90 Days of Spring: Seventy-seventh day

"My lord said you were resting yesterday, so I didn't bother you." Miaomiao pushed him to the side of the short couch, looked down at his face, really a little haggard, "You are really fine, it's not as good as me Go ask the doctor to have a look?"

Wei Ling leaned against the side of the couch, raised her lips indifferently, "It's really fine, don't make a fuss."

But Miaomiao is still worried, obviously he had a day off yesterday, why is he still like this today? Confused in her heart, no matter how much she asked him, he said it was all right, so she had no choice but to let it go, thinking about secretly asking the doctor to diagnose it after going back. To avoid disturbing his rest, and fearing that Yang Fu would discover her whereabouts, she gave a few hasty instructions before leaving.

"Then you lie down first, and if there is anything else, someone will call me..." Miaomiao was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist, "Wei Ling?"

Wei Ling shook her hand, then released it just right, "What are your plans?"

Miaomiao probably knows what he means, she is different from before, she can justifiably stand beside Yang Fu, but is it really that easy? Yang Fu is the fourth prince of the current dynasty, her identity is unknown, how can she be worthy of him? Aside from other things, the Jiang Alan in Queen Wei's picture is enough to cause a headache.

She looked down at the crimson pomegranate skirt, which contained a pair of real long legs, which she finally obtained after longing for it.

Miaomiao's voice is sticky: "Even if you are nameless..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard Wei Ling sneer, she raised her eyes in embarrassment, "What are you laughing at?"

This girl is so stupid, she won't be enlightened if she doesn't give her a good education, Wei Ling mercilessly exposed her delusion, "You are willing to accompany him anonymously, if Jiang Alan enters the Fourth Prince's Palace in the future, Will she tolerate you in her eyes? At that time, she and the queen will suppress you together, and just because of Yang Fu's love for you, you think you can get out of your body?"

Miaomiao pursed her lips and was silenced, as if she agreed with his words. "Then, what do you think should be done? Are you asking him to make me his concubine?"

Wei Ling raised her eyebrows, "Why not?"

The little girl he brought up was beautiful, clean and innocent, except that she was a little stupid, but fortunately, a child can be taught, and she really took advantage of the other party just like this.

Miaomiao opened her mouth in surprise, "What are you talking about?"

He whispered into her ears word by word, very clearly, "Miaomiao, unless he makes you his concubine, he will follow me."

Miaomiao froze in place, not digesting his words yet.

Although she did not want Yang Fu to marry someone else, she never thought about the position of the fourth princess. She knew her identity and only wanted to stay by Yang Fu's side. However, after being reminded by Wei Ling, she suddenly came back to her senses, Yang Fu will sooner or later become a concubine, Queen Wei and the saint are pressing hard, it is not Jiang Alan, it will be someone else, what will she do then?

Miaomiao's mind was at a loss, and he pointed out the questions that she had been avoiding all the time, and hit her heart like a spring.

"I'll think about it..." She kicked her left foot back and bumped into the five-opened red sandalwood embroidered pier, but she didn't even have time to help her, "You have a good rest, I will come to see you when I have time .”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and rushed out of the room, his thoughts were disturbed by his words, and he felt like running away.

Standing outside the Linghua Gate was the maidservant in plain clothes and long gown, with a tea tray in her hand, she gave a slight bow when she saw her coming out, "Lady, go slowly."

Miaomiao turned her head to look at her, always felt that she had been standing here for a long time, but because she had other things in her mind, she didn't think too deeply, and rushed past.

*

I wasted an incense stick in Ruifeng Courtyard, and because I went to the wrong place on the way, it was already the end of the day when I returned to Rongguang Courtyard.

The courtyard is silent like cicadas, so you don't need to think about it to know what's going on in the main room. Miaomiao gathered her thoughts and walked quickly to the door, only to see Yang Fu sitting on the Eight Immortals chair, sipping tea with a blank expression.

Miaomiao squeezed the hem of her skirt tightly, facing the attention of the maids on the left and right, and slowly came to Yang Fu, "My lord."

Yang Fu heard it, and raised his eyes after a while, "Where did you go?"

Ever since he passed out in the Qingxi Palace last time and injured his knees, the sage allowed him to take a month's rest so that he could recover from his injuries at the mansion, so he didn't have to go to court early. Today I woke up half an hour earlier than usual, but I still couldn't see her when I opened my eyes. I asked the servants, and the answer I got was "Ms. Miaomiao said she would go to the house for a while, and she will be back later".

Go to the house for a while? Where she could go, he didn't need to think about it, but he wanted to ask because he wanted to hear from her.

Miaomiao hesitated for a while, and felt that there was nothing to hide, "I went to Ruifeng Courtyard to see Wei Ling."

Yang Fu put down the colorful flower pattern cup, "Why don't you tell me?"

She flattened her mouth, "I said it, you don't agree."

It's because I told him about it, but every time he changed the subject calmly, did he think she didn't know? He didn't want her to see Wei Ling, but how could it be possible, she couldn't ignore Wei Ling whatever she said.

Yang Fu was slightly stagnant, his expression relaxed, "I wanted to let you see him after everything settled down."

Miaomiao tilted her head, "Why is everything stable?"

She looked confused, and stood a few steps away looking at him inexplicably. The big-sleeved autumn-scented blouse wraps her figure gracefully, the jade face of hibiscus and the slender waist of willow make her look eclipsed by all the maids in the room, she is a well-deserved good color.

If the queen sees her, I'm afraid she will never say that she has no salt, because there is really no fault in this face. But how could it be so simple, besides this, there are many problems between them, without Jiang Alan, Empress Wei will continue to choose noble daughters from other aristocratic families. He can't give her any status at the moment, because Gein will wrong her except for that position, and he once said that she will not be wronged in any way.

So before that, he didn't dare to let her get in touch with Wei Ling too much, because that person was always a threat.

The sage is very dissatisfied with the crown prince recently, and there are many remarks against him in the court. If another major event happens, Yang Chen's position as the crown prince may not be guaranteed. It's a pity that he is now restrained by the saint in disguise, and his every move is under his control. It can't be too obvious, and he has to wait for a just right time.

Yang Ting sent news the day before yesterday that the sixth king, Yang Qin, had close contacts with several important officials in the court in private, fearing that he wanted to win people's hearts. He is not the only one who covets the golden dragon throne, his sixth younger brother is also ambitious and unwilling to be left behind. What's more, the sage and Queen Wei loved him very much. If Yang Chen's crown prince is really abolished, there will inevitably be a dispute between him and Yang Qin.

Yang Fu stretched out his hand and pressed the little girl onto his lap, "Naturally, we will get married and start a career, and the world will be settled."

There is something in the words that ordinary people can't understand.

Miaomiao was one of them. She thought about it for a moment, and remembered what Wei Ling had said to her this morning, and suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Is the prince going to marry a wife? Do you want to marry Jiang Alan?

Seeing that she was silent, he raised her sharp chin, "I'll go see him later, remember to tell me, I'll go with you."

Miaomiao nodded absent-mindedly, and suddenly woke up, "My lord, can I ask the doctor to show Wei Ling his body? He doesn't seem to be well. I'm worried he's sick."

Yang Fu paused, "Are you sure?"

She nodded, thinking that she was not mistaken, the two had lived together for so many years, and she was clear about any changes in him. It's a pity that as long as Wei Ling doesn't want to tell, she can't ask the truth, so she can only ask the doctor to check.

Yang Fu recruited his servants and asked her to invite the doctor who is often used in the mansion, and said: "Go and come back quickly."

Miaomiaoduan couldn't wait for a moment, so she pulled him outside, "Then let's go to Ruifeng Courtyard first, the doctor will be here in a while."

After walking two steps without moving, I looked back and saw that Yang Fu was still in place, "My lord?"

He said: "No hurry, the king has not eaten yet."

When she woke up like a dream, she remembered that she hadn't eaten yet. She had something on her mind just now and didn't remember it, and now she felt hungry.

After ordering people to pass on the meals, Table Mountain set up seven or eight meals one after another, and most of the breakfasts were light and refreshing. There are dried shredded shrimp and crab roe steamed buns, as well as a plate of assorted steamed stuffed buns and a plate of five-color cakes. In addition, a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed glutinous rice **** was prepared for her, which was very rich.

Miaomiao likes to eat crispy sesame seed cakes with duck oil the most. They are fragrant and crispy, and the fragrance remains. But she didn't have a good appetite today, she just took a bite and stopped eating, covering her stomach and quietly drinking the bowl of glutinous rice **** in front of her.

As soon as I sat down, I felt discomfort in my abdomen, with a bit of tingling pain. At first, it was as if the needle tip was stuck on the flesh, but gradually it became more and more painful. She frowned, thinking it was a bad stomach, so she didn't mention it to Yang Fu. Halfway through the meal, there was even a feeling of wetness underneath, she fell limply on the round table, and finally let out a low whine unbearably.

She kept her head down and said nothing, Yang Fu didn't notice her movement, only now did he realize something was wrong, he held her shoulders and hugged her into his arms, only to see her face turned pale, he couldn't help being surprised: "Miaomiao!"

Miaomiao clutched her stomach and moaned, "It hurts..."

Yang Fu suddenly changed his face, hugged her and put her flat on the couch, and asked the servants with a calm face: "Where is the doctor? Is the doctor who was summoned just now here?"

The servant girl tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, you should be on your way here, and you will be here soon."

On the couch, Miaomiao turned sideways, her body curled up into a ball, her black hair covered most of her face, her beautiful eyebrows were tightly frowned, and she looked pitifully.

Yang Fu sat down on the edge, holding her hand tightly, "Go and urge him to hurry up!"

It was fine just now, why did it suddenly become like this? He brushed the hair off her face, feeling increasingly anxious.

"Miaomiao, tell me where it hurts?"

Miaomiao whispered softly, "Stomach hurts..." Not only that, there was still water flowing out there, and she couldn't control it at all. But she absolutely couldn't say these words, and naively thought that the doctor would look after him when he came.

Yang Fu put his palm on her stomach, "Here?"

She shook her head, "A little lower."

But he still didn't find the right one, so Miaomiao simply held his big palm and brought it to his lower abdomen, "It hurts here, it hurts so much." It was as if she had grasped at a life-saving straw, holding his hand and not letting go.

Yang Fu frowned slightly, since it hurts here...he was about to discover something, so he heard the servant girl remind him in a low voice: "My lord, do you want to change your clothes..."

He lowered his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the moon-white robe was stained with red, which had not yet dried up. At the same time, a rust-like **** smell gradually filled the air.

Looking at Miaomiao's pale face again, a trace of discomfort suddenly flashed across his face, and he suddenly realized.