90 Days of Spring

She quickly ran downstairs, but the shopkeeper said, "The rest of the guest rooms are full, and there will be no room available for a while."

Miaomiao frowned in embarrassment, "What should I do, where do I live at night?"

The shopkeeper rushed to apologize, "It's because the small shop is not doing things badly, which is causing trouble to the girl. How about giving you half of the room rate these days?

Miaomiao shook his head stubbornly, "I don't need you to refund the money, can you fix the bed today?"

The shopkeeper looked awkwardly, glanced behind her without a trace, and then coughed lightly: "I'm afraid this can't be done. The bed has been in disrepair for a long time and is badly broken. It will take at least three or five days to repair it."

After three or five days, Miaomiao saw that there was no room for change, so she pressed her lower lip, "Then I can only change the house."

The capital is prosperous and there is an endless stream of foreign travelers, and there are even more inns. Miaomiao simply packed her bags, she didn't have a lot of things, so she slung it on her shoulders easily, holding a copper bowl, and went out.

Le Shui wanted to stop her: "Girl..."

Yang Fu raised his hand to stop him, he smiled faintly, and followed Miaomiao leisurely with his hand to see where she was going.

Miaomiao came out to find an inn, but it was strange. There were obviously many inns on the street, but no one wanted to keep her. Almost every one is full, and Miaomiao never knew that the Jingcheng Inn was so popular. She walked most of the street and didn't even have a place to live.

Miaomiao stood on the street, looking back melancholy, is she going to sleep outside today?

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of someone a few steps away. He followed her all the way, keeping a close distance. As soon as Miaomiao bowed his head, he had already come to the front, "Where do I live?"

Asking knowingly, Miao Miao pouted and grunted.

Yang Fu's back is shining with afterglow, and his outline is plated with melting gold. His eyebrows are soft, with a small smile, "Miaomiao, there is a courtyard in this palace that is left empty and there is no one inhabited."

Miao Miao was really desperate. She looked down at the carp in the basin, feeling dilemma.

While hesitating, the chariot of the palace had stopped in front of him. Yang Fu didn't force her to ask, patiently waited for her to answer.

However, the car jam happened to be jammed in the middle of the two streets, blocking the roads for a while, attracting the attention of many passersby. The Sifang carriage was blocked. Someone didn’t know that this was the Four King’s carriage. They complained dissatisfiedly. Seeing that he was indifferent, Miaomiao blushed and urged, "You should let him stop somewhere else..."

Yang Fu said, "Get in the car and we will leave now."

Miaomiao stared, "How can the prince..."

Seeing that there are more and more people around, if they are recognized, it will damage Yang Fu's reputation in the future. However, he was calm and relaxed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, Miaomiao was anxious, and he was really forced to do nothing, so he hurriedly jumped into the carriage and said, "Quickly give way!" she said to the driver.

They are on the main street of Beijing, a little distance from Ling'an Lane. Away from the busy city, the outside of the car is getting quieter and quieter, the Quqing River is clear, and peach petals are floating on the surface of the water. Looking from the curtain, you can see a forest of red and white sprinkling golden and green peach trees in the distance, Yin Yin and Yan Yan.

Miaomiao was caught in his eyes. He had never seen such a lush peach forest. Her mouth was slightly open, and her small face was full of longing... As soon as she didn't pay attention, she was hugged by Yang Fu, "Still angry with the king?"

Miaomiao pulled back to his mind, the car wheel had stopped at the gate of the palace, and did not move forward. "What is the prince talking about?"

Yang Fu pressed to her cheek and said to himself, "Miaomiao, you still blame the king in your heart. You shouldn't be handed over to the prince, so that's why you punished the king like this."

Miaomiao blinked. He was right. She did have a grudge, but that was not the main reason. When she thought of going back to the palace and thinking of Leshan and Leshui's reaction to her for the first time, she was very uneasy...The matter was far more complicated than she thought. It was not the end of life when she survived, and she had to face the eyes of a crowd of people. Coupled with Wei Ling's injury, she has to take care of him distracted, so she has been negligent to Yang Fu only recently.

What's more, he just forced her to return home like that, Miaomiao didn't want to speak for a while, unexpectedly he would say this.

Miaomiao held back a smile, picked up the copper bowl on the Luotian small table and got out of the car, "Yes, I blame you." She stepped on the footstool to get out of the car step by step, standing under the shaft and looking up at him, "The lord knows, I When I fell into the water, I kept thinking why you didn't come."

Miaomiao saw the pain in Yang Fu's eyes, it was regret pain that could not be disguised. Her goal was achieved, her eyes were full of smiles, "Because I was unwilling to leave, so I came back."

The truth was mixed, but Yang Fu was slightly startled.

Speaking satisfactorily, as soon as she returned to the house, she walked behind Yang Fu consciously, looking around anxiously.

However, along the way, without the horrified cry she expected, let alone the person who yelled at her to haunt her, the maid respectfully saluted the four kings, and then calmly walked past her without the slightest mood swing.

This makes Miaomiao puzzled. In just a few days, they don't remember her appearance?

But a closer look reveals that these maids have no impression at all, they are all raw faces. Miaomiao carefully observed it, and she didn't even know any of them. She knew something in her heart and was unavoidably surprised. Three or two steps forward to catch up with Yang Fu, she pulled his sleeves, "Master, you... have you changed all the maids in the house?"

Yang Fu nodded without changing his face, "The servants have also been changed."

He changed all the people in the house? Is it for her? Miaomiao couldn't believe it, he actually did this for her!

Yang Fu saw through her thoughts and knocked on her forehead, "This king said, don't worry, what else are you afraid of?"

Miaomiao shook his head, his lips opened and closed, and finally turned into a sentence: "Yeah."

The courtyard that Yang Fu said was called Wutong Pavilion. In the four corners of the pavilion, phoenix trees were planted. There is also a tree in front of the main hall, all of which are 100 years old, hence the name. It is quiet and elegant here, with three floors of pavilions, which have already been arranged, and it is only a veranda away from Yang Fu's Rongguang Courtyard.

Miaomiao put Wei Ling on the indoor sandalwood shelf and looked up around the main room, which was a world of difference from the lower room she lived in. Suddenly asking her to live in this kind of place, Miaomiao didn't get used to it, "I think..."

Yang Fu interrupted her, "If you need anything more, just tell the steward and let him prepare it for you."

Miaomiao nodded, and shook his head quickly, "Then what do I live here, do I still serve the lord every day?"

Two maids stood outside the door, appointed by Yang Fu to take care of her. Originally I wanted to arrange more people, but I was afraid that she would not be used to it, so she sent her two grades first and came over with a steady approach.

Yang Fu pretended to ponder, "You can go to the study once a day. Do you still remember the name you wrote in the last Muslim?"

Miaomiao thought about it seriously, and finally frankly said: "Forgot."

If so, Yang Fu had no choice but to bend his lips: "I will continue to learn tomorrow."

Hearing his tone, it seemed that the next few days would have to be spent in the study. Fortunately, Miaomiao was still quite interested in learning to write, so he obediently responded, "Handmaid obeyed!"

Yang Fu scraped her small nose, "You don't have to call yourself a maid in the future."

Miaomiao wondered, "Why?"

Sister Cen Yun taught her in the other courtyard before that she should call herself a maid in front of the prince, or she would be disrespectful. She always keeps it in mind.

Yang Fu didn't speak, she was not as simple as a maid in his heart. He is currently powerless to give her status, but wants to keep her by his side, so he chooses to trap her selfishly.

Miaomiao really overestimated herself. It is too difficult to read and hyphenate. She studied for three days and finally learned Yang Fu's name.

At first she could only write about Miaomiao. Miaomiao was simple. Yang Fu told her: "Three waters on the left and three waters on the right. Three legs stand together. The word "Miaomiao" means that the water is powerful."

I don’t understand much later, but in the first sentence, Miaomiao pondered for a moment, "Doesn’t that add up to six waters? So, did Wei Ling call me six waters?"

Yang Fu said nothing.

Miaomiao's high-five clapping suddenly realized, and immediately thought that something was wrong, "Then the prince knows, why did you say that you can't write last time?"

"..."

Yang Fu changed the subject, "This king teaches you to write other characters."

Later he taught her to write Yang Fu. Miaomiao couldn't hold her pen firmly, so Yang Fu covered her hand and taught her to write: "Write a few more times, and you'll get it later."

His breath was in his ears, sprinkled on Miao Miao's cheeks, warm and numb. She could not breathe steady, and half of her body was weak. If she hadn't been holding her head, she would have fallen to the ground.

Yang Fu's chest was next to her, conveying each other's body temperature. Miaomiao didn't hear a word, "Oh...oh."

When she was asked to write by herself, she was still crooked.

Yang Fu held her handwriting and couldn't laugh or cry.

Miaomiao whimpered, clutching her belly and fell on the soft couch, and began to sneer: "I'm so hungry, can I write again tomorrow? If I finish learning today, what should I learn tomorrow?"

She thinks a lot, and only learned two words today. Yang Fu picked her up from the couch and squeezed her tender cheeks, "You can’t even learn the name of this king. Don't worry too much."

She opened her eyes in a daze, "What is it? Can I eat it?"

Yang Fu didn't know anything about her, lowered his head and took a bite on her lips. Miaomiao sobbed and dodged: "Don't stop it. Actually, I've learned it a long time ago. If you don't believe the lord, you see."

He jumped away from his arms and came to the side of the case to pick up a pen. He sketched his name on the rice paper one by one. The handwriting was jerky, but the writing was extremely neat.

Yang Fu.

He looked at it and smiled, his handsome face was soft, like a magnolia blooming outside the courtyard. Elegance and handsome, fascinating.