Chapter 52:

Sitting on two sides of the main hall with rosewood seats, the Seventh King Yang Ting had passed by accidentally and chanced upon Jiang Alan. She was coming out of the yard next door, holding a small jar of fermented fermented rice in her hand, and smilingly asked him if he was walking together. Yang Ting could not think of a reason to refuse, so she came forward with her.
The maid brought tea, and the fragrance of Pu'er was overflowing in early spring. Yang Ting took a sip, his eyes fell on the wine jar brought by Jiang Alan, "This is?"
Jiang Alan smiled lightly and pursed his lips with Jinpa. "This is the peach blossom stuffed by Alan last year. Now there is only a small altar left. It happened to be near the Four Princes' Mansion, so I thought about sending it along. I didn't expect to meet it. After the Seven Kings, why don’t you have Alan as the master and divide the jar of wine in a while?"
Yang Ting took a sip of tea noncommittal and looked at the door: "This king has no opinion, but the four brothers don't seem to like this sweet wine."
Jiang Alan flashed disappointment, and immediately smiled: "It's Alan's negligence. This wine has a sweet taste and is more suitable for her daughter's home."
Today, she was picking flowers in the peach garden next door, and she was busy all afternoon, preparing to use these petals to brew this year's peach blossom stuffing. Thinking that Yang Fu's palace was nearby, she couldn't help but feel fascinated. She did not leave after the picking was completed, and ordered the maid to get the peach blossom stuffed stuffing, which she would bring it personally.
Jiang Alan suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of her daughter's house, it was the Flower Festival not long ago. I wonder if the prince can go out?"
Yang Ting is lonely and widowed. How can he care about this kind of life, he shook his head, "No."
"Alan went to the Soochow Temple..." She was still trying to say something, her body trembling trembling tightly with the peony rich silk kerchief.
"What's the matter?" Yang Ting asked with his head tilted.
She thought of the situation that day, and she couldn't help but fear, "Does the Seven Kings know a maid named Huan Miao Miao in the Four Kings Mansion?"
Yang Ting stagnated and nodded, "I know."
Not only that, but he also knew that the fourth brother had been unsettled since the incident with that maid, and almost turned against the prince for the maid. From the time of Chang Yuan, I knew that the relationship between the two of them was not simple. I never thought that the four brothers had already used their affection so deeply that even the saint was alarmed.
Jiang Alan was trembling, with a complex expression whispering: "She is not dead... She is alive. Alan saw her at Soochow Temple..."
Yang Ting had a meal with his hand holding the cup and spilled a lot of tea. not dead? Then why are even the imperial physician helpless?
Taifu Jiang once said that her body was taken away by someone, and she didn't know where to go. Could it be possible for someone to save her? Yang Ting asked her solemnly: "Are you right?"
Jiang Alan nodded and was very sure, "That's right, Alan heard the prince call her Miaomiao personally."
That's rare. Could there be medicinal materials that can bring back the dead? The saint thought she was dead, so he didn't pursue it any more. After all, the same dead man was bothering about what. If you knew that Miaomiao was not dead, would you easily let her go?
Yang Ting glanced at Jiang Alan without a trace. She was the person in the Queen Wei's face. Although she did not marry the royal family, the Queen already regarded her as a daughter-in-law. So, is she also positioned like this? Think of Miao Miao as a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh?
Jiang Alan looked back at Yang Ting calmly without a slight wave on her face, "Seven Kings?"
Yang Ting calmly said: "There are many strange people and strangers in the world. It's not surprising that she can heal her. Maybe she didn't stop breathing at that time, just fainted."
Jiang Alan wanted to say more, but seeing that he didn't have the interest to speak, she endured it and swallowed it.
Not long after, two figures walked down the corridor. She stood up to greet her, lowered her eyebrows and bowed her eyes and said respectfully: "I have seen the four kings, Alan came uninvited, please do not blame the four kings."
Yang Fu walked past her, sitting in the official hat chair in front, straight to the point: "I don't know what the girl is doing?"
The maid took the peach blossom wine and presented it to him. Jiang Alan raised her eyes and said: "This is Alan's own peach blossom wine..." She was silent, her eyes fixed on the girl next to Yang Fu.
Miaomiao didn't pay attention to her eyes. Instead, she was attracted by the peach blossom brew. The fragrant and mellow scent came in bursts, as if she was in a peach blossom forest. Want to drink... Seeing that Yang Fu hadn't moved, Miao Miao almost took it for him. But since it was given by Jiang Alan, she could only force herself to hold it back, without reaching out.
Yang Fu took a look, and the maid underneath took it and put it on the table of the Eight Immortals. He held on to the moire handrail, "Thank you girl for your kindness."
Jiang Alan was speechless for a while, raised her head and looked behind him, with fear and fear in her eyes: "This, this... isn't it..."
Miaomiao met her gaze, "My name is Miaomiao." After thinking about it, I added, "I'm not a ghost, try it if you don't believe me, I have body temperature." She reached out and took her hand to let her feel it.
The sudden touch made Jiang Alan pale in shock and let out a cry of exclamation. He staggered back half a step, accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, and knocked off the small ink-colored cover clock on the edge. The porcelain shattered all over the place, and she stood in a mess, looking particularly embarrassed: "You...you..."
Miaomiao blinked innocently, her hand still in the air, "What are you afraid of?"
Yang Ting laughed and hurriedly made rounds, "Miss Jiang, don't panic, why not let the four brothers explain to us?"
The question was thrown to Yang Fu. His cold eyes swept across Jiang Alan and fell on Yang Ting, "As the seventh brother saw, Miaomiao is not dead. She found a good medicine a few days ago, so she was able to recover."
He avoided the weight and explained it lightly, Jiang Alan gently pressed her lower lip, revealing an annoyed look. The maid stepped forward to clean up the broken porcelain, and the hem of her skirt was splashed with tea. The Jiang girl has always been gentle and demure in front of others, and she has never been so embarrassed.
Yang Ting suggested, "Since the clothes are wet, it is better to take the girl down and change one."
The maid said: "The Seven Kings don't know anything about it. The clothes for girls of the right age in the mansion are only those of the maid. It is not suitable for the identity of the Jiang girl..."
When the sound fell, Yang Fu got up, "Girl, please come with me."
Jiang Alan was holding the pomegranate skirt, staring at him blankly, as if he had misheard. Not just her, but the Thai half of the people in the house were shocked. The four kings would bring Lady Jiang to change clothes himself? Miaomiao pursed her lower lip, and looked at Yang Fu's expression. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she suddenly felt bored.
Jiang Alan was flattered and went out of the house behind Yang Fu: "Lord..."
Yang Fu went ahead without saying a word.
Passing through the end of the corridor, stopping in front of a moon cave gate, the corner of the wall is planted with verdant green bamboo, which stands proudly. Next to the bamboo forest is a square pond, where fish swim flexibly and colorfully.
Yang Fu stood with his hand in his hand and had no plans to move forward.
Jiang Alan was puzzled, "The prince didn't want to bring Alan..."
"Miss Jiang." Yang Fu interrupted her, "Who have you ever told about Miaomiao?"
Jiang Alan's expression changed. It turned out that this was his purpose. It was just a gimmick to change her clothes. It was the maid named Miaomiao that he was thinking of. She lowered her eyebrows, "Except for the Seven Kings, I haven't mentioned it to anyone."
After a while, Yang Fu stood up and said, "That's the best."
Jiang Alan suppressed his feelings, "Master, why are you..."
"You should know what this king said." Yang Fu said quietly, and Wu Tong looked at her quietly, "There are things that have nothing to do with you, so you don't care about them."
After saying that he walked away, how could Jiang Alan willingly step forward and stop him from going, "How come it has nothing to do with me? Does the prince know... Doesn't he know..."
The three words Queen Wei choked in her throat, and when she met his cold eyes, she lost the courage to speak.
Yang Fu smiled slightly, not very warm, a little more arrogant than the green bamboo in the garden: "What does the girl want to say?"
Without waiting for Jiang Alan to speak, he has already left, leaving only one sentence--
"No matter what Queen Wei's plan is, it is just her thoughts and has nothing to do with this king. The person this king wants to marry is never you."
After Yang Fu returned from Zhuyuan, he saw two people sitting in the hall, chatting very harmoniously.
Miaomiao sat in his seat, fidgeting, unable to resist Yang Ting's problems. He asked her what medicine she took and where she went after being taken away... How did she answer?
"I..." Miaomiao couldn't hold it anymore, but Yang Fu came back in time to rescue her from the fire.
Yang Ting saw that there was no one behind him. "Four brothers, why are you alone? What about the Jiang girl?"
Yang Fu said, "It should be time to go back."
Most ordinary girls couldn't bear what he said. It was the evening, when Yang Fu was about to order people to have a meal, he saw a person coming in outside the house, it was Jiang Alan in a plain skirt. This dress is undoubtedly the maidservant of the house. When everyone was shocked, she walked up to salute, "Alan is late, let the two Wang wait for a long time."
Yang Fu's eyes darkened, and he was about to speak, Yang Ting thought for a while, "It's okay, since you're here, let's have a meal, and let the people from the four brothers' mansion send you back later."
Yang Ting is thoughtful, and she specially sent the peach blossom stuffed by herself. If she went back like this, the Four Princes' Mansion would have been poorly treated. Anyway, it's still early, so it's a good idea to leave her for dinner.
Yang Fu remained silent, turning his head to look at Miaomiao.
The little girl was about to breathe with him, she refused to look at him stubbornly, staring stubbornly at the table of Eight Immortals in front, her lips pressed into a line.
She was obviously upset, her mind was so good to guess, Yang Fu couldn't help but bend her lips. He faintly retracted his gaze and turned to Jiang Alan in the middle of the hall, "What do you think of the girl?"
Jiang Alan bowed her head, "But at the order of the prince."
So the four of them were at the same table for dinner. Although Miaomiao's identity was unfair, no one said anything. The peach blossom stuffed stuffed by Jiang Alan was on the table. Everyone poured a small bowl in front of them. Miao Miao lowered his head and took a sip, as if the peach petals between his lips and teeth had melted, sweet and mellow.
The first time she drank, she only felt that it tasted good, and she was so depressed, she drank it without two mouthfuls.
A table of dishes can not evoke her interest, she is only interested in that jar of peach blossom stuffed. Miao Miao drank three small bowls in a row, and was about to pour it again. Yang Fu held the back of his hand and said, "Don't drink it."
She shook her head, already a little confused, "No, I want to drink..."
Yang Fu said in a deep voice: "Don't drink."
His expression was too serious, and Miao Miao squashed his mouth aggrievedly, and started to cry when he looked at him, "What are you fierce?"
Yang Ting couldn't see it, "This wine is not intoxicating, four brothers don't have to worry about it." Then, he signaled the maid to pour another bowl for her.
Miaomiao immediately bowed his eyebrows: "The Seven Kings are the best."
Yang Fu's face became increasingly ugly.
Facts have proved that for Miaomiao, a little girl who has never touched wine, Taohuanian can also be intoxicating. After a meal, she was already drunk and crouched on the round table, talking nonsense in a daze.