Chapter 22:

As the name suggests, the blood bead flowing inside was taken from Wei Ling's body. Because of this, when Miaomiao was holding it to talk, Wei Ling could only hear it at this end, and she could talk back.
Miaomiao didn't believe that this stone was so magical. She lowered her head and held it in her palm, learning to cry, "Weiling, Weiling."
As soon as the voice fell, Wei Ling knocked on her forehead severely, "I'm right in front of you, of course I can hear it."
After that, he stuffed the jade into her skirt, and seriously instructed: "The capital is far away, you should be careful about everything. If you encounter any trouble..." He stagnated, and changed his words: "The prince should solve it for you. "
This girl is so innocent and so deceiving, to be honest, Wei Ling is very worried. Not to mention the mixture of fish and dragons in the capital, just a four-king mansion, a high gate and a deep courtyard, is enough to bully her beyond the reach. If he is hurt by then and he can't arrive in time, who will support her?
Listening to Miaomiao's narration, Yang Fu treated her special. I just don't know whether this special will protect her from wind and rain in the future.
This worry lingers in my heart, if he tells this girl, she will surely pass it away. She was passionate about following Yang Fu, and now she finally got the opportunity, how could she let it go easily?
As soon as he thought about the matter, his face was expressionless, Miaomiao held his hand and hesitated for a long time before asking uncertainly: "Wei Ling, won't you go with me?"
Wei Ling can become a human being. Anyway, he has been to many places. This time I go to the capital to relax. Isn't it good to be with her?
She didn't dare to say before, because she was afraid that Wei Ling felt that she had to make an inch. Because of Yang Fu's affairs, she has troubled him a lot, but now she still wants him to be with her at all times, and she also feels a little selfish. So Miaomiao didn't speak anymore, and hoped that Weiling proposed it herself... but she left the day after tomorrow. He actually gave her a stone. Did he make up his mind to stay in the other courtyard?
Miaomiao lowered her head and said like a mosquito: "Did you also say that you want to go to the capital, we can go together..."
The slender eyelashes tremble and tremble, like a butterfly fluttering in the chaotic flowers, bewildering a garden of spring. The expectation in her eyes was full, because she didn't want to embarrass him, so she blinked her eyes to prevent him from seeing.
Wei Ling looked at her silently until a long time: "Liu Shui, I don't want to go anymore."
He refused so decisively, leaving Miaomiao speechless for a moment, raised her head in panic and helpless, and squatted to persuade: "But you said... you used to say that you wanted to take me to many places in the capital. At that time, I couldn't be with you. Go, now you can, why don't you want to go anymore?"
Because of her anxiety, she spoke a little incoherently, with only a little cloth in her fingers, and raised her head to ask him anxiously.
Wei Ling turned her head, "You look too ugly now, I feel ashamed to take it out."
"..."
This was really a fatal blow. Miao Miao was silent, her eyes gradually turned into sorrow, and she said silently.
After thinking about it, she still felt upset, she snorted and explained: "I use the ointment you give every day, and now my face is much more beautiful!"
Wei Ling raised her eyebrows politely, slightly mocking: "Who said that?"
Miaomiao stood proudly: "Sister Cen Yun said it!"
The little maid was born thin, and she was naturally not as exquisite as Miao Miao herself, but she looked like a little steamed bun.
Wei Ling was too lazy to hit her again, jumped into the water, and soon showed her upper body again, already changing back to the shark's appearance. Because of living underwater all the year round, his skin is fairer than ordinary people, his facial features are delicate and delicate, and his eyebrows are raised, with a sharp and arrogant aura. He said: "I'm leaving, you go back earlier, so as not to be suspicious."
Miaomiao was splashed all over by the water. Hearing the sound, he lowered his arm in front of his face, and nodded unhappily, "Yes."
Wei Ling leaned forward, stopped suddenly, and said slowly, "If there is nothing wrong tomorrow, you will not use it."
Having said that, he leaned over and dived into the water, and the black scale fish tail reflected the crystal clear and silent light underwater, winding flexibly to the bottom of the water.
Miaomiao stood on the shore blankly, staring at the direction where Wei Ling disappeared for a long time without moving.
Wei Ling really didn't go to the capital with her. From now on, she would live alone. At that moment, as if she had lost him, she squatted sadly on the shore of the lake, holding the bloodstone he gave tightly through her clothes.
After Leshan and Leshui returned, the courtyard began to work on the four kings returning to Beijing. It is different from when it came, this time the house is in order, and there is no rush.
It takes several days from the courtyard to the capital, and it will be even faster if you take the waterway. Because they had to go back before the fifteenth of January, Yang Fu ordered them to go down, and they would all change to waterways and be simple in salutes. When he came, he brought only two servants from Leshan and Leshui, and when he returned, there was a little maid with four people in total, which is not too many.
After hearing the prince's plan, Leshan and Leshui glanced at each other and said nothing.
The prince has always treated Miaomiao very special, plus she saved the prince's life on the snow-capped mountain, this time it was unexpected to bring him back to the palace, so both of them understood. However, it is inevitable that some people in the other courtyard will be jealous, and being favored by the prince, it should be a blessing that has been cultivated in a few lifetimes, why is this clumsy maid?
Jealousy is jealous, but no one dares to provoke Miaomiao. She is now the celebrity in front of the prince. If you say something bad about them a little bit, it will not end well.
Naturally, Miaomiao didn't know what other maids thought of her. She was leaving tomorrow. She had to sort out the books in the bookstore before today. Last time, Yang Fu asked her to arrange them in different categories. She had been dragged back from Huayu Mountain until now, and there would be no time if she didn't organize them.
She hurriedly shuttled through the bookshelves, dizzy at the characters above, and didn't recognize any of them. Besides, she was upset, and her mind was filled with the figure of Wei Ling who had left yesterday.
What does he mean by telling her not to look for him today? He doesn't want to see her anymore? Did she make him unhappy?
Miaomiao was thinking wildly, and the books in his hand were arranged in a mess, without any rules. She sighed in annoyance. It's really hard for the prince to assign this job to her. Can't you find someone who can read?
Voices came from outside the building, Leshan and Leshui were waiting in the courtyard, and Yang Fu stepped into the book pavilion.
I wanted to select a few files and read it back. Unexpectedly, I turned to a hollow interstitial. I saw a little maid standing by the shelf in a daze, pursing her lips and looking at him in shame.
Yang Fu paused and glanced at the booklet she was holding in her arms, "Miaomiao, why are you here?"
Last time, he said that he would clean up the book pavilion. It was a few days ago. He didn't remember that it was normal. But it was hard for Miaomiao, and he ran over before dawn, and spent several hours alone. "The prince said it is very difficult to find books, let me re-categorize the books here... but prince, I, I really don't know how to divide..."
Yang Fu laughed, if she hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten it.
He once said to come back and teach her, but now there is no time, "After returning to the capital, this king will teach you literacy again."
Yan Fu stepped forward and took out a book from Miaomiao's hand. It was written with a few large characters in cursive writing. No wonder she looked miserable, and she probably felt that there was no doubt with the ghost. This book belongs to the category of porcelain appreciation. It should be placed on the shelf above Miaomiao's head. Yang Fu held the golden and vermilion lacquer bookshelf with one hand and placed it over her.
His clear voice resounded above his head: "If it is really troublesome, let others sort it out, don't force yourself."
Surrounded by his breath, Miao Miao held his breath, not even daring to move. In the eyes is his Tibetan blue Sihe Ruyi Tuanyun robe, the tip of his nose can almost rub against his clothes, and the breath is full of clear smell. Miaomiao's cheeks flushed red, her heartbeat suddenly increased, and she looked up stiffly, only to see his beautifully curved jaw.
But Yang Fu lowered his head at this time, facing Miaomiao's slick eyes, he was slightly startled, but he didn't move a bit.
The light in the depths of the attic was dark, and the time was blocked by rows of bookshelves, and only the weak sunlight was projected on the feet of the two. It was silent for a while, so quiet that a heartbeat could be heard. Miaomiao was trapped between the bookshelf and Yang Fu. He couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could feel the sound of him getting closer.
Both hands and feet seemed to soften, and Miaomiao couldn't move, staring at her eyes incredulously.
Yang Fu faced her face to face, and at a short distance away, he curled his lips and wiped it against Miaomiao's cheek, "Why look at me like this, am I terrible?"
Miaomiao shook his head like a rattle, putting a heart back in his stomach, but with a little disappointment, "The prince is not terrible at all."
Yang Fu straightened up, put the books in her arms back on the shelf, arranged them neatly, and reorganized her mess up. "You don't have to worry about the others, this king will let others take care of it. Are you ready for the luggage tomorrow?"
Staying next to him might suffocate. Miaomiao quickly hid aside and took a deep breath: "It's all packed, thank you, Lord Wang for your concern."
If Yang Fu said something, he suddenly thought: "Tomorrow we will return to Beijing by boat, do you have any objections?"
Miaomiao never took a boat: "Can you see the water?"
Yang Fu smiled: "Natural energy."
She smiled and said, "That's fine, everything is up to the king."
Being able to try new things, she suddenly became emotional, and she was annoying only after sweeping away.
After tossing around all night, it finally arrived the next morning.
According to Wei Ling's words, Miaomiao didn't find him yesterday. However, lying on the bed holding the jade, trying to call his name, but hesitated. He should have rested by this time, so he should not disturb him.
Miaomiao came to the main hall early, but Yang Fu was already waiting here. At this time, it was only Maochu, he arrived too early.
After the group gathered, they went to the gate of the courtyard to prepare for departure. Miaomiao and Cen Yun walked behind, reluctantly saying goodbye to each other.
Miaomiao went stupid, knowing that thanks to Cen Yun's care during this period of time, how could she have had such a smooth flow. She clung to Cen Yun's shoulders and choked, "Sister Cen Yun, I will definitely be back."
Cen Yun didn’t know what she meant by her words, and she shook her shoulders and exhorted:
If you say anything stupid, you must live a good life when you arrive in the capital. You should understand the truth about this. If you have any difficulties, write to I, if I could help you, I would not stand idly by."
Miao Miao nodded vigorously, and wanted to say something. Leshan was already urging: "I can't come anymore, but I can't get to the dock in time."
Cen Yun handed her the bag and pushed her back gently: "Go ahead."
Miaomiao took two steps forward and looked back at the other courtyard with nostalgia. Looking through the vermilion lacquer gate, she reached the Huxin Pavilion in the backyard, where she had lived for ten years, and the people she knew best. Now she is leaving, but Wei Ling can't come and see her.
After clearing up his mood, Miaomiao ran to the car wheel quickly, her small face was completely invisible before she was depressed, "Brother Leshan, let you wait a long time!"
Leshan nodded, "Get in the car."
She took her skirt and stepped on the footstool to get into the car, drew the curtain into the car, Yang Fu looked at her, "Reluctant?"
Miaomiao chose a corner to sit upright, and she smiled: "Yeah."
It was a bad mood after all, she didn't talk as much as usual. There was a rare silence in the carriage, and Miaomiao lowered her head, swaying along with the carriage.
Yang Fuqing couldn't help but look at it, but she didn't know that this little maid was sleeping in a daze.
Arrived at the wharf half an hour later, just in time for the lucky ship to dock on the shore. Leshan Leshui removed his luggage from the carriage and ordered the coachman to drive the carriage back to the courtyard.
As soon as she got out of the car, Miaomiao stared straight at the huge ship ahead, her mouth slightly opened, exclaimed. The Fu Chuan Tong has four floors and is as tall as a building. The hull is embossed with water patterns, and the sails are raised like eagles and falcons flapping their wings. She stood on the ground and looked up. She could barely see the bow, but its magnificence.
After Yang Fu climbed the cave ladder to enter the ship, the view on the ship was wider, looking around, the sky and the earth were connected, and the scenery was magnificent and magnificent. From the moment Miaomiao saw the lucky ship, her mood was excited, like a bird that finally escaped the cage, she couldn't rest for a moment.
She supported the shed with her hands and looked into the distance: "So the water outside is so beautiful!"
It's no wonder that Wei Ling always likes to come outside. Comparing the two, the small world of Huxin Pavilion is indeed too rigid. The canal is so wide that it can't be seen to the end, it stretches out in the distance. If it weren't for someone, Miaomiao might have been tempted to dive into the water and take a swim.
The four of them share three rooms, and Leshan and Leshui share one room, all of which are on the east side of the third floor.
The interior is neatly laid, but the place is slightly narrow. Miaomiao put the salute on the head of the bed, and walked out the door before she had time to tidy up. She hadn't watched enough. At this moment, she wanted to take a few more glances and show off to Wei Ling when she returned.
There were many people on the passenger ship, dressed in different clothes, mostly merchants, but also women, children, and elderly. Miaomiao avoided the crowd and tried to find a relatively remote place. She walked down the stairs and came into the cabin without being prepared.
Holding the jade in her hand, Miaomiao whispered: "Wei Ling..."
After waiting for a while, no one responded, and she called again: "Wei Ling, Wei Ling."
Behind him came the sound of clear footsteps, with some laziness: "What do you want me to do?"