90 Days of Spring: Day 25

The car was silent, they shuttled through the busy city, their ears were filled with yelling one after another, and gradually drifted away, leaving only a silence in the end. In the setting sun at the western edge of the sky, molten gold penetrated the window and landed on Miaomiao’s side face. Half of the little maid’s body was covered with orange light, and even the hair on her temples could be seen clearly.

Yang Fu thought about it, and it seemed that he had said something similar.

At that time, Miaomiao had only come to serve him for a few days, and the little maid looked at him expectantly and asked him if he liked her. How did he answer at that time?

He said that he had no feelings for her. At that time, he only thought of her as a girl.

Indeed, how could he have thought that after twenty days, he would be so devoted to her. When she fell into the river, he felt palpitations for a moment. Everyone else said that she had no chance of surviving, but he didn’t believe it, and ordered people to salvage her over and over again. What was he thinking at that time?

Fear and uneasiness came one after another, and a feeling he hadn’t experienced for a long time came to his heart. He had long since cared more than that simple about this little girl. That’s why when she reappeared, he uncontrollably hugged her into his arms, and lived in the same room with her regardless of everyone’s criticism.

Yang Fu raised his hand to cover the wavering in his eyes, and was about to speak, Wei Ling had already rode up to him, “Liu Shui?”

The sound broke the deadlock, and Miaomiao’s heart sank little by little, unable to conceal her loss. She cleared up her mood, turned her head and smiled at Wei Ling, “I just want to ask, do you have a place to live in the capital?”

Wei Ling thought for a while, then raised her lips and said with a smile: “No.”

“Then…” Miaomiao was in trouble. At this time, she didn’t know that there was an inn talking about it. She couldn’t watch Wei Ling sleep on the street, “What should I do…” She was so anxious that she racked her brains Can’t think of a perfect solution either. In fact, there is one, just to beg Yang Fu. With his attitude just now, he undoubtedly rejected her again, how could she open her mouth, she could only hold it in her heart.

As if she thought she was not in a hurry, Wei Ling added disapprovingly: “What can I do? When I came here, I saw a ruined temple outside the city. It is not impossible for me to borrow there.”

Miaomiao thought for a while: “How can you live in that kind of place!”

At this time, Le Shan, who was acting as a coachman, came up with an idea, “A year ago, I heard that there was a vacancy under the management of the mansion, who was in charge of the purchase of the mansion. I don’t know if I still need someone. You can ask the prince, if the prince I agree with you to stay, and you can live in the house in the future.”

This sentence undoubtedly paved the way for Miaomiao. She took advantage of the opportunity to look at Yang Fu who was sitting upright in the carriage, and repeated after deliberation: “My lord, is it okay?”

Yang Fu raised his eyes, only a Qinghai Cong could be seen outside the curtain, but not the person on the horseback. He had no expression on his face, “It’s not impossible. Since he is Miaomiao’s benefactor, I should thank you.”

Miaomiao got what she wanted, and she is sincerely grateful: “Thank you, my lord.”

Yang Fu couldn’t help but look at her squarely, his happiness didn’t seem fake. For other people’s affairs, she can also be so happy. I don’t know if it is because of kindness or other reasons.

“The steward will explain the matter of monthly money and work, as long as you fulfill your duties, be steadfast and diligent, the family will not treat you badly.” Yang Fu said lightly.

Wei Ling got off her horse, clasped her fists in thanks and said, “Thank you, my lord, for your kindness.”

Looking up and meeting Miaomiao’s gaze, she was winking at him happily, as if saying: We can live in the same house again!

Wei Ling smiled lightly, she is really a silly girl with a simple mind.

*

The carriage passes through the busiest main street and turns into Ling’an Lane to the east. This is the best location in the capital, separated from the busy city by the Quqing River, cut off the noise, surrounded by water sources, quiet and comfortable. Most of the people living on the street are nobles from the capital, from the Zanying family, ordinary people dare not go in and out at will.

The carriage drove slowly across the stone arch bridge, and the two willow trees were shaded, and the jasper buds were pulled out from the branches, swaying with the wind. The warm morning glow shone on the roof of the carriage shed, casting mottled shadows on the ground, and gradually drove to the depths of the street.

When the steward learned that the four kings were returning to the mansion today, they had already led their maids and servants to wait at the door. They had been waiting for four or five hours since the morning.

Seeing the chariots and horses in the distance, I hurriedly asked someone to prepare a footstool. When the carriage came to the front, a person came down from the curtain, wearing a dark blue plum blossom bee and butterfly robe, elegant and elegant, with a graceful demeanor, no doubt it was the Four Kings. Officer Zhao of the palace was about to step forward when he saw a pair of small white hands protruding from behind, and then the head of a little maid. She turned her head and looked this way, as if startled by the situation at the door, she was stunned for a while, then lowered her head He cautiously followed behind the four kings.

The steward came to his senses and went forward to greet him: “Your Highness is back, the house is ready, would you like to eat first or rest for a while?”

Yang Fu stepped into the mansion: “I will have dinner later, I have something to explain.”

Butler Zhao should have sent a maid to the main hall to prepare tea, and he walked behind him, “My lord, these two are…”

In addition to Leshan Leshui, the prince brought back two other people, a man and a woman. The girl is a maid in disguise, and just now she took the same car with the prince, he has been with the four kings for many years, how could he not know that he doesn’t like to ride in the same car with others. That’s why I’m curious now, I don’t know what the origin of this little girl is.

Yang Fu followed the sound and saw that Miaomiao was staring at the scene in the mansion, her big eyes were turning around non-stop. He called: “Miaomiao.”

Hearing the sound, Miaomiao withdrew her thoughts and looked back with a smile: “What is your order?”

Yang Fu introduced Zhao Guang to her, “This is the steward of the mansion. He will arrange your future work in a while.” After saying that, he looked at Zhao Guang, introduced her and Wei Ling, paused, deliberately Order: “Usually don’t make it difficult for her.”

The steward has been in the palace for so many years, how can he not know how to observe words and expressions, and even if he has an epiphany, “Don’t worry, my lord, leave everything to the villain.”

Yang Fu nodded, turned around to enter the room, but his sleeve was pinched by a hand. Looking back, Miaomiao was looking at him sadly: “My lord doesn’t want me to serve you?”

She thought that when she arrived at the palace, she would be able to serve him personally, but when she heard him talking to the steward just now, it clearly meant that she was going to be assigned elsewhere. In such a big palace, if you don’t work as a maid by his side, you can’t see him every day, so what’s the point of her coming to the capital?

Zhao Guang was frightened half to death when he saw this situation, and reprimanded Miaomiao in a low voice: “Don’t be presumptuous to the prince!”

Miaomiao stared at Yang Fu vigilantly as if she had never heard of it.

Just now in the carriage she asked rashly, but since then his attitude has changed, as if deliberately keeping a distance from her. It’s the same last time, if he doesn’t like it, she just doesn’t ask in the future, can you not push her away?

Yang Fu was stunned by these eyes and was speechless.

It’s not that he doesn’t want her to serve him, but that his heart is in a state of confusion, and he often thinks of her words. He just wants to think about it calmly.

Seeing that the prince was silent, Zhao Guang thought he was angry, and quickly opened Miaomiao’s fingers that were holding her sleeve. This little girl was very stubborn, and it took a lot of effort to break open one by one, “Go, I’ll let you arrange work for you, don’t stick around here.” She called a servant from the corridor and signaled Take them both away.

Miaomiao took two steps, turned to look at Yang Fu, he was still in the same posture, he didn’t say anything to stop him, he didn’t even say a word to her.

Before coming to the capital, she was fine. Yesterday at the pier, she clearly felt his affection, which was continuously conveyed to her through his broad chest. Could it be that she was thinking too much?

Miaomiao walked forward in a daze, and it took a long time to notice that there was another person beside her. Wei Ling stared straight ahead expressionlessly, her lips pursed into a line, especially displeased.

She sniffed, “Wei Ling, I’m a little sad.”

Wei Ling didn’t even turn her head, “It serves you right.”

He always liked to ridicule her, and he said ruthless words, but he actually treated her in every possible way. Miaomiao has always known that this is Wei Ling’s way of caring for her, but now she still can’t help being wronged, her nose is sore, and her eyes are steamy, “I suddenly don’t know… what should I do in the future, Wei Ling, what should I do?” …”

Hearing someone sigh in a trance, Wei Ling stopped, took her into his arms gently, covered her eyes with one hand, “Don’t cry.”

Miaomiao had no choice but to hold back, biting her lower lip with her teeth until her pink lip was about to bleed.

The servant beside him looked away in embarrassment, covered his lips and let out a low cough, signaling the two to restrain themselves.

There is no decree in the mansion that maidservants and servants are not allowed to communicate with each other, so several couples secretly communicated with each other, but there are really few such blatantly.

*

There is a garden in the backyard of the Prince’s Mansion. It is a Xifu Begonia planted many years ago, and it has been neglected for a long time. The fourth king didn’t like to come here, so he asked Zhao Guang to find a time to remove all the trees and plant other trees instead. It’s a pity for Zhao Guang to look at it. Every early spring, pink and white petals bloom here all over the courtyard, and the scenery is beautiful, so he has been reluctant to let people do it.

Just when Miaomiao came, Zhao Guang mentioned the matter to the prince, and the prince let go, “She will take care of it from then on.”

So Miaomiao has spent most of her time in the garden these days. This job looks easy, but it is actually very hard work. She didn’t know how to cultivate plants, she couldn’t do it at the beginning, she was so busy that she didn’t even have time to think about Yang Fu.

Wei Ling works in the warehouse and is responsible for purchasing the necessary supplies for the house. She only leaves the house every few days, which is much more leisurely than her. Therefore, every time he came back from outside the mansion, he would bring back some methods of cultivating plants for Miaomiao to learn from. After three days, she had done a lot of things, the begonias in the yard were in full bloom, clustered in clusters on the top of her head, the pink was gorgeous, and it was too beautiful to behold.

Miaomiao hadn’t seen Yang Fu for several days, her lost mood eased a lot that day, and she regained her vitality again.

Anyway, time is limited, and she can enjoy it every day.

Miaomiao sat under the tree, looking up at the petals falling from the tree, she suddenly thought: “Wei Ling, you have been to so many places, have you never liked anyone?”

Wei Ling leaned against the tree trunk, froze when she heard the words, and lowered her head to meet her clear eyes: “No.”

Miaomiao snorted, “Why?”

Wei Ling took the petals off her forehead, and said after a while, “It doesn’t catch your eye.”

She burst out laughing, probably because her neck was sore from lifting, she lowered her head and rubbed it, her voice was still smiling, “Then what kind can catch your eyes?”

Miaomiao lowered her head, so she didn’t see Wei Ling’s eyes, and her image was reflected in her dark eyes.

The fence of Haitang Courtyard was pushed open, and a tall and tall figure stood at the door.

Yang Fu looked at the two people who looked at each other and smiled under the tree. In just a few days, their relationship seemed to be much closer.