Chapter 32:
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90 Days of Spring
- Feng He You Yue
- 1997 characters
- 2021-03-04 12:25:36
The room was silent and silent.
When Miaomiao came to the inner room, there was no one on the bed. She touched the temperature of the bedding, coldly, Wei Ling didn't know when she left, and she didn't even say a word to her.
Was he seriously injured and didn't want her to know that he left in such a hurry? Thinking of his abnormality yesterday, Miaomiao was even more worried. Where did he go? Did you go back to another hospital, or went to another place? Only then did Miaomiao discover that she had no way of knowing.
Yang Fu walked into the room and looked at the anxious little girl in front of the bed. He stood behind the folding screen and said nothing.
Suddenly remembering something, Miaomiao took out a piece of crystal jade from her clothes and was about to open her mouth. Seeing that there was still someone in the room, she suddenly squeezed the stone in her hand and said in a negotiating tone: "Lord..." He pursed his lips, "Can you go out..."
Yang Fu looked at her calmly, then slowly nodded and walked out of the room.
When he left, Miaomiao checked the doors and windows with anxiety. After confirming that they were all closed, she held the bleeding stone in her palm and cautiously called out, "Wei Ling?"
This is the first time she has used bloodstone, and she is not very familiar with it. After waiting for a long time without getting a response, she said without giving up, "Weiling Weiling, where are you?"
After a long time, the blood stone gradually became hot in the palm of her hand, and the blood drops inside flowed along the lines of the white jade, and Wei Ling's voice came from a low voice: "I am outside the city."
Miaomiao stared at the jade in surprise, and eagerly asked: "Where are you outside the city? I'm going to find you. Why did you suddenly leave? Are you in good health?"
There was a rustle inside, and Wei Ling was quiet, "You don't need to come over, I will leave soon."
Only then did he understand what he meant. Miao Miao was about to walk outside the door, Huo Di stopped and stared blankly at the shining stone in his palm. It's not that she doesn't understand, but just deliberately avoided it. She didn't believe that Wei Ling would really leave her alone.
But Wei Ling really left. He is going to other places and will not stay with her.
Miaomiao squatted sadly, a soreness only rushed to her eyes, "Then why are you leaving...I am worried about you, really..."
She squatted by the table, crying in her voice: "Did I make a mistake and make you angry again? That's why you are leaving."
A long distance away, Wei Ling's voice was sent here, and he sighed inaudibly, "It has nothing to do with you, but I want to go. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Miao Miao is not forgiving: "Then you stay and stay in the palace with me, isn't it okay? I will ask the prince to forgive you..."
Outside the city, there are green trees. The wind came slowly, and the leaves whirled, and mourned over the head, like a little girl's pleading pleading.
One rider stopped by the side of the road. Wei Ling looked at the far gate. He was holding a bloodstone the same as Miao Miao in his hand, and her voice was heard.
Will you stay here... Stay with me in the palace...
He finally couldn't help saying: "Liu Shui, I don't want to be with you in this way."
Miaomiao couldn't understand this sentence, "What is the method? What is the difference?"
There was a difference, Wei Ling tightened the reins, turned around, and drove toward the official road with a bang. The smoke lifted up several dusts, and the sound of horseshoes rustled and trampled on his heart. The camphor trees on both sides of the road retreated quickly, and the mountains in the distance were undulating, forming an eternal picture.
He wanted to stay right beside her, shelter her from the wind and rain, and become her only support.
It's a pity that I can't. There is that person beside her, and he won't need him anymore.
Miao Miao on the other end couldn't get a response, and could only hear the howling wind, calling out several times anxiously. Wei Ling finally slowed down, and finally said: "When you need me, I will go back."
After all, the light of the bloodstone gradually dimmed, and finally turned into an ordinary jade. He tucked into the tunic, stopped galloping, and walked slowly into the distance.
Wei Ling really left. Miaomiao sat in the room for a long time, still not accepting this reality.
She leaned on the table, thinking about Wei Ling's last words, what is when he is needed? She has always needed him, so why did he leave?
The door panel was knocked, and she had no time to take care of it, and snorted lazily, buried in her arms.
Then the Zhizhan door was pushed open, and Le Shang stood by the door and called her: "The chariot is ready, the prince is waiting for you downstairs."
Miaomiao raised her head and followed him listlessly, her whole body like a frosty eggplant, lingering. She stepped on the footstool to get into the carriage, drew in with the curtain, and subconsciously chose a corner to sit down.
Yang Fusuan said to her: "Come here."
Miaomiao looked like an abandoned dog, sniffed pitifully, and sat next to Yang Fu obediently, "Master, Wei Ling is really gone."
Yang Fu turned a deaf ear, reached out and hugged her on his lap, rubbing her furry head with his big palm: "Isn't there still this king?"
She tentatively tugged his sleeves, pressed her forehead against his chest, and choked softly, "But, I can't bear him."
Yang Fu squeezed her soft little hand backhand, and his black eyes darkened. He lifted her small chin and forced her to look at him: "Miaomiao, do you remember what you said last night?"
Miaomiao shook her head, saying too much last night, she had forgotten: "What did I say?"
Yang Fu patiently told her: "You said you like this king, and you have to stay with me for a long time." He is like a black panther who patiently hunts his prey, "so you can't always think of others, understand?"
She was so tired last night that she didn't remember many things later. The memory was vague, as if Yang Fu kissed her again, coaxing her to say a lot, and finally she was out of breath before begging for him to stop. Later, she fell asleep...
Miaomiao blinked, looking at each other? Did she say this?
But seeing Yang Fu's serious face, unlike a fake, she hesitated to explain: "I'm a dream talk, I can't take it seriously!"
She knew what it meant to stay together, so she didn't dare to make a promise easily. She was leaving in 60 days. What would she do to honor her promise?
Yang Fu was expressionless, chewing her words literally, "Dream talk?"
Oh, he was angry. Miaomiao suddenly forgot his depression, and quickly changed his words: "No, it's the truth, of course I want to stay together with the prince!"
Yang Fu's complexion didn't relax, he stared at her, humming lukewarmly.
"I like the prince the most." She resorted to her hand and shook Yang Fu's clothes, putting on a bitter expression, "The prince should not be angry with me."
Yang Fu squinted his eyes and touched his handsome face with his fingertips.
The chariot walked very steadily. Miaomiao's whole body was nestled in his arms, watching his movements puzzledly: "Huh?"
Yang Fu could only explain to this stupid girl: "Kiss here."
Miaomiao's cheeks were red instantly. Since yesterday, she has been like living in a dream, so ethereal and unreal. She quietly looked at Yang Fu's expression, and saw him looking out the window, raising her head and quickly dropping a kiss on his cheek.
The soft touch still remained on the skin, Yang Fu turned his gaze and saw her eyes squishy, biting her lower lip shyly. His heart suddenly turned into a clear spring, his lips curled up, and his arms were involuntarily tightened.
So good.
Once the Lantern Festival goes out, it is a day and a night.
Miaomiao is a little maid. Although no one cares about her whereabouts, the maid who lives in the same shop will always know that she has not returned all night.
Miaomiao held the gaze of the three of them with her hands behind her back, scratching her palms in embarrassment, "I encountered something and spent the night at the inn... The prince knew it, and he allowed it."
Gao Yue is aggressive: "How can the prince know that you are together?"
Miaomiao shook her head like a rattle, so she shouldn't tell them, otherwise, should she still live in the palace? "No... Brother Leshan told the prince, I..."
Xiwen rounded the court next to him: "Okay, let's find out what is the meaning of these."
Fuwen added oil and vinegar, and said to Gao Yue: "That's right, the prince won't look at you directly anyway."
Gao Yue was furious, and the two almost fought again, but fortunately he was promptly dissuaded by Xiwen. The two quarreled as soon as they were free, and it was endless. Miaomiao had calmed down at the moment, and silently washed up and climbed onto the Kangtou.
The events of these two days made her very tired. After learning about Wei Ling, the butler had already removed her name from his house. From then on, no one would accompany her to speak under the begonia tree, nor would anyone teach her how to cultivate... Miaomiao held the stone on her chest and fell asleep in a daze.
The next morning, following the other maids into the Rongguang Academy, Miaomiao was about to step into the inner room, and a voice came from inside: "Everyone else should go down, don't come in."
The prince didn't like crowds of people, they all knew that, so he handed the bronze scarf to Miaomiao's hand and motioned her to enter with his eyes.
Miaomiao walked around the screen, placed the copper bowl on the wooden frame, and glanced up at the bed.
Yang Fu just woke up, leaning against the head of the bed at the moment, hair draped over his shoulders, scattered on the rich and precious quilt. He closed his eyes, and Xu only woke up from sleep, Jun Yan was a bit tired, and when he opened his eyes, he was a bit confused. He tilted his head to look at Miaomiao, and squinted his eyes: "Why stand so far?"
Only then did Miaomiao walk up to him, embarrassed to say that he was tempted by his beauty, "Master, get up and wash."
Unexpectedly, Yang Fu suddenly stretched out his hand and brought her into his arms. His voice was low and lazy: "How did you sleep last night?"
Unprepared, Miao Miao pierced his chest, making his nose hurt. She rubbed the urn and said with an annoyance: "You slept well, the prince doesn't need to worry."
After coming back yesterday, Yang Fu said she was asked to move out of the living room, but Miao Miao rightfully refused. She felt that she was living well and there was no need to move. She is not afraid of becoming the target of public criticism, she is afraid that when the time comes, she will be reluctant to leave. This is already very good, being able to get close to him is enough for her.
She admits that she is very selfish, knowing that there is no result, but also guarding this hard-won feeling.
Yang Fu rubbed against her ears, his voice was warm and mellow: "If you are wronged underneath, you must tell this king."
Miaomiao nodded, boldly spread her arms around his sturdy waist, "Yesterday the prince asked me to move out of the living room, where did he intend to live?"
Yang Fuman replied casually: "Naturally live with me."
"..."
Miao Miaohuo raised his eyes and looked at Yang Fu regretfully. Why didn't he say it earlier!