Chapter 39:

It was just fine, and it became gloomy in an instant. In the distance, the dark clouds pressed the realm, and half of the sky was shrouded in gray, and the Rongguangyuan was so suppressed that it made people feel restless.
When Yang Fu woke up early this morning, something was wrong with Yang Fu, his forehead jumped abruptly, his headache was so painful, and it didn't work after being pinched. He was about to go to the study, walked down the corridor and suddenly stopped, and asked Leshan behind him: "Is there any news from the Prince's Mansion?"
Leshan nodded, "I heard that the prince took the Miaomiao girl out of the house today, and he is going to take a boat to Taiqing Lake. I must have arrived early now."
Yang Fu stagnated, "Boat?"
Leshan nodded: "Yes."
He clenched his brows and started to walk outside. He couldn't help but break up: "I order people to go to the Huxin Pavilion immediately, and Miaomiao is not allowed to board the boat."
Last time he was on a boat, the scene of Miaomiao falling into the water burned in his mind, and he would never forget it. He stood on the boat helpless, the feeling of powerlessness, one experience was enough.
However, when he finished speaking, he saw a person hurriedly running at the door, it was Yang Fuan's eyeliner inserted in the Prince's Mansion.
He thumped and knelt down in front of Yang Fu, and he couldn't say clearly: "Wang, prince... girl Miaomiao..."
This panicked look caused Yang Fu's heart to sink, and his voice became cold: "What's wrong with her?"
The servant finished with a trembling: "Miaomiao's misstep girl fell into the water. She was rescued just now, life or death is uncertain..."
That sentence of life or death shocked Yang Fu's figure severely.
He lifted the skirt of the servant with one hand, his eyes stern: "What did you say?"
The servant had never seen him like this, and he couldn't speak immediately, and he couldn't say clearly: "Prince, the prince has asked someone to check it... and he died after he was salvaged..."
Before the servant could finish speaking, Yang Fu threw him away and strode out the door, "Nonsense, if something happens to her, this king will kill you!"
The purpose of these people staying in the Prince's Mansion is to take care of Miaomiao's safety, and by the way, report the situation to him at any time. Now that Miaomiao had an accident, they naturally couldn't escape the responsibility. It's not to blame Yang Fu for speaking harshly, but they were dereliction of duty.
One of them was on the boat this time rafting. He saw Miaomiao being pushed into the water by Yang Chen. He wanted to go into the water to save people. However, the crown prince had been watching from the bow of the boat, so he had to watch the changes. Before long, the prince ordered someone to rescue the little maid. Unexpectedly, in a short time, she had lost her breath and her limbs were cold and stiff!
The prince was shocked, and when he ordered someone to call in the doctor, after the knowing doctor checked it, he shook his head and said regretfully: "I am helpless."
The prince was furious, kicked him into the lake and yelled "Quack Doctor".
Originally a good rafting, who ever wanted to make a living, the servant still knelt on the ground, in shock.
It takes half a quarter of an hour to prepare for the chariot. Yang Fu didn't have a hurry to bring someone from the stables to Qinghai Cong, turn over and jump up, tighten the reins and ride to Taiqing Lake.
The horse neighed and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Leshan Leshui was about to sit firmly, and he could no longer be seen. The two of them drove to keep up.
They have been with Yang Fu for more than ten years, and they have never seen him so gaffe, as if everything around him doesn't matter, he is satisfied with only pretending to be the maid named Miaomiao. The impression of the Four Kings has always been calm and peaceful, and elegant, but now, he has become another person.
With the sound of the wind whistling in the ears and the street scenery retreating rapidly, there are not many people on the street at this time, so that it will not hurt others.
With Taiqing Lake right in front of him, Yang Fu speeded up again, wishing to come to Miaomiao immediately. My head is full of four words spoken by the servants, life and death uncertain, life and death uncertain...
His life and death are uncertain now.
Yang Fu finally came to the shore of Taiqing Lake, got off his horse, and walked forward for a while. There is a boat docked by the lake, and there are servants guarding it on the shore, so no one can approach it. There was silence in the cabin, and Yang Chen's irritable humming sounded vaguely. He looked cold and stern, and stepped forward.
The servant raised his sword and was about to drink the retreat. After seeing the appearance, he quickly knelt: "I have seen the four kings."
Yang Fu ignored it, stepped onto the bow, bent over and entered the cabin. After seeing the situation clearly inside, his pupils shrank and his expression was terrifying.
The wet little maid was lying flat in the empty space of the cabin, her eyes closed tightly, her face was so pale that she didn't have the slightest blood. In addition to the lifeless, there is no shadow of the past alive, like a person who has been dead for a long time.
Thinking of this, Yang Fu palpitated and slowly came to Miaomiao.
Yang Chen only realized his arrival, he turned his head and looked at him, inexplicably guilty, "Fourth brother..."
Without a word, Yang Fu reached out and touched the hand of the little maid. It was cold and stiff. He seemed to have been greatly irritated, his face was almost a gloomy bird, and his fingers were trembling to test her snort.
No breathing, no anger, and no pulse.
Yang Fu closed his eyes tightly, his body trembled uncontrollably, his lower teeth almost bite and bleed. He took a deep breath, his throat was dry and painful, and a smell came up.
In just two days, she became like this. Before leaving, she was still lively and healthy. She was so tired of acting like a baby in his arms and calling him softly. Yang Fu bent over and hugged her in his arms, and walked out of the cabin without saying a word. He was so gloomy and deterred.
Yang Chen stopped him: "Fourth brother, this king..."
Yang Fu glanced at him and interrupted him: "Go away."
That look, like the icy edges of the twelfth lunar month, pierced into Yang Chen's heart, making him shiver uncontrollably because of the cold.
He was stunned, and stood there in a daze, until he was far away, he didn't return to his senses. He had never thought that Yang Fuhui would turn his head against him for a maid, remembering the look in Yang Fu's eyes just now, cold and gloomy, for some reason, he was a little afraid.
After a while, Yang Chen lowered his face, he told him to go?
Yang Chen couldn't swallow this breath, and shook his robe and walked out of the cabin. Yang Fu hugged Miaomiao before he went far, he shouted and ordered the attendant to take him down!
The attendant was a prince's person, so naturally he obeyed his orders and immediately surrounded Yang Futuan.
Yang Fu held Miaomiao in his arms and looked forward blankly. He didn't mean to let go. Instead, he held the person in his arms tighter.
Yang Chen approached him, "Yang Fu, how dare you be rude to this king?"
Yang Fu suddenly flashed in his eyes, and asked instead: "Second brother, can you remember what I said that day?"
Yang Chen was taken aback, obviously forgot to clean up, "Which sentence?"
He did not answer, ignored the swords of his attendants, and walked out of the encirclement step by step.
That day Yang Chen forcibly took away Miaomiao. He once said that if she had any difference, they would not die well. Now in response to that sentence, Yang Fu Surong, he is like an unsheathed sword, with a sharp blade and cutting iron like mud. The usual gentle and delicate aura disappeared without a trace, replaced by a gloomy and cold aura, which contained monstrous anger and tumbling.
Leshan Leshui finally came, got off his horse and walked to the front. Seeing the pale-faced maid in his arms, he paused: "This..."
Yang Fu coldly said: "The people on the ship just now will be killed without pardon and executed on the spot."
The two were stunned, and they should be right away.
Yang Chen was so angry that his nose was crooked: "You dare to move the king's people!"
Yang Fu didn't stop, "Do it."
Leshan Leshui obeyed his orders, drew his swords, moved left and right, and resolved the two in the blink of an eye. They are Yang Fu's close guards, and they can learn from each other all the year round. How can they be compared to ordinary guards. In a short while, the prince's people were beaten up and down, and they fell on the shore of the lake, groaning. The blood flowed down into the lake, staining a piece of water scarlet, which looked rather strange.
The killing behind him gradually faded away. Yang Fu sat on horseback with Miaomiao in his arms and took her to the hospital for treatment.
He held the reins in one hand and held Miaomiao tremblingly with the other, his eyes were red, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line. When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, he hugged her off the horse, walked quickly into the hall, and put her on a couch.
The apprentice in the medical hall stepped forward and asked. Before he could speak, he grabbed the collar by his collar, but listened to him: "Help her, save her for me!"
The apprentice was frightened by him, and he said tremblingly, "You, wait a moment... I'll invite someone to come and see..."
Speaking of breaking free from Yang Fu's shackles, he crawled into the ground and called Master. Not long after the old man came out, a gray beard trembled, he came up without a word, and raised to signal the patient's pulse.
After a while, he had a weird expression and shook his head with his beard. "This person has been dead for a long time. Forgive the old man's powerlessness. Let's go back and prepare the coffin."
Yang Fu flicked and looked at the bed in disbelief, dead? His Miaomiao... is dead?
That smiley, cute and soft Miaomiao never ceased.
He didn't believe it, he grabbed the doctor's neck with one hand, and he was distraught: "A bullshit, if she can't be cured, this king will take your life!"
Only then did the two of them know the identity of the person in front of them, and the little student was anxious, "Let go of my master..."
The old man was too old and couldn't stand the toss. He insisted on being mentioned in midair: "Even if you killed me, I can't come back to life..."
A "resurrection from the dead" caused Yang Fu's heart to tremble suddenly, and his sorrow was beyond renewed, as if he was alive in his heart, and the pain was bloody.
He let go of his palm sullenly, feeling a lot of haggard for a moment, squatting in front of Miaomiao, whirling her outline a little bit.
I'm not deceiving myself, but I just don't want to believe it. From the moment he saw her, he should have known that her breath had died prematurely, and her body had begun to harden and become cold. He came too late. If he could get half an hour earlier, he might be able to save her...
After all, why did he give him to the prince? Knowing that the other party had a bad heart, he still failed to keep her.
Yang Fu picked her up and walked out of the hospital. He didn't ride a horse, so he walked back to the palace, ignoring the surprised eyes of passers-by. With her in his arms, with a light weight, it seems that she will laugh and move, and will wake up to call him the next moment.
On this day, the four kings of the gods of abundance in the people's mouth walked down the street without abandoning their souls, looking like withered.
The scene of Miaomiao falling into the water on the large boat is vivid. He said he would never let her experience such things again. Unexpectedly, she had another accident within a few days. Yang Fu stopped and looked at the silent person in his arms. He was stunned and he didn't move a bit for a long time.
The dark clouds forced the sky and obscured the sun. The torrential rain came quickly and urgently, pouring down, and the big raindrops drenched people in the blink of an eye. Thunder and lightning resounded through the sky.
His eyes were hazy by the rain, and his eyes were moist and warm. Yang Fu lowered his head, lovingly covering Miaomiao's lips.