90 Days of Spring

It took a long time for him to respond, and Leshan had to repeat: "The prince is waiting for Miaomiao at the door."

Although Lin Wei is Miaomiao's lifesaver, and Miaomiao is grateful to him as he should, but the two of them are really getting closer recently. Even a bystander like him cannot be ignored, let alone the prince.

On the side, Miaomiao slept soundly on her knees, Wei Ling stretched out her hand and squeezed her cheek: "Liu Shui, it's time to wake up."

Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, let out a sleepy cry, and slowly opened her tired eyes. Last night, because of Fuwen and Gao Yue, she didn't slept for a long time. Today, she got up early to serve Yang Fu, and fell asleep because of her sleepiness.

Entering the eyes is Wei Ling's handsome, expressionless face. Behind him stood Leshan with a complicated expression. Miaomiao instantly realized what was going on and jumped up: "Brother Leshan, the prince is back?"

Leshan nodded, "Let's go with me."

Miaomiao pulled her skirt to keep up, after thinking about it, she wanted to invite again, "Wei Ling, can you go with me too?"

Wei Ling was still in the same posture just now. He pulled his lips and smiled, unspeakably mocking, "What I am going to do will only disturb you."

After all, it was said that they had come to the capital together, and now she was the only one to go out to play, and Miaomiao was finally overwhelmed. She wanted to say "You don't go, I won't go" with great pride, but the little thoughts about Yang Fu in her heart made her unable to make up her mind.

She pursed her lips lonely: "Then I'm leaving."

Wei Ling said nothing.

She turned back and forth one step at a time, getting farther and farther from Haitang Garden, and Wei Ling's figure became more and more blurred until she turned around a moon cave gate and was no longer visible.

There was a car parked at the door of the palace, Miaomiao stepped on the footstool to get into the car, hit the curtain and entered, she was taken aback when she saw the people inside.

It was not Yang Fu, but Yang Ting, the Seven Kings sitting in the top.

Yang Ting wore a light purple brocade robe and looked with a smile, "It turns out that the person four brothers asked me to pick up was you."

Miaomiao was surprised, how did he think that the person who came was him, "Where is the prince? Why...you?"

Yang Ting asked her to come in first and ordered Leshan and Leshui to drive out of Ling'an Lane. He deliberately asked: "This king is also a prince, why can't it be me?"

Seeing the car go further and further away, Miaomiao was about to cry. She was waiting for Yang Fu, not him!

She thought it was Yang Ting's prank, what if the four kings came back to see her? When I thought about it, I got off the car, "I have agreed with the prince, and I will wait for him in the mansion..."

Yang Ting summoned her, with a straight look, "The four brothers are troubled and can't come back in time, so let me take you to a teahouse and wait."

Miaomiao stopped, not sure: "When will the prince come back?"

Yang Ting smiled: "I'm not sure about this, about half an hour."

After getting the answer, Miaomiao relaxed and sat back on the couch. Not long after the car stopped in front of a tea house, the tea house has three floors, the building is beautiful, and the courtyard is like a city. Standing on the third floor, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city, and the prosperous streets can be seen in a glance. It is the favorite place for wealthy families.

Miaomiao followed and got out of the car, there were more people on the street than she thought. The crowd was surging, shoulders one after another, and there were many vendors selling lanterns on both sides of the street, rabbit lanterns, horse lanterns, sheep lanterns...beautiful and colorful. In addition, there are many pastry sellers, and the children surrounded by caramel are full of satisfaction.

Yang Ting walked a few steps away, and when she turned around, she found her standing motionless, staring at the other side of the road with gusto.

Just as she was about to call her, she turned back to God, trot two steps to follow, "Let the Seven Kings wait a long time." Just now, her eyes were clearly shining with longing eyes, but she said nothing to him.

Yang Ting didn't ask much, and walked into the teahouse. He has been here several times, but the shopkeeper didn't know his true identity, and asked the guy to lead him to the third floor of the Tingfeng Pavilion, "Langjun, please go upstairs."

The hall downstairs was filled with people, and there was a storyteller on the stage, circumcised and impassioned.

The two entered the Tingfeng Pavilion one after the other. The inside of the pavilion is a terrace with screens outside, which is very quiet and elegant. When you look outside, you can see the streets, and you can have a panoramic view of the prosperity of the entire main street in Beijing. The guy took a pot of Junshan silver needles and asked what kind of snack he needed. Yang Tinglue lifted his jaw: "Ask this girl."

Miaomiao returned to her senses. She was really hungry right now. She pointed to the pea cake sold by the vendor downstairs, "I want to eat that, can I?"

The guy was taken aback for a moment, "This, Shu Xiaodian..."

Yang Ting coughed, "Go buy two yuan, and the silver will be counted together later."

Now that the gold master has spoken, there is no reason for the dude not to follow, and he replied vigilantly: "We also have many special cakes. What do the girls want to eat?"

Yang Ting didn't let Miaomiao speak again, and ordered a few snacks on his own.

The dude came back soon and brought up the same things they wanted, including the pea cake Miao Miao had coveted for a long time. There are also special snacks such as osmanthus muffins, lily powder, and Yunsi cakes. The dessert is sweet and soft, with the sweet and refreshing silver needle tea, which is sweet but not greasy.

Miao Miao got his wish and ate the snack he wanted. She kept staring at the street with her sullen eyes. She wanted to go outside to play but didn't dare to say it. She was so vivid and vivid.

After half an hour, Yang Fu still did not arrive.

Miaomiao gradually waited anxiously, and asked Yang Ting no less than ten times, "When will the prince come?" How Yang Ting made it clear, he was calm: "I don't know."

The time has passed, and Miaomiao stunned her cheeks in boredom. She ate half of the snacks on the table. Her stomach was very supportive, and she thought of walking outside. It is false to say that it is not lost. Yang Fu has missed his appointment. He hasn't shown up yet, and I don't know when he will come.

When she looked downstairs, there was a figure in the bustling crowd that was very familiar. She rubbed her eyes and opened her eyes wide to identify the wrong person.

But why is Wei Ling here? Isn't he not coming?

Miaomiao stood up carelessly, and hurriedly confessed to Yang Ting: "Seven kings, the maidservant will go down first and come back soon!"

While speaking, regardless of Yang Ting's reaction, he walked out of the folding screen and walked downstairs. At the door Leshan Leshui looked at her from behind, with a puzzled face, and immediately Leshan followed quickly: "I'll go and see."

Miaomiao walked in a hurry and went downstairs in a short while. There was a flow of people in front of her, and she couldn't find where Wei Ling was at all, so she could only follow the directions just now. His mind was full of his appearance, as if it was different from usual, which made people uneasy for no reason.

It was a pity that there were too many people around, she searched blindly, and a man hurried to face her and hit her hard. Miaomiao staggered back two steps, and the other side gave her a negative glance, and walked away without speaking. Miaomiao looked back, and happened to see the person in the corner of the alley. Although he was hidden in the dark, Miaomiao recognized it at a glance.

"Wei Ling!"

Miaomiao had never seen Wei Ling like this. He hid in a corner of the lane, his face was pale, his body trembled lightly, and his neck had blue-black scales.

The surrounding crowd was moving, and no one paid attention to the situation here. The light and shadow were mottled, sometimes shining on his face, it was actually sick and weak.

Miaomiao's voice changed with fright, and she rubbed his neck with trembling hands, "Wei Ling, what happened to you? How did you become like this?"

Wei Ling slowly raised her eyes, her confused pupils focused, and after seeing the person in front of her clearly: "Liu Shui, why are you here?"

How could Miaomiao answer this question? Her heart hung in the eyes of Sang Xin, and she only cared about his situation, "I just want to ask how you are here and how you became like this!" She squashed her mouth for fear of others. Seeing his appearance, his petite body stood in the alley, "Can I help you? Tell me..."

Wei Ling closed her eyes, stood up while leaning on the wall, covering her neck with one hand, "It's not a big problem, it's just that she's been a human being for too long, and her body is a little bit too much." He is not the same as Miaomiao. The body is originally a human being, and he has never maintained a human body for so long.

Miaomiao was worried, "Then why are you on the street? Where are you going?"

Wei Ling paused slightly, "Help me to a quiet place."

Why is he on the street? When she was taken away by the Four Kings, he also left the house not long after. The reason was that she couldn't worry about her.

A short walk from here is Taiqing Lake. There are fewer people on the shore than on the street, so Miaomiao took him there to rest. A lot of weeping willows are planted on the lakeshore, and the breeze is slow at night, and many men and women meet here, whispering and secretive affection.

Miaomiao didn't have time to deal with other things at the moment. Guyin Weiling's appearance was too worrying. He had always been incompetent, and suddenly fell weakly in front of her one day, making her feel at a loss. Fortunately, he is still conscious, more than enough to talk to her: "Water."

Miaomiao was startled, and immediately understood, went to the lake and drew a handful of water to him, carefully patted him on the neck, "Will this be better? Or you change back tonight..."

Because she was afraid of being seen by others, Miaomiao chose a place where the willow trees were damp. The light was dimmer, and no one could see Wei Ling's abnormality.

Wei Ling raised her lips funny: "Here? Let people see a shark jumping into the water?"

Miaomiao was speechless for a moment, "Then what do you say...you can't keep going like this."

Wei Ling thought for a while, "There is an inn on the street. I'll be there later, and a buddy will go upstairs to deliver water."

The place where Miaomiao had photographed the water is obviously better. Although there are still scales, it is not as scary as it was at the beginning. When Miaomiao first saw him, she was like a patient suffering from excessive water loss, as if she would dry up in the next instant. She held Wei Ling back and forth many times with water, squatted beside Wei Ling to take care of her carefully, and she breathed a long sigh of relief until she saw him improve.

Not far away, a voice called: "Master, wait..."

The slender girl behind followed, bowed her head and handed Yang Fu something shamelessly, and the moonlight fell on the two of them, like silky cocoons. By the lakeshore lined with willow trees, the atmosphere was just right. She had hope in her heart, and she anticipated various reactions when he received the sachet.

After returning from the palace yesterday, she sewed the sachet overnight, and squinted it for a while, so that she could hand it to him personally today.

However, after waiting for a long time, no response from Yang Fu was seen. Jiang Alan looked up suspiciously, only to see him staring into the distance without moving.

She followed and saw a pair of men and women under the tree. The little girl took care of the man meticulously, and the silver light fell on the man's face, a cold and handsome face. However, the man's eyes looked at the little girl, but they were extremely gentle, as if they were about to overflow his eyes.

Jiang Alan's heart moved. I don't know when she and the prince will get to this point...

Looking at Yang Fu again, his face is not very good.

The little girl's voice came soft and caring: "Wei Ling, are you better? I will take you back to the inn..."

Wei Ling, Wei Ling, this name he had heard from her more than once.