90 Days of Spring - Chapter 78

“The prince said that you were resting yesterday, so I didn’t come to disturb you.” Miaomiao pushed him to one side of the couch, looked down at his face, and looked a little haggard. “You are really okay. Why don’t I go to the doctor? Take a look?”

Wei Ling leaned on the couch and raised her lips in disapproval, “It’s really okay, don’t make a fuss.”

But Miaomiao is still not at ease. He obviously took a day off yesterday. Why is it still like this today? Doubts in her mind, no matter how she asked him, she said it was okay, so she had no choice but to give up, thinking about asking a doctor secretly for diagnosis after going back. To avoid interrupting him to rest, and fearing that Yang Fu would discover her whereabouts, she hurriedly ordered a few words before leaving.

“Then you lie down first, if something happens, then someone will call me…” Miaomiao was about to leave, when he was holding her wrist, “Wei Ling?”

Wei Ling shook her hand and released it just right, “What are your plans?”

Miaomiao knew what he meant. She is different now. She can stand beside Yang Fu justifiably, but is it so easy? Yang Fu is the fourth prince of the dynasty. She is unknown. How can she be worthy of him? Not to mention, the Jiang Alan in Empress Wei’s appearance is enough to have a headache.

She looked down at the crimson pomegranate dress, which contained a pair of genuine long legs, which she finally obtained after a long time.

Miaomiao said, “Even if there is no name and no score…”

Before she finished speaking, she heard Wei Ling sneer, she raised her eyes in annoyance, “What are you laughing at?”

This girl is so stupid, she won’t be able to educate her. Wei Ling relentlessly exposes her delusion, “You are willing to accompany him namelessly. If Jiang Alan enters the Four Palaces in the future, she sees Will you be able to tolerate you? Then she and the queen will suppress you together. With Yang Fu’s love for you alone, you think you can retreat?”

Miao Miao pursed his lips, was silenced, and agreed with him. “Then, what do you say? Do you ask him to make me a concubine?”

Wei Ling raised her eyebrows, “Why not?”

He pulled the grown-up girl, with a beautiful appearance, clean and innocent, except for a little stupid, but fortunately the ruts were teachable, so it was really cheap for the other party.

Miaomiao opened her mouth in surprise, “What are you talking about?”

He poured into her ears word for word, “Miaomiao, unless he makes you a princess, he will follow me.”

Miaomiao froze in place, still not digesting his words.

Although she didn’t want Yang Fu to marry someone else as his wife, Xiao never thought about the position of the Fourth Queen. She knew her identity and just wanted to stay with Yang Fu. However, Jing Weiling reminded her that she suddenly came back to her senses. Sooner or later, Yang Fu was about to stand up to her concubine. Empress Wei and the saint were pressed together. It was not Jiang Alan but someone else. What would she do?

Miaomiao was at a loss. He kept running away from undesirable problems and was broken by him, and hit his mind like a spring.

“I’ll think about it…” She slammed her left foot back and hit the five-pointed red sandalwood embroidered pier on the side, but she didn’t even have time to help. “You take a good rest, I will see you when I have time.”

After that, he turned and rushed out of the room, but his thoughts were disturbed by his words.

Standing outside Linghuamen was the maid in plain gown with a saucer in her hand, and when she came out, she bowed slightly, “The girl is walking slowly.”

Miaomiao tilted her head to look at her, always feeling that she had been standing here for a long time, but because of something else in her heart, she didn’t think deeply and walked past.

I wasted time for a stick of incense at Ruifengyuan, and because I took the wrong place on the way, it was the end of the hour when I returned to Rongguangyuan.

The courtyard is silent, and you don’t have to think about what is going on in the main room. Miaomiao put his thoughts away and walked quickly to the door. Seeing that Yang Fu was sitting on the Eight Immortals chair, sipping tea without expression.

Miao Miao squeezed her skirt tightly, and came to Yang Fu slowly against the attention of the maids on the left and right, “Master.”

Yang Fu heard it, and then raised his eyes for a while, “Where did he go?”

Since he fainted in the Qingxi Hall last time and injured his knees, the saint allowed him to take a month off, so he could live and heal his injuries at the house, so he didn’t have to go to court early. Today, I woke up half an hour earlier than usual. I didn’t know if I opened my eyes and still didn’t see her. I asked the next person, and the answer was “Lady Miao Miao said that she would go to the house for a turn, and she will be back later.”

Go to the house for a turn? There is no need to think about where she can go, but he wants to ask, just to hear her personally.

Miaomiao hesitated for a while, feeling that there was nothing to hide, “I went to see Wei Ling at Ruifengyuan.”

Yang Fu put down the colorful flower pattern cup, “Why don’t this king say it?”

She squashed her mouth, “Say, you don’t agree.”

It is precisely because I told him, but every time he changed the subject lightly, didn’t he think she knew? He didn’t want her to see Wei Ling, but how could it be possible? She couldn’t ignore Wei Ling anything she said.

Yang Fu was slightly stagnant, his complexion slowly, “I wanted to wait for everything to settle down before letting you see him.”

Miaomiao tilted his head, “What is stability?”

She looked ignorant and stood a few steps away looking at him inexplicably. The big autumn-scented sleeved shirt wraps her in a slim figure, with hibiscus jade face and slender willow waist, which makes the maidservant in the room eclipsed. It is a well-deserved color.

If the queen saw her, she would never say that her appearance was salt-free, because she couldn’t really fault her face. But how could it be so simple, besides there are many problems that lie between them, without Jiang Alan, Queen Wei will continue to choose other ladies of the family. He can’t give her any status at the moment, and Gein will wrong her except for that position. He once said that she will not be wronged.

So before that, he didn’t dare to let her contact Wei Ling too much, that person was not a threat all the time.

Recently, the saint is very dissatisfied with the prince, and there are many remarks against him in the DPRK. If there is another major event, I am afraid that Yang Chen’s position as the prince will not be guaranteed. It’s a pity that he is now restrained by the saint in disguise, and every move is under his control. He can’t be too obvious, he has to wait for the right time.

The day before yesterday, Yang Ting sent news that the Sixth King Yang Qin had close contacts with several important officials in the DPRK in private, fearing that he wanted to win people’s hearts. He is not the only one who covets the Golden Dragon Throne, and his sixth brother is also very ambitious and unwilling to be left behind. What’s more, the saint and the queen Wei loved him very much. If Yang Chen’s position as prince was really abolished, there would be a dispute between him and Yang Qin.

Yang Fu stretched out his hand and pressed the little girl to his lap, “Naturally it is a family and a business, and the world will be settled.”

There are words in the words that ordinary people do not understand.

Miaomiao was one of them. She pondered for a moment and remembered what Wei Ling had said to her this morning, and she suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Is the prince getting a wife? Do you marry Jiang Alan?

Seeing that she was not speaking, he lifted her sharp chin, “Go see him again in the future, and remember to tell me that I will accompany you.”

Miaomiao nodded absentmindedly, and suddenly awakened, “Will the prince ask the doctor to show Wei Ling, he doesn’t seem to be well, I’m worried that he is sick.”

Yang Fu paused, “Are you sure?”

She nodded, thinking that she could not read it wrong. After the two have lived together for so many years, she knows any changes in him. It’s a pity that as long as Wei Ling doesn’t want to say, she can’t ask what is going on, so she can only ask her doctor to check it.

Yang Fu recruited the servants and asked her to ask the doctor who was often used in the mansion, and said: “Go and return quickly.”

Miao Miao couldn’t wait for a moment, so he dragged him and walked out, “Then let’s go to Ruifengyuan first. The doctor will be there in a while.”

After walking for two steps without moving, he looked back and saw that Yang Fu was still where he was, “Master?”

He said: “No hurry, this king hasn’t eaten yet.”

She woke up like a dream, and when she remembered, she hadn’t eaten yet, and she felt hungry just now.

After the meal was passed on, Table Mountain successively set up seven or eight meals, and the breakfast was mostly light and refreshing. There are blanched shrimps and steamed buns with crab, as well as a plate of assorted buns and a plate of five-color cakes, and a bowl of sweet-scented sweet-scented dumplings for her.

Miaomiao likes to eat duck shortbread biscuits. The mouth is fragrant and crispy, and the fragrance remains. However, she had a poor appetite today. She only took a bite and then stopped eating. She held her stomach and quietly drank the bowl of glutinous rice **** in front of her.

As soon as I sat down, I felt discomfort in my abdomen, some tingling pain. At first, it was like a needle sticking to the flesh, but gradually it became more and more painful. She curled her eyebrows, thinking she had eaten her stomach, so she didn’t mention it to Yang Fu. Halfway through the meal, there was even a feeling of dampness from below, she fell limply on the round table, and finally let out a low whistle.

She kept bowing her head and said nothing. Yang Fu didn’t notice her movement. Only then did she notice something wrong. He held her shoulders into his arms, and saw her face pale, and she couldn’t help being surprised: “Miaomiao!”

Miaomiao clutched her lower abdomen and groaned, “It hurts…”

Yang Fu suddenly changed his face, hugged her flat on the couch, and asked the next person with a calm face: “Where is the doctor? Is the doctor who just summoned here?”

The maid said tremblingly: “My lord, I should be on the way here, I’m almost here.”

On the couch, Miaomiao turned to one side, her body curled into a ball, her black hair covering most of her face, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, looking at Chu Chu pitifully.

Yang Fu sat down on the collapsed edge, holding her hand tightly, “Go and urge him to hurry!”

It was just fine, why did it happen all of a sudden? He pulled the hair away from her face, and his heart grew anxious.

“Miaomiao, tell me where it hurts?”

Miaomiao whispered, “Tummy hurts…” Not only that, there was still water flowing out there, one after another, she couldn’t control it. But she couldn’t say these words, naively thinking that she would be optimistic when the doctor came.

Yang Fu put his palm on her stomach, “here?”

She shook her head, “A little bit down.”

But he still didn’t find the right thing. Miaomiao simply held his big palm and came to his lower abdomen, “It hurts, it hurts.” The heat from his palm eased the pain a little, and there was a kind of calm and peaceful strength. She felt like grasping. Stopped at the straw, holding his hand without letting go.

Yang Fu frowned slightly, since it hurts here… He was about to discover something, so he listened to the maid on the side to remind him in a low voice: “Master, do you want to change clothes…”

He lowered his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the moon-white robe was stained with red, which had not dried up yet, and at the same time a rust-like **** smell gradually filled the air.

Looking at Miaomiao’s pale face again, a flash of uncomfortableness flashed across his face, and it suddenly dawned on him.