90 Days of Spring: Nineteenth day

Since hearing the news, Miaomiao has been absent-minded all night. The maid on duty with her called her many times, but she didn't hear her.

"Are you deaf?" The other party gouged her out and handed her a copper bowl, "Go and pour out the water in it."

It is the water that the prince just used for washing, Yang Fu has already rested, but these maidservants can't rest, they have to be on duty till midnight.

Miaomiao came back to her senses and stretched out her hand to pick it up. Unexpectedly, when the other party let go of her hand, a whole pot of warm water was poured on her. This scene was so familiar that Miaomiao finally remembered who the person in front of her was, wasn't it the maid who knocked her down that day and caused the back of her hand to be burned?

Just now Cen Yun called her Bi Ru, she is a maid who waits outside, and seems to be quite critical of Miaomiao.

Miaomiao brushed off the water droplets on her body, her jacket and skirt were all wet, and the water on the ground soaked the soles of her shoes, making a mess all over the place. Miaomiao stared at her angrily, "Why did you pour water on me?"

Bi Ru smiled contemptuously, "It's because you didn't feel safe, and you still blame me?"

It's a matter of course, but Miaomiao knows that she let go on purpose, she let go before she can hold it firmly, it's really hateful.

Miaomiao is seldom angry, but this person is really too much, targeting herself again and again, what is her intention!

"Why don't you blame you..."

Before the words were finished, Cen Yun walked out of the inner room and was surprised to see the scene outside, "What's going on?"

Bi Ru took the lead and accused Miaomiao: "It's not her, who can cause so many troubles by pouring water. I really don't know what else to do besides hooking up with the prince?"

Miaomiao choked with anger: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Okay, okay." Cen Yun interrupted, and went to the side to get a towel and handed it to the two of them, "If you have time to quarrel, it's better to clean up the floor. Don't bluster, the prince will sleep , I woke up the prince in a while, and I don’t care about you if I blame you.”

Bi Ru took the towel, bent down to pick up the copper bowl on the ground, and looked at Miaomiao arrogantly, "It's fine to admit that you have done something wrong, why are you sophistrying, don't you think everyone has eyes?"

Miaomiao held the towel in her hand, gritted her teeth facing her back, her little face was full of grievances and anger.

I've never seen such a tell-tale. In the past, she was just sneering and sarcastic, but this time she deliberately framed her! Miaomiao clasped her hands tightly by her side, trembling slightly with anger, "I..."

Cen Yun patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, you go back and change your clothes first, I can clean up here."

Miaomiao turned her head to look at her, her big eyes were watery, "Sister Cen Yun, it's really not me."

Of course she knows, she has been in the other hospital for many years, and she knows everyone's character. Biru's maid was arrogant and arrogant, she always looked down on Miaomiao, and she made up many bad things about her behind her back. If you find an opportunity today, of course you have to bully her. There will always be stumbling between the maids, as long as it's not a big deal, she doesn't care too much about it, just scolding afterward.

Miaomiao shook her head stubbornly, holding a breath in her heart, "I won't leave, I will clean up with you."

After speaking, regardless of Cen Yun's persuasion, she hung up her wet clothes and wiped the floor, without saying a word from the beginning to the end. She was originally worried about Yang Fu's leaving, but being disturbed by Bi Ru made her feel even worse. The delicate little face was upright, without the shadow of a usual smile.

Seeing this, Cen Yun sighed, she couldn't tell that this girl was quite stubborn.

*

After changing people in Zishi, Miaomiao went back to the servant's room and tossed and turned, never falling asleep.

There was chaos in his head, and Yang Fu's figure and appearance were all over and over again, his words and deeds echoed clearly in front of his eyes. But he left the day after tomorrow. I don't know when he will come back. What if it is ninety days later? Doesn't that mean we won't be able to see each other in the future?

How can this work, Miaomiao thought hard, and finally came up with a way to get the best of both worlds, wouldn't it be good for her to go back with Yang Fu?

Thinking of this, the drowsiness disappeared completely, and I wished I could run to Yang Fu immediately and explain my intention to him. However, it was pitch black outside, he must have not woken up at this time, and it was useless for her to go. Miaomiao waited so anxiously that she couldn't sleep, so she simply sat up under the quilt and endured the dawn light.

The sky is still blue and black, Yang Fu should just get up at this time, the servant girl is waiting for him to wash and change clothes, and he will have breakfast in a quarter of an hour. Miaomiao kept his schedule in mind, and this morning it wasn't her turn to be on duty, so she came to Han Yuxuan's main room at the right time, and stepped over the steps in two or three steps: "My lord!"

The main hall was empty, and there was no sign of Yang Fu.

A sister servant girl told her: "My lord has gone to Yunjinzhai."

Miaomiao thanked her again and again, and went straight to Yunjinzhai without stopping. She has come and gone this road countless times, and she is very familiar with it. Not long after, she has already stood at the gate of Yunjin Zhai.

The pond in the courtyard melted into ice, and several golden scales were swimming in it, with a flexible figure. □□The garden is full, the orchids on the shore are lush and green, and the birdsong on the treetops are crisp and clear, presenting a school of vitality. Miaomiao had no intention of admiring the scenery, and was about to step into the attic, but was stopped by the person at the door: "The prince is reading a book, and he has specially instructed not to disturb idlers."

Miaomiao raised her head to see this person's face clearly, and immediately felt angry, "Why are you here?"

It is none other than Bi Ru. The two had a big fight yesterday, and they didn't look good on each other when they met.

Bi Ru smiled slightly, "My lord doesn't want to be disturbed, so why not let me watch over here?"

Usually this kind of thing is done by Leshan Leshui, today the two of them don't know where they are going, and there is only Bi Ru alone in the huge courtyard. She was the one who took care of Yang Fu's wash this morning, and Le Shan Leshui was ordered to go to the capital, and he would not be back until tomorrow, so Yang Fu casually directed her to the Book Pavilion to serve her.

Bi Ru made it ambiguous on purpose, Miaomiao said angrily, "I want to go in and see the prince."

As she spoke, she was about to force her way inside, but how could Biru ignore her and stopped her with both hands: "My lord, you can see him whenever you want, who do you think you are?"

Miaomiao waited all night, her eyes burning with anxiety, she just wanted an answer: "Don't worry about it!"

She pushed Bi Ru's hand away, and when she found an opening, she burrowed inside. Bi Ru was pressed by her, her willow eyebrows stood on end, and she raised her hand and threw it away angrily: "Things that don't know how high the sky is!"

With a slap, it landed on Miaomiao's cheek crisply, and immediately there was a burning pain.

Miaomiao froze in place in astonishment, red marks appeared on her face which had been white and tender for the past few days. Bi Ru's strength was so strong that her ears were buzzing, and it took her a long time to recover.

*

Probably because it was too noisy, Yang Fu's voice came: "What happened outside?"

Bi Ru was cornered and pushed Miaomiao angrily: "Get lost!"

Unexpectedly, the little servant girl is like a clay sculpture, it will fall down when pushed. She sat on the ground with her head bowed, her hands resting on the floor motionless, her thin body trembling slightly, she didn't know whether it was from anger or grievance.

Seeing that the prince is about to come out, Bi Ru panicked inexplicably, raised her toes and kicked her: "Are you deaf?"

When the pearl curtains collided with each other, they made a ringing sound, which was crisp and pleasant to the ear. Yang Fu opened the curtain from the pavilion, and saw this scene at a glance. The little figure sitting on the ground was very familiar, and it was undoubtedly Miaomiao. His eyes moved slightly, and he stepped forward a few steps: "What's going on?"

Bi Ru took back her embroidered shoes and gave Miaomiao a hard look, "Back to the lord, the maid said you don't like being disturbed, but she insisted on breaking into the bookstore. Give her a hand."

Xin light is soft, piercing through the dense leaves and falling on the threshold, enveloping Miaomiao's small figure. The sun was blocked behind her, and the little maid lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face, she could only feel her trembling.

When Yang Fu approached, she slowly raised her head. There was a very clear palm print on her small face, which was in sharp contrast with the surrounding skin. One can tell at a glance that the beating was not light, with faint traces of blood. There were tears in her eyes, and she looked at him with extremely clear eyes, but she tried her best not to let them fall, she was so pitiful to the extreme.

Yang Fu's heart sank, and he turned to Bi Ru, "You did it?"

I don't know why the face of the prince has changed, I have never seen him show such a serious expression, Bi Ru was shocked: "Yes, it is the maid..."

Yang Fu was expressionless: "This king's maid, when is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"

Bi Ru's heart thumped, knowing that something was wrong, she quickly knelt down on her knees: "This servant girl made her own decisions, please forgive me, my lord."

Unexpectedly, Bi Ru lowered her head in anxiety, but she waited for a long time without Yang Fu replying. I couldn't help but look up, and saw the prince squatting in front of Miaomiao, lifting her chin. Bi Ru secretly gathered her skirt tightly, feeling uneasy and angry, why, how could the prince attach so much importance to that maid...

Miaomiao tried to break free from Yang Fu's hand, but was held tightly by him and was forced to meet his gaze. The pain on her face has not subsided for a long time, and the tears in her eyes are spinning, and if this continues, it will fall sooner or later.

But no, don't let him see it.

Miaomiao whimpered and bit her lower lip tightly: "No, don't look at me..."

Yang Fu's black pupils were deep, and his fingers lightly twirled the red seal, "Miaomiao, crying in front of this king is not something to be ashamed of."

She's not afraid of losing face, she's afraid of scaring people... The more Yang Fu said that, the more Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore, she blinked her watery eyes twice, raised her head and closed her eyes, crying softly: "I I don't want to disturb the prince, but I have something urgent to say."

Yang Fu whispered involuntarily: "What's the matter?"

Miaomiao choked and choked: "Sister Cen Yun told me that the prince will return to Beijing the day after tomorrow..."

The room was quiet, and Yang Fu replied: "That's right."

She sniffed and begged pitifully: "Can you, can you..."

Take me too.

But this sentence seemed to be choked in his throat, and he couldn't say it no matter what. What if Yang Fu refuses to agree, what if he feels that he is pushing his limits, what if...

Yang Fu seemed to be aware of her intentions, he bent his lips and smiled: "This king will take you back together."

Not only Miaomiao, but also Bi Ru, who was kneeling beside her, was surprised. No one paid attention to her, so she could only keep kneeling.

Looking at the gentle and handsome face in front of her, Miaomiao suddenly froze, with a tear overflowing from her eye. After regaining her senses, she got up from the ground with her hands and feet, covered her eyes and rushed out of the attic. Stumbling like a frightened fawn.