90 Days of Spring

Even if she refused once, she was actually rejected for the second time.

After coming back from Han Yuxuan, Miaomiao always looked downcast, and even spoke to her without answering. Cen Yun stretched out her hand and probed her forehead. She hadn't burnt anymore, and she was in good spirits, so what was going on?

Miaomiao thought about it all night, full of Yang Fu's words... He said he would pay more attention in the future. What should he pay attention to? Isn't even this special treatment gone? Isn't he going to treat her well... Finally, a little change was made, but he returned to the place because of her words. Miaomiao was so frustrated, she was self-defeating, and she simply regretted not making it in the first place.

Yang Fu said that he did not have a relationship between men and women, and that it was false to say that she was not sad or disappointed, but Miaomiao didn't dare to believe it, so the emotions were not too sad. The only thing she was afraid of was that Yang Fuhui alienated her and treated her like other maids, which made her extremely frightened.

In the morning, Miaomiao moved back to her room, but her mind floated so far that she didn't even hear Cen Yun even calling her twice.

"Miaomiao, what's the matter with you? It hasn't been quite right since last night, could it be an evil?" Cen Yun was serious, and she was about to shake her shoulder.

Miaomiao quickly avoided and shook her head to explain: "After you told me that yesterday, I went to ask the Four Kings. In the end, he said that he didn't like me, and he said that he would pay attention to... Don't you hate me?"

From the moment she spoke her first words, Cen Yun opened her mouth in surprise, until Yinluo was shocked to say, "You, you..."

It should be said that this girl is bold or short-sighted. When she casually told her, she rushed to ask! Look, this is the end, how could the prince admit that he is such a beautiful and peerless person, how can he be tempted by a little maid?

Miaomiao's eyes quickly turned red, and the tip of her nose became sore, "Is it?"

Cen Yun's emotions calmed down a little bit. Seeing her look so pitiful, she squeezed her barely fleshy cheeks, "The prince is so big, how can I hate you for this? It's just Miaomiao, you put this matter aside It’s good to know it in your heart, but don’t say it in the future."

Miaomiao didn't quite understand, "Why not?"

She likes him, she wants to let him know, wishing to remind him every moment. It just couldn't, their identities are very different. At present, the prince's tolerance towards her is the greatest limit.

Cen Yun analyzed patiently: "The prince always wants to marry a wife. If you tell the prince every day and are heard by the future prince, you will have good fruit."

The four kings are twenty and five this year. At this age, they have not yet married and had children, which is not normal. But it is true that Yang Fu has never been close to any girl. The saint has repeatedly pointed out marriage for him, but he declined. Indifferent to Mingzhi, quiet and far-reaching, this is the portrayal of the Four Kings, as if people outside the world are indifferent to the mundane things of the world.

Miaomiao's heart was in pain when she heard the word marrying a wife. She lay back in the bedding and buried her head deeply in the soft pillow. The sound of the urn sounded from below: "Sister Cen Yun, I want to rest for a while."

Cen Yun felt sorry for her stubbornness, and sighed: "Anyway, there is nothing to do, so you can sleep a little longer, and I will call you in the evening."

She didn't speak, Cen Yun just acquiesced in her, got up and walked outside, carefully closing the mullion door for her.

He would marry a wife and have children, be gentle and considerate to other women, forget the little maid named Miaomiao, and grow old together with his wife.

Miaomiao stayed in the quilt all day and couldn’t think of this problem. She was so afraid that something like this would happen... She felt like a poisonous weed planted in her heart, which quickly grew and spread. Miaomiao admitted that this thought was selfish, but she still didn’t want Yang. Remarry.

She had to find a way to make Yang Fu like herself. It was because she was leaving after ninety days, that she eagerly wanted to leave a trace in his heart. But how can he be tempted? Sister Cen Yun said that the prince is pure-hearted and has little desires, and he is kind and estranged. It is not easy to get into his heart.

Miao Miao squeezed her small fist to herself, there is always a way, she has to take it slowly step by step.

Once this idea is firmly established, the whole body seems to have a steady flow of power. Instead of lying on the bed and complaining, it is better to take practical actions. She leaped up from the bed and glanced at the sky outside. At dusk, the sunset glows, and the colorful twilight casts on the top of the eaves, covering the main room of Hanyuxuan in a layer of light golden light, which is even more carved and jade, like a palace of pearls.

Yang Fuxing will come back from Yunjinzhai, and after quitting, he is about to remove the turban from the shelf. There is a thin white hand next to him that moves faster. The little maid looked serious, and meticulously wiped away the drops of water on his hands, she did not look like she was nervous and helpless yesterday.

Yang Fu couldn't help but stared at her. After he said that last night, she was so sad that she was about to cry, and walked out without saying a word. I thought she would have an impact today, but I didn't expect her to be as swift as usual, with a bright smile, "Okay, Lord."

Yang Fu was stunned. He wanted to take care of her health better, but when he thought about what he said yesterday, he just whispered and walked to the table to prepare for a meal.

After a meal, he did not intend to go to bed, put on his cloak and walked out of Hanyuxuan, towards the Huxin Pavilion.

This has been his habit for many years. He has to go to the Huxin Pavilion to see the scenery every few days, rain or shine. Seeing this, Miaomiao couldn't help putting aside his work, his eyes followed his back. Until people walked far, she said to Cen Yun anxiously: "Sister Cen Yun, my stomach hurts, go out first..."

Cen Yun waved her hand thoughtfully, "Go, come back earlier."

Without waiting for her to finish, Miaomiao ran out in a hurry. There was no one in the corridor, she lifted the skirt and ran all the way, and finally saw Yang Fu not far away. She hid behind the tree subconsciously, panting, her bright black eyes staring at his actions.

Yang Fu crossed the Jiuqu Bridge and stopped in the lake pavilion. Behind him stood Leshan and Leshui, and the two of them followed incessantly.

Knowing that he is in a bad mood now, Miaomiao can't do anything but hide behind a willow tree covered with frost. She drooped her eyelids. It would be nice if she could be by his side at this time. Unfortunately, the one with this qualification should be the wife he is married to by the media, not a lowly maid.

The ice and snow melted, the earth rejuvenated, and everything returned to vitality. Under the warm light of spring, it pulled out the tender green buds and leaves, stretched its graceful posture, and grew vigorously. The sky in the lakeside pavilion is the same as the sky, shimmering gleams on the lake surface, the end is blue sky like washing, Chengjiang like practicing.

Miaomiao and Yang Fu were separated by half the distance of the backyard, one in the front and the other in the back, each with their own minds. One stop was half an hour.

It was not until the cool breeze hit and Leshan stepped forward to give a few words of comfort before Yang Fu walked out of the pavilion. Miaomiao hid far away behind a rockery by the lake, watching the three pass by, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"People have gone far, what else to look at?"

This voice...with disdain in ridicule, Wei Ling's usual tone.

Miaomiao turned her head in surprise, and saw that Wei Ling was standing two steps away from her, staring lazily with her arms folded. However, in just seven or eight days, it seemed that he hadn’t seen it in many years. Miaomiao jumped up to him happily and circled around him, "Where did you go, Wei Ling? I came to the lake to find you a few days ago and called you. There is no response for many words, have you abandoned me? Are you still angry with me?"

After several questions, Wei Ling raised her hand and held her head to stop her from constantly moving, "I went out for a while and didn't know that you came to me. Why, have you encountered difficulties?"

Miao Miao nodded again and again, and still has a lingering fear, "I was almost seeing scales on my body last time..."

Wei Ling twisted her eyebrows, "Didn't I warn you not to touch the water in front of others?"

"I don't know." She narrowed her mouth aggrievedly. "Fortunately, there was a false alarm, and it disappeared by itself the next day."

She spoke lightly, and if she were to be seen, the consequences would be disastrous. Wei Ling twisted her cheek twice to show punishment: "Be cautious in everything in the future, I can't always help you."

Miaomiao agreed very happily, and Gayin Weiling's return made her a lot of joy. These days, she has been worried for fear that he will never come back. It was all right now, Wei Ling did not abandon her, nor was she angry because of her waywardness.

It is rare for the two to meet. Miaomiao has a lot to say. It is hidden here, so there is no need to worry about being discovered. Miaomiao clutched his clothes tightly and raised his head in great interest, "It turns out that humans have so many fun things. I'm still staying old and have eaten a lot of delicious things..."

Wei Ling let her tugged, listened to her muttering quietly, and asked without warning, "How are you with him, have you met?"

More than just meeting each other, she waited in front of and behind every day, Miao Miao unhappily, and honestly explained how to get along with Yang Fu these few days. She even said Yang Fu's refusal without reservation. She had always trusted Wei Ling like this, unconditionally trusting her. She told him what he wanted to know.

After listening, Wei Ling sneered without mercy, staring at her thin face, "How can you get his eyes on your ugly appearance?"

Miaomiao was hit hard. Although it was not his face, he was using it by himself. How could he be so mean?

"Then you say... what should I do to make him like me? Wei Ling, I want him to like me." Miaomiao seemed to be holding onto the last straw, choking and pleading.

Wei Ling was silent for a long time before asking calmly: "At first you said you only wanted to say a few words to him, but now you are asking more and more... Liushui, have you thought about it in the future?"

Ninety days later, she left the hospital and became a carefree koi.

What about Yang Fu?

With tears in her eyes, Miaomiao shook her head helplessly, "I don't know... but Wei Ling, I want to be selfish once... this time..."

A teardrop overflowed from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek. Wei Ling reached out to catch it, with a shiny pearl lying in her palm.

He constricted his eyes and said, "I can't help you much. Tai half depends on you."

He paused, and cruelly revealed: "First, take care of your face and make your body more rounded. Otherwise, you look like a skinny little girl, and no one can look at it."