Chapter 65:

Hearing the sound, everyone in the house retreated, even the doctor was no exception. The purple-clothed maid took the medicine and placed it carefully on the Zhu Qinan wooden table. When she walked to the side of Miaomiao, she secretly glanced at her curiously.
Previously, a girl was moved into the Rongguang Academy, and the four kings hid them tightly, preventing anyone from seeing it. After seeing her today, the prince was uncharacteristically, only she was left in his eyes, could it be the one in front of him?
She has a beautiful appearance, and she can only be called graceful, but she is not very outstanding. Only a pair of eyes are clear and bright, like stars in the sky, shining brightly. The pine-colored double-breasted blouse was stained with dust, and the hem of the skirt was wrinkled, like a dog that had just been fished out of the mud, both embarrassed and pitiful.
Miaomiao also knew that she was dirty, and she hadn't taken care of cleaning up these days, so she was naturally embarrassed to step forward. What's more, Yang Fu looked at her like a cannibalistic eye, she hesitated in place, "I heard from Big Brother Le Shui that the prince hasn't had a good time these days."
Yang Fu remained unmoved and waited for her to follow up.
Miaomiao pursed her lips, and became even more nervous, "Last time I was not good...it made the prince angry, I...I am sorry for the prince..."
Yang Fu finally spoke out, "How do you plan to compensate?"
She plucked up the courage, "Leave it at the disposal of the prince."
This condition is very tempting. Yang Fu stared at her for a moment and said: "Come here a little bit, stand so far away, this king can't see the slightest sincerity."
Miaomiao stepped forward, unable to ignore the medicine bowl on the table and the appearance of his lingering sick bed, "What happened to the prince?"
She finally came to the front, Yang Fu's complexion was slightly relaxed, but her tone was still cold, "I didn't fall during the trip, so I need to stay in bed for a few days."
He covered up the facts lightly, and Geyin didn't want to let her know, let alone trouble her. He had promised her that he wanted to marry her alone. Now that the matter has not been resolved, it will not help to say it, it is better to hide it from her and let her continue to live happily.
Not only that, Yang Fu also instructed Leshan to keep everyone in the house tight-lipped. If only a few words are leaked, they will be severely punished.
Only halfway through the application of medicine, the talented man was kicked out by him. The trousers of his legs were rolled up to his knees, and he saw bruises and purple on both knees, which was quite shocking. He is a distinguished person, and he is rarely bumped or bumped. He has never suffered such a serious injury. After seeing it, Miaomiao felt distressed and said in a muffled voice: "How did you fall like this?"
It seemed that he was stupid.
Yang Fu raised his eyes and smiled, "There is no one beside me to take care of, so I ended up like this."
Miaomiao was choked and was speechless. Is he blaming her for taking care of Wei Ling, not taking care of him? He really hadn't calmed down yet, Miaomiao thought with annoyance, and he seemed to be quite angry.
But he was an injury after all, and Miaomiao did not refute, silently accepting his harshness.
Of course she has to show good at this time. Her head is not dull. She took the ointment left by the doctor, knelt down and sat on the pedals, her eyelids half converging and obediently said: "I will give the king the medicine, and I will take care of it later. Lord."
One wall said and one wall pulled off the soft plug, poured out a little creamy ointment on the palm of his hand, and slowly rubbed it on his bruise. She moved very softly, with a little skill, wrapped around her small soft hands, which were many times stronger than the rough hands of the doctor.
Miaomiao felt guilty in her heart and lacked confidence, so she has been conscientiously administering medicine to him. It is full of curiosity, "Does it hurt?"
Yang Fu constricted his eyes and kept looking at her small face, "Why come back?"
She moved for a while, but she didn't control the strength of her hands, and pressed her strength a little bit more, and quickly raised her head in panic, "I'm not..."
Yang Fu insisted on asking: "Why come back and why don't you go with him?"
His eyebrows were frowned deeply, he didn't know whether it was hurt by her or he was in a bad mood.
Miaomiao stunned and said: "Because Wei..." She wanted to say that Wei Ling's injury was healed. She originally only planned to take care of him to heal. Now he is all right. Of course she has to go back to Beijing to find him. However, the word "Wei Ling" hadn't been uttered yet, and Yang Fu's expression darkened, and he quickly changed his words: "Because I miss the prince!"
These words are a life-saving talisman, try a hundred spirits. Seeing his brows eased, his thin lips raised slightly, "How much do you want to?"
Miaomiao thought for a while, opened her arms around his waist, and buried his dirty little head on his stomach, "I really want to, I think so."
Yang Fu was hit by her a little later, and he was smiling for a while, and the gloomy mood for the past few days was clear and clear.
After giving him medicine, Miaomiao fed him a bowl of medicine again. It can be said that he was caring and did not omit the slightest.
She has been very comfortable with taking care of two patients in a row these days. But this little experience, she naturally did not dare to share with Yang Fu, lest she finally cheered him up and beat him back to his original form in one sentence.
Miaomiao looked at the bruises on his knees, and the more he looked at it, the more distressed he became, "How did he fall? How could he fall like this?"
It has been two or three days since Yang Fu said, but it still looks serious, and it is hard to imagine what it looked like when he was injured. She carefully put down her trousers, for fear that Yang Fu would be uncomfortable, she put a pillow behind him.
Yang Fu didn't want to say more, he just said briefly and concisely: "Why don't you do it, it will take a few days to cultivate."
Miaomiao covered him with red eyes, "Why didn't the prince let people tell me?" During the few days she was in the villa, she had never heard anything from him, let alone the injury. She didn't know about it until today, so she inevitably felt guilty.
Yang Fu raised his hand and touched the corner of her eye, and suddenly remembered that night in the villa, she was crying in his arms with her real body, which was thrilling and thrilling. Now in such a comparison, there is a huge difference between the two faces. He bent his lips, "Tell you what, will you leave him behind?"
Miaomiao thought for a while. It was indeed a difficult choice. She remained silent, showing distress.
Even though she guessed that she would hesitate, Yang Fu was still suffocated and grabbed her wrist on the couch, "Miaomiao, tell this king, will you?"
Miaomiao was forced to meet his gaze, like a lamb driven to a desperate situation, panicked, "I, I will..."
Wei Ling was almost healed when he was injured, and she would choose to return to Beijing to take care of him.
This answer obviously made Yang Fu loose, and put his hands around her waist and carried them into his arms. The little girl fell limply in his arms, he had been thinking about it for many days, and finally held her in his arms.
Yang Fuqing couldn't help leaning over and almost kissed her lips. Suddenly remembering something, he got up and looked at her seriously for a moment, "You said before that the owner of this body is already dead?"
Miao Miao uttered a loud voice, but did not respond, "Yes, she died when I tried to save her."
So... he touched a corpse and touched it many times...
Yang Fu let go of her, couldn't help but knead his eyebrows, his forehead twitched, "Return to your original appearance."
Miaomiao said incomprehensibly, "Why?"
In broad daylight, what if she becomes a shark and scares others? Besides, there would be no legs, and walking was very inconvenient. Why did the prince ask him so?
However, Yang Fu dispelled all her doubts with a single sentence: "Ugly, I can't speak."
Miaomiao screamed and touched his face in surprise. Could it be that such a big change has been made these days? Before the prince kissed her, I didn't see how disgusted it was.
Then he muttered in a low voice: "Princes weren't ugly before..."
Although the voice was small, it floated into Yang Fu's ears, and he laughed silently without explaining.
He didn't know the truth before, thinking that the person in front of him was all her. It just happened that one day he saw another her, with a fairy and a country look, exquisite and exquisite, how could there not be a beautiful thought. What's more, that's the real her. In the depths of love, she has never seen her true appearance, but that person has seen her thousands of times, so he doesn't care.
After a few days of hard life, coupled with the hard work on the road, Miaomiao fell asleep by Yang Fu's bed. She was so tired that she didn't even feel when she was taken to bed by Yang Fu. She had a solid sleep, and when she woke up, it was dusk.
The room was ignorant, only a white porcelain lamp was burning on the case. She suddenly sat up from the bed and saw Yang Fu lying half-lying on the side of the bed. Seeing this, she put down her papers and asked: "Have you had a nightmare?"
Miaomiao nodded, and indeed had a weird dream, in which she was lying on the bed, stiff and unable to move. Not only that, many skins and flesh were festering, and her other body was watching from the side, unable to do anything. The scene really frightened her, even if she woke up for a long time, she still couldn't get over her.
Yang Fu probed her forehead and wiped her sweat from her forehead. "Dreams and reality are often opposites. Don't be afraid."
Miao Miaomu nodded his head, trying to get out of bed over him, but after a while, he still didn't feel his legs. She was taken aback, remembering her dream, and she immediately cried in her voice: "Master, I am going to die..."
Yang Fu couldn't laugh or cry, "What kind of nonsense?"
She squeezed his sleeve tightly, as if clutching a straw, "Really, my legs can't move...just like that in my dream..."
When the words were finished, one leg was lifted up to him, almost pressing his knee injury.
Miaomiao blinked, "Huh?"
He said and flicked twice, seeing a good one, and then burst into laughter, "It's okay."
Yang Fu looked helpless, his eyes softened, "Perhaps he was sleeping, and he would be fine when he got up and walked around for two times. I was afraid of this."
Miaomiao was embarrassed in front of him, he smiled, and touched his cheek suddenly, "I'm afraid of death."
Since it was all right, she didn't dare to stay in bed again, and a maid would arrange dinner for a while, and it would not be great if she let them see it.
Miaomiao helped Yang Fu get out of bed and came to the table. Because of his injuries, the dinner is mostly light ingredients, even though there is a maid beside him, he still wants Miaomiao to serve him personally.
Miaomiao didn't think there was anything, and brought a spoonful of fried shrimp to the plate, "The prince eats more, the injury will heal quickly."
Yang Fu raised the chopsticks, but didn't ask what he wanted to ask.
In the villa, do you take care of another person in this way? He couldn't care less, as long as he thought of the other party, he felt like a throat.
After eating, Miaomiao wanted to go back to Wutong Pavilion to clean up, and stop by to take a bath in the bath. Unexpectedly, Yang Fu called him, "My king will go too."
Miaomiao opened his eyes wide, "What is the prince going to do?"
He didn't change his face, "Because of a leg injury, this king hasn't bathed in two days. Only you have a bath in the house. What do you think this king is going to do?"
Fortunately, at this time, the maids are all going down to remove the dishes. If someone hears these words that are not ashamed or embarrassing, Miao Miao is really shameless. Without thinking about it, she stepped forward and covered Yang Fu's mouth, "Please don't say it."
Yang Fu smiled in his eyes, and Wei did not speak any more.
But it does not mean that she has escaped. With his inconvenience in his legs, Leshan pushed in a sandalwood wheelchair and helped him sit on top, "Master Wang, be careful."
Miaomiao followed them all the way to Wutong Pavilion, all the way to the door of Mushi, Yang Fuping withdrew from Leshan and the other two maids, "Retreat, you can't enter without the king's instructions."
Leshan lowered his head, unable to see his expression, "Yes."
The other two maids also obediently guarded from a distance.
Miaomiao had nowhere to put her hands and feet, "I, I'm leaving too..."
"Come back." Yang Fu said softly, "Push Ben Wang in."
When he called, Miaomiao's legs stayed on the spot. There was no way, so she had to push him into the room. The temperature of the bath water was just right, warm and warm, braving the mist and curling in.
The two were silent by the pool, and Yang Fu slowly said, "Miaomiao, this king is here to take a bath."
Miaomiao woke up like a dream, and asked in a panic: "What do the king and the prince want me to do?"
Yang Fu looked at her and asked with a smile: "What do you think?"
Even if she wanted to pretend to be confused, she couldn't do it at all. He bowed his head and walked to him, half-kneeling in front of him, untied his clothes, fading down to his body, leaving a pair of white pants, "This, that's all right."
Yang Fu stopped, "Not good."
That is to take off? Miao Miao flushed her face, becoming more pink under the steaming heat, closed her eyes and untied her trousers casually, pulled her trousers off, and stood up hurriedly. After being a human for two months, she knows some of the differences between men and women, and that place is ashamed. Although she is embarrassed, she is a little curious after all, wanting to see the difference with fish.
Yang Fu put his hand on her shoulder, "Help the king into the water."
Miaomiao resignedly supported him, slowly drove him into the water, lowered his head and inadvertently glanced there, as if he was burnt in his sight, and the roots of his ears were red and soft.
Ok... weird... not the same as the fish...
Miaomiao quickly turned away from her eyes until she helped him sit in the bath, and then he was relieved and finally done. When I wanted to get out, I was surprised that I was immersed in water.
Yang Fu touched her soft ears, "Miaomiao, what do you see?"
He didn't ask her why she blushed, but asked what she saw, obviously to induce her.
Sure enough, Miaomiao was fooled, "I didn't see anything."
How do you know that the answer is too fast, but it is even more guilty. Yang Fu chuckled, without exposing it.
He had seen the original body anyway, and squeezed in the tub together to wash. Miaomiao didn't worry much at this time, and simply took a bath with him. She delicately ordered: "The prince close your eyes and don't look."
Seeing Yang Fu closing her eyes, she was relieved, bent over and dived into the water flexibly, and walked a small half circle downstream.
After about a quarter of an hour, she dived out of the water again, her black hair and snow skin, crystal clear, as if she was stunning in the world. Her slick eyes were shining with water, and she blinked softly, the stream shining.
She looked up and happened to meet Yang Fu's deep eyes.