Chapter 81:

Today, the saint after the pilgrimage called him to the back of the palace, and threw a few volumes of picture books in front of him. The first one was a scene of a woman standing gracefully.
The sage and the Queen Wei urged tightly, and they were in a position to set up a marriage for him at the end of this year. Without Jiang Alan, there would be other ladies from the capital, and he couldn't investigate the details of others one by one. Yang Fu is quite a headache. The girl he likes hasn't completely won, but still has to deal with these trivial matters.
Leshan returned from Ruifeng Academy and said in a low voice: "Lu Zhu said that she offended Girl Miaomiao and would like to be punished. There is nothing else."
Ruifengyuan originally had two servants as errands, and the other had returned home from leave not long ago, so only Luzhu was left. The reason was a bit simpler, but the maid was tight-lipped and couldn't ask anything else, so she had to give up.
Yang Fu was looking through the files of the corruption case in Suzhou, and raised his head when he heard the words, "How to offend?"
Leshan recalled carefully, "It seems that he said a few things that shouldn't be said. No one was around at the time. I don't know what happened."
Yang Fulue pondered, "Deliver her to the steward for disposal, and send two other maids to Ruifengyuan."
Leshan should be called when he was about to retreat, "What else does the prince give?"
Yang Fu held up the Yanghao pen, dipped it in the ink, and wrote, "I heard that Chenghuai went to Longzhou to build a flower garden, but what happened?"
"There is such a thing." Leshan said.
The Four Kings and Huo Langjun have many contacts, but they are all in a place where they are not seen and seen. The two have a very close friendship in private. Huo Chuan and Yang Fu met before leaving. Because of this, Leshan pays close attention to the affairs of Longzhou, and regrets inevitably arise when he thinks of those beautiful but unglamorous eyes.
There were only a few lines on a letter, including the names of various officials in Suzhou Prefecture. Yang Fu folded it and put it in an envelope and handed it to Leshan,
It was sealed with fire paint and delivered to Chenghuai without error.

Leshan nodded, "Subordinates take orders."
After that, Yang Fu rubbed his eyebrows, and his face was even more exhausted by the candlestick. He called the maid again, "Is Miaomiao asleep?"
She hasn't been quite right since she came back in the afternoon, and she was absent-minded, saying nothing to her as if she hadn't heard anything. Yang Fu asked her to stay in the room to rest. He went to work in the study, unknowingly night fell, and wondering if she was still asleep at the moment.
The maid yelled, "Tell the lord, Ms. Miao Miao just woke up. She hasn't slept since dinner."
Yang Fu got up and walked out of the study, "What is she doing?"
The maid told the truth, "In a daze."
It was indeed like what she would do, Yang Fu smiled softly, and in a blink of an eye he came to the entrance of the main room of Rongguang Academy. There was a dim oil lamp burning in the room, and the little girl under the lamp held her cheek in a daze, staring at the candle without blinking. There was light shining in her black eyes, but she couldn't make any waves in her eyes.
Yang Fuxing came to the front, stretched out five fingers and shook in front of her eyes, before she returned to her senses, "Master, why are you back?"
"After finishing the official business, he will naturally come back." He sat down aside and smiled with his head tilted.
Miaomiao picked up the pot and poured a cup of tea to him, "You have a cup of tea." Then he sat back in a daze, staring at the front with big glazed eyes, wondering what to think. If it were normal, she would snuggle up eagerly and chatter endlessly, not the silence right now.
If something else happened, she should be anxious, rather than lost. Yang Fu grabbed his eyes, since she went to Ruifeng Academy today, she must have seen Wei Ling...it is related to him?
Feeling uneasy suddenly, he calmly took a sip of tea, "But something happened to Wei Lang?"
Hearing Wei Ling's name, Miaomiao was subconsciously startled and almost jumped up from the embroidered pier. She shook her head in a flustered expression, "No, Wei Ling is fine."
However, this reaction betrayed her, and it didn't look like it was all right. Yang Fuwu's pupil sank, he could guess how much, "Miaomiao, don't think of him in front of this king."
He couldn't do anything about their previous entanglement, the more he minded, the more it was like a poisonous needle, piercing deeply on the apex of his heart, the tingling was not obvious, but the venom spread to every corner. He still can't be sure, who is heavier in her heart, this kind of restless life tortured him here.
Miaomiao's mouth flattened, "Obviously you asked me..."
Under the light, her pretty face faded into two distinct colors, adding a little softness, and there were accusations between her brows and eyes. Suddenly, Yang Fu softened his heart. He couldn't wait to rub her into his arms and carry her everywhere. He was the only one. And he did so, reaching out to fish her up, trapped between his legs, "Today the saint gave me a few pictures, do you know the meaning?"
Miaomiao is not tall, and he usually looks down at him, but now he is a head taller than him, just enough to hold his neck. She was successfully distracted, thinking hard, "Let you paint?"
Yang Fu suppressed her head, and whispered against her forehead: "No, let me choose the future four queens."
Miaomiao couldn't move anymore, her mood suddenly fell, "Don't marry someone else."
She slowly released Yang Fu, trying to escape from his arms. Knowing that these things cannot be avoided, even if she becomes a human, Yang Fu cannot marry her. But she still didn't want to give him his hand. She remembered what Wei Ling had said, raised her eyes and discussed: "You don't want to marry someone, OK?"
With a cautious tone and staring at each of his expressions anxiously, this little girl can always touch his heartstrings easily and melt his heart into one piece. Yang Fu got up and walked out of the room without saying a word, holding her wrist, without giving her a chance to break free.
Miaomiao didn't know, so, "Where is the prince taking me?"
Lanterns hung up under the corridor, and the night watch maid wanted to ask questions, but after seeing the atmosphere of the two, she stopped with interest. Yang Fu took her to the study all the time, opened the mullion door, lit the candlelight with fire folds, and suddenly two long shadows were cast on the wall.
Yang Fu took her to the short couch, "Sit down, don't move."
Miaomiao was confused. After he had come to the case, he spread out a piece of rice paper and raised a pen to observe her eyebrows carefully. Miaomiao finally understood what he was going to do, got up and went over, "You want to draw me?"
Yang Fu's expression was stern, but his tone was very gentle, "Hey, sit back."
Miaomiao sat back on the couch obediently, her eyes glowing with hope, and her lips curled up involuntarily, "Why draw me?"
Yang Fu sent a calm and gentle voice, "If the queen asks again in the future, I can give her this painting."
She held on to the collapsed edge, her smile collapsed, "The queen will be angry, she doesn't like me."
"Why?" Yang Fu sat after the case and dropped a stroke on the rice paper. In fact, he didn't need to look at it. This face was already very familiar, and every expression of her vividly came to mind when she closed her eyes. "Last time she left you in the palace, she praised you."
Miaomiao opened her eyes in surprise, "What do you praise me for?"
Yang Fu said with a smile, "Stubbornly stubborn."
Last time Queen Wei asked her to persuade Yang Fu, but she had no choice but to say all the good things, and she just refused to agree. The Queen of the Guard told Yang Fu about the matter, angrily commenting on her "stubbornness". Yang Fu never told Miaomiao about this, but when she asked about it today, he suddenly remembered it, and deliberately said it to tease her.
Sure enough, Miaomiao didn't understand. Her literacy and hyphenation were at a half-sex level, let alone any profound idioms. "What do you mean?"
With two eyebrows swiping on the paper, Yang Fu's eyes were more gentle, "Say you are smart and sensible."
Miaomiao said, hehe giggled, he remembered this idiom.
She was an unstoppable temperament. After sitting honestly for half an hour, she became anxious. From time to time she poked her head to peek at his paintings. Unfortunately, she could only see a corner of the rice paper. As soon as she moved, Yang Fu whispered, "Are you good?"
At first Miaomiao nodded, "Good."
Later, I was really anxious and shook his head like a rattle, "It's not good or bad. Let me take a look, just look at it, okay?"
Yang Fu raised his eyes, helplessly mixed with a little bit of petting, "Look again after painting."
"What if you make me ugly?" Miao Miao pouted, but sat still in line.
Seeing Yang Fu not speaking, Hui Wei shifted her eyes, deliberately softly asking: "Master, am I beautiful?"
The girl was so upset that she couldn't help others. Yang Fu bent her lips and didn't answer this question. However, if he didn't say anything, Miaomiao kept asking all the time, so much so that her soft voice echoed in the big study.
"Master, am I beautiful?"
"say something."
"why do you ignore me……"
She puffed up her cheeks angrily, stared at the silent person in front of her, and almost quit. After Miaomiao asked again, she was probably overwhelmed by her perseverance, and Yang Fu sighed in a low voice: "Beautiful."
Miaomiao bent her eyes contentedly, not to mention how proud she was, "I know."
In the past, she didn't feel how outstanding she was. Since she became a human, she wandered around in the palace all day, and the eyes attached to her became more and more. Even when she smiled sometimes, the maid blushed and stopped opening, "The girl was born beautifully. If I were a man, I would definitely be fascinated by you."
Only then did Miaomiao know, oh, it turns out that she was born so beautifully.
Two hours later, her portrait was finally finished. Miaomiao couldn't wait to jump up to her, staring at the portrait in Yang Fu's hand, "Let me see!"
The little girl in the painting is sitting on the Maitreya couch with her hands propped on the falling edge, her eyes are smiling, and she quietly stares ahead. The eyebrows are like distant daisies, the lips are like cherries, and the face is like a peach blossom, floating on the scroll, lifelike. Miaomiao looked carefully before him, as if looking at another self in a mirror, "It seems."
As the night is deep, Yang Shuxue presses on the paperweight, "I will find someone to mount it tomorrow, it's not early, go back to sleep."
After sitting for two hours, even after sleeping all afternoon, Miaomiao turned around reluctantly, "Then you have to hang up later."
Yang Fu nodded, "Okay."
She was worried, "Just hang it in the study room. If you are tired from reading every day and take a look at me, you will feel better!"
She would really put gold on her face, and Yang Fu smiled and scratched her nose, "It's better to look at people than to look at a painting, it's better to call you directly."
Miaomiao clutched her nose and whimpered, "What if I'm not here?"
Yang Fu paused, "No."
He will not let her leave, she can only be by his side for the rest of her life.
After escaping for two days, Miaomiao felt that she couldn't go on like this anymore. She had to talk to Wei Ling, otherwise she wouldn't know how to face him in the future. Some words had been brewing in her heart many times, and she was entangled again and again, and that day finally made up her mind to go to Ruifengyuan.
Only when I stepped into the entrance, I felt that something was wrong in the hospital, as if it was not quite the same as when I came the day before yesterday. The maid named Luzhu was not seen in the courtyard. Only two maidservants in pink-blue gowns were carrying water. She hurried to the front, looked at the main room and asked, "Is Wei Ling there?"
The two maids looked at each other and probably recognized her. One of them rubbed his hands and said, "I don't know the girl, Wei Langjun left yesterday."
Miaomiao thought, "Leave?"
She only hesitated for a day, did he leave? But why didn't you tell her before leaving? Miaomiao didn't believe it, and rushed into the house before the two of them could answer. The windows were bright and clean, and the interior was neat and clean, showing no signs of inhabitants.
There was not even a little bit of Wei Ling's shadow, Miao Miao suddenly remembered something, and when she came to the couch and raised the soft pillow, she did not have the sachet. Wei Ling left, he took everything away, except that he didn't tell her.
There was an indescribable uncomfortable feeling in my heart, and the guilt for Wei Ling was a little bit more. She walked out of the room while the two maids were still pestering outside the courtyard. She asked reluctantly, "Where has Wei Ling gone?"
Both of them were at a loss, "Wei Langjun didn't tell the maidservant the itinerary before leaving, and the maidservant did not know."
When she saw the two of them face to face, she didn't know what she thought of, "Why are you? What about her..." It took a long time to remember the name of the maid, "Where is the green bamboo?"
This is a good answer, and she said: "Lu Zhu has been transferred to the backyard by the steward. The girl wants to see her?"
Miaomiao nodded, "Take me to see her."
After two people led the way, she came to the backyard where she was washing clothes and found Green Bamboo in front of rows of clothes. Miaomiao eagerly stepped forward, straight to the point, "Do you know where Wei Ling is?"
Lu Zhu was twisting his clothes and was surprised to see her coming, "Wei Lang Jun?"
After hearing Miaomiao's words clearly, she lowered her head bleakly, "The maidservant doesn't know..."
How could she know that she was just a maid, how could he tell her whereabouts. Lian Wei Ling has left, she only knows now. Miao Miao was really ill and went to the doctor. Seeing that she didn't look like a fake, she didn't continue to struggle, and ran out of the back cover room.
Before passing by a pond, he suddenly realized that he was stupid, and he took out the bloodstone from his chest and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, choosing an unobvious place to hide. She was more nervous than before, and after a long time of brewing, she said softly, "Wei Ling, why are you leaving?"
The bloodstone became hot in her hand, but unfortunately she didn't get a response after waiting for a long time. Miao Miao tried to call out again, "Wei Ling?"
No response.
She was anxious, raised the blood-like stone high under the sun, and shouted Wei Ling several times, "Where are you? Did you leave because of me?"
The sunlight pierced her eyes, and Miaomiao narrowed her eyes, looking at the drop of blood that was constantly flowing in the stone, her nose was sour, and her voice choked without warning. "I still have a lot to say... Are you not going to forgive me? I was so surprised that day, so I couldn't tell you well..."
The words are incoherent, and only she can understand them.
Wei Ling might not be able to hear her over there. She leaned on the tree trunk and sat down blankly, her emotions falling to the bottom.
The painting was framed with scattered flowers and hung in the study, facing Yang Fu's head-up case, and she could see her smiling face as soon as she looked up.
He was checking the letter from Longzhou, and he heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and a figure broke into the study, "Master, do you know Wei Ling is gone?"
Yang Fu put down the letter and looked at her for a while, "I know."
Any movement manager in the mansion will tell him, not to mention that this is not a trivial matter, and Wei Ling's departure is exactly what he allowed. Yesterday I came back late, and there was no time to hear from her ward. I didn't expect the girl to know today. It seems to be very concerned.
Miaomiao felt helpless, and was about to cry in a hurry, "Why didn't you tell me? I...I have nothing to say..."
Yang Fu stared, "What are you talking about?"
If she hadn't heard of it, she ran out of sweat on her forehead, "I can't find him anymore. He didn't pay attention to me when looking for him with a bloodstone... What should I do, what if something happens to Wei Ling?"
Yang Fu held her trembling hands, took the kerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Yesterday the mansion guard escorted him out of the city gate. The official road is very safe. You don't need to worry."
Under his comfort, Miaomiao's mood gradually calmed down, "Then why does he ignore me?"
Yang Fu paused and said, "Perhaps I didn't hear it."
She mumbled, secretly planning to find him again at night.
The weather turned to deep lips, and the weather became hot day by day, and a little movement was full of water. Miaomiao sweated a lot during the day. In the evening, she took a shower without eating dinner. She was so anxious all afternoon that she finally calmed down. Wei Ling is very powerful. He won't have any trouble. He might be angry with her, so he ignored her.
Thinking of this, Miaomiao sighed softly, she must explain to him.
After having dinner, she was resting on the couch, holding the bloodstone in her hands, hesitating, not knowing whether to speak. If he is fine, why ignore her during the day? Is it because he doesn't want to care about her? Then, is she asking him to be boring now?
As he hesitated, Yang Fu had finished washing, he sat down and rubbed her forehead, "There will always be a chance to see each other in the future, there is no need to rush at this moment."
Miaomiao blinked, as if thinking about his words.
There was only one candle lamp left in the room, and the smoked spices came from the cage. Before Miaomiao recovered, he took the bloodstone in his hand and placed it on a table nearby. She reached for it, "Give it back to me."
Helplessly, the hand was too short, and he held the willow waist before reaching it, straddling his waist without warning. She blushed, "What are you doing?"
Four or five days later, it was Lixia, and counting with her fingers, it happened to be the ninetieth day she came to shore.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye. She was extremely afraid of this day. Since she broke away from that maid's body and became a human, this day has not been feared.
Miaomiao used the bloodstone to ask questions every day, but never got a response.
In the past few days, Yang Fu didn't let her go as soon as he was free, probably because he had endured it for a long time before, and he would press her on the bed for an hour or two every night. No matter how Miaomiao can stand it, his legs are sore even when he walks, but he is full of energy after being satisfied, which is the opposite of her.
After finally expecting him to leave for a while, Miaomiao took a bath and came outside the courtyard in a coat, taking the opportunity to relax in the sun.
Just when she was about to go back, she felt the stone in her chest hot, and she quickly took out to check it, the blood stone exuded a red light. She held it to her in a hurry, and said anxiously, "Wei Ling?"
There was a little noisy over there, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water. After the rustling voice, it was not Wei Ling, "Are you Miaomiao?"
He sounds like an old man, his voice is slightly hoarse, calm and gentle.
Miaomiao stagnated, "Who are you, where is Wei Ling?"
"He was in the East China Sea. I gave you the medicine that you used to become a human last time." He was obviously old, but his tone sounded tough, "You and I have some connections."
So... he is the old man of Donghai?
Miaomiao suddenly became respectful, holding the bloodstone with a solemn expression, "Grandpa, I am very grateful to you, but I have never had a chance to tell you." She scratched her cheek, and then asked, "Why is Wei Ling here with you? Then? Why does he ignore me these days?"
However, the old man's next sentence made her freeze suddenly-
"He's dead soon, he came to see me on his deathbed. He's in a coma right now."
Miaomiao was stunned, and her tone trembled when she spoke again, "What...what did you say?"
The other party let out a long sigh: "His body is about to die. I guess he won't be able to hold it for long.
Miaomiao is like a clay sculpture, the spring breeze blows on her body, but it brings a deep chill from her head to her feet.
Wei Ling is out? Is he dying, but wasn't it okay to meet the other day? The doctor also came to check, saying that he is not a big problem, just raise it well.
Why is it so short?
Miaomiao's throat was dry, and she couldn't speak many times before she swallowed and swallowed, and then she could only say, "Why?"
The old man looked down at the people on the stone bed. Although he warned him several times not to tell the truth, he was going to die. If he didn't say he was going to take him to the Yin Cao Netherworld?
Without a response from him, Miaomiao was afraid that he would cut off contact suddenly, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Wei Ling? Please tell me..."
After some consideration, the other party said: "He originally had an old wound on his body, which was left by his visit to the East China Sea two months ago to collect medicine. Afterwards, he came back and asked me for a pill that could become human. , I have not succeeded in refining the medicine for decades, but he insisted on taking it away. In order to increase the chance of success, he abruptly gave up his cultivation base for decades, and now he’s injured, I’m afraid he’s powerless to recover. ."
Miaomiao only felt a roar in her brain, and she leaned down and shrank into a ball, and couldn't stop shaking slightly.
It turned out that there was no medicine to become a human being, but Wei Ling gave her his cultivation skills in order to perfect her. Now she got her wish, but Wei Ling was dying.