90 Days of Spring: Thirty-ninth day

It was raining heavily, accompanied by bursts of thunder, and it was dark before dusk. There was a dead silence in the palace, and there was a gloomy atmosphere. The rain was splashing on the roof. The rain was so fast and violent that it seemed that the sky was about to make a hole.

The maids and servants in Rongguang Courtyard did not dare to speak too much, they acted cautiously, and looked into the room anxiously, for fear of being angered by the prince.

The doctor who knelt on the ground inside was helpless, pleading guilty tremblingly, "My lord, please forgive me..."

I have never seen the four kings so angry. He sat on the edge of the bed, tightly hugging a lifeless body in his arms, not allowing anyone to approach: "A group of quack doctors, what use are you for!"

They are the imperial physicians specially invited by Yang Fu from the palace. After feeling the pulse of the little girl, they were surprised at first, and then shook their heads one by one: "My condolences to the four kings. Forgive me for my incompetence. I don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

One of them couldn't help but said: "Excuse me, bluntly, this body has been out of breath for many days... Four kings, let it go to the ground as soon as possible."

I don't know which sentence stimulated him, Yang Fu pulled out his sword on the spot, pointed at the opponent's heart: "Shut up."

The imperial physician turned pale with fright, swallowed his words immediately, and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Hearing that Yang Fu became more and more irritable, he yelled in a low voice: "Get out!"

His face was gloomy, his voice was cold, and his awe-inspiring majesty penetrated directly into his heart, scaring a group of imperial doctors to get up in a hurry and scrambled out of the inner room.

The noisy atmosphere calmed down, and only he and the little maid were left in the big room. Both of their clothes were soaked, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he never let go of her body.

"Miaomiao..."

Yang Fu hugged her tightly, his heart gradually sank into the abyss, dark and cold, like ashes. They all said that she was hopeless, but how could he believe that the little girl who was so lively a few days ago turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye. She fell into his arms quietly, and it was rare that she didn't even speak to him when she was quiet.

The little servant girl closed her eyes tightly, her lips were dark purple, and her little face was pale and almost transparent. Her body was unbelievably cold, Yang Fu seemed to be hugging an ice cube, she was so timid, how helpless was she when she was struggling under the water?

Yang Fu didn't dare to think, buried his head deeply in her neck, hoarse and low: "This king is wrong... Miaomiao, this king is wrong, can you come back?"

It's a pity that there is no response, Miaomiao is not here, and the little maid can't speak.

Remorse almost overwhelmed him, if he hadn't easily agreed to the crown prince that day, nothing would have happened to her. It's all his fault, he didn't protect her well. Fortunately, he had sworn at the beginning that if he was wronged in the future, he would tell the king.

Has she been wronged in the Prince's Mansion, and who did she tell it to?

The little maid back then had bright eyes, and she asked him expectantly: "Will the prince stand up for me?"

He said: "Maybe."

This sentence was ambiguous, but in fact, from then on, he wanted to take good care of her. She is clean and pure, like a stalk of grass in the ice and snow, tough and tenacious, crystal clear, making people want to cherish her involuntarily.

She probably didn't know it herself. When she looked at him, she focused on hope, her eyes were bright, and he was the only person contained in it. Sometimes when she looked at it, she would be in a trance, her watery eyes were full of melancholy, swallowed by despair a little bit. For some reason, he felt a little distressed.

She gave Yang Fu the feeling that she was like a moth to a flame, knowing that there would be no good results, but still relentlessly. It's very strange, he is clearly a human being, how could he have such an idea?

This brave and innocent little maid had left an indelible mark in his heart, and he couldn't refuse, nor did he want to refuse.

But why did he realize his feelings and was about to lose her?

Yang Fu's arms tightened little by little, trying to absorb the temperature from her body, but no, it was so cold that she didn't have any temperature at all. Wet water stains flowed down the little girl's shoulders, slipped into her skirt, and mixed with the lake water.

There was a big hole in his heart, and the howling cold wind poured into it, causing him pain all over his body.

*

The two maids in the verandah are holding the clothes and looking at each other. They didn't dare to go in with the prince's appearance, but if they didn't change their clothes in time, they would definitely catch the wind and cold according to the weather. That's why they are in such a difficult situation. The prince clearly doesn't want anyone to get close to him. If they go, wouldn't they be asking for their own death?

It happened that Le Shan Le Shui came back from the outside, the two of them were covered in mud and wounded, quite embarrassed.

"What's the matter? Where's the prince?" Le Shui helped Le Shan to the front, there were bloodstains mixed into the water along the road, I don't know if it was theirs or the prince's.

The two servant girls were timid and almost screamed when they saw this, they recognized them both in shock, and stammered their answer: "My lord... My lord is in the house, what's wrong with you..."

Le Shui didn't say much, and was about to enter the house, but stopped after thinking about it, "What did the lord say?"

The servant girl showed distress, "The imperial doctor came just now, and they were all driven away. The prince is very angry, and no one will be allowed to come near at this moment."

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they probably wouldn't believe it. When the prince just returned to the mansion, he was holding a person in his arms. He was walking in the rain on foot. His steps were heavy and his face was ashen. How could he be the four kings who were so beautiful and beautiful that they knew. But just now, he seemed to be insane, he reprimanded all the imperial doctors, and he did not hesitate to draw his sword at each other.

What he did was all because of that little maid named Miaomiao. The two couldn't help wondering, the prince paid so much attention to her, and she lost her life, what happened?

Le Shan coughed violently: "My lord... are you okay?"

The servant girl shook her head: "It's not very good. I just got caught in the rain and didn't change my clothes. What should I do?"

As he spoke, he looked into the room, but there was no sound inside, and he couldn't figure it out.

Gao Yue on the side couldn't stand it anymore, she reached out and snatched the red sandalwood tray from her hand, "Isn't it just a change of clothes, I'll go!" He said as he stepped across the threshold fearlessly, with an angry and complicated expression.

It was only today that she found out that Miaomiao has a very close relationship with the prince. In the past, Fuwen always canceled her, and Miaomiao laughed and said nothing. But she actually talked to the prince...she hid so deeply, she must have laughed at herself for being stupid in her heart. Thinking of this, Gao Yue clenched her teeth tightly, hating her so much.

Why did she die, otherwise she would never let her go!

Gao Yue stopped behind the twelve folding screens, and through layers of curtains, she vaguely saw two figures hugging each other on the bed. She stared blankly for a moment, "My lord, it's been cold in spring recently, if you don't change your clothes in time, you may catch the wind and cold."

After a long time, the person on the bed reacted, and he whispered: "Just put it down."

Gao Yue came to the front, put the clothes on the table lightly, and looked inside the bed before leaving, feeling unwilling: "My lord... people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn." /

She doesn't know, this sentence is now a taboo for Yang Fu, no one can say it.

Being quiet, Yang Fu asked, "Your name is Gao Yue?"

Gao Yue was taken aback for a moment, but then she was overjoyed, "My servant is."

He asked again: "How long have you lived with Miaomiao?"

Gao Yue counted, "It's been more than half a month."

"In this case, there should be some affection." Yang Fu said lightly, making arrangements for her, "Taiqing Lake is cold, so you can go and accompany her."

Gao Yue was so frightened that her legs gave way, "My lord, spare me!"

She thought that Yang Fu was going to take his life, her eyes widened immediately, and fear came to her heart.

Yang Fu was unmoved, "Go down."

She tried to resist, but seeing the prince's appearance was undeniable, she walked back in despair.

After leaving the house, others kept asking her about her situation, but she seemed to be in a daze, lost in her wits. After a while, his legs went limp, and he fell powerlessly to the ground, covering his cheeks and weeping in a low voice.

*

There was no movement in the room for a day and a night, and the maid did not dare to enter the room to disturb her. When it was time to eat, they quietly delivered the food, and then quietly exited. Usually when I come back to clean up, the food on the table is not touched, even the tea is the same.

The four kings did not eat or drink for a whole day, and just guarded the house with their arms around the dead maidservant.

The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, and the sun is shining brightly. Strange to say, there was no rancid smell in the house. It was spring, how could the corpse be preserved so well. The little servant girl didn't change anything except her pale face, she looked more like a deep sleep, but unfortunately there was no sign of life anymore.

This matter spread to the ears of the sage, and the four kings of the current dynasty turned against the prince in the street for a maid, hurting more than ten people on the other side, and disrespecting the elders. How could the prince let it go, and told the sage emphatically, and described his relationship with Miaomiao vividly.

The sage was furious, so he ordered to bury the maid that same day, and be more merciful, bury her properly, and save her.

When people came from the palace, Yang Fu was still in the room, and the crown prince and Jiang Taifu also came together. Jiang Taifu is the respected teacher of most of the princes, watching them grow up and teaching them how to behave. An old man, but still full of energy.

Most of the palace guards were waiting outside the courtyard. Yang Chen led four or five people into the house. Before he saw Yang Fu, he angrily ordered: "Take them down for me!"

A few people were ordered by the sage to open the curtain of the bed and were about to arrest someone, when they felt cold air hit their faces, a cold light flashed, and a long sword was drawn around their necks.

Yang Fu sat down on the bed, holding a person in his arms, holding a sword and looking coldly: "Presumptuous."

The posture of not being angry and self-imposing shocked all the guards, and for a while no one dared to take half a step forward.

Yang Chen became anxious, "What are you still doing? Forgot what the sage ordered?"

One sentence will bring back their sanity, and if one gets close, they will strike. "The four kings forgive their sins, and this subordinate is following orders. The sage has something to say, he wants to bury Miss Miaomiao, please don't embarrass your subordinates."

Before Yang Fu opened his mouth, he wanted to **** the person in his arms. Yang Fu hugged the little servant girl and ran away, his robe fluttering, he stood in front of the sill window, his eyes were cold, "No one is allowed to touch her!"

Yang Chen smiled, "Is the fourth brother planning to resist the edict?"

The scene was deadlocked. After all, it was the prince, and the guards did not dare to make a move easily. Yang Chen yelled at a waste, grabbed a long sword from the person beside him, and approached fiercely. They all learned kung fu when they were young, so it was easy for the prince to hold a sword. Yang Chen moved his ruthless hands and spared no effort to intercept and kill him.

Yang Chen was humiliated at Taiqing Lake that day, and he still broods on it, and every time he thinks about it, his liver hurts with anger.

Since I have the opportunity today, I can't let him go no matter what!

He raised his sword and stabbed, Yang Fu hugged a person, after all, it was a bit inconvenient to move, and his shoulder was forced by his sword. Yang Fu raised his eyebrows, the sharp sword pierced through the flesh, the pain of tearing came, he staggered back two steps.

Yang Chen gestured with his eyes, and the guards ordered him to seize the opportunity to **** the person in his arms.

At this point, he still refused to let go, his eyes were dyed red, and his words were sonorous: "Stand back, who dares to touch her?"

Yang Chen said: "Whoever dares to back down, I will kill him!"

The guards were in a dilemma, and one of them persuaded: "Si Wang, the sage is doing it for your own good, and the subordinates just buried her..."

Yang Fu turned a deaf ear to it.

"The subordinate has offended."

They approached closely, trying to **** the little maid from Yang Fu's arms. Yang Fu was wounded, bleeding continuously, soaking the moon white robe, looking shocking. His brows were cold, and he pierced the throat of one of them with a sword, and the blood splashed on the moon white robe, like a magnificent flower petal in full bloom.

This time, he will not let go no matter what.

*

In a corner of the peaceful inner courtyard, a person jumped in silently, only to see white light flashing by, no one noticed.

Wei Ling holds a blood stone in his hand and appears outside the main hall of Rongguangyuan.