Chapter 43:
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90 Days of Spring
- Feng He You Yue
- 2263 characters
- 2021-03-04 12:25:40
The light dazzled his eyes and looked particularly dazzling in the deserted riverside.
How could there be such a big fish? Yang Fu lost consciousness for a moment, and then chuckled slightly, probably because he was hurt so badly that he was confused.
There were multiple sword wounds on his body, and those guards did not dare to take him seriously, at most they were just skin injuries. The key is that Yang Chen's sword directly penetrated his shoulder, and it didn't hurt the vital point at all, otherwise, I'm afraid the whole arm would be useless. If this is the case, the imperial physician still advises to take a good rest, it is best to lie in bed and not to walk around.
Yang Fu didn't listen, and came to Taiqing Lake the next day. One stop was a whole day.
He is dizzy and not sober. After the sun set, there was a little coolness on the shore of the lake, which made his body temperature higher and higher.
Yesterday, the prince came to the palace to make a big fuss, and the incident reached the ears of the saint, unavoidably a lot of anger. He most advocates respect for brothers, friends, and brothers. The prince hurt the four kings by using public affairs for personal gain, and undoubtedly did not take his words to heart. The saint was disappointed with the two, and ordered the prince to ban the prince's feet for one month, and ordered him to live and reflect at home. As for Yang Fu, he was injured, and besides, the maid was no longer there, so there was nothing to pursue, just staying in the mansion to recover from the injury.
What Yang Fu didn't know was that, because of this reason, Queen Wei was even more eager to manage the marriage for him.
As night fell, the lights of thousands of houses slowly lit up, and the shadows illuminated the capital. Yang Fu never moved. Leshan Leshui should have appeared at this time, but today he has not been seen. Miaomiao hides in the dark and secretly observes his situation.
He didn't look good at all, and his expression was so bad that Miao Miao couldn't help getting closer, hiding behind a willow tree growing on the shore. His eyes were hollow and lonely, Miao Miao struggled for a long time, never stepping forward.
After watching this for half an hour, the sky was already dark, and Yang Fu suddenly collapsed.
"Lord!"
Miaomiao was shocked and hurried forward to rescue.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Yang Fu was standing on the shore of the lake. He plunged into the water in despair and fell into the water in front of Miaomiao's eyes.
The water splashed her face, and Miaomiao dived into the water anxiously and rescued Yang Fu from the water. He wasn't very sane, and when he glanced at his forehead, it was surprisingly hot. Not only that, even the wound on his shoulder was cracked open, oozing traces of blood.
Miaomiao was anxious, "Master, how are you, Master?"
Regardless of her identity being discovered for a while, she came to the shore almost all over her body, calling his name constantly. She didn't dare to touch him at will, in case she touched the wound, it would make him more painful.
Suddenly his wrists were squeezed, and he intermittently said, "Miaomiao..."
In a trance, he seemed to hear Miaomiao's voice. Only that little maid would call him the prince with such anxiety and concern, and only she would call his name when she dared to open her mouth.
Miaomiao is back? She is not dead?
The moment he fell into the water, he seemed to see someone coming out from behind the tree, with long hair splashed with ink on the lake, like a mass of lush seaweed, and his face was especially white under the moonlight. It was just a moment's work. He couldn't see her face clearly. The fishtail that had just passed by broke into his sight again. Across the water curtain, Yang Fu slowly closed his eyes.
With a terrible headache, he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't do what he wanted.
I can only hear a vague voice ringing in my ears: "Master, you wake up, don't be like this... I am very uncomfortable when I see it..."
Is it really her?
Yang Fu grasped his wrist with all his strength, not allowing her to break free, "Don't go, Miaomiao...Don't make me feel guilty forever."
A word ran out of all his strength, and then he stopped talking, but still didn't let go, just lying on the lakeside, frowning.
Miaomiao stared at him in a daze, and kept thinking about what he said just now.
However, he couldn't lie down all the time. Yang Fu was feverish. If he didn't seek medical treatment in time, he might be in danger. Miaomiao held the bloodstone and asked for help: "Wei Ling, where are you?"
The bloodstone gradually became hot, and Wei Ling's voice was very soft, "Under the water."
His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, as if being interrupted by her to rest, his tone was not good. Miao Miao winced, and her throat for help was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it: "...oh."
After waiting for a while, Wei Ling asked, "What's the matter?"
She stared at Yang Fu, and said for a long time: "It's okay, you rest first."
Wei Ling stopped talking, and it didn't take long for the light of the bloodstone to dim.
Miaomiao didn't think much, untied Yang Fu's clothes, and looked at his wound in the moonlight. His clothes were soaked in blood, Miaomiao tore off his thin shirt and re-wrapped him, and then dipped a cloth strip in water, and wiped his forehead, neck and body over and over again.
Fortunately, there is no one here, otherwise you will not be scared to death if you see this scene.
A half-man, half-fish shark was back and forth in the lake and on the shore, constantly cooling down a man. She was inconvenient to move and looked funny from a distance.
Before long, Yang Fu started to chill, which caused Miaomiao to be in trouble. Where could I find him bedding?
Miaomiao gritted her teeth, simply opened her arms and hugged him, warming him with her body temperature. She moved back slightly, not wanting him to touch her scales. Looking up is the brilliant starry sky, the stars are shining brightly, and they are reflected in her eyes, converging into a bright galaxy.
Speaking of it, this seems to be their first time, lying side by side and hugging.
Yang Fu hugged her tightly, not only taking the warmth from her, but also the smell of Miaomiao. Clear and pure, the fragrance of green grass and dew will never tire of smelling.
"Don't go..."
Yang Fu was buried in the fossa of her neck, either calling her name or repeating this sentence over and over again, not too long-winded.
Miaomiao's body temperature is not too high, but it is better to hold two people together for warmth than nothing. The gravel under her made her tail hurt a little, Miao Miao frowned and moved, who knew that Yang Fu held her tighter.
He almost pleaded: "A little more, a little more." His voice was dull and jerky, and there was no usual low-alcohol calmness.
Did he think he was dreaming?
Miaomiao rubbed his chest, full of nostalgia, "Master, I am Miaomiao...I don't want to go, but I can't..."
She only now knows that she is afraid. If someone suddenly shows up and sees her, will she have a good life in the future? Maybe it will hurt Wei Ling, they are scarce, and they have rarely seen the same kind in the past two years.
Since he saw that there was no serious problem, Miaomiao was cruel, broke off his restrained arms around his waist, got up and moved back to the lake.
The arm was caught again, and Yang Fu seemed to open his eyes, "Where are you going?"
Footsteps sounded not far away, accompanied by the voice of Leshan Leshui: "Lord?"
Seeing that they were about to come forward, Miaomiao trembled all over, waved away from his palm, and jumped into the lake without hesitation. The waves were splashing, Yang Fu softly fell back to the ground, a dark dome in front of him, looking around, there was no shadow of Miaomiao?
However, there was clearly a scent of fragrance around him, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.
Isn't it a dream?
The two Leshan came to the front and were quite surprised to see him, "Is the prince okay? It is too late, please forgive the prince."
Yang Fu slowly got up, his clothes tied loosely around his body, his clothes half-dry, weak and haggard, had he ever had such a time of embarrassment? The two sighed in their hearts. The prince has been doing this since Miaomiao left. It's been the third day, how can it be done?
Yang Fu glanced at the lake, then looked back in a moment, and said quietly, "Go back."
Although Leshan and Leshui had doubts, they were respectful of what he said and went back home.
Since that night, Yang Fu has come to Taiqing Lake almost every day for the past two days, and he has not even changed the place.
Miaomiao didn't dare to show up at will anymore, she watched from a distance, from morning to night, as if she had returned to the days of another courtyard. Yang Fu didn't know if it was healed, but there was no expression on his face, as if all the plumes had been deposited, and there was nothing but silence in his eyes.
He was holding a piece of Pisces jade pendant, jasper transparent under the sun, whirling over and over again, as if he could still feel her body temperature.
Back then, that little girl was so courageous. In what mood did she hide this jade pendant? Are you afraid of severe punishment after being discovered?
When Yang Fu closed her eyes, it was her smiling face that was brighter than the warm spring sun.
My heart became more and more empty.
That maid’s body was well preserved at the bottom of the lake. She had Wei Ling's medicine in her stomach. In less than 90 days, her body would not decay. Miaomiao decided not to go on like this anymore, she made up her mind to tell Wei Ling: "I'm going to the East China Sea!"
Wei Lingsuan asked her, "Really?"
Miaomiao nodded hard, and instead of just waiting to die, it was better to fight for the last time. She gave up so much, maybe she would regret it later. "You help me look at her body, I will be back as soon as possible."
Wei Ling couldn't help but pour cold water on her: "The fish in the East China Sea are fierce, are you afraid of getting hurt?"
Who knows she is very simply: "Not afraid!"
Yan Fu tightened the bloodstone on his neck and prepared to set off: "I will contact you if I have something to do. You will wait for me here."
Wei Ling gritted her teeth and murmured, "Come back." One wall said and the other grabbed her tail fin, dragging her abruptly.
He said, "I'll go."
Miaomiao was surprised, "What?"
Wei Ling left her behind and swam eastward without looking back, "Stay here honestly these days. If there is an accident, solve it by yourself."
Miaomiao stared at his back in a daze, her mouth slumped, her heart full of warmth.
Wei Ling always said harsh words while helping her to clean up her mess. He is so good to her, how can he pay it off in the future?
For the past three to five days, Miao Miao has not been able to contact Shang Wei Ling. Talking to him with a bloodstone, he didn't answer, leaving Miaomiao alone here in a hurry, for fear of some accident.
Yang Fu will come to the lake these days, not knowing what he is waiting for or thinking.
He unexpectedly didn't come today, but Miaomiao was a little uncomfortable, wondering if there was something wrong with him.
Around the evening, Miaomiao stood beside the maid, lowered her head and meditated quietly. There are many rocks under Taiqing Lake with different shapes, enough for them to hide.
Waves came from the calm water, Miaomiao looked up, and a figure was swimming here in the distance.
Don't think too much, it must be Wei Ling!
Miaomiao lit up his eyes in surprise, and stood up to greet him. However, the closer he got, the more he felt wrong. His movements were slow and sluggish, as if he had suffered a serious injury. Miaomiao hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, "Wei Ling, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"
She looked down at his face, it was indeed not quite right; looking at him again, there were many small scars, but it shouldn't be the point. He also suffered other injuries.
Miaomiao helped him to the bottom of the water, "Are you okay?"
Thinking that he was hurting herself, she couldn't help but blame herself. She sniffed and checked his injuries with tears: "I blame me, you shouldn't be allowed to go..."
Wei Ling held her forearm, her black pupils stared at her, and immediately embraced her head, taking the opportunity to kiss her whistling lips.
Miaomiao was stunned, opened her eyes dumbly, and forgot to speak.
After a short while, a medicine was inserted into her mouth, pushed into her throat by Wei Ling, and slipped into her abdomen along the way.
After a while, Wei Ling let go of her, weakly saying, "Don't worry, I just want to rest for a while."
He closed his eyes and fell into her arms.