Chapter 61:

Several ministers did not believe him even more. What an honorable status is the prince, how could he take his things? If he said that he coveted the things of the Four Kings, it was even more reasonable.
Yang Fu looked calm, "As long as it is in the king's room, it is the property of this king."
Wei Ling ridiculed, "Everything in the world has a definite number. Why should the four kings go against the sky?"
These words were terrible and caused a panic among the ministers. Taifu Jiang couldn't sit still, his old bones trembled, "Presumptuous, this person is full of nonsense! Come here, don't take him down!"
The guard outside the door was about to act, but Yang Fu stopped it with a cry, "Hold on."
Taifu Jiang was taken aback, intending to persuade: "The prince, in the opinion of the old minister, it is better to him back to Beijing..."
Yang Fu interrupted him, "He was locked in the Tongyuan and ordered to be guarded strictly. No one can enter without the permission of the king."
Upon hearing the sound, the guards stepped forward, framed Wei Ling's arms on the left and right, and dragged him out. At this time he stood up and saw a pool of blood on the ground. He was wearing a black robe, even if he was soaked in blood. Winding down his arm, drops fell on the floor tiles.
The guard suddenly couldn't move. Looking back, he stopped and stretched out his palm to the four kings, "Bloodstone."
Hey, there is such a desperate person, dare to reach out and ask for something from the four kings?
Yang Fu said coldly, "Take it down."
The guard didn't say anything, and pulled him out hard. Wei Ling staggered for a while, able to stabilize her body, still keeping that posture, "Do the four kings even grab this with me?"
His face was pale, but he was full of sarcasm, and he was even more aggressive at this point.
Yang Fu walked away and stopped when he walked to the door, "What are you still waiting for? Do you want this king to do it himself?"
After hearing the sound, the guards worked together with the other two, and it took a lot of effort to take Wei Ling to the courtyard of the villa.
It was midnight after returning from the main hall, the bright moon was hanging high, Wan Lai was silent, and only insects were humming in the villa. Four-cornered lanterns hung under the gallery of Yuyuxuan, illuminating the entrance of the main room. Two maids squatted at the door to guard, one was so sleepy that he yawned, and the other was very tired, but they didn't dare to leave without waiting for the four kings to return.
Yang Fu stepped forward, ignoring a response to the two, and went straight into the room.
The room was quiet and tight, and he saw Miaomiao lying soft on the couch at a glance. Her pink lips opened slightly, leaning on the big welcoming pillow and panting for a short while, her eyes half-opened, and her consciousness had fallen into chaos. Looking down, the scales derived from the crotch have lost their luster, and the silver-white fish tail hangs droopingly along the collapsed edge. It looks like it has lost water for a long time.
Yang Fu Yisu stepped forward to support her in his arms, "Miaomiao?"
Miaomiao tilted her head back, and her long hair with splash ink spread on the couch, making her complexion white. She curled her lips, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, "Water..."
She cannot leave the water. Once she leaves for a long time, she will die of lack of water. Yang Fu didn't come back, she didn't dare to say anything, even if she knew there were maids waiting outside, she didn't dare to call them out. In case they entered the room and saw her look... She curled her eyebrows and it became more difficult to breathe.
Yang Fu hugged her tightly and ordered outside: "Come on, get a bucket of water! Hurry!"
It is rare for the Four Kings to be so anxious when the maid outside takes orders. Without a moment's delay, she pulls out her legs and prepares a wooden bucket and water. The two of them lacked manpower, and in order to save time, they even called Leshan and Leshui.
Yang Fu put Miaomiao on the bed and covered it with a curtain. Several maidservants carried water into the inner room, and after filling up half a bucket of water, did they listen to the four kings: "All retreat, and you cannot enter without instructions."
Leshan Leshui knows the inside story, there is no second word at the moment, and he quit after saying a word. The two maids were not without curiosity. Through the layers of curtains, they could vaguely see a person in the arms of the four kings. The person was slim, weak and boneless, but could not see the outline of the lower body.
"Don't go down yet?" The Four Kings said coldly.
The two were horrified and retired repeatedly.
It wasn't until the rest of the people were all out that Yang Fu hugged Miaomiao into the tub. The water temperature was moderate, just enough to hold her current body.
As soon as Miao Miao touched the water, he shrank into the water. Because the tub is not big enough, she can't swim back and forth freely, so she retreats first. After swimming around the tub, she curled up and stayed in the corner obediently. She feels comfortable all over, as if she's alive again.
It took about half an hour before she emerged her head from the water, with strands of black hair pressed against the tender cheeks, and her slick eyes were reflected in the water. Unexpectedly, Yang Fu was standing by and watching. She met his gaze and thanked him, "Thank you, Lord."
The splash of water from the bathtub wetted his robe. He held the edge of the bucket with one hand and backed his back with the other. "You can't get out of the water?"
Miaomiao nodded, "Which fish the prince has seen that can live out of water? I used to do it because I borrowed someone else's body."
He lowered his eyes and pondered, and asked slowly: "Wei Ling...is also a borrowed body?"
Miaomiao moved her tail, "No, Wei Ling can become a human being. He is different from me, he is much better."
Yang Fu asked again: "If he becomes a human, does he need to live in the water?"
"Not all." Miaomiao remembered that last time on the Lantern Festival, she saw Wei Ling weakly hiding in the alley on the bustling street. That scene will probably never be forgotten. "He can spend most of his time on the shore, occasionally returning to the water, it's fine."
Yang Fusui asked her, "Why can't you become a human being?"
Miaomiao blinked and smiled suddenly, "Because I don't do enough, Wei Ling always said that I am stupid and lazy. In fact, thinking about it...it seems like that."
The delicate and flawless face of jade porcelain was stained with thin flush from shame, long eyelashes quivered, and water drops along the cheeks, like crystal tears. Yang Fu was stunned for a moment. This appearance was so different from that of the maid. His beauty was so beautiful that he couldn't pick out a flaw.
If you can really become human, you don't know how to harm the country and the people.
He squinted. "He was right."
He was really stupid, and because of this, he was caught.
The wet clothes hung uncomfortably, Miaomiao wanted to take off, but because of Yang Fu's presence, he was too embarrassed to do it. "Isn't the prince afraid? Would you hand me over to others and burn me as a monster?"
Yang Fu said: "No."
She turned her head and asked: "Then what do you do with me?"
Yang Fu saw through her movements and asked instead, "Is there enough water?"
Miaomiao was divorced by him, and looked down at only half of the water in the bucket. "It doesn't seem to be enough..."
There is no bath in the villa, only a stream at the back door. Naturally, it is impossible for Yang Fu to take her there. If she does get there, she will be like a fish in water and will never be caught again.
So he ordered someone to prepare a few more buckets of water and put them behind the screen. The two maids stayed up all night, and they were already tired and working with their eyelids. Upon seeing this, Yang Fu ordered the two of her to retreat, personally lifted the wooden barrel to the inner room, and filled the tub with water.
Miaomiao stepped back to the barrel and saw that his rolled up sleeves were mostly wet. He couldn't help but dissuade him: "You don't need to do this for me..."
Yang Fu raised his eyes, and asked disapprovingly: "Who do you want to do, and how many ministers outside?"
Miaomiao pondered for a while before he understood the threat in his words. He fell silent for a while, watching him add water to himself in silence, and finally asked in a low voice: "You just went out...have you seen Wei Ling?"
Yang Fu put down the barrel, "What do you think?"
Miaomiao is not sure, "What did the prince do with him, how is he?"
Yang Fu supported the edge of the barrel with both hands, leaning over and staring, "What do you want this king to do with him?"
"..." She hesitated to speak and stopped, what she could think, naturally she hoped he let Wei Ling go. But depending on his attitude, if she said it, it seemed that it would only add fuel to the fire.
Miaomiao looked down, "After dawn, can I go and see him?"
Yang Fu raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.
She explained to him: "If I touch the water, it will only be like this at night, and I will change back to the appearance of that maid the next morning." She asked, slender and white, hooking his sleeve uneasily. Again, "Can you?"
Yang Fu pulled back his sleeves and patted the top of her head, "Tomorrow we will return to Beijing."
Miaomiao was surprised, "That..."
Without waiting for her to finish, Yang Fu asked, "How is the water temperature?"
He repeatedly ignored her words, Miaomiao angered and refused to answer. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly removed his belt, "The king had to try it himself."
Yang Fu lowered his head, not only was not afraid, he even touched her tail with his palm, "It happens to be one hour before dawn, but this king wants to see how you can make two legs."
Miaomiao was itchy when he touched him, and couldn't help but wince, "Don't...Won't the prince sleep?"
Yang Fu curled up his left leg and propped his chin, "It's a rare opportunity. Naturally, I have to see what the king's Miaomiao looks like."
Stared at by a pair of dark eyes, Miaomiao pursed her lips uncomfortably. The tubs were all such a big place. After he came in, she was forced to squeeze on the other side, and she had to bear his scorching gaze, "You...you let go of my tail..."
Yang Fuyi let go, and before Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his arms and fished her into his arms, pinching her under the jaw and looking carefully, "What did Yang Chen do to you after seeing you?"
Miao Miao whimpered, his chin pinched, "I didn't do anything, I ran away. He didn't find me."
Yan Fu hummed, "It hurts..."
Yang Fu let go of her, and saw a red mark appearing there. The girl's skin was too delicate, leaving a trace on a touch. He showed regret and whimpered softly with his thumb, "Does it still hurt? This king is not good."
Miaomiao ignored him, and his dissatisfaction with him accumulated to the extreme that night, turning into an angry grievance, "I don't like you at all... I hate you the most..."
The mist in the water eyes was hazy, and there was a layer of drenched water, which condensed into beads, which rolled down from her eyes.
"Hate you……"
She pushed him away, crying and fleeing, but she was copied by Yang's waist, and there was no way to leave.
Yang Fu stared blankly at the beads rolling down her cheeks, falling into the water one after another, making a dull "plop" sound. Although he had seen it once last time, this time he saw her tears overflowing from his eyes and turning into round pearls. It was a wonder in the world.
The little girl cried with pear blossoms and rain, not to mention how pitiful, Yang Fu raised his hand to cover her eyes, attached to the neck of the neck and muttered: "Miaomiao, don't cry."
Miaomiao was not convinced, "Why?"
She can't even cry?
In the early morning, there was an indigo color outside the window, the morning sun was slightly dew, and the cool breeze hit.
Miaomiao shrank into Yang Fu's arms, and raised her eyebrows uncomfortably. Last night she cried so sad that she didn't know when she fell asleep, and she woke up still in the tub. This posture was very uncomfortable, and she looked down vaguely, and after making sure that the fish tail was gone, she sighed in relief.
If she keeps her original body, she really doesn't know what to do.
Yang Fu still closed his eyes, Miaomiao moved out of the tub lightly, and quickly slipped aside to put on clothes.
The prince said that she was leaving today, and she had to rescue Wei Ling before they left.