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    Wearing a rough white linen mourning dress, with white silk tied on her head, her oval face is very delicate, her eyes are red, her eyelashes are still wet, and her little nose is red from the cold. She is looking at him timidly.

    Zheng Shaopeng looked at her blankly, Yang Hanshi?  Is it too small?  Should I be in the first grade or the second grade?  Although he has a lot of experience in returning from the dead and quickly integrating into a new life, he still feels extremely weird when he first sees his wife in a new identity so 'young'.

    The extremely weak body supported and knelt for a while and began to sway again. Before he fainted again, he forced a smile and said to her: "Don't be afraid, I'm not dead yet."

    Han Youniang's eyes were wide open, she stared at him closely for a moment, tears gradually blurred her eyes, and after a long while, she suddenly burst into tears.

    This cry made Zheng Shaopeng feel a cold chill from his tailbone to the back of his head. How much heartache and grievance it takes to cry so heartbreakingly.

    Han Youniang wept mournfully, clutching the coffin tightly with both hands, for fear that she would shrivel to the ground if she let go.  Normally, they just take care of him without complaint or regret, just doing the best of husband and wife, but they just got married, and the two of them haven't even spoken a few words. In fact, there is no deep relationship between the two of them.

    But now she knows what he means to her and how important it is.  Even if he is only there for one breath, he is his own man. With him around, the family is not finished, only it has a pillar.

    Zheng Shaopeng was heartbroken by her crying for a while, and just wanted to comfort her, saying a few words like "this is the first time we meet, please take care of me", but unfortunately he was not up to date, his mouth opened like a sticky fish, but he couldn't say anything  When he came out, he rolled his eyes and passed out again.

    There was another commotion in the mourning hall, and Han Youniang who woke up cried and screamed and dragged him out of the coffin.  Old Mrs. Yang had heard about some people resurrecting from fake death, but he didn't make too much fuss.  Seeing Yang Ling revived, although he felt a little embarrassed, he was actually more happy.

    After all, Yang Ling is the only famous person in Jiming Yibao. It is an honor to have such a person in the clan. After all, it is also the blood of his own Yang family.

    He was persuaded by his son to come here to snatch the property, although it was for his son's sake, but half of his selfishness was worried that the little widow would not be able to keep it.  Come here, go to this door to worry, and put away that thought.

    He was very embarrassed and asked someone to help carry his nephew to the bed, and then sent someone to find a doctor. After working for a long time, he left with the support of his children and grandchildren.

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    Two bowls of corn porridge and a plate of radish and pickles were the first meal Zheng Shaode and his wife ate after being reincarnated as Yang Ling, the great benevolent man of the ninth generation.  An oil lamp seemed to be swaying on the stove, and the room was filled with the smell of fireworks.

    The first eight reincarnations were either from wealthy families or from powerful and powerful families. Although Zheng Shaopeng was hungry after eating such a meal, Zheng Shaopeng, who is now the 17-year Xuanfu scholar of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty, barely ate 70% full before returning.  It was also hard to swallow.

    However, Han Youniang ate very sweetly. Although the simple food and drink were too difficult, seeing that her husband not only came back to life, but was able to eat on the ground by himself, she felt only joy and satisfaction in her little heart.

    Looking at the desolate house, Yang Ling couldn't help but secretly sighed. Seeing that Han Youniang, who was just a little girl, drank up a bowl of corn porridge very sweetly, and even licked the rim of the bowl clean with her small tongue, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel  A burst of sadness: "Damn it, it seems that the ghost sentence has played a trick on myself. If I knew it, I might as well enjoy the days of being a billionaire, even though I am a little older, what should I do now? Really  How about going to be 10,000 years old and subtracting 1,000 years old? Then it¡¯s better to hang around like this for two years, at least Although this daughter-in-law is younger, she is really attractive."

    He thought about it, and seeing Han Youniang put down the bowl, he pushed the half bowl of corn porridge he had left over, and said in a warm voice, "Aren't you full yet? Come on, drink this too."

    At this moment, Han Youniang took a bold look at her man. He still looks very haggard, but his spirit has improved a lot, and his eyes have also become radiant. Seeing his beautiful eyes staring at her gently, Han Youniang can't help feeling a little  Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Master, you are just recovering from illness, you should eat more."

    Yang Ling thought for a while, and then searched out in his mind that she should be called a lady, but this kind of ancient address was really awkward for him. Fortunately, Yang Ling has been sick since he fell ill; Yang Ling quietly walked to the side of the low wall, under the wall was piled with swept snow, he leaned on the low wall and looked over there, only to see an old woman with white hair holding an oil lamp in one hand, and half pushing the door with the other,  The young lady must have left the courtyard.

    The old woman shook her head and sighed, and when she closed the door, she heard an old man's voice in the room saying: "Old man, the Tartars came here in autumn, and our family has little leftover food."

    While closing the door, the old woman muttered: "Oh, I know, but you poor girl, please help if you can. Besides, Ling'er's child is famous, and if he survives a catastrophe, there will be future blessings.  future".

    As the door was closed, the words below could not be heard clearly.  Yang Ling heard the door of his own courtyard slammed, and a petite figure walked in, so he couldn't help but take two steps forward.

    When Han Youniang saw a figure walking in the courtyard, she couldn't help being startled, and said that it was Yang Quan's scoundrel who came to tease her again. With a small half bag of grain in one hand, she took out a stick from behind the courtyard door with the other, and whispered: "  Get the hell out of here, oror I'm going to call me a man".  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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