Chapter 6:

The mullion gate was pushed open by a pair of bare hands, and the cold winter wind accompanied it, sweeping the room with a chill. Cen Yun closed the door and went to the stove to warm her head, turning her head to see Miaomiao with her back to her and motionless, "Miaomiao?"
She walked up to her, Miaomiao trembled invisibly, clasped her hands in a hurry, put her hands in her sleeves, and lowered her head to avoid her sight, "No, sister Cen Yun, I have already taken medicine. ."
Cen Yun glanced at her suspiciously, and suddenly smiled, "Since I have been taking medicine, what are you doing with this scarf? Why don't you take it off."
When he said that, he wanted to step forward to help her, but Miaomiao evaded in a panic, "I, I like to wrap up!"
Cen Yun retracted her hand angrily, feeling that she seemed to be a little abnormal... but she couldn't tell what was going on.
The towel was covered with water from the well, cold and bitter, and Cen Yun was thinking about her body. After some persuasion, Miaomiao stubbornly shook his head and didn't take it off, "I'm not afraid of cold."
Cen Yun had no choice but to blow out the bedside oil lamp, "If that's the case, then go to bed, and I have to get up early and go to Han Yuxuan to wait on tomorrow."
The room was plunged into darkness, and Cen Yun's long breathing sounded not long after. The moonlight streaming in from outside the window, Miaomiao dared to take her hand out of her sleeve, and looked at the moonlight, the silver-white scales shimmering, showing a dazzling luster in the night.
Miaomiao pouted annoyedly. If it doesn't fade away tomorrow, what can I do?
She glanced at the sleeping Cen Yun on the bed, gently pushed the door open, and quickly flashed out of the room, heading towards the lake pavilion. Not far behind the man's house is the upper stream of the stream, and you can reach the lake pavilion directly down the stream. Miaomiao panted to the lake shore, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it towards the lake.
The weather is getting warmer, the ice on the lake is melting, and the sound of Ding Dong is very clear, drowning in the silence of the night. Miaomiao came out in a hurry, only wearing a thin outer shirt, shaking with cold. She stood aside with her arms folded, and still did not see any movement in the middle of the lake for a while, bent over and took another stone and threw it into the lake.
She was afraid of attracting the servant who was on the night, she lowered her voice and called helplessly: "Wei Ling, Wei Ling, come out soon..."
However, Wei Ling never appeared in the lake. Unwillingly, Miaomiao threw stones one after another, and she was shocked by the fish and hid everywhere. Until the middle of the night, her hands and feet stiffened with cold, and she had to give up going back to the house.
Miaomiao's mood is very depressed, why doesn't Wei Ling come out to see her? Didn't you plan to see her in the future... She had no scruples at first, but she knew that Wei Ling was behind her to help. Now she could not find Wei Ling, as if she was the only one left in the vast world, lonely and lonely.
Almost awake at night, Yin Mo was awakened from the bed by Cen Yun, but Miaomiao felt groggy and top-heavy.
She went to Han Yuxuan to work the first day, not wanting to make any mistakes, she worked hard to change clothes and wash. In order to cover up the scales on her neck and hands, Miaomiao deliberately wore a cloak with a stand-up collar and wrapped her hands with gauze. Until the package was tight, I dared to go out with confidence.
Seeing this, Cen Yun couldn't help but, "What's wrong with my hand?"
Miaomiao put her hand back behind her, and smiled shyly, "After Sister Cen Yun fell asleep last night, I went outside to boil hot water and I didn't get burnt much."
Wen Yan Cen Yun nodded her forehead, "Why are you so careless? Always so reckless, there will be places for you to suffer in the future."
Miaomiao held her forehead and nodded obediently.
There were several other maids who were on duty with them, and smiled when they saw Cen Yun and called to her sister. Cen Yun has the deepest qualifications, waits on the four kings to change and wash, is easy-going, and rigorous, so the little maids respect her. Cen Yun nodded one by one, and led them to the main room to wait for the four kings to get up. Halfway through the walk, they turned around uneasy. "Miaomiao, you go to make a pot of tea and bring it. Take a small amount of salt and boil it until it boils. ?"
Miaomiao has never been in the tea ceremony before, she just drank the standard and opened her mouth, where there are so many rules... But in the face of Cen Yun's trusting gaze, she nodded with confidence, "Should be."
Cen Yun was always worried, and was about to let people be with her, but the four kings had already regained consciousness, only to come and wait on them first.
In the other courtyard, most of the four kings woke up in Chenshi and used to drink a cup of tea first. A few days ago, the little maid in charge of tea told the housekeeper for a few days of leave due to an accident at home, so that Miaomiao could temporarily replace her.
Miaomiao remembered Cen Yun's statement, and put the tea on the table of the Eight Immortals in the outer room, waiting anxiously.
She didn’t know if she was doing it right, she made tea for the first time in her life, just in case it didn’t suit her...A pair of soap boots appeared in front of her. The skirt was made of gold embroidered with clouds and sea patterns, and she was walking with a double fish jade pendant on her waist. Brings the aroma of orchid cinnamon. Without looking up, she knew who this person was.
Yang Fu picked up the small ink-colored lid clock, opened the tea lid and took a bite, frowning, put it back on the table calmly, "This is salty soup?"
Miaomiao's head was buried lower, and he picked up the tray and walked out. "The maidservant will cook again."
Unknown to be ashamed or otherwise, the little maid’s cheeks were flushing, her eyes became clearer and clearer, and her pink lips were slightly pursed, very worried. Yang Fu called her, "No need, is the medicine given to you yesterday? How effective?"
The bottle of medicine was preciously stored under the pillow by Miaomiao. He hadn't even opened it before, let alone the effect. She responded vaguely, lifted her eyes and smiled, "It's very useful, thank you, Lord."
She wore a vertical-collared cloak, covering her neck strictly, but Yang Fu didn't care about it. As soon as he lowered his head, he looked at the gauze wrapped around the back of her hand. He took the scarf handed by the maid and asked, "What about your hand?"
Miaomiao lowered her head subconsciously, and quickly hid her hands behind her, "I didn't get very burned last night, it's not a problem."
The servant has already prepared breakfast, Yang Fu is not in a hurry to take a seat, "Let me see."
Miaomiao opened his eyes in surprise, how can this work! If he were to see the scales on his hand, he would be frightened, and he would never want to talk to her again. She shook her head repeatedly, almost crying, "It's really okay, the prince doesn't care about me."
Yang Fu calmly stared at her, staring at Miaomiao, he insisted on seeing her, and finally even asked Cen Yun to come up and remove the gauze. Miaomiao was restrained with both hands, and watched the white yarn open in circles, panicking, "No, no..."
Until the last floor, without any concealment, Miao Miao closed her eyes in fear, waiting for everyone's exclamation and surprise.
However, he was unexpectedly calm, and only after a short while, the four kings' gentle voice sounded, "Why are you lying?"
Miaomiao opened her eyes incomprehensibly, and saw that the back of her hand was smooth. How could there be any silvery white scales? She blinked in disbelief, still not. Excessive tension suddenly relaxes, making her feel a little confused, her nose is full of astringency, and she bluntly said: "Why do you have to watch the prince, because you care about me?"
As soon as she said this, all the maids squeezed a sweat for her, especially Cen Yun wished to take her out immediately. How can anyone talk to the prince like this, is it a long life?
Fortunately, the four kings didn't care about her, they only said quietly: "Since you are a member of my house, it is normal for this king to care about it."
Miaomiao was silent, and she knew that she wanted a lot. She had only wanted to talk to him and could be satisfied, but now she is becoming more and more greedy... her eyes are sore and uncomfortable, as if something overflows her chest. If you don't vent, you will be suffocated.
There were many maids waiting in the room. She quietly exited from behind the crowd, ran out of the room, hid in the gap between the ear chamber and the main room, and choked against the corner of the wall. She covered her eyes and tried her best to keep her tears from falling, but she could still hear the sound of the beads falling on her feet.
Wei Ling said that these are not ordinary beads. They are extremely valuable and precious. Ke Miaomiao thought, she would rather not have beads than be sad.
The water droplets that overflowed from the corners of the eyes condensed in the air and turned into pearls of lustrous color, which rolled off the cheeks, leaving a tear mark on the pink cheeks. The panic from last night to this morning, not seeing Wei Ling's panic, and the troubles and gains and losses towards Yang Fu... all made Miaomiao unable to bear it, so she couldn't help crying secretly.
The tears finally stopped, she stared at a place of pearls blankly, squatted down and silently picked them into the purse, which might be useful in the future.
But after a while, the other courtyard seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes, and the whole house was lively and festive. The door leaf is pasted with white birds playing spring cut flowers, five-color glazed lanterns hung under the eaves, and the maidservants are busy making a slice, and no one is idle.
Miaomiao was still in the wrong place, and stopped the little maid beside him and asked cautiously: "This is...what's wrong?"
The little maid enthusiastically told her, "The four kings used to spend the New Year in the city mansion. I finally stayed in the other courtyard this time. The steward told me to prepare. It's New Year's Eve today, and there is still work to be done in the evening!"
The four kings didn't explain it before coming. The steward thought he would go back today. After all, he would go back to Beijing every Spring Festival. He didn't even think about it but temporarily changed his words and said: "I have been here this year, just arrange it at will, without extravagance."
He said he would not be extravagant, but the manager can't deal with the past simply, he should have no less preparation. The lack of things ordered people to buy in the city, and there was not enough manpower. Even the servants in the backyard used them. It was very busy for a while.
Among these people, it seems that only Miaomiao is the least busy, she can't help anything, she can only watch others busy.
Cen Yun walked over from the corridor, holding a new set of red silk quilt in her arms, and seeing her motionless like a fool, she stuffed her with something in her hand: "Miaomiao, if you are fine, So I replaced the quilt with the prince. I have to go to the front. The prince likes to be flat, remember not to have any wrinkles."
Yan Fu left in a hurry, Miaomiao opened her mouth, she was already walking away.
She has been here for several days, and she has never been to Yang Fu's bedroom. Miaomiao pursed her lips and curled up. She was quite happy with this errand. If she could take the opportunity to hide a piece of his clothes, it would be good to keep thinking about it after ninety days.
The depressed mood just disappeared. Miao Miao happily came to the inner room holding the silk quilt. The smile raised on her lips had not yet recovered, and she looked up at the person standing inside. Yang Fuxing will fasten his belt, and cover him with a black satin woven gold moiré cloak. He looks long, tall and pine, and the end is extremely handsome and golden.
Miaomiao retracted her mind, forced her heart down, her big eyes were bright and dazzling, and she suddenly called out: "Lord."
Yang Fuying said, his eyes fell on the cover sheet she was holding in her arms.