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Chapter 30 New Year's Day

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    Yang Ling was a little shy when he heard her voice, so he looked at her carefully, and saw that her hair had just been washed, and her long hair was neatly draped behind her shoulders.  Under the eyebrows, a pair of big eyes that can't lie flicker, as if avoiding something.

    Yang Ling thought to himself: "Could it be that some kind of family tradition has a rule that should not be passed on?" Although he knew that the young lady's heart was devoted to him, it would be understandable if her family really had any rules, but there was still something in his heart.  Lost, he forced a smile and said: "Oh, this is a kung fu handed down by your Han family. Outsiders are not allowed to learn it? Hehe, I was reckless."

    In this era when a woman is married, her husband's family is her own family, and her natal family is considered an outsider. If she is partial to her natal family, there are enough cases. For Han Youniang, this is a very serious rebuke.

    She couldn't help but nervously said: "No, no, my young lady has nothing to hide from my husband. If my husband really wants to learn, why wouldn't my young lady not teach me? This set of stick techniques was learned by my father from Shaolin Temple in Henan, called.  It's called the Crazy Demon Stick Method."

    At that time, there were extremely strict restrictions on becoming a monk. Those under the age of sixty who wanted to become a monk needed proof from their parents and local officials, and then went to Beijing to take the exam.  Seeing that there is no fire to continue, the major temples have to recruit lay disciples, so there are many Shaolin lay disciples in Henan and Hebei.  The young mother's father also went to the Shaolin Temple to make a living because of his poor family when he was young, and only then did he learn martial arts.

    Yang Ling heard the name "Crazy Demon Stick Method", and then thought of the secretive expression of the young lady, he couldn't help but suddenly realized. Looking at the shy expression and petite figure of the young lady, he found it more interesting, and couldn't help giggling  stand up.

    Han Youniang was overwhelmed by his laughter, looked at him in embarrassment, and saw that the more he laughed, the more amusing she became, her face turned red, and she said embarrassingly: "What you didn't want to say at first, is what my husband forced me to say  ., listened to and laughed at others."

    Speaking of her mouth flattened, Yang Ling laughed until his stomach ached. Seeing her aggrieved face, he smiled and naturally hugged Han Youniang in his arms, and said, "Hehehe, I also  I didn't think it was funny, it was because of your nervousness, I couldn't help laughing when I thought of you, a delicate woman, and what kind of crazy tricks you are doing with your teeth and claws."

    What Yang Ling said was leaning back and forth, Han Youniang kept a straight face and didn't speak, but the smile in her eyes gradually grew, and finally she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She slapped Yang Ling's leg resentfully, and said angrily: "Mr.  , deliberately making fun of others!"

    Yang Ling was slapped by her, and his teeth were so painful that his mouth cracked. He gasped and said, "Oh, be gentle, the saddle is too hard, and my husband's thighs are almost worn out from riding a horse."

    Han Youniang panicked, and hastily caressed him gently with a pair of small hands. Her appearance almost brought her small mouth up to blow on him. She gently and lightly kissed his thigh, without blinking her eyes.  Looking at him, he asked, "Does it still hurt now? I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some sore medicine after dinner."

    "Uhcough cough", Yang Ling cleared his throat, his voice was a little hoarse: "No, I just lack of exercise, okay well, don't rub it anymore."

    This little girl clearly understands some things, but sometimes she can be ignorant.  So close to the vital point, her pair of delicate little hands rubbed and rubbed it, it was like arousing his desire, it was like a shriveled lifeboat dropped into the sea.

    Yang Ling quickly bent over, thank God!  No, thanks to the tailor, the wide crotch is enough to hide his ugly appearance.  He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but then he realized that Han Youniang's pretty face was so close to his lips, and a few hairs on her tender, flawless skin touched his cheeks, itching to hit his cheeks.  sneeze.

    Han Youniang's face carried a faint feminine fragrance, and the seductive Yang Ling was about to move.  The hand on her lap felt as hot as a branding iron. Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hugged Han Youniang's body and kissed her on the cheek.

    The young lady's body trembled and froze.  The face was smooth and jelly-like, with a trembling elasticity. Yang Ling couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed her deeply again. The young lady's face became hot all of a sudden, and she didn't dare to move her body, but her eyes became  Watery, there is surprise, shyness, endless joy and affection in it.

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

    "Hmm", Han Youniang agreed in a nasal voice, but her body remained motionless, her watery eyes looked deeply at Yang Ling, the watery eyes were flowing, indescribably moving.

    "Su Xi doesn't comb her hair, her silk hair hangs on her shoulders, and it's on her knees, how can she be pitiful!"

    theHan Youniang showed a charming and charming demeanor, and in Yang Ling's mind, this flower bone flower had already put on an expression of being voluntarily trampled.

    If Han Youniang is a tender grass, then Yang Ling's head has already begun to drill two thick horns. He really wants to swallow Han Youniang whole, and then come back to chew her fragrance slowly.

    Yang Ling sniffed the fragrance of the young girl's virginity through his nose, and he could no longer regain his restraint. He suddenly held the back of her head with his big hands, tightly grasping her sweetness.

    Two pairs of lips touched each other, Han Youniang panted softly, and opened the soft and beautiful territory to him without experience, without the bravery and dominance of the bloody battle in the city.  Yang Ling kissed her refreshing taste.

    "Hmm" Han Youniang let him invade in a daze, her body limp in his arms, her innocent and pure body fragrance wiped away Yang Ling's day-long fatigue, for a long time, he  Only then did he move his own lips away from the young mother's red and swollen lips with satisfaction.

    Han Youniang has become more and more feminine, her eyes are rippling, her red lips are wet from his kiss, she looks indescribably carefree.

    "Bo~~", the two lips met, this time it was just a light kiss, and then he smiled softly and said: "Lady, can I cook for my husband?"

    Han Youniang stared at him obsessively, her eyes were bright, and after hearing his words, she let out a cry like waking up from a big dream, shyly tightened her collar, jumped off the ground in a panic, and floated out like a space walk  , I heard the sound of pots and pans in the outer hall, obviously she was in a hurry and hadn't regained her composure.

    Yang Ling smiled quietly, and twirled his fingers lightly. There was still a warm taste on the fingertips. His heart began to shake, and for the first time, he hated his crumpled lies.

    These days, I have gained some understanding of her temperament. Yang Ling knew that even if she was still a virgin, she would only be his woman in this life, and she would never remarry. The belief that a person cultivated since childhood,  How can he change it?.

    Thinking of the two-year period and the predictable parting that might happen at any time, he would not have the courage to own her, unable to give, unable to promise, how could he enjoy the rights of a husband 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 misses so much.

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

    "The beauty of clothing is called Hua, and the beauty of etiquette is called Xia." Huaxia, the "Hua" in the name of this ancient nation comes from her beautiful clothing. Hanfu in the Ming Dynasty has the most styles and is the most beautiful in the history of Huaxia.  of.  With the help of a pair of skillful hands, the simple festive costumes are perfectly fit by the young mother's tailoring, which is very beautiful.

    ? Yang Ling changed into a round-neck long-sleeved gown with blue breasts and a square scarf. He was slender, with star-like eyes, and his elegant demeanor made the young lady very happy.

    The young lady is wearing cotton trousers, a blue plaid skirt, and a light pink bijia on her upper body.  With a slender waist and skirt sleeves, the long black hair is divided into two bundles and hangs down to the hips, making the whole person look pure and slender.

    A pair of embroidered upturned shoes were looming under the sleeve of the skirt, and she brought over the steaming dumplings.  The small square table was placed on the kang, and Yang Ling sat cross-legged beside the table, sitting upright, keeping his eyes straight.

    Only worthless men touch the stove, this is what Han Youniang just said, it sounds almost the same as "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", Yang Xiucai sat down obediently, guessing wildly.  At the same time, he secretly admired the beauty of the busy little wife with dishonest eyes, and of course did not forget the pair of slender little feet under her skirt.

    Han Youniang's feet were beautiful. Yang Ling had seen grandma's feet when she was a child, and she was terrified when she saw them. The so-called three-inch golden lotuses had twisted and deformed soles, revealing a miserable ugliness.  Han Youniang is a pair of natural feet. In Yang Ling's mind, it might be because the family is poor and the girls have to work in the fields, so they are lucky to keep this beauty.

    In fact, foot binding was not yet a fashion at that time, and there were not many women who bound their feet. It was not advocated until the late Ming Dynasty, and this kind of perverted behavior became fashionable in the Qing Dynasty.  , There is a reason not to bind your feet.  If that was the case, Yang Ling wouldn't be able to see her valiant and heroic demeanor of killing Tatar robbers at the top of the city today.

    Dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork were served on the table, along with a plate of sauced beef, a plate of water fontanelle, and a small pot of shochu.

    This is the most warm festival for a young couple in the cold winter night after life and death.  The young lady's sweet eating appearance and bright eyes constitute the most romantic scenery in Yang Ling's eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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