Chapter 41:

The room was chaotic, and Wei Ling stopped at the window with the maid knocked unconscious by his feet.
Through the gauze, I saw the four kings standing with their backs to him, the small bodies in their arms...
Miaomiao!
Wei Ling's eyes darkened, she was about to make a move, and suddenly she noticed something wrong. The maid was pale, lifeless, and looked like a dead person. He stopped and watched, besides Yang Fu, there were two other people in the room. Listening to their conversation, one of them should be the current prince Yang Chen.
Wei Ling remembered what Miaomiao said a few days ago. According to this situation, she was recognized by the prince? What's the matter with that maid?
He has not been able to contact Miaomiao for the past two days, and the bloodstone should have been taken away. I thought that Yang Fu was there to protect her, but after thinking about it, I still couldn't feel at ease, so I rushed back to the capital overnight.
Things were more complicated than he thought, Wei Ling frowned, her eyes falling on the little maid. She is not Miaomiao, and she doesn't have any Miaomiao's breath, so where is Miaomiao now? Is the situation dangerous?
Yang Fu fought four or five people by himself, and the guards fell to the ground, moaning.
Taifu Jiang stepped forward and persuaded: "Four Kings, why are you doing this... The saint is for your good. This girl can win the saint's golden mouth and be buried well, and it is also her blessing."
Yang Fu chuckled, "Miaomiao doesn't need such blessings."
Taifu Jiang was speechless for a moment, and mixed feelings in his heart. This was his most proud disciple in the past. He was smart, quick and knowledgeable. At the age of eight, he became famous in Beijing. It's a pity that I don't know what kind of blows he has suffered. The longer he gets, the more mediocre he will be. He has always believed that such a talent is hiding his power and bidding his time and has high hopes for him, so he acquiesced to Jiang Alan to contact him. Today, however, he actually shook his head for a woman... Tai Fu shook his head, not without disappointment.
Yang Chen was even more angry in his heart, the good little beauty, who did not get it, but became a corpse. What he had done before fell short, and he was angry with nowhere to vent. Yesterday, Yang Fu's face was refuted by Yang Fu in public, and he was very annoyed at him: "Fourth brother, you should know what the saints most taboo? You have no respect, do you want to end it?"
Yang Fu constricted his eyes, as if he hadn't heard it. He walked back to the head of the bed again, carefully placing "Miaomiao" on the bed.
Yang Chen was completely ignored, with a grim expression in his eyes: "She was suffocated when she was salvaged from Taiqing Lake. Do you think this king is the cause?"
The sound fell, only listening to a noise outside the window, he turned his head vigilantly: "Who?"
Wei Ling broke through the window and came to him in the blink of an eye. Before he could react, she grabbed him by the neck and asked, "You did it?"
A thoughtless sentence made Yang Chen baffled: "Who are you... how dare you be rude to this king?"
Speaking of calling people, it's a pity that everyone waiting outside the house was knocked out by him. The rest of the people were outside the palace gate and couldn't hear him calling for help.
Wei Ling's hand was tight, and he lost her voice, her face flushed, "You...who are you..."
The guard on the ground fell to the ground and couldn't afford it. Taifu Jiang was too old to help at all. He stared at the side anxiously: "Big, bold! Let go of your Royal Highness..."
Wei Ling asked quietly, "What else did you do to her?"
Yang Chen is almost suffocated. This manpower is so great that he is not an opponent at all. I just feel that breathing is getting harder, and the line of sight in front of me is blurred, "You, how dare you..."
The silly girl Miaomiao was not only caught by him, but her whereabouts are still unknown. When Wei Ling's eyes were cold, she almost broke his neck, thinking that he was a prince, but in the end she was merciful. Wei Ling let go of her hand and Yang Chen fell to the ground softly, clutching her neck and breathing, looking embarrassed.
As soon as the thought of him making a hand at Miaomiao, Wei Ling couldn't help but surge in anger, raising her foot and stepping on his chest: "Where is her bloodstone?"
Yang Chen opened his eyes in astonishment, "How do you know?"
Wei Ling smiled slightly, "That is what I gave."
Yang Fu was slightly stagnant at the head of the bed, his cold eyes staring at him.
Yang Chen always refused to hand it over, Wei Ling was impatient, and simply searched for him. Only after searching for it, Yang Chen smiled triumphantly, "This king said, not with him."
How could he carry it next to him? He must have stayed in the house.
Wei Ling straightened up, did not say much, raised her palm and chopped off at his neck. With a sigh, he rolled his eyes and fell softly to the ground. The room finally calmed down, Wei Ling tilted her head to look at the bed, Yang Fu stood a few steps away, her face calm.
Wei Ling picked up the long sword on the ground, approached step by step, and finally put it on his shoulder: "Give me this maid."
Yang Fu suffered a shoulder injury. When he was fighting with the guards, he had many large and small injuries on his body. The Yuebai robe was soaked in blood. His lips were pale, so he remained motionless: "Don't think about it."
Wei Ling squinted her eyes: "You have killed Miaomiao like this, so you can't make her clean after death?"
He deliberately used words to stimulate him, knowing where his weakness was, and had to sprinkle salt on his wound. Seeing that Yang Fu's face turned pale, his eyes were sad, and even Wei Ling's sword was approaching without even noticing.
The sharp point of the sword cut across the skin, and the red blood flowed down the wound, without even frowning his brow.
Wei Ling sneered, and when he was unprepared, she put on his shoulder blade, "I don't intend to take your life, but Miaomiao, she is mine."
This is the first time he has generously expressed his determination. Yang Fu could not move, but his black eyes were tightly locked against him.
Wei Ling picked up the person on the bed and passed by the frightened Taifu Jiang, her tone was quite cheerful: "Old things, tell you saints, I'll take this maid, and I will bury it, so I won't bother him."
Yan Fu jumped up from the threshold window, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Since the incident of falling into the water, Taiqing Lake has been very deserted these few days, and the people have not dared to come forward to avoid unreasonable disasters.
What's more, it is said that there are monsters in the lake, and the faint singing can be heard from the bottom of the water these days. It was okay during the day, but at night, people leaked out. Some daredevils went to the water to look for it, but there was nothing but fish. Afterwards, I realized that I was thinking too much, and a Qinlou Chu Pavilion was opened on the other side of the lake.
On this day, the sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly. Most people on the street went home and rested. There were only a few idiots who still missed the tender country.
Taiqing Lake is quite cold. In the past, there were still painting boats mooring, carved windows, jade flutes, and harmonious pictures; now there is only a small boat left on the lake, floating and lonely.
The person on the boat was dressed in a hat, and he slowly moved forward holding the penny, taking a look into the water from time to time, and then whispered: "Six waters?"
I found more than half of them in the lake, but didn't get a response. Wei Ling parked the boat on the shore, near the willow forest, where Miaomiao brought him on the night of the Spring Festival. Standing on the bow of the boat, he took off his hat, took the bleeding stone from his sleeve, and slowly whispered in the palm of his hand: "Where did he go?"
When the voice was about to fall, I listened to the sound of the water under my feet, and faint ripples waved from the bottom of the boat with a crash, and a small wet head emerged from the water, "Here!"
Wei Ling stepped back subconsciously, staring at the person in front of her.
Miao Miao leaned out, climbing on the bow of the boat to prop up her upper body, floating on the surface of the water like black algae, bright moonlight on her little peach and plum face, bright eyes and white teeth, and autumn water. The fish's tail from the lower part of the body came out of the water, lazily flapping the spray. She was very surprised to see Wei Ling, "Why are you here? Wei Ling, how do you know I am here?"
The troubles of the past two days were wiped out, as if seeing Wei Ling, all the troubles could be easily solved.
Wei Ling sat on the boat and stared at her, "I went to the palace and guessed that you should still be here." Yan Yu, frowned, "How did you separate from that maid?"
Miaomiao finally found someone to talk about it, she clenched her fist angrily, "Not that prince!"
One wall complained and the other wall told him what had happened in the past few days. From the palace to the prince's palace, and the monk Fushui, she said all the trivial matters. Mentioning what happened on the ship yesterday, she has been in a stomachache so far: "He suddenly pushed me into the water and didn't allow anyone to save me. I really don't know what to do... I don't know how, because my body hurt so much. , As if the skin was peeling off, when she was awake, she had already separated from the maid..."
Wei Ling supported it with her hand, thoughtfully, "He also fed you Fushui?"
Miaomiao nodded, as if she could still smell the grey smell: "I don't want to drink, the prince will just drink it with me." He pouted furiously.
Wei Ling patted her head, and her heart was clear: "It should be inseparable from that Fushui."
Miaomiao pursed her lips and couldn't help asking, "Then can I change back? I...I haven't reached ninety days yet..."
She hid in the lake for the past two days and couldn't go anywhere, let alone Yang Fu's situation. That little maid had died long ago. If he knew about it, how would he react?
Miaomiao guessed over and over again, but couldn't rest assured, even more reluctant to leave. It was only forty days and half of it hadn't arrived. How could she be reconciled when she finally won Yang Fu?
Clinker Wei Ling tilted her head and cruelly dispelled her thoughts, "I only have one medicine, and it is very difficult to get. Not to mention that the maid's body has been injured and it is not suitable for her to possess in recent days."
Miaomiao dropped her eyelashes disappointedly, "That...then I..."
After waiting for a while, before Wei Ling could respond, she stopped talking, and finally sank into the water dejectedly, and a series of bubbles appeared on the surface of the water. After a while, he floated up again, pitifully tugging at the corner of his clothes, "Then you went to the palace, what did you see? Is Yang Fu okay, how is he now?"
Wei Ling lifted her lips, "No, he is crazy."
Miaomiao curled her lips in surprise, "What?" She sits on the boat regardless of whether others will see it or not, with a shimmering gleam in the silver fish tail on her lower body, "Why are you crazy, you... tell me." "
Wei Ling remembered that when he took Miaomiao away, Yang Fu looked at his eyes, cold and silent, struggling with helplessness... and a hint of despair. He really loves Liushui to his bones. This girl is really capable. In just over a month, he made the god-like prince willing to fall into the dust for her.