Chapter 13:

Huayu Mountain is located three or five miles west of the city, about half an hour by car. The official road is flat and the road is unobstructed. On the road, the Seven Kings Mansion gets on the bus, and two groups of people walk along the road. As far as the foot of the mountain, there are green grass and beautiful mountains and rivers; when looking to the top of the mountain, it is covered with snow and peaks, like two worlds.
The four kings and the seven kings abandoned their carts and rode on horses, followed by a few servants, riding horses gallop, and disappearing in front of everyone in a blink of an eye.
The remaining maid sitting in the car, slowly swaying to the top of the mountain, was already an hour later. The official hunt will only begin tomorrow, and princes and nobles will arrive one after another this afternoon.
The four kings, Yang Fu, moved to another courtyard. He didn't even attend the royal family banquet on the first day of the Lunar New Year. When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, he was invited by the prince to visit him. There is a garden on the top of the mountain for the emperor's heirs who hunt every year. The saint is named Changyuan for it. The garden is surrounded by a white Ye Forest, towering and straight, covered with a layer of snow. From a distance, it is full of white snow, like a jade city and snow ridge.
The prince temporarily resides in Mingzhang Courtyard, where red plum blossoms are in full bloom, dotted with the vast snow scene on the top of the mountain, like a little cinnabar in the white jade muscle, which is extremely beautiful. The prince had more pomp than others, and the maidservant brought about thirty or fifty people, and even Jiao Ji and concubine served around, which made the courtyard a lot of noise.
The prince and the princess have always been at odds, this is nothing new in the capital, but he blatantly regards the princess as nothing, it is a bit too much. The princess really hated him so much, but she loved him again, and there was nothing to do with him. After crying and making trouble, he still couldn't keep his affection, and his warm heart was held in front of him, and he was finally broken to pieces.
The two had a big quarrel last night, and now the prince Yang Chen is in a bad mood, and the maid serves tea tremblingly, for fear of harming the pond fish. It wasn't until Yang Fu came to Mingzhangyuan that his expression was somewhat relaxed. After he gave up his seat, he said, "The fourth brother is still wise, and he hid in another courtyard outside the city in order to refuse marriage. Restless, every day goes well."
Yang Fu smiled, "Second brother praised, Qi Hao just didn't care about Jiang Mansion girl and didn't think so far."
Yang Chen sighed, "I think this Jiang Alan is pretty good, with Yangliu Gongmei, well divided flowers, dignified and graceful temperament, many times better than the one in my family."
Jiang Alan mentioned by the prince is the granddaughter of Taifu Jiang in the capital city. Last year, he was well-known among the family members of officials. The four kings have not married yet after the age of twenty-seven, and Empress Wei has to worry about her, so she intends to marry Jiang Alan to Yang Fu as his wife. However, Yang Fu repeatedly refused to marry him. This time, in order to avoid the matter, he even moved to another hospital outside the city, not spending years in the capital.
Empress Wei was very sad, and the child didn't know what was going on. She didn't look good at any other girl. Is she really planning not to marry for the rest of her life? How does this work!
Hearing that Yang Fu dialed the tea in the bowl, he raised his eyes sincerely: "Second brother knows, I don't have this idea right now, I just want to be a lazy idler."
"Yes." Yang Chen chuckled, his fourth brother, who was outstanding in his childhood, was loved by the saint. After fighting with concubine jade and burying the incense, she has been deeply hit, and since then she has become a person. Faint, self-willing to be mediocre, the saint reprimanded him several times for this, but to no avail, and gradually gave up on him.
Yang Fu was born by Queen Wei, but he was raised by his concubine since childhood. Treating her concubine like her own flesh and blood, the mother-child relationship is harmonious and harmonious. I don't know what happened more than ten years ago, and the concubine died overnight. It is reported that the death is miserable and terrifying. After that, although Yang Fu returned to the name of Empress Wei, his temperament changed drastically, without majestic martial arts, and no exquisite literary talent. Over time, he became ordinary and unremarkable, and there was no praise of the past.
Many people regret this, thinking that Da Yue has lost a talent. What's more, Yang Fu is proud and arrogant, he is not diligent in his homework when he was young, so he is mediocre now.
Regardless of how others think of Yang Chen, he feels that it is not bad, his fourth brother, it is best to do this for the rest of his life.
The two said a few words, not long after the Six Kings and the Nine Kings were present together, and the Seven Kings also came here to join in the fun. By the time Yang Fu returned to his courtyard, it was already very sunset.
Originally, the prince wanted to keep someone for a meal, but a few of them had just arrived and there were still many things to prepare, so they gave up and left.
Yang Fu’s yard is in the northwest corner of Changyuan. The plaque outside the yard is named Hanwan, which he personally named. It is a long-term thing if the deep meaning is to be investigated. Yang Fu calmed his mind and walked into the courtyard, bypassing the embossed landscape and shadow wall, and saw that the maid was busy cleaning the house away, and when he came back, he hurriedly saluted.
One of the little maids was extremely excited when she saw him, her eyes fell on him, her small face as bright as a bright moon with a smile, as if she saw him want nothing. Between heaven and earth, he is the only one.
Yang Fu glanced back at her, nodding with a smile.
Behind him, Miaomiao held her cheeks fluttering happily. The prince only smiled at her. Does this mean she is special?
She ran to her, and hot water had already been placed on the sandalwood basin stand. She took the towel and wrung it out, and waited for Yang Fu to wash her cleanly. There was no time to deal with the scald yesterday. The back of Bai Nen's hand was red, and there were several blisters of different sizes, which looked extremely serious.
Yang Fu looked at it for a while, until Miaomiao packed up his post, he asked quietly, "Why did my hand burn?"
Miaomiao paused, and Cen Yun applied ointment to her when she went out in the morning. She didn't feel much pain now, and she didn't care about it just now. He didn't expect to be noticed by him. "I didn't hit someone when I was bringing the hot water yesterday, and the water was spilled on my hand..." She was probably embarrassed, and she smiled, "It doesn't hurt so much anymore."
The maids in the house are taught by the maids, how can they be so reckless?
Yang Fu was sitting on the Eight Immortals' chair. The maid was arranging meals. He asked unhurriedly, "Don't you see the road? Who did you bump into?"
Miao Miaoji closed her lips, thinking hard, "I forgot her name..."
Really stupid enough, Yang Fu stopped speaking and got up to eat in the hall. The kitchen in the garden has heard that the prince is here, and the meals have already been arranged. Although they are not as exquisite and delicious as the palace, they are all delicious mountain foods. Miaomiao still thought that she had just said the wrong thing, and did not dare to wait before him, silently staying in the main room to wipe the seat.
After Yang was over for a meal, he didn't rush into the house to rest, and asked Leshan to get the crabapple wood longbow that he needed tomorrow. After thinking about it, he said, "Fetch silver needles and cotton yarn, and ointment for trauma."
Although Leshan didn't know what he meant, he didn't ask much, "Yes."
Returning soon afterwards, he held a red sandalwood flower-carved wooden box with a long bow inside and a slender body. The maid behind her held a silver needle of ointment, and the two stood in front of her, "Master, what you want."
Yang Fu thoughtfully slid through the smooth lines of the longbow, whispering, "Miaomiao."
Miaomiao had been standing at the door, hearing the words and entering, "Master."
Yang Fu didn't lift his head and said, "Heat the silver needle with candlelight, break the blisters on your hand, and put on the ointment. If you can't handle it alone, let Yu Yan help."
Yu Yan is the maid who takes medicine, one year older than Miaomiao, and a diligent person with a dull personality. Miaomiao is far from her and loves being noisy, so the two of them rarely meet each other and are still not familiar with each other. Compared with this matter, Miaomiao was even more surprised at what Yang Fu said...
What does he mean, is he caring about her?
However, he couldn't see the slightest color of care on his face. Miaomiao was overjoyed, and even more disappointed. She curled her eyes and smiled, thanked Yang Fu for caring, and went to the side hall with Yuyan to suffer her hand injury.
At first, she was very scared, and kept retracting her hands. Later, Yu Yan was cruelly pressed, and one by one she broke the blisters on the back of her hand. Miaomiao was so scared that she was sobbing and her eyes were full of tears. Fortunately, Yu Yan's gentle movements did not hurt her. It wasn't until the ointment was applied that she inhaled and swallowed slowly: "It doesn't seem to be very painful."
Yu Yan chuckled, "It didn't hurt much at first, but you were scared by yourself. Okay, the ointment given by the prince must be easy to use, and it will be better in two days."
Miaomiao endured red eyes, and she nodded vigorously, "Thanks to you..."
She kept thanking her, and in the end Yu Yan was a little embarrassed and stood up blushing: "This is what the prince meant, you don't have to thank me."
A layer of gauze was wrapped around the back of her hand, and Miao Miao stared at it for a moment, then quietly curled her lips.
In the early morning of the next day, Yang Fu set off from the courtyard with only two people, Leshan and Leshui.
The maid and maid could only stay in the garden and wait, Miaomiao sneaked out of the Hanyuyuan, hid behind a tree, and looked at the situation at the door. Yang Fu turned on his horse, moving smoothly, and Junyi was extraordinary. He suddenly tilted his head and glanced into the garden, so that Miaomiao quickly retracted his head and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
When she looked again, the group of people outside the door had already gone.
Miaomiao sighed disappointedly, thinking that he would be able to see many beautiful scenery when he came up to Huayu Mountain. Who knows that just changing from one yard to another, she can't go outside at all. Cen Yun said that at this time, there are many animals out there, especially in the depths of the mountain, pheasants, hares, jackals, tigers and leopards, hunting must be very thrilling.
Miaomiao is eager to go out and see...
I was absent-minded all morning, anyway, there was nothing to do on the mountain. Yang Fu came back at noon and only harvested two pheasants. I heard that the prince hunted a she wolf and the harvest was remarkable. Rao is so Miaomiao still feels Yang Fu is the best, and his eyes are full of admiration.
Yang Fu laughed, "The prince is exquisite in archery, I am ashamed of it."
Le Shui opened his mouth when he heard the sound behind him, and stopped talking. If the wolf didn't give in, how could it be the prince's turn?
After lunch, take a half-hour break and continue to set off in the afternoon.
This time, Miaomiao couldn't hold back. The servants at the gate of Changyuan were not strictly guarded. When the two of them were unprepared, Miaomiao carefully sneaked out of the door, ducked behind the wall, and walked around the garden and headed for Baiye Forest. Go.