90 Days of Spring

Yang Fu sensed her nervousness, "Do you know who it is?"

Miaomiao shook her head like a rattle, and quickly denied: "I don't know." After speaking, she guarded the door more tightly, and her expression revealed her emotions, "Did the prince misheard it? It's too early, do you want to go back and rest? ?"

The sun was shining brightly on the top of the head before it set, but she was able to say this calmly. Yang Fu bends his lips thoughtfully, puts his hand on the door panel above her head, and pushes gently, the mullion door creaked open.

Miaomiao's face turned white and he was open to words, he had stepped into the room.

That's awful, Wei Ling is about to be discovered...

She had never thought about how she was, and the first reaction was Wei Ling's safety. Not to mention, she still knows the consequences of breaking into the palace's inner house.

Miao Miao followed into the house nervously, never feeling the footsteps so heavy. She was mentally prepared, but when she saw the two standing in front of her, her eyes were still dark.

Wei Ling came out of the water, dripping wet from the tips of her hair, slid from her jaw to her neck, and then flowed into the skirt of her clothes. He didn't hurriedly put on his robe, tied the belt and looked up, and glanced outside.

Yang Fu's expression was gloomy, and he squinted his eyes.

Looking at Miaomiao again, she seemed to be stupid, standing still and unable to move.

Wei Ling laughed in a low voice, "Four kings, it's been a long time."

Yang Fu didn't answer, but said coldly, "Leshan Leshui."

The two people who had already arrived at the door responded and took a step forward, "Subordinates are here."

"Take this person down and **** him to the dungeon." He walked out of Mu's room with his sleeves, his eyebrows condensed, "Bringing into the palace without permission, with unforgivable intentions, when the crime is beyond pardon."

Miaomiao did not expect that he would be so angry, and opened his lips to plead: "Master, Wei Ling, he--"

Yang Fu looked at him, "Miaomiao, don't provoke my king anymore."

She was silent, and was stunned by his look. She looked at Wei Ling worriedly. In the past, Leshan and Leshui were not his opponents, but now he is seriously injured. Can he resist the two?

Unexpectedly, Wei Ling didn't struggle, and let them catch from side to side, raising her eyebrows mockingly, "I don't know, the four kings asked the public to report their personal preferences."

Yang Fu stopped and looked back, "In addition to asking the public to report private matters, this king prefers to use lynching." Immediately he constricted his eyes, and his brows were cold.

Miaomiao was horrified by the word "lynching", she reached out and grabbed Yang Fu's sleeve, "No, Lord, please let me go..."

Yang Fu frowned, raised his hand to cover her lips, "This king does not want to listen."

Seeing Leshan and Leshui trying to take Wei Ling away, Miaomiao panicked, not knowing where they were going to take him, raising her foot to stop them regardless, "It's not what you think, Wei Ling didn't do it. Bad thing, he just, he just..."

The more anxious he became, the more unclear the explanation became. Miaomiao's eyes were red, and she looked up at Wei Ling, "Why don't you run?"

Wei Ling smiled, "Liu Shui, what have you forgotten I gave you?"

Miaomiao couldn't remember for a moment, "What?"

He thought she was stupid and whispered in her ear: "Bloodstone."

Miaomiao opened his eyes wide, "But this..." This thing can only talk to him, but it can't save him. What's the use?

Before she had time to ask more, Wei Ling was taken away by Leshan Leshui. Miaomiao watched the direction they were leaving and couldn't help following a few steps. Turning his head in frustration, he found that Yang Fu was looking at her with an ugly face.

No wonder the maid said that she had a good appetite these past few days. It turned out that there was another reason. He trapped her here, but she got along with another man day and night.

Yang Fuhe closed his eyes, thinking of the scene, he couldn't help but want to shred the other's body.

When Miaomiao told him about this person, he didn't feel anything. How did he know that he would be jealous of this person in dozens of days. They have spent thousands of days and months together, a time he has never participated in.

In the heart of the little maid, Wei Ling is her most important relative.

The most important, more important than him? Yang Fu found that he could not accept this result.

He opened his eyes, "Come here."

Miaomiao slowly moved to him, still trying to speak for Wei Ling: "Lord..."

Yang Fu asked, "When did he come to the mansion?"

Miaomiao thought for a while, if not counting the fish body time, it should be... "Three days ago."

Three days, it was the second day when she revealed her identity, this world is too coincidental. A layer of frost condensed on Yang Fu's face, and Wu Tong was deep, "Is he the same as you?"

At first Miaomiao didn't know what he meant, but it took a long time before she realized: "...Um."

Isn't it a human? Yang Fu continued to ask: "What is it?"

Every time she asked here, she pretended to be deaf and dumb. Yang Fu was even more angry, "You move to the Rongguang Courtyard these few days. Before you go to Chengming Villa, you must not step out of the hospital."

Miaomiao looked up, "Where is Wei Ling?"

He stared at her for a long time and walked away without answering her question.

Miao Miao followed step by step, and asked unwillingly, "Master, please..."

Yang Fu stopped abruptly, she slammed her head and slammed back half a step away. His voice came from the front: "If you mention him again, this king will sentence him to death."

"...Don't!" Miaomiao opened her mouth and immediately covered her mouth.

He continued to walk forward, Miao Miao looked back at the other end of the corridor, and Wei Ling was no longer visible. She pursed her lips and clenched the bloodstone through her clothes.

Without Miaomiao's hands, someone came to Wutong Pavilion in the evening and moved all her belongings to Rongguangyuan. The two maids put her things in Yang Fu's bedroom, packed them up, and said, "If the girl has other orders, I will call them by their names."

Talking about retreating to the door, Miaomiao stood in front of the bed in a trance, with a sense of unreality.

This is the place she has thought about many times. She bent over and touched the soft pillow, and a picture of Yang Fu sleeping here appeared in her mind.

Obviously so close, but she was going to shrink again.

Miaomiao thought wildly, inexplicably sad, she just wanted to stay by his side, why is it so difficult? The gap between them is not only the identity, but also the race. It is like a thousand gaps, and it is a hurdle that she will never cross.

There were footsteps behind him, and Miaomiao turned her head back. Before she could see the person coming, her lips were covered.

Miaomiao's pain was so tight that he couldn't shake him, only a fishy smell gradually overflowed between his lips and teeth.

Such Yang Fu made her very disturbed, her body trembling, almost drowned in his surging waves.

Miaomiao touched her mouth, and when she brought it to her eyes, she really saw blood. She didn't know whether he was chewing her or kissing her. The mouth was too cruel.

Miaomiao was about to sink into it. Suddenly Leshan's voice came from outside the door: "Master, the seven kings are visiting."

Suddenly being interrupted, no one would be happy, "What's the matter?"

Leshan didn't know what happened inside, and said truthfully: "It seems to be related to the assassination of the prince."

The matter has not been found out yet. The saint wanted to hand it over to him, but he turned it down, and then handed it over to the Seven Kings. Among the many brothers, Yang Ting was the closest to him, and he was more willing to discuss anything with him.

Yang Fu stood up and stared at Miaomiao for a moment, then stood up and said, "Let him wait, this king will pass."

After Leshan retired, he got out of bed and tidied his clothes. Before leaving, he put on her pink lips and ordered: "Remember what the king said."

Miaomiao watched him leave, thinking about which sentence he was referring to.

The maidservants were guarding the door, and she was the only one in the room.

Miaomiao was in a state of confusion, sitting on the beauty couch with his head drooping, her mind flying far away. It wasn't until the bloodstone on her neck got hotter that she realized what was going on, and quickly took it out and asked, "Wei Ling?"

Wei Ling over there is straightforward: "Promise him to Chengming Villa."

Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment. Although she did not agree, Yang Fu had already made a decision for her. "What's wrong? Are you okay, are they embarrassing you? Where are you now?"

Wei Ling turned a deaf ear to her series of questions, but said, "The villa is not as tightly guarded as in the palace. I can take you away when I get there."

Miaomiao was surprised: "Can you escape?"

He sneered at the other end, "This kind of prison can't hold me back."

Miaomiao always felt that something was wrong, frowned and thought for a while, suddenly clear: "How do you know that the prince is going to take me out? Did you hear our conversation? At that time, you... did it on purpose?

After a long time, Wei Ling said, "Yes."

But, "Why?"

He analyzed them in detail, "Only in this way will the people of the palace lower their guard, and it will be easier to take you away by then."

Miaomiao couldn't refute, it was indeed not as thoughtful as he thought, "...this way."

Later, Wei Ling told her that he would also go to Chengming Villa, and contact her again after finding out the topography. Miaomiao just nodded and waited until he finished the last sentence before he said as thin as a mosquito: "Wei Ling, do I have to leave? I feel that the prince is not afraid of me..."

Quiet, Wei Ling chuckled, "He is not afraid of you, where is Jiang Alan?"

Miaomiao said nothing.

He said again: "As far as I know, this time Chengming Villa and his party, Jiang Taifu will bring his granddaughter along. Liushui, do you want to be burned as a monster?"

Miaomiao's hand holding the bloodstone suddenly stiffened.