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    Yang Ling only took two steps forward, when he heard a thud, a two-finger-thick wooden stick hit his chest, which startled him, and quickly said: "Don't", his  Her throat was a little choked, and she swallowed her saliva before saying slowly, "Young lady, it's me, I'm Yang Ling."

    "Oh!" The stick fell to the ground with a clang. Han Youniang hurriedly took two steps, supported him, and said anxiously: "Master, you just recovered from your illness, why did you come out? It's cold, if you are a little bit  What's the matter, what do you want me to do?"

    Yang Ling said: "It's okay, I'm much better now. I just don't move around a lot, and my body is a little weak." He reached out to help Han Youniang carry the food bag, but Han Youniang didn't want him to work anymore, so she hurriedly helped him back.  Said: "Master, go back and lie down, it's too cold at night, and it will be warm at noon tomorrow, I'll help you out to bask in the sun."

    Yang Ling had no choice but to let her help her to walk back. After entering the door, she couldn't help but said: "Young lady, to treat my illness, have all our family's money been spent? I don't think there is anything left at home."

    Han Youniang put the grain bag on the stove and helped him to the back room. She hummed softly and said softly, "The Tartars are here in autumn, and I just run up the mountain with you on my back.  they were snatched away by the Tartars, sowe had to pawn some of the furniture."

    She helped Yang Ling to sit down on the kang, and while helping him take off his shoes, she raised her head and smiled at him, saying, "Don't worry, my husband. When we have a harvest in the next year, life will be better. You are a scholar.  Don¡¯t worry about these chores, stay healthy, just study at ease, next year will be the triennial provincial examination.¡±

    When Yang Ling saw her talking about her identity, her eyes were full of admiration and pride, and she couldn't help but smile wryly in her heart. With her current appearance, she really can't lift her shoulders or hands, but she has become a scholar by writing those nonsense stereotyped articles  In her eyes, she turned out to be a real man.  In my own time, even if you were a graduate of Tsinghua University and Peking University, if you were so useless, you would have been kicked away by your wife long ago, and would still look at you with such admiring eyes?

    But it is no wonder that she attaches so much importance to it. In this era where agriculture is emphasized and business is suppressed, even if a businessman is rich, his social status is not as good as that of a small landlord with only three to five acres of land.  The way is the imperial examination. Although Yang Ling is only a scholar now, in this era, whether he is a scholar in the city or the countryside, he is a very remarkable figure. Some scholars in their seventies and eighties may not be admitted to a scholar.

    The Ming Dynasty had the strictest supervision on the people. Even if they left their hometown to visit relatives and friends, they had to be issued a guide by the local government and stamped after passing the customs.  However, scholars with high reputations such as scholars and Juren are different. They have the right to wear sharp swords, wear blue silk shirts, and travel freely. Officials are not allowed to stop and imprison them along the way.  There is no need to kneel down and there is still a seat. In the eyes of ordinary people, such a person is naturally a person of great status.

    Han Youniang pulled the quilt for him to lean on, and called a basin of hot water. Regardless of Yang Ling's repeated refusals, she gently washed his feet. This Yang Ling had never enjoyed this kind of treatment, but he refused after a while.  It made Han Youniang look panicked, so he had no choice but to smile wryly and let her serve him.

    At night, lying on the bed, Yang Ling rested his head on his arms, silently thinking about his own thoughts.  Hearing Han Youniang's slight breathing, she must have fallen asleep.

    Since the two got married, Han Youniang and him lived on the same kang, but they took care of him every day without taking off their clothes.  This kind of drowsy appearance made her extremely ashamed. He couldn't see her own appearance when she fell asleep and turned on the lamp. Han Youniang was still hot all over, and as soon as she got under the covers, she buried her head in the quilt and never dared to show it again.

    But tonight she was in the happiest day since she got married. Not only did my husband come back to life, but he also seemed to be recovering from his illness. It seemed that he would be able to fully recover after a while, and his life was full of hope and longing again.  She just felt extremely happy.

    Although Yang Ling and her are husband and wife, in his heart, although this girl was born lovely, but since he opened his eyes, he saw her misfortune and strength, which made him feel sorry for this girl.  Happy Nian, such a lovely woman, he would not be unconscionable to hit her.

    He looked at the place where Han Youniang was sleeping. The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only hear her thin breathing, like a little cat.  Alas, he sighed faintly, now that this girl is pretending to be his wife, not only should he find a way to survive, but he should also take responsibility."Yes".

    Yang Ling let the fire burn slowly, then clapped his hands, turned around and smiled and said, "It's all right, I can sleep warmer tonight."

    Turning her head, with the help of the fire in the stove, she could see clearly that Han Youniang was wearing a white coarse cloth dress. Although it was patched with a few patches, it could not hide her slender and charming figure, and a touch of skin was exposed at the neckline.  Under the cover, it looks particularly attractive.

    Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away, not daring to look again. Han Youniang noticed his gaze, and her face was a little shy.  Coyly supporting Yang Ling back into the room, when Yang Ling took the oil lamp from Han Youniang, he felt that her palm was very rough. Looking at the light, her palm had some calluses, and the skin on the back of the palm was rough to the touch.  There were many small cuts, even though they just met today, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel distressed.

    Han Youniang blushed and shook her head, and timidly withdrew her hand and said, "Master, don't be cold, get some rest."  After this action, the two of them were no longer so restrained, an inexplicable feeling secretly grew in their hearts, and after getting under the quilt, the two were no longer so restrained.

    It's uncomfortable to pour cold air into the gap in the middle of the quilt. Yang Ling had no choice but to get closer. Han Youniang trembled and her limbs were a little stiff, but she meekly did not say a word.

    Yang Ling just let her get closer to him, clung to his body vaguely, so that the heat wouldn't escape.  He said to Han Youniang self-deprecatingly: "Young lady, we can be regarded as being close to each other." He gently rubbed the little hand of the young lady, and said pitifully: "Your hand is cracked, it was made by washing and chopping firewood."  Right? Does it hurt?"

    Han Youniang groaned, shook her head, and realized that he couldn't see it, so she said, "It doesn't hurt, my husband, as long as your health recovers, no matter how much you suffer, Youniang will have no regrets."

    After hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but clenched her hand again. She felt that although this reincarnation was the most difficult one in nine times, it made people feel warm and happy.  After a while, hearing that Han Youniang's breathing did not seem to be falling asleep, Yang Ling couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking?"

    Han Youniang sighed softly, and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm thinking about your township exam next year. My family has no money. My natal family has two older brothers and one younger brother. My father is also very burdened. Help me  Not for us. The four acres of mountain land in our family was handed down from our ancestors, so it can¡¯t be sold, and the rural examination is a major event in your life, how can this be good?"

    Four acres of mountain fields?  Yang Ling's heart couldn't help but move. He didn't have any ancestral property in his heart that he couldn't move rashly. He was afraid of being criticized and prodigal. He only thought about how much the four acres of land could sell for.  Live a comfortable life, and let this woman live comfortably for the rest of her life when she dies.

    He pondered indiscriminately for a while, tiredness gradually hit him, and he felt that the bed under the kang was getting hotter and hotter.  Although Han Youniang let him push his shoulders to get closer, her petite body was still curled up and tensed. Yang Ling thought it was funny, so he yawned and smiled vaguely: "Young lady, relax a bit, get closer.  The weather is so cold, what are you afraid of me doing? Well I suddenly remembered an ancient man."

    Han Youniang's face became hot when he said it just now, and when she heard this, she didn't know what her talented gentleman was going to say, so she couldn't help asking curiously: "What ancient people did my husband think of?"

    Yang Ling suppressed a smile and said: "I think of Liu Xiahui, if this 'gentleman' has something wrong with him, or he is in the same situation as me now, holding a young girl in his arms under the city gate in winter  What a mess, I can do it too, becauseit's so cold that all bad thoughts are frozen away."

    Han Youniang laughed "puchi". Before she got married, she was worried that her husband was the kind of old-fashioned and boring scholar, but she never thought that he would be so interesting. Han Youniang had a strange feeling in her heart, "This is  The husband who has been with me for the rest of my life is my closest family member from now on." She sighed softly in her little heart, her kindness and admiration made her approach Yang Ling uncontrollably, and her nervous body softened.

    She couldn't help but approached Yang Ling, and whispered in his ear: "Sister-in-law, I am willing to be next to you like this. No matter whether you are born, old, sick, or dead, rich or poor, I am willing to stay with you without complaint or regret, forever."

    Hearing Han Youniang's heartfelt confiding to him in the night to hide her shame, Yang Ling's heart trembled slightly. Is everyone in the world trying to find the other half who is willing to say "I do" to himself?  The impulsiveness made him almost blurt out to her that he would also like to accompany her like this for the rest of his life, but he swallowed the words when he got to his lips, two years of life, he sighed deeply in his heart.

    Han Youniang's body was light, soft, and warm, and it was very comfortable to hold in her arms. Cherishing suppressed the desire in his heart, and a burst of sleepiness surged up. Yang Ling yawned, but fell into a deep sleep.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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