90 Days of Spring: Thirtieth day

Miaomiao was dumbfounded, her eyes widened in astonishment.

The breaths of the two are intertwined, Yang Fu's face is in front of his eyes, so close that he can count how many eyelashes there are. With a slight tremor, it touched the bridge of her nose. Miaomiao groaned, and her tongue was hooked by him. She never knew that kissing could be like this, as if her whole heart and soul had been plundered by him.

She blushed belatedly, and dazedly climbed onto his skirt, her fingers clenched tightly, trembling slightly with tension.

The prince is kissing her...why...

The soft and glutinous lips have the sweetness of pastries, and once they are touched, they are reluctant to let go. Yang Fu held her cheek in one hand, and kissed her tenderly, suppressed for a long time, once released, he couldn't restrain himself. The petite body shrank in his arms, and the little servant girl's mouth overflowed with moaning, like the meowing of a kitten, scratching at the tip of his heart, it was so soft that it was unbelievable.

Yang Fu finally let go of her, coaxing in a low voice: "This king is willing to let you pester me all the time."

Miaomiao didn't understand, her watery eyes gleamed with confusion.

"Didn't you ask me last time, why did I hug you?" Yang Fu stared at her, rubbing his thumb against her lips, "What do you think?"

Something seemed to jump out of her heart, and she was so swelled that she couldn't speak. Miaomiao muttered, as if in a dream, the dream was shattered with one mouthful.

She forgot that there was another person in the room, and responded staggeringly: "I, I don't know..."

Things that have been expected for too long, the closer they are, the more unreal they become. The prince's dark eyes reflected her, and with such focused eyes, she mustered up the courage to blurt out: "Then the prince hugged me, and kissed me just now... all because he likes me?"

Yang Fu nodded: "It's all."

Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up in disbelief, "But...but didn't you say..."

"Miaomiao, feelings will change." Yang Fu looked at her at the same level, his quiet eyes were full of tenderness, "I didn't know at that time that you would become so important."

The nose is sour, and Miaomiao's eyes are covered with mist, unable to accept the sudden change: "I don't believe it, woo... I don't believe it..."

He didn't come as promised, and he was with another woman just now, wasn't it because they were in love with each other? Miaomiao was ready to leave, but he suddenly said these words, it was too much, too much.

Yang Fu looked into her wet eyes, and slowly and firmly poured into her ears word by word: "I like you, Miaomiao, I just want to be with you."

All of a sudden, Miaomiao was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and Yang Fu's words kept echoing in her mind...

I like you, Miaomiao.

I like you.

After a long period of suffocation, thousands of fireworks burst out from her heart, and the bang bang bang resounded through her heart, making her at a loss what to do. Intense joy slowly flowed into all limbs, Miaomiao gathered her clothes, raised her head and asked nervously: "My lord, can you say it again?"

Yang Fu hooked his lips: "Do you want me to write it down and sign it?"

Miaomiao shook her head, maybe she was too happy, but she didn't know how to react. She turned back and saw the vermilion lacquered lattice door in front of her; turned further to the left and saw the bronze bowl shelf; stuck in this small world, she didn't know where to go, and turned around in a hurry.

Yang Fu stretched out his arms and took her into his arms: "Where are you going?"

Miaomiao confessed honestly: "I want to find a quiet place..."

He laughed lowly and hugged the delicate body in his arms tighter.

*

Miaomiao rested her chin on her hands and stared at the person opposite without moving.

She hasn't recovered yet, the person she always thought was unattainable, suddenly within her reach, really... Really, Miaomiao pursed her lips foolishly, bowing her head and secretly delighted. Her goal was finally achieved. Yang Fu said he liked her, and she would no longer be the one to shave her head...

Just looking at it like this made her feel full of happiness. Holding the teacup, Miaomiao asked, "My lord, do you really like me?"

In just a quarter of an hour, she has already asked dozens of times. Yang Fu didn't want to answer any more, so he picked up the hanging pot to add water to her, "We'll go back after resting enough."

Miaomiao drank it all down, suddenly remembered something, choked it into her throat in a hurry, and coughed until her cheeks flushed: "No, Wei Ling still..."

Yang Fu frowned, walked to her side, patted her shoulder lightly, "What's the rush?"

Finally breathing well, she took a look into the room, worried: "I can't leave now, Wei Ling is still not well... I, I don't worry."

It's this sentence again, how important is this Wei Ling that makes her want to give up again and again?

Yang Fu sat beside her without changing his expression, "Then how long do you plan to stay?"

Miaomiao said straightforwardly: "At least wait until he's all right and can walk on his own!" After finishing speaking, she smiled considerately at Yang Fu, satisfied: "If the prince can't wait, you can leave first, don't worry about me , I will go back by myself at dawn."

This remark really makes people laugh and cry, is he afraid of this? If he doesn't come tonight, does she plan to spend the night like this? An unmarried man and a woman are unmarried, and it spread to outsiders the next day. Has she considered her reputation in the future?

Yang Fu was angry and ridiculous, "Miaomiao, I know you care about him, but there are some things that you should not do."

Miaomiao tilted her head, "For example?"

Yang Fu focused his eyes, thinking of the scene by the lake: "You shouldn't be hugging and hugging in public, and behave intimately."

Bringing this up, Miaomiao also has something to say. She pursed her lips, and she didn't suppress her jealousy until now: "What about the prince? You were with others, but you didn't come as promised, and you left me to the Seven Kings. Is this what you should do?"

Yang Fu was stunned for a moment, and then said frankly: "I mishandled this matter, and it will never happen again in the future."

Miaomiao didn't believe it, she stuck out her tongue and asked, "Who is she? Why is the prince with her? What did you say?"

Yang Fu chuckled, "I didn't say anything."

The fact is that this is indeed the case. Most of the time it was Jiang Alan who was looking for topics, and he occasionally echoed a few words, but he didn't take it to heart.

When the voice was about to fall, Miaomiao pouted dissatisfiedly. He thought for a while, and added: "I was at the lakeside just now, and I have clearly rejected her, and I will never have anything to do with her again." After a pause, Shen Jing Wutong stared at her, and said slowly: "Miaomiao , what about you?"

Miaomiao is unclear, so: "What's wrong with me?"

Yang Fu glanced at the inner room: "I said, don't get too close to him."

"But!" Miaomiao became anxious. In her eyes, Wei Ling and Jiang Alan were completely different people. "Wei Ling grew up with me. We have known each other for more than ten years! We are different from you!"

Yang Fu's voice was cold: "What's the difference?"

Probably because his attitude is too calm, there is a hidden turbulence, which makes Miaomiao fear for no reason. She pursed her lower lip and explained stubbornly: "He is very important to me."

The room was silent for a long time.

It was already quiet outside, and there were only sporadic people left on the street. Vendors and shops are busy closing their doors and going home to eat Lantern Festival with their families. The capital, which has been bustling all day, is completely quiet at this moment, peaceful and serene.

Only the atmosphere in the room is tense, and Miaomiao has said something wrong and is in a dilemma. She was forced to speak that sentence by Yang Fu, and it was indeed the case. In her heart, Wei Ling was already as important as her relatives.

For a long time, Yang Fu asked: "What about the king?"

Miaomiao suddenly raised her head, and quickly replied: "My lord is the one I like, I like it very much, I like it very much!"

Finally hearing a decent answer, Yang Fu rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a headache from what he just asked. He was so fussy about this kind of thing, he was out of control, he was really tortured by this little maid.

It just happened to be fun.

The corners of his lips curled up unknowingly, and Yang Fu regained his reason: "I asked Leshan to invite a doctor to take care of him, and you will return home with me after dawn. Don't worry, he will definitely not treat him badly."

Miaomiao was satisfied with this, "Then you can't punish him." She still remembered Yang Fu's words, and she wanted to punish Wei Ling fifty times.

Yang Fu didn't answer her, but lowered his head and bit her chattering little mouth.

*

In the last consciousness, she seemed to fall asleep in Yang Fu's arms. Miaomiao opened her eyes in difficulty, and what she saw was a moon-white curtain, not the servant's room of the palace, nor Wei Ling's guest room.

She sat up slowly, rubbed her eyes, and was about to get out of bed to put on her shoes, when she saw a person standing by the window.

Yang Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his tall figure was tall and straight like a pine tree. He must have stayed up all night, and he still wore the same clothes as yesterday, but it didn't affect his appearance at all. The dark blue robe set him off even more clearly. Facing the rising sun, his whole body was bathed in the light golden light, hazy, like a god.

Miaomiao stared in a daze. The scenes that happened last night were replayed one after another. She bit her lip and raised an arc uncontrollably.

She put on her shoes and socks in a hurry, and jumped to Yang Fu's side: "My lord."

Yang Fu looked back, saw her smile, raised his hand to press down the soft fur on her head, "You fell asleep last night, and there was no room available, so I temporarily asked the clerk to vacate one, I'm sorry for you. "

What's the matter, she still slept comfortably. Miaomiao shook her head disapprovingly, her eyebrows and eyes curved, "I'm not wronged."

Yang Fu took off the long gown and put it on for her, and called the staff to prepare hot water towels for Miaomiao to wash. "Wash your face and come over to eat."

The hot towel was applied to her face, and Miaomiao sighed contentedly. She finished washing quickly, and breakfast was already prepared on the table. They are all folk breakfasts, such as crab roe soup dumplings with millet porridge, and mochi radish cakes.

Miaomiao couldn't care less about eating: "Is Wei Ling awake?" As she said that, she wanted to rush out of the house to check.

Yang Fu grabbed her wrist and made her sit on the embroidered pier unable to move, "Go after dinner."

Miaomiao wanted to fight back, but seeing his attitude was uncompromising, she could only agree. Because of her anxiety, she was scalded to the tip of her tongue by the soup in the steamed stuffed bun, covering her mouth with tears.

Yang Fu took her hand away and raised her chin: "Open your mouth, let me see."

Miaomiao refused to open her mouth desperately, she still had a bun in her mouth, how could he let him see it. Even though it was very hot, he resisted chewing twice and swallowed it whole.

Yang Fu Surong was about to preach, when a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Your Majesty." It was Le Shan's voice, he seemed very hesitant: "Le Shui just went to the room to check, but there is no sign of Lin Wei. It seems... I left last night."

He didn't know Wei Ling's identity, so he still called him Lin Wei.

Before Yang Fu said anything, Miaomiao stood up abruptly and rushed out of the door.