Chapter 57:

56th day
In the evening, Miaomiao ate alone. She bit her chopsticks in thought, her small face turned into a bitter gourd, and her mind was full of Wei Ling's last words.
Jiang Alan, too? But Yang Fu never told her...
Her focus was wrong, and she was glum all night. Ask yourself, Jiang Alan and the four kings, Wei Shilang, are talented women, and they are in good shape. Standing together is a pair of bi people.
But she is not bad, Miaomiao puffed up her cheeks, the only difference is that she doesn't have two legs and can't stand upright beside him with her body. The jade fish ball soup dimmed her eyes with the steaming heat. Although Miaomiao was unwilling, she had nothing to do.
The maid on the side called her three times before she suddenly responded, "What's wrong?"
The maid smiled and repeated: "Can the girl take a bath after the meal? The maid ordered someone to boil some hot water."
Miaomiao shook her head and refused. She was about to speak. Suddenly she felt a slight itching in her calf. She stretched out her hand and scratched it without paying attention to her, "No, I just wipe my body with hot water."
The maid did what she said, and soon brought a pot of hot water with a towel on her arm, ready to wait for her to freshen up.
After washing, Miaomiao stood in front of the bed, "I'm going to sleep, you can go out."
After a while, there were no other sounds in the room, only the slight crackling when the wick was burning, and the night wind hit the sill window, blowing the candlelight to the side. The huge shadow on the wall shook, and the whole room was warm orange, making the figure in front of the bed even smaller.
Miaomiao shrank, walked to the bed, closed the window, and returned to the bed, still staring at the bed quilt.
A quarter of an hour later, she turned around and came to the beauty's couch, slowly crawling up to the top and curled up, closing her eyes to sleep. She fell asleep very quickly, feeling colder and colder, frowning her eyebrows and pursing her lips.
After hearing steady footsteps, she was taken into an embrace with the chill outside. Miaomiao unconsciously grabbed him and arched in his arms, "Lord..."
Yang Fucai came back from the outside and gently put her on the bed, "Why not go to bed?"
Miaomiao replied staringly, "I'm afraid I will fall asleep...I will be reluctant to..."
What can't you bear?
Yang Fu covered her with a bedding, pulled away the messy hair on her cheeks, and condensed her sleepy face. He said, "Then keep sleeping here."
The warmth came, Miao Miao was wrapped in the quilt comfortably, half asleep and half awake, did not hear what he said. It wasn't until a long time later that he opened his eyes in hindsight, and it happened that Yang Fu was changing his clothes in front of the wooden frame. With this look, she happened to see him open his clothes, revealing a solid and clean chest.
Miaomiao's face was hot and he forgot to look away.
It was probably because her gaze was too hot, Yang Fu tilted her head and looked at it, walked to the side cabinet in a short time, and took a white silk mid-order back. Miaomiao was not sure, so he had already leaned over to help her half up, "Take off her clothes."
Miaomiao opened his eyes wide, "Huh?"
There was a smile in Yang Fu's eyes, "Miaomiao, you should change clothes when you sleep."
I haven't seen him smile for several days, let alone hear his such a gentle tone. Miaomiao suddenly missed her, nodding her head with emotion and emotion, "I'll just change it myself."
It's just that the dress is so big... Miaomiao raised her sleeves, which were much longer than her hands, covering her body loosely. She didn't know that this mid laner was Yang Fu's clothes. Of course it was much bigger when worn by her, but she looked more like a half-old child.
She sat on the bedside and looked at it curiously for a long time. When she looked up, she found that Yang Fu's eyes were dark and deep, as if to eat people. She was startled, rolled over and rolled into the bedding, facing him with the back of her head, "I'm asleep!"
Not long after she lay down, Yang Fu also slept beside her. At first, Miaomiao was still a little worried, but he just hugged her from behind without any other actions.
It's just that Miaomiao moved uncomfortably, always feeling like she was caught by something.
Until Yang Fu's low voice commanded: "Be honest."
Miaomiao said silently, not understanding what it was.
In the past few days at Rongguang Academy, Yang Fu had little time to stay in the palace, and Tai was in the palace half of the time.
Miaomiao asked Wei Ling about Wei Ling's situation once a day, and she was relieved only when she knew that he was not injured. Although Yang Fu said he would not let him go, he did not lynch him.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was the day to go to Chengming Villa. Yang Fu didn't return all night. According to the maid, he stayed in the palace. Miaomiao was lying on the bed alone and refused to get up after waiting for a long time.
She slept in Yang Fu's bed and became more and more accustomed to sleeping, and the initial hesitation had long since disappeared. Until the Four Kings came back from the palace, seeing her still covered and sleeping, showing a furry head, he laughed helplessly and fished her out of the bed, "I'm about to set off soon, why can't I afford it?"
Miaomiao snuggled in his arms and paused, "I want to sleep a little longer."
She squinted her eyes and looked up at him. He didn't seem to have a good rest last night, and his eyes were slightly tired. I couldn't help but reached out and touched, without warning, "Master, are we the only two of us to go to Chengming Villa?"
Yang Fu paused and said, "No, there are some ministers including Jiang Taifu."
Miaomiao asked again: "Will Jiang Alan go too?"
He frowned slightly, and he probably didn't want to answer this question, but to her clear eyes, he finally said, "Go too."
Miaomiao nodded sensibly, bent over to put on her shoes and socks, jumped out of bed and stood in front of him, still wearing his huge mid laner, the sun penetrated from behind her, and she smiled under the melting sun. "Master, would you accept her without me?"
Her appearance suddenly dimmed in front of her eyes, and these words seemed to imply something to him, which made him suddenly feel uneasy.
Yang Fu grabbed her wrist until he held her in his arms, and was slightly calm, "Don't talk nonsense."
Miao Miao pursed her lips, making no sound.
Chengming Mountain Villa is located sixty or seventy miles west of the city, and the carriage is about two hours away. The chariots of the four kings were at the forefront, followed by the chariots of the courtiers. The formation was huge, and ordinary chariots and horses retreated when they met.
Miao Miao Yang Fu wanted to change his posture, but he pressed his chin against the top of his head, "What's the matter?"
She wanted to cry without tears, her hands were numb, but he liked this position very much, and he hasn't changed it since getting in the car. He can also read documents, and she is much more boring in comparison, except for nap, she is playing with her fingers.
Miaomiao looked up, "Master, shall we do something else?"
She didn't know how ambiguous this sentence was. Just after speaking, Yang Fu squinted her eyes and pressed her between the car wall and chest, "Miaomiao, what do you want to do?"
Miaomiao didn't expect that he would want to be awkward, and suddenly felt that something was not good, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain, "Look at the scenery..."
Yang Fu deliberately teased her. He naturally knew that the occasion did not match, so he patted her head and said, "Look."
So as she wished, she let go and sat aside to read.
Miaomiao flexed his arms twice, finally not so stiff. Just now I asked the coachman. It is said that there is still more than half an hour. She stared at the window for half an hour with her cheek, feeling very boring.
Turning his head to look at Yang Fu again, he was seeing a trouble, his expression was serious and his eyes were cold. The halo outside the window hit him, constantly changing and changing, lightly and darkly, slowly drawing his outline. From head to toe, nothing is imperfect, even frowning is so elegant and handsome, Miao Miao has a sense of pride for no reason.
It is true that she has liked people for more than ten years, so good, good everywhere.
She was complacent alone, Yang Fu looked up and saw her look stupid. Suddenly curled his lips, "Why are you not making trouble?"
Miaomiao is very honest, "I still think the prince looks better."
Yang Fu lowered his head and continued reading, which was considered tacitly approved.
They all have a tacit understanding, and they never mention Miaomiao's identity. They are afraid that if they pierce the thin paper, they can't even maintain the simple happiness now.
Miaomiao finally abandoned the scenery and chose to put his arms around Yang Fu's waist. With his hands around his waist, Miaomiao said angrily: "Master, I like you, but I like it."
The small voice was firm and rang in the carriage.
Yang Fu folded his arms, "How about Wei Ling?"
Unexpectedly, he would mention Wei Ling, Miaomiao was stunned, and thought about it honestly, "It's different."
During her hesitating time, Yang Fu's eyes sank.
Miaomiao said: "If Wei Ling is injured, I will be very sad. But if the lord is injured, I will want to bear the pain for you."
She also said: "If Wei Ling is going to a far place, I hope he has a safe journey. If the prince is going to a far place, I will go with you."
Yang Fu didn't say a word for a long time, but his arm tightened and tightened, "Then you are willing to go a long way with this king?"
At this moment Miaomiao didn't understand the meaning of this road, she nodded, "If I have time, of course I would."
At noon, the car wheel finally arrived at Chengming Villa.
To prevent Miaomiao from being recognized by Mrs. Jiang, Yang Fu directly ordered the coachman to send her to the hospital. Having settled down before, Yang Fu stayed at Yu Yuxuan in the southeast of the villa.
He only brought two maids, so they didn't attract the attention of others.
Yang Fu discussed with the others and ordered the maid to take care of her. He didn't come back until the evening. As soon as she came here, Miaomiao looked a little dazed, sitting alone without knowing what she was thinking.
Before and after the sun set, the jade stone on her chest gradually became hot. She stiffened, holding the bloodstone hesitantly, she was a little hoarse when she opened her mouth, "Wei Ling..."
Wei Ling noticed something wrong with her, "What's wrong with you?"
Miaomiao shook her head, biting her lower lip, "It's okay, just a little thirsty."
"Is there no water in the house?" Wei Ling asked, unable to hear any emotions. "There is a river behind the villa. You can swim to the canal along the way."
He said: "Liu Shui, you will wait for me here tomorrow night."