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At midnight, Ling Yang was finally willing to stop tossing, fortunately, knowing that Caihua and Ying'er were not related, the guilt in his heart was reduced a little, thinking that tomorrow he would be able to find Luo Tu and Chu Wanyi, who were looking for him to no avail, his heart was excited, and unconsciously, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he finally fell asleep. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first light of the morning appeared in the east, and Ling Yang woke up from a sweet dream, stretched, and felt sore. Recalling the madness of the night, Ling Yang's old face turned red, but he didn't expect that he didn't spend a penny, so he pretended to be a little white face eating soft rice and ate a pair of mother and daughter who were like flowers and jade.

Ling Yang has been particularly interested in women since he was a child, because he has not seen his parents since he was a child, Ling Dingtian had to hold Ling Yang, who was hungry and crying in swaddling clothes, and ran around the village.

According to Ling Dingtian's later narration, Ling Yang has shown the unique temperament of a pervert since he was a child, whose little daughter-in-law is beautiful, Ling Yang curled up in someone's arms and refused to leave, and cried breathlessly when he forcibly took it away. If someone's daughter-in-law is five big and three thick, even if the milk is sufficient, Ling Yang will not take a sip of it, which is really a model of preferring death to succumbing.

When Ling Yang was three years old, he was still wearing open crotch pants, so he led his little brother to go crazy all over the village, grabbed other people's little girls and kissed them, and once again even ripped off the pants of the little daughter of the Erhu family next door, wanting to study why people didn't have little brothers. That time, Ling Dingtian saw that his grandson was not a good thing, so he sandwiched the young Ling Yang under his armpit and whipped him hard with a feather duster.

Before the injury on Ling Yang's buttocks was healed, he ran out to find a large group of little girls to play with the house, Ling Yang was the emperor, and of course the little girls were instigated by Ling Yang to be concubines.

One of the little girls was well-behaved and pleasant, and was canonized as "queen" by Ling Yang. The queen peed and clayed into the shape of steamed buns, and held them up with leaves to offer to Ling Yang to "enjoy". As the "emperor", Ling Yang naturally would not refuse the kindness of the "queen" and ate up a "steamed bun" weighing more than a catty.

After Ling Yang went home, he vomited for a day and a night, and his little life was almost lost, and when he was in a coma with a high fever, he was still talking nonsense: "Queen, concubine, this imperial meal is too unpalatable......

After reminiscing about the childish things, Ling Yang remembered Liu Yong, a famous genius in ancient China, who usually slept in flowers and willows, drank and sang in the Fengyue field, and when he was drunk, he used gorgeous rhetoric to pile up beautiful poems, in exchange for fine wine and the capital of spending the night in the willow alley, many famous prostitutes scrambled to lose money and paste upside down, just to win the word talent and laugh. Now Ling Yang's behavior is almost the same as Liu Yong's.

Caihua was carrying a plate of sticky cakes and a bowl of hot rice soup, and there was also minced mutton and a small spoonful of honey in the rice soup, and glanced at Ling Yang with a light and angry look: "You were like crazy last night, and you came here three or four times. If it weren't for people begging for mercy, you wouldn't know what to toss people into. ”

Ling Yang smiled extremely embarrassed, and took the food handed by Caihua with his bare arms: "What about the shadow, why didn't you see the shadow get up for breakfast?" ”

As she spoke, the shadow had already poked into a small head from the doorway, the ponytail that had been erected at the back of her head had been coiled to the top of her head, a silver hairpin was inserted into her high bun, and she was dressed like a little woman in a short jacket of bright colors and a long cotton skirt that dragged the floor: "Am I not beautiful when I dress like this." ”

"Pretty, pretty."

Ling Yang praised a few words of Yahuazi, pretending to concentrate on drinking porridge, not daring to make eye contact with the mother and daughter for a moment.

Caihua knew that Ling Yang was about to leave, so she went to the back room to change out of the coarse cloth clothes she wore when she was a child, and put on the traditional folk clothes of the Southern Dynasty with rhubarb and red, and put on light makeup for the first time, and the shadow left and right, supple half-squatting and half-kneeling in front of Ling Yang, feeding Ling Yang porridge and eating, like two virtuous and obedient wives.

Ling Yang had never enjoyed such an imperial treatment, and he was flattered for a while, and secretly sighed that the old men of the Southern Dynasty were really happy, and they could accept such service with peace of mind every day.

Ling Yang stayed in the Southern Dynasty for a long time, and the pure Southern Dynasty women he came into contact with were all so low-brow and pleasing to the eyes, serving their husbands diligently at home, taking care of their children, and rarely showing their heads to go out to work. Even if the family is poor, if it is not really impossible to eat, the general families of the Southern Dynasty will not allow women to go out to work, which has become an unwritten rule that has been followed since ancient times.

Cui Shunying, whom Ling Yang came into contact with, was a typical traditional Southern Dynasty family, and his father worked hard outside to earn money. Housewives are responsible for working as full-time wives in the house, and never leave the house without permission except for neighbors and relatives. Cui Shunying was reluctant to work in the Jindalai restaurant because of her lively nature and easy to get sick at home, but after talking about marriage, she was still destined to live a plain life of husband and children, and she could no longer go out to contact the free world outside.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the first female tractor driver was born in China, galloping on the endless black land, doing the same work as men. To paraphrase the slogan of a television program, it is that women can hold up half the sky. Within the boundaries of China, women and men have the same social status, can contribute to socio-economic and cultural undertakings, have their own careers and independent space, are very independent in economy and personality, and can even participate in politics and the military, becoming out-and-out strong women.

Ling Yang has come into contact with all kinds of women in China, including Xu Bing, Han Xiao, Chu Wanyi, or the pillars of the hospital, or the powerful female policemen in the police station, or independent professional white-collar workers, and has never seen a woman like a servant of the Southern Dynasty, as if she is an absolute appendage of a man, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, it can arouse a man's appetite even more, and it has a unique taste.

Ling Yang took a bite of the bean paste sticky cake picked up by Shadow Kodama's fingertips, and then took a sip of the fragrant porridge soup with the spoon in Caihua's hand, and quickly filled his stomach.

At this time, the eastern sky, only slightly revealing a touch of fish belly white, there are still two or three hours before the sky is bright, since it is the most difficult to accept the grace of the beauty, Ling Yang simply let go of his arms, went down to the ground to cover the door, turned to Caihua's mother and daughter and smiled: "How can you eat these things enough, let's use the two of you to make food to feed me, hahahahaha!" ”

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