and cleaning up the mess for her. He treated her so well, how could he pay back in the future?

In the past three to five days, Miaomiao has not been able to contact Wei Ling. Talk to him with the blood stone, but he doesn't answer, leaving Miaomiao alone here in a hurry, for fear that something will happen to him.

Yang Fu would come to the lake these days, not knowing what he was waiting for or thinking about.

He unexpectedly didn't come today, but Miaomiao was not used to it, and guessed if there was something wrong with him.

About the evening, Miaomiao stayed beside the maid, bowing her head and meditating quietly. There are many stones under Taiqing Lake in different shapes, which are enough for them to hide.

There were fluctuations in the calm water, Miaomiao looked up, and there was a figure swimming towards here in the distance.

Don't think too much, it must be Wei Ling!

Miaomiao brightened her eyes in surprise, stood up to meet him, but the closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong, his movements were slow and sluggish, as if he had suffered a serious injury. Miaomiao hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, "Wei Ling, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

She lowered her head to observe his face, and there was indeed something wrong; looking at his body, there were many small wounds, but they should not be the key, he also suffered other injuries.

Miaomiao helped him to the bottom of the water, "Are you okay?"

As soon as she thought that he was hurt because of herself, she couldn't help but feel guilty and blamed herself. She sniffed and checked his injury with tears in her eyes: "It's all my fault, you shouldn't be let..."

Wei Ling held her forearm, staring at her with pitch-black pupils, and immediately embraced her head, taking the opportunity to kiss her sloppy lips.

Miaomiao was stunned, her eyes widened dully, and she forgot to speak.

A drug was put into Shaoqing's mouth, pushed into the throat by Wei Ling, and slid into the abdomen along the way.

After a while, Wei Ling let go of her and said weakly: "Don't worry, I just want to rest for a while."

He closed his eyes and fell into her arms.