90 Days of Spring: The fifteenth day

It was dark in sight, except for a cluster of burning lights in front of her, Miaomiao staggered forward to absorb the warmth. She was extremely cold, as if she was in a world of ice and snow... No, she was already in the snow!

Struggling out of the chaotic darkness, Miaomiao opened her eyes wearily, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and what she saw was the cold and hard wall on the top of the cave. Turning her head slowly, the scenes from last night were replayed one after another. After she finished crossing the water for Yang Fu, she curled up in a corner and fell asleep... She suddenly sat up on the ground, with a severe headache. When she lowered her head, she happened to see the short jacket.

This is her clothes, but didn't she cover it for Yang Fu?

Miaomiao woke up suddenly, looked around, but Yang Fu was nowhere to be seen! She leaned on the wall and stood up. This time it was good. Not only her waist, but also her hands and feet were numb and sore. She limped and walked outside the cave. All quiet.

Miaomiao had no choice but to panic, and took a few steps outside, "My lord!"

Several ferrets protruded from the snow, looking for food, Miaomiao might be very interested in it normally, but now she has no intention of seeing them, anxiously looking for Yang Fu. He has injuries all over his body, he was sick last night, where can he go now? The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more frightened she became. It seemed that she was the only one left on the whole mountain. She shouted recklessly, "Yang Fu, where are you?"

Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind: "Yang Fu?"

Miaomiao turned around in surprise, and saw Yang Fu standing a dozen steps away, holding a motionless rabbit in his hand, looking at her leisurely, "Dare to call me by my name, are you dying?"

Miaomiao's body running towards him stopped suddenly, and she stood there hesitantly, "The servant girl is in a hurry, the lord forgive me..."

Probably caused by being roasted by the fire in the cave, the little girl's cheeks were flushed when she was suddenly froze, and her pair of shining pupils added a lot of vitality to the vast snow scene. Yang Fu's eyes fell on her, and he stretched his brows, "Come here."

Is this what you mean by forgiving her? Miaomiao regained her spirits, came to him in two or three steps, and asked enthusiastically: "Where did the prince go just now? Are you feeling better and can you move?"

A series of questions were thrown, and Yang Fu answered patiently one by one: "There is nothing serious. I saw that you were still asleep, so I went to find some food first."

Wen Yan Miaomiao then noticed the rabbit he was carrying on the left and right. It had already lost its breath due to the burial of ice and snow, and it happened to be able to satisfy their hunger. Miaomiao followed him back to the cave, skillfully adding dry firewood into the cave, the fire suddenly grew strong, and suddenly remembered something, "Can the prince roast rabbits?"

Yang Fu nodded and told her to wait in the cave, "I'll go outside to clean up."

Miaomiao let out an obedient oh, and sat on the side with peace of mind, with her head resting on her knees and waiting quietly. After sitting for a while, her back hurt uncomfortably, she touched the back of her hand behind her, grinning her teeth and hissing. It hurt so much, but the place couldn't be seen at all. She didn't know how bad the injury was, let alone how to do it.

While feeling melancholy, Yang Fu came in from the outside, and the rabbit had been skinned and cleaned with snow. He sat next to Miaomiao, skillfully roasting the meat on the fire, turning it back and forth occasionally.

He really doesn't look like someone who would do such a thing, Miaomiao stared at him in surprise, "Your Highness has done this before?"

Yang Fu smiled disapprovingly, "It's not uncommon to roast prey when hunting in previous years."

So that's the case, Miaomiao turned her eyes back to the roasted rabbit. The fat rabbit was roasted out of oil, dripped on the fire and made a sizzling sound, starving for a day and a night, this was undoubtedly the biggest temptation for her. Although the meat was not cooked yet, Miaomiao was already so greedy, she stared at the meat in front of her, and clutched her stomach in a futile manner.

How could such a small gesture escape Yang Fu's eyes? From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl's greedy face. He bent his lips and asked, "After the avalanche yesterday, you brought me here?"

Miaomiao nodded, speaking relaxedly, "My lord was frozen, I found this cave nearby, and moved you here."

Yang Fu raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and said slowly: "I seemed to have a fever at night, and when I woke up, I was wearing your clothes, what else did you do for me?"

There was only the sound of crackling firewood burning in the cave, and Miaomiao's face was stained red under the light of the fire. She lowered her head to avoid Yang Fu's gaze, and picked up the firewood casually, "Oh... I'll get it for you Keeping warm, I didn’t do anything else.” There was a bit of trying to cover up in the words.

Yang Fu stared at her, with an imperceptible soft light in his eyes, he looked away lightly, took off a rabbit leg and handed it to her, "It's a bit hot, be careful."

He didn't continue to pursue it, Miaomiao felt somewhat lucky. Flattered to accept the rabbit meat, he tentatively took a small bite. Although the taste was a bit bland, it was very rare. She held the rabbit leg and lowered her head to eat silently, looking very much like a starved weasel.

*

Finally regaining some strength after eating rabbit meat, Miaomiao went outside to scrub the snow and wash off the greasy hands. She didn't dare to move too much, for fear of pulling the wound on her back, when she returned to the cave, she saw Yang Fu sitting by the fire, bowing his head to bandage the scratched arm. The wound was really serious, the skin was ripped open, and yesterday Miaomiao struggled to stop the bleeding.

She dropped the crushed snow in her hand, and squatted in front of Yang Fu, "Don't move, my lord, let me help you."

After this accident, she seems to have grown up a lot overnight, and she is methodical in doing things, not as flustered as usual. The silk handkerchief was neatly tied in a knot in her hand. Although it was not very pretty, it barely caught the eye. She figured this out by herself yesterday, Yang Fu was injured, she had to bandage him, but she had two silk handkerchiefs on her body.

"There shouldn't be anyone coming to rescue us in the short term. After going out from here, we'll first look for the seventh brother, and then figure out a way to get out of the mountain together." Yang Fu raised his hand and patted her on the head, got up and walked out of the cave, " Miaomiao, thanks to you yesterday, otherwise this king would have been buried here."

Miaomiao was still in a trance, and shook her head when she heard the words, "It was the lord who protected me first. If there was no lord, Miaomiao would..." She stood up suddenly in a hurry, hurt her back, and frowned With a sigh, "In short, the prince should not say such things. Since I like you, I will never leave you alone."

Yang Fu froze, and turned to meet her firm expression.

With one hand behind her waist, her figure is slightly distorted. Yang Fu returned his thoughts, and glanced at her, "Are you injured?"

Miaomiao shook her head without thinking, and Shaoqing honestly admitted, "I was injured in an avalanche yesterday. It's not too serious. It will be fine in a few days."

The injury is in such a secret place, and he is not a doctor, so it is always a bit ugly. In addition to what she said just now, Yang Fu had nothing to say for a while, and continued to walk out, "Let's take a look around first."

It stands to reason that both of them were injured, so he should also be in pain, but he didn't react at other times except for his frowning when his arm was bandaged just now, so isn't he afraid of pain at all? While thinking wildly, Miaomiao trotted to keep up, but she didn't notice her step, and fell to the ground with a plop in the next moment.

Buried his head deeply in the snow, fortunately he didn't knock on the stone, Miaomiao slowly got up from the snow, his face was covered with snowflakes, and he described himself as sitting in the white snow in a state of embarrassment. She rubbed her cheeks indiscriminately, with a shy smile in her moist eyes, she raised her head to meet Yang Fu's gaze, pursed her lips in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I have caused trouble for the prince..."

Speaking, he stood up from the ground, patted the snow on his legs, and started to move forward.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fu came to her, and slowly squatted down with his back to her.

Miaomiao doesn't understand, so, "My lord?"

The cold wind poured into his throat, Yang Fu said in a low voice, "Come up."

Miaomiao stared round her eyes in disbelief, as if she had been greatly frightened, "But, you..." Seeing that Yang Fu was motionless, her heart throbbed violently, fearing that he would change his mind the next moment, and hurriedly He leaned over and clung tightly to his back, "I, I'm coming up!"

Yang Fu got up calmly with his back on his back, put his hands through the bends of her legs, and firmly fixed her body. He walked calmly, even in the snow, walking extremely smoothly. The mountains were covered by heavy snow, and there were only the two of them overlapping in the ice and snow. The surrounding was quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, a ferret or two passed by, curiously stare at them.

Looking suddenly bright, Miaomiao leaned on Yang Fu's back, pursed her lips and smiled slightly. There was a ball of cotton in her heart that was rapidly expanding, filling up her small heart and spreading to all her limbs.

Miaomiao leaned against his broad back, so close to him, with only a few layers of fabric between them, she could almost feel his warmth, which was a luxury she never dared to imagine before.

Fearing that this happiness is her fantasy, Miaomiao asked cautiously: "Why did the prince carry me?"

I didn't get a response for a long time, and it took me a while to hear Yang Fu answer: "You are injured and it is difficult to walk. I should carry you on my back."

So it's not because... I care about her...

Miaomiao lowered her eyelash feathers, the feeling of happiness just now was broken at the touch of a touch, and her heart was cold, "Oh."

She stopped talking, as if she was angry with someone, the weight on him became heavier and heavier, carrying her strong resentment.

Yang Fu raised his head and watched the terrain ahead, he could almost imagine the disappointment of the little maid behind him.

He is the noble fourth king, why would he carry her on his back, can't she figure it out?

*

It was difficult to tell the direction in the snow. After walking for a long time, they finally found the cave where they lived temporarily yesterday.

The fire was faintly flickering in the cave, and it seemed that someone was still there, so Yang Ting should be safe. Yang Fu walked with Miaomiao on his back for more than half an hour, but there was no sign of fatigue, and his physical strength had to be admired.

Yang Ting is really still here, the entrance of the cave should have been cleaned by him, and there are gravels scattered around. He leaned against the cave wall for a rest, and when he heard the movement, he opened his eyes, and saw that it was Yang Fu, and called out in surprise, "Fourth brother!"

Yang Fu responded, bent over and walked into the cave, only then did Yang Ting see that there was a little maid on his back.

The little maid had already fallen asleep, her pink lips were slightly pouty, and she slept defenselessly. Yang Fu squatted down and put her on the haystack, and when he raised his eyes, he met Yang Ting's complicated eyes.

He looked at the two of them, hesitated to speak: "Fourth brother, you..."