Chapter 3:

The four kings Junya are gentle and compassionate towards his servants and never punish him easily. Despite this, the maidservant in the hospital was still wary of him, working diligently, no one was lazy, and no one dared to be disrespectful to him. It's just because he was full of a breath of absolute dust and vulgarity from all over his body, the wind is sparse, elegant and deep, like an iceberg snow lotus, he can only wait and see from a distance, and one more look is a blasphemy against him.
Even when Miaomiao stared at him nakedly, he was still calm, his eyes were like a bright star, his thin lips were slightly open, "Why have I never seen you?"
His voice was clear and clear, and Miao Miao was fascinated by the wind. He has a cold tone, although soft, but always alienated. The sparse and ordinary words uttered from his mouth are beautiful sounds that no musical instrument in the world can play.
Cen Yun explained for her: "Back to the prince, she was sent by Guanshi Yuan from the backyard. She will be responsible for the prince's living in the future."
Hearing that, Yang Fu had to look at her more. Xu Shimiaomiao's eyes were too bright, and he couldn't help being funny, "What's your name?"
I watched him silently for more than ten years. This is the first time I have had the opportunity to talk to him. Miaomiao's heartbeat suddenly speeds up so that he can't speak clearly: "Miao, Miaomiao."
The first time the two were so close, he was right in front of her, without a layer of water isolation, she didn't have to look up at his figure. It turned out that there was a smell of orchids and cinnamon on his body. It turned out that he was tall and straight, and his head was more than hers... To be precise, this was not the first time they had come into contact.
When Miaomiao was young, she was swept into a puddle on the shore by the current. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get out of the predicament. Finally, she was held up by a pair of white and warm hands and returned to the lake again. The owner of those hands was Yang Fu. He was only a decade old at the time, and he was a taciturn boy.
Since then, Miao Miao has been paying attention to him in the water, hiding in the crevices of the Taihu Lake and peeping at him, for fifteen years.
He can't sleep at night and always likes to come to the lakeside pavilion to see the scenery. There is nothing in the darkness, but he can stop in the middle of the night. There were many complexities and profound things in his eyes, and sometimes he was upset and irritable. Although he never showed it on his face, Miaomiao could easily detect it. After all, the careful observation of the past ten years... is not in vain.
In the blink of an eye for many years, the sensitive and fragile teenager faded from his childishness and turned into a graceful gentleman, with considerable tolerance and ease of advance and retreat.
When the little maid uttered her name, her cheeks were flushed, and a thin layer of crimson appeared on her delicate face. She was small, with a baby face and looked like a twelve or three-year-old girl. In fact, this body is already in good shape. It has not been able to grow taller only because of suffering all the year round.
Yang Fu's lips curled up, and he took his gaze away from her face, "Since I'm taking care of me, let me do it."
After he walked forward, he was tall and long, and he walked far away in a few steps. An Xiang swayed, Miaomiao stared at his back in a daze, until she was pushed by Cen Yun, she panicked and hurriedly raised her foot to catch up.
There were two other people behind the Four Kings, who had the impression of Miaomiao, who had been accompanying Yang Fu to protect his safety. Yang Fu once called them Leshan Le Shui, they were about two brothers.
The corridors of the other courtyard are zigzags, Qionglou Yuyu, surrounded by pavilions, covered by snow everywhere. There are snow-sweeping people in the courtyard who are busy. Tai is quiet and peaceful for half of the time, only the sound of their footsteps circling around. Miao Miao has short legs and needs a trot to keep up with Yang Fu. However, she is not used to walking and staggered several times and almost fell.
Leshan looked down at her, and when Miaomiao tripped again, he stretched out his arm to let her take advantage of it.
Miao Miao was able to stabilize her body, raised her head and smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you, Brother Leshan."
Leshan had a meal, "How do you know my name?"
Of course, she had overheard... Miao Miao was silent, thinking about how to explain to him, but Yang Fu had stopped walking.
The attic is exquisite, with curtains and houses, painted beams and carved buildings. There is a pond in the pavilion, the water surface is frozen, the shore is rugged, and the ancient trees are vigorous. This is not the place where the Four Kings live, but the place where he reads his daily office, called Yunjinzhai.
Yang Fu pushed the door and entered, and the book fragrance and ink charm greeted his face. There are many ancient frames in the pavilion, and treasures, antiques and jade gems are displayed on the shelves. He walked upstairs slowly and stood in front of several rows of rosewood bookshelves, "After a long absence, most of the books are soaked in moisture and can no longer be read. You can help me move the books downstairs, and take them out the next day when the weather is clear. Let it dry and place them neatly one by one."
The attic was damp and cold, and it was placed against the wall. A layer of mold had grown on the back of the bookshelf, and even the cover of the book could not be avoided. This book is half of the legacy of the previous dynasty. It is a collection of the hard work of many capable and wise people. The servant who was in charge of the attic was lazy and didn't take care of this place. Afterwards, the four kings learned that although he was not angry, he had expelled the other party from the other yard. There is currently a lack of someone to manage books.
Miaomiao obeyed his words, blinking big eyes obediently, "Four kings don't worry, I..."
Suddenly she thought of Guan Shi's instructions, and quickly changed her words, her clear eyes were full of earnestness, "The maidservant will definitely do well."
The small face with big palms, the eyes are bigger because of thinness, but it doesn't feel abrupt. It is precisely because of these twinkling eyes that makes his plain little face radiant. It is clear that his small body is only as large as his chest, but he can speak his words with great pride. Yang Fu smiled, and felt good about her, "If you do a good job, you will be responsible for it in the future."
Miaomiao nodded like a chicken, as long as she could be with him, she would stay wherever she wanted.
After explaining the matter, Yang Fu walked back downstairs and read the scroll after sitting on the desk in front of the room. Until he couldn't see him, Miaomiao looked back and began to straighten out the rows of scrolls. Some books were very moldy, so Miaomiao wiped the surface mold clean with her sleeves, picked up a pile of them and walked downstairs, and put the books in a corner of the inner room.
The lower floors are convenient for tidying up, and Miaomiao will carry them clean in a while. She looked up and watched. She had to stand on tiptoe to barely reach the upper floors. Her small body stretched as close as she could, and finally pulled down a book. He couldn't hold his hand firmly, he was hit in the head by a book, and he stepped on the ground under his feet and fell firmly to the ground.
The sound of the landing was not soft and disturbed the people downstairs. Yang Fu put down the scroll and motioned to Leshan to look up. After thinking about it, he got up and followed him.
Footsteps sounded from the stairwell, and Miaomiao thought it was Yang Fu who came up, forgetting the pain, and looked at the stairs in surprise. A pair of Shang Leshan's calm and calm face, the brilliance in her eyes suddenly dimmed, her mouth slumped in disappointment, and she stared at the visitor aggrievedly, her eyes seeming to accuse.
Leshan was shocked, he didn't seem to have done anything too much, why did she seem to be looking forward to seeing him?
It wasn't until the Four Kings walked out from behind Leshan that Miaomiao's eyes regained her lustre, her long eyelashes flickered, and she stared at him intently.
Only one dim candlelight was lit in the attic on the second floor, and Miaomiao happened to be carrying the light, only a pair of bright eyes could be seen. When she got closer, even the dust and mold on her face could be clearly seen, and it was messy and messed up on a small face, really embarrassing and embarrassed.
Leshan was ordered to squat in front of her and checked with his eyes, "Where did the fall hurt?"
Miaomiao shook his head, then nodded again, "Tail... feet hurt."
She almost blurted out, fortunately Leshan didn't care, but carefully checked her ankles. He who has been practicing martial arts for many years knows no more about traumatic injuries. He squeezed his bones through the white stockings and faintly retracted his hands: "It's not a serious problem, just a slight sprain. Go back and apply cold water to your feet, and then apply heat the next day. , It will be better in a few days."
Miao Miao said thoughtfully, and looked up at Yang Fu eagerly, as if waiting for him to speak.
The undisguised trust in his eyes made Yang Fu startled, "That's it for today, you should go back and rest first, and come back when you get better."
The chance to get along was finally because of her clumsy hands and feet... Miaomiao dropped her small head and sullenly responded, "Actually, I can stand up..." To prove her words, Miaomiao tried to get up with her bookshelf. However, her feet touched the ground, and the pain made her feel excited.
Seeing through her bravery, Yang Fu smiled and said, "Go back and rest."
Human legs are so fragile that they can be injured so easily. Miaomiao pouted unhappily. Although she didn't want to, she couldn't help it.
The Four Kings asked Leshan to send her back, because she could not touch the ground with her left foot, so she almost jumped and walked. Yang Fu retracted his gaze and landed on the neatly stacked books in the corner, thinking of the diligent and silly appearance of the little maid, smiling and holding up the book again.
At dawn the next day, the Four Kings finished their dressing and came to Yunjinzhai. They were taken aback when they saw the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf in the inner room. Just as they were about to ask questions, they saw a little man slowly moved down the stairwell. The stack of books in her arms concealed half of her face, with only a pair of clear and big eyes exposed. Seeing him call out in clear joy: "Four Kings!"
It stands to reason that she said these words very tightly. There is no such a maid who is so close to the prince, but Yang Fu did not feel angry and responded to her in an unprecedented way, "Well." Seeing her walking lightly and heavy, frowned and asked: " I didn't let you rest today, why did you come again?"
Miaomiao placed the last few books neatly on the shelf, with her head bent and her eyebrows curled, "Wei Ling taught me that today is over today. Besides, after listening to Leshan's words, I am much better now, with only a little pain. !"
There is one more word she hid in her heart, she didn't dare to say, she only had ninety days, and she wanted to see him every day.
Leshan couldn't hold back from the side: "Talk to the princes politely."
It was then that Miaomiao suddenly realized, bowed his head and stood aside obediently, "The maidservant knows it was wrong."
How pitiful it looks, with her innocent expression, she can't bear to punish people. Yang Fu motioned her to get up indifferently, walked to the table and sat down, and started reading like yesterday.
When Miaomiao finished his work, he stood by his side and waited for instructions. Yang Fu was not pleased with the crowds, so he asked Leshan and Leshui to wait outside, so there were only two of them in the inner room.
He read the book carefully, as if he had completely forgotten his surroundings, Miaomiao took a few peeks and was not found, and began to stare at him unscrupulously. From the brow bone to the chin, the long eyelashes block the dark and silent eyes, the nose is high, the lips are thin, the fingers are slender and well-proportioned... He doesn't need to do anything, just sit quietly in front of the window, after the snow melts Bai Huahuang's light shone on him, and his unparalleled temperament was enough to make people fascinated.
Miaomiao was stunned unknowingly, and didn't even notice when he raised his head.
Yang Fu looked tired and took a rest, and was about to call people to buy tea, but he turned his head to meet the straight gaze of the little maid. He was stunned, her eyes were no longer carefree and joyful, she added a bit of complicated emotions, as if she was trying her best to remember the appearance of the person in front of her, her eyes were full of shimmering light, and she blinked. Tears came.
The love in his eyes overflowed, desperate and longing... Yang Fu's eyes darkened, and he tapped the table twice, recalling Miaomiao's mind.
Yang Fu bluntly said: "Why peek at me?"
Miaomiao came back to her senses, peeking at her being caught off-the-shelf, her face showed a face, and she replied awkwardly, "Because I like you."