Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 30: New Year’s Day 1

Yang Ling was a little embarrassed when she heard her voice, and took a close look at her, and saw that her hair had just been washed, and her long hair was neatly draped behind her shoulders. The light was shining, revealing a fresh and feminine temperament. The pair of beautiful eyebrows flickered big eyes that could not lie, as if avoiding something.

　　Yang Ling thought to himself: "Could it be that what is the family faculty, there are no rules for not spreading?" Although he knows that Youniang has a heart on himself, if her family really has any rules, there is nothing wrong with it, but in my heart Still a little bit disappointed, he forced a smile and said: "Oh, this is the Kungfu passed down by your Han family, and no outsiders are allowed to learn it, right? Haha, I was rash."

　　 In this era, when a woman married someone, her husband’s family was her own family. Instead, her natal family would be regarded as an outsider. If it is biased towards her natal family, it would be enough for seven cases. For Han Youniang, this is a very serious language of blame Up.

　　 She couldn’t help but nervously said: "No, no, Youniang has nothing to hide from husband. If husband really wants to learn it, why wouldn’t Youniang teach it? My father learned this stick technique from Henan Shaolin Temple. ......It's called the crazy stick method."

　　 At that time, there were very strict restrictions on monkhood. People under sixty years old need to be certified by their parents and local officials before going to Beijing to take an examination. The major monasteries saw no success, so they had to recruit lay disciples, so there are many Shaolin lay disciples in the Henan Hebei area. When Youniang's father was young, due to his poor family background, he went to Shaolin Temple to eat together, and only then did he learn martial arts.

　　Yang Ling listened to the name of the "crazy stick method", and then thought of the concealed expression of Youniang, and couldn't help but suddenly realized. Seeing Youniang's shy expression and petite body, he became more and more interesting and couldn't help eating laugh it out.

　　Han Youniang was at a loss when he laughed, and looked at him embarrassedly. Seeing that he smiled more interestingly, and his cheeks were reddening, she confessed, “What Youniang didn’t want to say, is that husband forced others to say... ...And laughed at others after listening."

　　 said that her little mouth was flattened, and Yang Ling smiled so that her stomach hurts. Seeing her imprudent expression, he smiled naturally and gently put Han Youniang in his arms, and said, "Hehehe, I didn't think it was funny at first, it was because of your nervousness. When I thought of you, a charming woman, what crazy tricks you used to spread her teeth and dance claws, I couldn't help but want to laugh."

　　 Yang Ling said that leaning forward and back together, Han Youniang sternly did not speak, but the smile in her eyes gradually increased, and finally couldn't help but laugh, she slapped Yang Ling's leg bitterly, and said: " husband is good or bad, deliberately making fun of others!"

　　 Yang Ling was slapped by her, and his teeth cracked with pain. He inhaled and said: "Oh, lightly, the saddle is too hard, the thighs of husband are almost worn out on horseback."

　　Han Youniang panicked, and quickly stroked gently with a pair of small hands, so that she almost brought her mouth up to blow, she gently and gently stroked his thigh without blinking her eyes He blinked and asked, "Does it still hurt? I will go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine for golden sore after I eat."

　　 "Uh...cough cough", Yang Ling cleared his throat, and his voice was a little hoarse: "No, I just lack exercise, all right...well, no need to rub it."

　　 This little girl clearly understands something, but sometimes she can be ignorant. She was so close to the point that she rubbed and rubbed with her delicate little hands, which was simply to stir up his lust. It was like a shriveled lifeboat that fell into the sea and immediately swelled up magically, pointing directly to the sky.

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

　　 Han Youniang's face is with a touch of feminine fragrance, and the seducing Yang Ling is about to move. Her hand on her leg now felt as hot as a soldering iron, and Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hugged Han Youniang's body and kissed her cheek.

　　Youniang's body shook and froze. The face was smooth and had a trembling elasticity like skin jelly. Yang Ling couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed deeply. Youniang's face suddenly became hot, and his body did not dare to move, but his eyes became watery. Barking, there is surprise, shyness, and endless joy and affection.

　　 The red lips are moisturized like peaches that can be picked at any time, Yang Ling suppressed the strong yu look that ravaged it, hoarsely said: "I... hungry, go get dumplings".

　　 "Hmm...", Han Youniang agreed with a nasal sound, but the body was motionless. Those watery eyes looked deeply at the Yang Ling, and the waves flowed, unspeakably moving.

　　 "Suxi does not comb your hair, silk hair covers both shoulders, tactfully on your knees, nowhere to be pitiful!"

　　Han Youniang showed a lovely and charming look. In Yang Ling's mind, this flower bone had already put on an expression of willingness to be ravaged.

　　 If Han Youniang is a tender grass, then two thick horns have begun to drill out of the top of Yang Ling's head. He really wants to swallow Han Youniang wholeheartedly, and then regurgitate back to slowly chew her fragrance.

　　 Yang Ling's nose sniffed the virgin fragrance scattered on Youniang's body, he could no longer grasp his restraint, and he held her back head with big hands, grasping her sweetness tightly.

　　 The two pairs of lips are touching each other, Han Youniang panting and thin, opening the soft territory to him without experience, without the bravery and dominance of the **** battle. Yang Ling kissed her refreshing taste, and unconsciously pushed her fingers away from her collar, and felt the powdery and soft fragrance of her palm.

　　 "Hmm..." Han Youniang let out a soft moan, letting him invade in a coma, and limp in his arms weakly. Her innocent and pure body fragrance made Yang Ling tired all day. It swept away, and it took a long time before he satisfactorily removed his lips from Youniang's swollen lips.

　　Han Youniang has become more and more feminine, her eyes are shining with waves, and her red lips are soggy by his kiss, she is indescribably charming.

　　"Boo~~", his lips touched, this time it was just a light kiss, and then he smiled lowly and said, "Madam, can you cook for your husband?"

　　Han Youniang looked at him infatuatedly, her eyes were bright, and after hearing what he said, she uttered as if she was waking up from a big dream, shyly tightened her collar, jumped to the ground in a panic, spacewalking like Floating out, she heard the sound of pots and pans in the outer hall, and it was obvious that she hadn't recovered her calm in a mess.

　　 Yang Ling smiled quietly, twisted his fingers lightly, and the soft and warm taste of her **** still remained on the fingertips. His heart began to shake, and for the first time he hated the lie of his own flat feet.

　　 If there is no such lie, wouldn't he be able to enjoy her childish carcass now? These days, I have some understanding of her temperament. Yang Ling knows that even if she is still a virgin, she is destined to be his woman in this life. She will never remarry. The belief that a person has cultivated since childhood, How can he change it?

　　. Thinking of the two-year period, thinking that the foreseeable parting could happen at any time, he would not have the courage to own her, could not give, could not promise, how could he calmly enjoy the rights of her husband? But no matter whether he is poor or poor in this era, he can't bear to leave, because there is a wife he cares about and loves.

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

　　 "The beauty of the coat of arms is called Hua, and the great of etiquette is called the Summer." Hua Xia, the name of this ancient nation, "Hua" comes from her beautiful costumes. The Han clothing of the Ming Dynasty has the most styles in the history of China. Also the most beautiful. With the help of a pair of skillful hands, the simple holiday clothing is cut and fit by Youniang, which is very beautiful.

　　Yang Ling changed into a round-neck, blue-breasted, large-sleeved robe~IndoMTL.com~ Wearing a square scarf, slender body, looks like a star, and elegant temperament looks like Youniang.

　　Youniang is wearing cotton trousers, a blue buckle skirt, and a light pink birch on the upper body. With a slender waist and a skirt hem, the long black hair is divided into two bundles and hangs down to the buttocks. The whole person looks pure and delicate.

　　A pair of embroidered heeled shoes loomed under the skirt, and she brought the steaming dumplings. The small square table is placed on the kang, and the Yang Ling sits cross-legged by the table, sitting upright, not squinting.

　　The hopeless man touched the stove. This is what Han Youniang just said. It sounds almost the same as "a gentleman far from the kitchen". Yang Xiucai sat down as ordered, guessing wildly. At the same time, his eyes were dishonest and he secretly admired the beauty of the busy little wife, and of course he did not forget the delicate little feet under her skirt.

　　Han Youniang's feet are very beautiful. Yang Ling saw grandma's feet when she was a child, and she was very scared when she saw it. The so-called three-inch golden lotus, the soles of their feet were twisted and deformed, revealing a miserable ugliness. Han Youniang is a pair of celestial feet. In Yang Ling, I thought it might be because the family was poor, and the girls had to go to work in the field, so they were lucky to keep this beauty.

　　 In fact, at that time, binding feet had not yet become fashionable, and there were not many women who bound feet. It was not promoted until the late Ming Dynasty. It was not until the Qing Dynasty that such abnormal behavior became fashionable. Otherwise, Youniang should be a virtuous and good wife. Lofty ambitions, there is a reason not to bind your feet. If so, Yang Ling won't see her heroic and heroic attacking Tatar robbers in Chengtou today.

　　 The dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork were brought to the table, along with a plate of beef with sauce, a platter of water fontan, and a small pot of soju.

　　 This is the most warm holiday for a young couple in the cold winter night after life and death. Youniang's sweet taste and bright eyes constitute the most romantic scenery in Yang Ling's eyes.