Yang Ling was a little embarrassed when he heard her voice, and took a closer look at her, seeing that her hair had just been washed, and her long hair was neatly draped behind her shoulders, shining brightly, revealing a fresh and soft temperament, and a pair of big eyes that couldn't lie under the pair of beautiful eyebrows flashed, as if she was hiding from something.

Yang Ling thought secretly: "Could it be that what kind of family tradition is it, and there is a rule that it is not allowed to be passed on?" Although he knew that the young lady's heart was all on him, and it would be understandable if her family really had any rules, but he was still a little lost in his heart, and he forced a smile: "Oh, this is your Han family's kung fu, and outsiders are not allowed to learn it, right?" Hehe, I was reckless. ”

In this era, when a woman marries, her husband's family is her own home, and her mother's family is an outsider.

She couldn't help but say nervously: "No, no, how can the young lady hide anything from the young lady, if the young lady really wants to learn, how can the young lady not teach?" This set of stick method was learned by my father from the Shaolin Temple in Henan, called the Crazy Devil Stick Method. ”

At that time, the restrictions on ordination were extremely strict, and those under the age of 60 who wanted to become a monk required a certificate from their parents and local officials, and then they went to Beijing to take the examination, and those who recited the scriptures intensively were given a degree. The major temples saw that there was no success, so they had to accept lay disciples, so there were many Shaolin lay disciples in Henan and Hebei. When the young lady's father was young, because of his poor family, he went to Shaolin Temple to eat mixed rice, and then he learned martial arts.

Yang Ling heard the name of the "Crazy Devil Stick Method", and then thought of the young lady's hidden expression, and couldn't help but suddenly realize, looking at the young lady's shy expression and petite figure, he felt more and more interesting, and couldn't help laughing.

Han Youniang was at a loss for his laughter, looked at him embarrassedly, and saw that the more he laughed, the more interesting it became, her face turned red, and she said curtly: "What the young lady didn't want to say was all forced by the princess to say it, and she laughed at others after listening to it."

Saying that, her little mouth flattened, Yang Ling laughed so much that her stomach hurt, seeing her aggrieved look, he naturally hugged Han Youniang gently in his arms while laughing, and said: "Hehehe, I didn't think it was funny, it was you who were nervous, when I thought of you, a delicate woman, what kind of crazy magic stick method do you make with your teeth and claws, I really can't help but want to laugh."

Yang Ling said that she leaned forward and closed, Han Youniang kept a straight face and didn't speak, but the smile in her eyes grew, and finally she couldn't help but laugh out loud, she slapped Yang Ling on the leg hatefully, and said angrily: "The husband is good or bad, deliberately making fun of others!" ”

Yang Ling was slapped by her, his teeth cracked in pain, he inhaled and said, "Ouch, light and light, the saddle is too hard, and the thighs of Xianggong are almost worn out when he rides a horse."

Han Youniang panicked, and hurriedly stroked it gently with a pair of small hands, and she almost brought her little mouth up to blow it, she gently and gently stroked his thighs, looked at him without blinking her eyes and asked, "Does it still hurt now?" When I have dinner, I will go to the pharmacy and buy some gold sore medicine."

"Uh-cough-cough", Yang Ling cleared his throat, his voice was slightly hoarse: "No, I just lack exercise, okay, don't rub it."

This little girl understands some things, but sometimes she is ignorant. So close to the vital point, her delicate little hands rubbed and rubbed, which simply provoked his lust, and there was like a shriveled lifeboat falling into the sea, and immediately magically swelled up and pointed straight to the sky.

Yang Ling hurriedly bent over and thanked God! No, thanks to the tailor, the crotch was so wide enough to hide his ugliness. He couldn't help but let out a sigh, but then he realized that Han Youniang's pretty face was so close to his lips, and on the delicate, flawless skin, a few hairs touched his cheeks, itching to sneeze.

Han Youniang's face had a faint feminine fragrance, and Yang Ling, who was seduced, was about to move. The hand she had placed on her lap now felt as hot as a soldering iron, and Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hug Han Youniang's body and kiss her on the cheek.

The young lady's body shook and froze. The face was smooth, like skin jelly, there was a trembling flick, Yang Ling couldn't help but lean in and kiss deeply, the young lady's face suddenly became hot, and her body didn't dare to move, but her eyes became watery, there was surprise, shyness, and endless joy and affection.

The red lips were as moist as peaches that could be picked at any time, Yang Ling suppressed the strong desire to ravage it, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm hungry, go and make dumplings."

"Hmm", Han Youniang agreed in a nasal voice, but her body was motionless, and her watery eyes looked at Yang Ling deeply, sparkling and moving.

"Su Xi doesn't comb his hair, his silk hair is draped over his shoulders, and he is tactful on his knees, where is not pitiful!"

Han Youniang showed a touching and touching demeanor, and Yang Ling's mind had already put on an expression of being ravaged voluntarily.

If Han Youniang is a tender grass, then Yang Ling's head has now begun to drill out two thick horns, he really wants to swallow Han Youniang's belly, and then regurgitate back and slowly chew her fragrance.

Yang Ling's nose sniffed the virgin fragrance scattered on the young lady's body, he couldn't catch his restraint anymore, and grabbed the back of her head with his big hand, grabbing her sweetness tightly.

The two pairs of lip flaps tossed and turned, Han Youniang gasped delicately, and opened the soft territory to him without experience, without the bravery and domineering of the bloody battle at the head of the city. Yang Ling kissed her refreshing taste, and his fingers unconsciously opened her collar, touching the greasy and soft fragrance of his palm.

"Hmm", Han Youniang let out a soft moan, let him invade in a coma, her body collapsed weakly in his arms, her childish and pure body fragrance swept away Yang Ling's fatigue for a day, and it took a long time before he was satisfied to remove his lips from the young lady's red and swollen lips.

Han Youniang became more and more feminine, her eyes were rippling, and her red lips were wet from his kiss, and she looked indescribably delicate.

"Boom~~", the lips met, this time it was just a shallow kiss, and then he smiled low and said, "Lady, can you cook for your husband?" ”

Han Youniang looked at him stupidly, her eyes were bright, and after listening to his words, she sighed as if she had just woken up from a big dream, shyly tightened her collar, jumped off the ground in a panic, and floated out like a space walk.

Yang Ling smiled quietly, and gently twisted his fingers, the fingertips still had the soft and warm taste of her chest, and his heart began to waver, and for the first time he hated his own deflated lies.

If there was no lie, wouldn't I be able to enjoy her childish ** now? Yang Ling knew that even if she was still a virgin, she was destined to only be his woman in this life, and she would never remarry.

When he thought of that two-year period, that foreseeable parting could happen at any time, he didn't have the courage to have her, he couldn't give, he couldn't promise, how could he enjoy his husband's rights calmly? But no matter whether he is poor or poor in this era, he is reluctant to leave, because there is a wife he cares about and loves.

Yang Ling thought silently, and his heart began to ache like a pinprick......

"The beauty of the costume is called Hua, and the etiquette is called the summer", Huaxia, the "Hua" in the name of this ancient nation comes from her beautiful clothing, and the Hanfu of the Ming Dynasty is the most stylish and the most beautiful in the history of China. With the help of a pair of skillful hands, the simple festival costume is cut by the young lady and is very beautiful.

Yang Ling changed into a round-necked blue-placket and a long-sleeved robe, put on a square scarf, with a slender figure and eyes like a star, and his elegant temperament made the young lady happy to work hard.

The young lady wears cotton pants, a blue checkered skirt, and a light pink bikin. The waist is slim, the skirt is hemped, and the long black hair is divided into two bundles that hang down to the hips, and the whole person looks plain and slender.

A pair of embroidered toe shoes loomed under her skirt, and she brought the steaming dumplings. The small square table was placed on the kang, and Yang Ling was sitting cross-legged and waist-high beside the table, sitting upright, without squinting.

The man who has no interest touches the stove, this is what Han Youniang just said, it sounds similar to the meaning of "gentleman is far away from cooking", Yang Xiucai sat down obediently, guessing randomly. At the same time, he secretly admired the beauty of his busy little wife, and of course he did not forget her delicate little feet under her skirt.

Han Youniang's feet are very beautiful, Yang Ling saw his grandmother's feet when he was a child, and he was very scared when he saw it, the so-called three-inch golden lotus, the soles of the feet were twisted and deformed, revealing a miserable ugliness. Han Youniang is a pair of heavenly feet, and in Yang Ling's mind, it may be because the family is poor, and the girls also have to work in the fields, so they are lucky to keep this beauty.

In fact, at that time, foot binding had not yet become fashionable, and there were not many women who bound their feet, and it was not advocated until the late Ming Dynasty, and this kind of perverted behavior was fashionable in the Qing Dynasty. If that were the case, Yang Ling wouldn't have seen her sassy and heroic posture in killing the Tatar robbers in the city today.

Dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork were served, along with a plate of beef in sauce, a platter of fontanelles, and a small pot of soju.

This is the warmest festival for a young couple in the cold winter night after the line of life and death. The young lady's sweet eating appearance and bright eyes constitute the most romantic scenery in Yang Ling's eyes.

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