Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 5: Meng Li Yimo

Yang Ling only took two steps forward, and heard a whirr, a two-fingered wooden stick had been clicked on his chest, which shocked him, and said quickly, "Don't..." , His throat was a little choked, he swallowed his saliva and said slowly: "Youniang, it's me, I'm Yang Ling".

　　 "Oh!" The stick fell to the ground with a cry, Han Youniang hurriedly took two steps, held him up, and said anxiously: "husband, you are recovering from illness, why did you come out? It's cold, if you are What's the matter, you let me...what should I do?"

　　 Yang Ling said: "It's okay, I'm much better. I just don't move very often, and my body is a little weak", he reached out to help Han Youniang carry the food pockets, Han Youniang was not willing to work again, and quickly helped him to He went back and said, "husband, go back and lie down. The night is too cold. It will be warm tomorrow at noon. I will help you out to bask in the sun."

　　Yang Ling was helpless, so she had to let her walk back. After entering the door, she couldn’t help but said: "Youniang, to treat me, my family’s money has been spent? I don’t think there is anything left in the house. ".

　　Han Youniang put the food bag on the stove and helped him to walk towards the back room. She mumbled and said softly: "Qiu Shang Dan is here, I just ran up the mountain with you on my back. The storage of grain...were all snatched away by Tarzi, so... I had to **** the furniture and things."

　　 She helped Yang Ling sit down on the kang, and while helping him take off his shoes, she raised her head and smiled at him, saying: "husband don't worry, when we have a harvest in the next year, life will be better, you It’s a scholar, don’t worry about these chores, stay better, just study at ease, next year will be a three-year rural examination."

　　Yang Ling When I saw her talking about her identity, her eyes were full of worshipful admiration and pride, and she couldn't help smiling in her heart. Now that she looks like she can’t hold her shoulders, or her hands, she just managed to write those shit-in-the-sky essays. Xiucai's background turned out to be a real man in her eyes. This is going to be in your own time. Even if you are a graduate of Tsinghua University and Peking University, you may have been kicked away by your wife a long time ago. Would you still look at you with such admiring eyes?

　　 But it’s no wonder she pays so much attention to it. Nowadays, in this era, the emphasis is on agriculture and business. Even if a businessman has money, his social status is not as good as a small landlord with only 35 acres of land. So the way to get promoted and wealth is almost entirely by being an official and entering The main way of official career is the imperial examination. Although Yang Ling is only a scholar now, in this era, the status of a scholar is a great person no matter in the city or the country. Some scholars may not be able to be admitted to a scholar when they are seven or eighty.

　　Great Ming has the most stringent supervision on the people. Even if you leave your hometown to visit relatives and friends, you will have to open a road guide, pass the customs and stamp it, and you cannot be careless. However, scholars such as scholars and enumerate man are different. They have the right to wear sharp swords and blue silk shirts, and they have the right to travel freely. Officials along the way are not allowed to block imprisonment. When they meet the county grandfathers who may never be seen by ordinary farmers, they actually There is no need to bow down and there are seats. In the eyes of ordinary people, such a person is naturally a person of great identity.

　　 Han Youniang pulled the quilt to let him lean on, then called a pot of hot water, regardless of Yang Ling's repeated refusal, gently washed his feet, this Yang Ling has enjoyed this kind of treatment, but rejected one Fan, seeing the panic on Han Youniang's face, he had to smile bitterly and let her serve.

　　 At night, lying on the bed, Yang Ling put his head on his arm, silently thinking about his own thoughts. I heard Han Youniang's slight breathing, thinking that she was sound asleep.

　　 Since the two got married, Han Youniang and him live on a kang, but they take care of him every day. The two of them have never paid a human relationship gift. They have just slept next to his bed. Tonight, husband will not The groggy appearance again made her extremely embarrassed. He couldn't see himself when he slept and blew the light. Han Youniang was still hot, and as soon as he got into the bed, he buried his head in the bed and never dared to show it.

　　 But her mood tonight is the happiest day since getting married. husband not only came back from the dead, but also seemed to be cured. It seems that she will be able to fully recover in a few days and her life will be full of hope again. With longing, she only felt extremely happy.

　　 Yang Ling and her are husband and wife, but in his heart, although the girl was born beautifully, but the misfortune and strength that he saw since opening his eyes made him feel sorry for this girl. He has only had a good life for two years, such a lovely woman, he would not be ignorant of the idea of ​​beating others with his conscience.

　　 He looked at the place where Han Youniang slept. The room was pitch black and could not see anything. He could only hear her breathing, like a little cat. Alas, he sighed faintly. Now that this girl has the identity of her own wife, she should not only find a way to survive, but also take care of her, but... she is so poor. How can she settle down in her home?

　　 I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn’t do anything about it. At this time, the heat of the kang head gradually cooled down. Not only did the face exposed outside the quilt froze, but the bed also began to cold. He tightened the quilt tightly, and suddenly thought that he was sleeping on the kang head. Han Youniang slept more. I didn’t know her. Can you stand it?

　　 quietly reached out and touched the kang noodles next to Youniang, where it was cold. It should be easy to chop some firewood in a mountain village. Why not burn more firewood in such a cold day? I just inspected the house just now, as if I didn't remember how many firewoods were placed by the stove. Thinking about her own situation, Yang Ling can’t help but feel relieved: I’m afraid that I’ve been dying for a while, as if I might die at any time. Han Youniang is a helpless person who has to take care of herself. How could she have time to go up the mountain and chop wood? .

　　 My finger touched the side of the quilt, and Yang Ling couldn't help but startled, this quilt... why is it so thin? Twisted with her fingers, the quilt was really too thin compared to the one she had covered. Did she stay up all night in this cold winter night?

　　 At this time, Han Youniang's body shrank, as if its body was arched, Yang Ling's face was hot, she was not asleep yet? He whispered with a warm face: "Youniang, haven't you slept yet?"

　　Han Youniang responded vaguely, his timid voice seemed to tremble a little. Yang Ling sighed: "Why is your quilt so thin, how can you survive such a cold winter night? Doesn't there even have a thick quilt at home?"

　　 "Um...", Han Youniang said in a low voice: "husband, you are very sick, Youniang really can't figure out a way to ask the doctor, so...I have to...sorry ...".

　　Yang Ling touched the thick quilt he had covered, and his heart became hot. He suddenly sat up and stretched out his hand to pull the mattress under Han Youniang. The surface of the kang was very smooth, and the mattress was pulled over by him.

　　Han Youniang felt a little flustered and trembled: "husband...what...what are you doing?"

　　Yang Ling was so frightened when she saw her, she was very funny, and deliberately teased her and said: "We are a husband and wife, why can't we sleep together?"

　　Han Youniang was even more panicked, but there was nothing wrong with the husband’s saying so, she had to say something deliciously, "But...but you are in good shape, we don’t...don’t. .....".

　　Yang Ling couldn’t help but laughed low, and said, "Silly girl..., your quilt is too thin. Seeing you get cold there, can I sleep? Come on, let’s sleep in together".

　　 Two mattresses were placed together, Yang Ling lifted her quilt, put her own quilt on her body, and then put the thin quilt on the thick quilt and said, "Look, it’s so much Up".

　　 Han Youniang was so embarrassed that she hid under the blanket and did not dare to come out. She curled up like a bow, with her two small fists clenched and placed on her chest. She didn't know why she was so nervous and afraid.

　　Yang Ling is her righteous husband. Her education since childhood is Three Obediences and Four Virtues. The husband is heaven and wife is earth. The saint once said: "Women, be in the hands of others." If the husband wants her, there is nothing wrong. Yes, but at the thought of what might happen, she still couldn't help being flustered, more scared than when she went hunting with her father and saw a tiger for the first time.

　　Yang Ling also felt her nervousness. To be honest, he didn’t dare to get too close to Youniang. If two people were really close together, he couldn’t guarantee that he would be indifferent. At least he was physically and mentally healthy, next to such a young man. Girl, even if he didn't want to, he still inevitably reacted physiologically, so he didn't dare to move closer because the two limbs were separated by two punches.

　　 But in this way, the only bit of heat in the quilt was gone. Although the quilt was thick, it still didn't feel warm. After lying down for a while, Yang Ling got up again, groping for the shoes.

　　Han Youniang poked out her head and asked: "husband, you...where are you going?"

　　Yang Ling asked: "How do I turn on the oil lamp? No, where is the oil lamp?"

　　Han Youniang also got up busy and ignited the oil lamp with flint. Her face was red under the light, and I don't know whether it was embarrassing or the light reflected, but it became more pretty. She said to Yang Ling bewilderedly: " husband is going to show respect? The toilet is in the outer hall."

　　Yang Ling shook his head and said: "No, I will add more firewood to the stove."

　　Han Youniang holding the oil lamp, followed him to the outer hall, a small bundle of chopped firewood was piled under the stove, Yang Ling looked at it, and walked to the corner to take the elegiac couplets, burning paper, gold and silver baskets and grab them. They came over and stuffed them into the bottom of the stove. These were made of sorghum stalks and paper. They burned easily, and the stove fire that was about to go out burned again.

　　Yang Ling pressed the bundle of firewood up one by one, Han Youniang opened his mouth, and stopped talking, thinking: "If it burns, it will burn. Anyway, the husband is good, and I don’t need to be with me all the time. Tomorrow morning I will get up early and go to the mountains to chop some firewood."

　　Yang Ling let the fire burn slowly, then clapped his hands, turned back and smiled: "Now it's okay, I can sleep warmer tonight."

　　 This turned her head, and through the fire in the stove, I could see that Han Youniang was wearing a white coarse cloth coat. Although she was wearing a few patches, she could not hide her slim and attractive figure, with a touch of skin exposed at the neckline. Under the cover of fire and lights, it looks particularly attractive.

　　 Yang Ling's heart jumped, and he quickly looked away and did not dare to look again. Han Youniang noticed his gaze, and his face was a little shy. He helped Yang Ling back into the room coyly. When Yang Ling took the oil lamp from Han Youniang, she felt that her palm was very rough, so she looked at the light. There were some calluses on her palm and the skin on the back of her palm felt rough. There were many thin holes, although I just met today, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel distressed.

　　Han Youniang blushed and shook his head, timidly withdrew his hand and said: "husband, don't freeze, let's rest soon". After this action, both of them were no longer so cautious. An inexplicable feeling was secretly breeding in their hearts. After they got into the quilt, they were no longer so cautious.

　　 It was uncomfortable to pour air-conditioning into the gap between the quilt. Yang Ling was helpless, and finally couldn't help approaching. Han Youniang trembled, and his limbs were a little stiff, but he didn't say a word gently.

　　 Yang Ling just let her get close to herself, if there is no place to stick to her body, lest the heat ran out. He laughed at Han Youniang and said: "Youniang, we can also be considered as each other." He gently rub with Youniang's little hand, and said pityingly: "Your hands are cracked. Did you wash and chop wood? It hurts? Right?"

　　Han Youniang snorted, shook his head, and realized that he couldn't see it, so he said: "It doesn't hurt, husband, as long as your body gets better, Youniang will have no regrets or regrets."

　　Yang Ling couldn't help but clenched her hand again, only to feel that although this reincarnation was the hardest time in nine times, it made people feel warm and happy. After a while, hearing that Han Youniang's breathing did not look like sleeping, Yang Ling couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking about?"

　　Han Youniang sighed lightly and said: "husband, I'm thinking about your country examination next year. My family...has no money anymore. My family has two older brothers and a younger brother, and my father is also very burdened. Heavy, I can’t help us. Our family’s four acres of Yamada was uploaded by our ancestors, and it’s not sellable. The rural examination is a major event in your life. How can this be good?"

　　Four acres of Yamada? Yang Ling couldn't help but move. He didn't have any ancestral property in his heart. He was afraid of being criticized for the idea of ​​losing his family. He just thought about how much he could sell for four acres of land. Comfortable life, when she dies, it is good for this woman to have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life.

　　 He was thinking about it for a while, his tiredness gradually hit, and he felt that the kang was getting hotter. Although Han Youniang allowed him to pull his shoulders close, his petite body was still curled up and tight. Yang Ling found it interesting. He yawned and smiled vaguely: "Youniang, relax and get closer. Warm, the weather is so cold, what are you afraid of me doing? Hmm... I suddenly thought of an ancient person~ IndoMTL.com~Han Youniang just got hot on his face when he heard this, and I didn’t know myself. What did Xiucai husband want to say, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "husband, what ancient people did he think of? "

　　 Yang Ling held back a smile and said: "I remembered Liu Xiahui, if this'gentleman' either has something wrong with herself, or is in the same situation as I am now, in the middle of the winter downstairs, holding a girl in her arms But it's not as messy, I can do it, because... it's too cold, and all bad ideas are frozen."

　　Han Youniang "puchi" smiled. Before she got married, she was worried that her husband was the kind of staid and boring talented master, and she couldn't think of him...so funny, Han Youniang felt a strange feeling in her heart. "This is my husband who has been with me all his life, and my dearest relative in the future", the little heart sighed softly. The kindness and admiration made her approach Yang Ling uncontrollably, and her nervous body also softened.

　　 She couldn't help but approached Yang Ling and whispered in his ear: "husband, I am willing to be next to you like this, regardless of birth, old age, sickness, or death, riches or poor, I am willing to accompany you forever."

　　 Hearing Han Youniang's shame at night and confiding him, 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 him? The impulse made him almost blurt out to her that he was willing to stay with her like this and spend his entire life, but he swallowed the words that came to his lips, two years of age, he sighed deeply in his heart.

　　Han Youniang's body is soft, soft, and warm. It is very comfortable to hold in his arms. Love suppressed the desire in his heart, and a burst of sleepiness surged up. Yang Ling yawned and didn't feel deep sleep. go with.