Yang Ling heard the bashfulness in her voice and took a closer look at her. He saw that she had just washed her hair, and her long hair was neatly draped over her shoulders. It was shiny, and she exuded a refreshing, gentle aura. Beneath her beautiful eyebrows was a pair of big eyes that would not lie, and they were blinking, as if she was avoiding something.
Yang Ling thought, "Could it be a family heirloom, and there is a rule that it cannot be taught to outsiders?" Although he knew that his mother's heart was in love with him, and it was understandable if her family really had some rules, he still felt a little disappointed. He forced a smile and said, "Oh, this is the kung fu handed down from generation to generation in your family. Outsiders are not allowed to learn it, right? Haha, I was too rash. "
In this era, when a woman married, her husband's family was her home, and her mother's family was considered an outsider. If a woman was partial to her mother's family, it was enough to make seven exceptions. For Han Youniang, this was a very serious rebuke.
She couldn't help but nervously said, "No, no, Young-niang has nothing to hide from you. If you really want to learn, how could Young-niang not teach you? This set of staff technique was learned by my father from the Henan Shaolin Temple. It is called … called Crazy Devil Staff Technique. "
At that time, the restrictions on becoming a monk were very strict. If people under the age of 60 wanted to become a monk, they needed to have a certificate from their parents and local officials, and then they had to go to the capital to take an examination. Only those who were good at chanting scriptures would be given a certificate. The major temples saw that there was no way to continue, so they could only accept lay disciples. Therefore, there were many Shaolin monks in Henan and Hebei. When Young-niang's father was a poor child, he ran to the Shaolin Temple to earn a living and learned martial arts.
When Yang Ling heard the name 'Crazy Devil Staff Technique', and then thought of Young-niang's secretive expression, he couldn't help but be enlightened. Looking at Young-niang's shy expression and petite figure, he found it more and more interesting and couldn't help but laugh.
Han Youniang was bewildered by his laughter and looked at him embarrassedly. Seeing that he was more and more interesting, she blushed and said embarrassedly, "Young-niang didn't want to say it, but you forced me to say it … You laughed at me after hearing it."
Yang Ling laughed until his stomach hurt. Seeing her aggrieved look, he laughed and gently hugged Han Youniang in his arms, saying, "Hahaha, I didn't think it was funny at first. You are the one who is oversensitive. Whenever I think of a delicate girl like you, baring your fangs and brandishing your claws, I really can't help but want to laugh."
Yang Ling laughed back and forth. Han Youniang kept a straight face and didn't say anything, but the smile in her eyes gradually grew. Finally, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She slapped Yang Ling's leg and said angrily, "You are so bad, deliberately making fun of me!"
Yang Ling grimaced in pain after being slapped by her. He took a deep breath and said, "Ouch, be gentler, be gentler. The saddle is too hard. My husband's thighs are about to break from riding it."
Han Youniang panicked and quickly used her small hands to gently stroke it. She looked like she was about to blow on it. She gently, gently stroked his thigh and looked at him without blinking. She asked, "Does it still hurt? After eating, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine for wounds. "
"Uh … Ahem," Yang Ling cleared his throat and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "No need, I just lack exercise. Okay … Um, you don't need to rub it."
This little girl clearly understood some things, but sometimes she was ignorant. It was so close to his vitals. Her pair of delicate little hands rubbed and rubbed, simply provoking his desire. That place was like a shriveled lifeboat that had fallen into the sea. It immediately swelled up magically and pointed to the sky.
Yang Ling hurriedly bent over, thanking God! No, thank the tailor. What a spacious crotch. It was enough to cover his ugly appearance. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. But then he realized that Han Youniang's pretty face was so close to his lips. On her tender and flawless skin, a few strands of hair touched his cheek, making him want to sneeze.
Han Youniang's face had a faint fragrance of a woman, tempting Yang Ling. Her hand on his thigh felt as hot as a branding iron. Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hug Han Youniang's body and kiss her cheek.
Young-niang's body trembled and froze. Yang Ling couldn't help but give her a deep kiss. Her face was smooth and bouncy like a meat jelly. Yang Ling couldn't help but lean forward and give her a deep kiss. Young Mother's face instantly became hot. She didn't dare move, but her eyes became watery. There was surprise, shyness, and endless joy and affection in her eyes.
Her red lips were moist like a honey peach that could be picked at any time. Yang Ling suppressed his strong desire to ravage it and said with a hoarse voice, "I … am hungry. Let's go make dumplings."
"En …" Han Youniang answered with a nasal voice. Her body didn't move. Her pair of watery eyes deeply looked at Yang Ling. Her rippling eyes were indescribably moving.
"You don't comb your hair at night. Your hair drapes over your shoulders and gently rests on your knees. How is it not pitiful!"
Han Youniang revealed a lovely and moving expression. In Yang Ling's eyes, this flower bud had already put on an expression of willing to be ravaged.
If Han Youniang was a tender blade of grass, then Yang Ling's head had already begun to drill two thick horns. He really wanted to swallow Han Youniang whole and then chew on her fragrance.
Yang Ling's nose took in the virgin fragrance of Young-niang's body. He could no longer control himself. His large hands suddenly held the back of her head and tightly grasped her sweetness.
Two pairs of lips met. Han Youniang's delicate breathing was gentle. Without any experience, she opened up her soft and beautiful territory for him to occupy. She didn't have the valiant and domineering aura she had during the bloody battle at the top of the city wall. Yang Ling kissed the refreshing taste of her, his fingers unconsciously pushing aside her collar, feeling the soft fragrance that filled his palm.
"En …" Han Youniang let out a soft moan. She was unconscious and allowed him to invade her. Her body powerlessly collapsed in his arms. Her pure and youthful body fragrance made Yang Ling's tiredness of the day disappear. After a long time, he finally moved his lips away from Young-niang's swollen red lips in satisfaction.
Han Youniang became more and more feminine. Her eyes were rippling and her red lips were wet from his kisses. She looked indescribably delicate.
"Bo ~ ~" Two lips met. This time it was only a light kiss. Then he said with a low smile, "Wife, can you cook for your husband now?"
Han Youniang looked at him in a daze. Her eyes were bright. After hearing his words, she let out an ah sound as if she had just woken up from a dream. She shyly tightened her collar and panickedly jumped off the ground. She floated out as if she was on a spacewalk. She could hear the sounds of pots and pans in the outer hall. It was clear that she had not calmed down yet.
Yang Ling let out a quiet laugh and gently twirled his fingers. The tip of his fingers still had the soft, warm taste of her breast. His heart began to waver, and for the first time, he hated the lie that he had told her.
If it wasn't for that lie, then wouldn't he be able to enjoy her beautiful body right now? These days, he had some understanding of her temperament. Yang Ling knew that even if she was still a virgin, she was destined to be his woman for the rest of her life. She would never remarry. How could he change the beliefs that a person had since they were young?
Thinking about the two year deadline, thinking about the foreseeable separation that could happen at any time, he did not have the courage to have her. He could not give, he could not promise, so how could he calmly enjoy the rights of a husband? But no matter how poor this era was, he couldn't bear to leave, because here was the wife he cared about, the one he loved dearly.
Yang Ling silently thought about it. His heart began to hurt as if it was being pierced by needles …
"The beauty of clothing is called Hua, and the etiquette is called Xia." The "Hua" in the ancient name of China came from its beautiful clothing. In the history of China, the Ming Dynasty's Han clothing had the most styles and was also the most beautiful. With a pair of skillful hands, the simple holiday clothing was tailored by Young-niang. It was very beautiful.
Yang Ling had changed into a round-collared green robe with wide sleeves and a square scarf over his head. His figure was slender and his eyes were bright. His elegant demeanor made his young mother happy.
Young-niang wore a pair of cotton-padded trousers and a blue checkered skirt. She wore a light pink bikini. Her waist was slender and her skirt was short. Her long black hair was divided into two bunches and hung down to her hips. She looked simple and delicate.
Under her skirt, a pair of embroidered shoes could be faintly seen. She brought the piping hot dumplings over. The small square table was placed on the kang. Yang Ling sat cross-legged beside the table and straightened his back, looking straight ahead.
Only a good-for-nothing man would touch the stove. This was what Han Youniang said. It sounded similar to "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen". Yang Xiucai obeyed and sat properly, making wild guesses. At the same time, his eyes were secretly admiring the beauty of his busy wife. Of course, he did not forget the pair of delicate little feet under her skirt.
Han Youniang's feet were very beautiful. Yang Ling had seen his grandmother's feet when he was young. At that time, he was very afraid. It was the so-called three-inch golden lotus. The soles of the feet were twisted and deformed, revealing a kind of miserable ugliness. Han Youniang's feet were a pair of heavenly feet. In Yang Ling's opinion, it might be because her family was poor and girls had to work in the fields. That was why she was lucky enough to preserve her beauty.
In fact, binding feet had not become a fashion at that time. There were not many women who bound feet. It was only in the late Ming Dynasty that it was advocated. It was only in the Qing Dynasty that this kind of perverted behavior became fashionable. Otherwise, with Han Youniang's ambition to be a virtuous and virtuous wife, there was no reason for her not to bind her feet. If that was the case, Yang Ling would not have been able to see her valiant and heroic appearance when she killed the Tatar bandits at the top of the city wall.
The cabbage and pork dumplings were served on the table. There was also a plate of soy sauce beef, a plate of watermelon platter, and a small pot of soju.
This was the warmest festival for a young couple on a cold winter night after life and death. Young-niang's sweet eating manner and bright eyes formed the most romantic scenery in Yang Ling's eyes.
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