Yang Ling was burning with lust, and the blanket unknowingly arched up. But he knew that Han Youniang was inexperienced, and did not know much about such things. Moreover, she was always by Yang Ling's side, and did not know that Yang Ling had been drinking the aphrodisiac every day, and that his brain was already filled with lust.
Yang Ling still wanted to suppress his lust for Young-niang. He laughed bitterly and said, "Maybe, maybe it will become a demon." He greedily touched Young-niang's smooth face, and deliberately yawned. "I just took a bath, quickly cover yourself with the blanket and sleep. Don't catch a cold."
"No, it's too hot now." People adapt to their environment. Yang Ling's pampering and indulgence allowed Han Youniang's natural instincts to come into play. She was no longer restrained just because her husband was a scholar. She was like a spoiled child, lying there, her two little feet dangling in the air. "There's still a fire at the station, and I have to drink a lot of water in the morning, so my mouth is dry. I'll change the blanket in a while. Husband, do you want to change?"
Yang Ling straightened his body, and raised the pillow higher. "No, cover in spring and freeze in autumn, do you understand? If I change it too early, I'll catch a cold. You don't want to change it either, I'll change it in two days. "
Han Youniang pouted and said, "It's so hot, why don't you change it? You always kick the blanket away at night, and I've already covered you with it many times."
She finished combing her hair, and quickly pulled it up, revealing her beautiful neck. Yang Ling followed the opening of her robe, and saw the smooth skin on her chest. The small bud flashed, and it had already begun to form a beautiful arc.
Yang Ling's eyes widened, and he reluctantly retracted his gaze. He followed her back, and saw a pair of white and clean feet swaying in the air, causing her pants to move, and from time to time, the curve of her firm buttocks could be seen.
She was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her appearance was still a bit like an unripe apple, but her fragrant buttocks already had signs of female beauty. According to the saying of the old people, this kind of buttocks are more fertile, Yang Ling thought 'maliciously'. He had been up to no good recently.
Young-niang's upper body was narrow, and her waist was extremely thin, but her buttocks and thighs were as graceful as a mature woman's. According to Yang Ling's understanding, her lower body had already matured, which meant that she would not grow taller in the future. She should always maintain this petite and exquisite body shape.
Han Youniang saw her husband's fiery gaze and shyly put down her little feet. Her little face became even redder. She still didn't know how to make a seductive pose to tease a man, but this kind of innocent action and posture was even more alluring.
Yang Ling couldn't hold it in any longer. Breathing rapidly, he lifted the quilt and pulled Young-niang's shoulder. With a soft cry, Young-niang nimbly turned over and fell into his arms. Her face was filled with happiness as she nestled against his chest, enjoying her husband's caress and warmth.
As the two of them lay on the kang bed and chatted, Yang Ling would often show his lust. Young-niang had gradually gotten used to his caresses. Tonight, her husband had refused to take a concubine for him. Han Youniang was very grateful and did not dare to go against him.
Yang Ling hugged her slender waist and caressed her soft and tender chest, as well as her firm and bouncy buttocks. Those smooth curves seemed to be able to slightly ease his desire.
Young-niang closed her eyes and was intoxicated in her husband's embrace. Her nostrils gently fluttered. Yang Ling suddenly put his hand into her pants and forcefully grabbed her smooth and tight buttocks. That delicate and smooth skin was as smooth as a spring, and the faintly pulsating muscles exuded boundless vitality.
Han Youniang felt that her husband's actions today were a bit unusual. She shyly lowered her eyelashes and said, "Husband, you can't … you can't …."
Sperm going to the brain could make a man say things he normally couldn't say and do things he normally couldn't do. Moreover, it could fully mobilize a man's brain cells to burst out with intelligence. Humans would progress because of the pursuit of desire. At this time, Yang Ling had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to solve the problem he had set up.
He quietly hugged Young-niang tightly and gently said, "Young-niang, I drank some wine that day and was sleepy. Plus, I was a bit anxious when you cried, so there are some things I didn't have time to tell you."
"En?" Han Youniang opened her eyes and looked at Yang Ling with an inquisitive gaze. Yang Ling was like a fraud as he said in a serious manner, "The City God told me that if I ask a monk to perform a ritual and hang a blessed buddha statue on my body, then … then it would be fine to have sex."
"Oh?" The corners of Han Youniang's mouth slightly curled up. "Give birth to a child for my husband and inherit the Yang Family's lineage. Then I won't lose my husband's love." Her father's words flashed through her mind. After the incident with Ma Lian 'er today, she more or less felt a sense of crisis. At this time, she immediately thought of this important problem that urgently needed to be put on her daily schedule.
She excitedly tightened her arms around her husband's neck, "Our Chicken Cry Inn has a temple, but we don't have a monk. Can we find some time to go to the prefectural city? Find a master … "
Okay, of course that's good, but what now? The arrow was already on the bowstring, it had to be released. After drinking tonic wine for more than a month, Yang Ling's body was like a flood, and the flood was severe. Yang Ling vaguely said, "Okay, okay, we'll find some time to go to the prefectural city." As he said that, he turned over and pressed down on Young-niang's body.
Young-niang's tender body perfectly matched with his. Her thighs, waist, and arms were filled with flexible strength. There wasn't a place that wasn't elastic, and there wasn't a place that wasn't flexible. This was the result of running and jumping in the mountains and climbing up and down trees since she was a child.
Yang Ling's lust was completely ignited by her youthful body that was full of vitality. He put down the burden in his heart and pressed down on Young-niang's wonderful body, wantonly tasting her soft and sweet cherry lips.
"Husband, we can't do it now. Right now … we can't … "Han Youniang was afraid and wanted to push against his chest in a panic.
"Don't worry, my dear wife. Husband … husband doesn't want your body today, so it doesn't count as being close to a woman." Yang Ling gasped for breath and helplessly settled for the next best thing.
Han Youniang blinked her big watery eyes in confusion. Her small hand had already been pulled into Yang Ling's underwear by him.
With a soft "ah" sound, Young-niang anxiously pulled her hand back as if she had been stung. However, Yang Ling grabbed her wrist and didn't let go. Then, he pried open her fingers one by one and let her hold that burning hot erection.
Han Youniang was so nervous that her entire body was trembling. She tightly closed her eyes and froze there, not daring to move. Yang Ling moved her a little, kissed her small earlobe, and whispered, "That's it, do you understand now?"
Han Youniang opened one eye to look at him, then immediately closed it. Her face seemed to be on fire as she stammered, "I … I … um … but … this … doesn't this count as being close to a woman?"
"En, it doesn't count!"
"Really?"
"Of course, husband is a scholar!"
"Oh …"
"… It's too light, use more force."
"Oh …"
"Aiyo … What about you? Be a little lighter, wife. "
"Oh …"
Outside the window, the bright moon was hanging in the sky. In the room, Yang Ling patiently popularized the knowledge of sex education. Fortunately, he met a good student with a strong comprehension ability, so he gradually got into a good mood and felt like he was on cloud nine.
Han Youniang sat cross-legged next to Yang Ling, her beautiful hair scattered in front of her chest and the back of her head. Her bright eyes flashed with unconcealable shyness, and her slender hands moved under the quilt according to Yang Ling's instructions. After a while, she suppressed her shyness and asked curiously, "Husband, is it comfortable to do this?"
Yang Ling closed his eyes and reveled in it. Young-niang's little hands were soft and strong. Although he didn't know what technique it was, he didn't care at this time. He would slowly teach her in the future. This kind of movement and her little lolita appearance were enough to stimulate him, so he just softly said, "Husband, is it comfortable to do this?"
Han Youniang thought for a while and stopped again. Her little face was very serious, "Husband, I always feel that … this really doesn't count as being close to a woman?"
Didn't she know that this kind of thing needed to be emotional? She was actually discussing the problem? Yang Ling wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only grit his teeth and repeated word by word, "Believe me, it's not wrong, because I am a scholar!"
Han Youniang smiled shyly and didn't speak anymore. Her expression was very focused. Under the light, her delicate and tender face was covered with a layer of light red light, and her delicate facial features revealed a soft and charming aura.
Yang Ling's back began to stiffen. He glanced at Young-niang like a wolf and found that her lips were thin and pouty, her pearly white teeth were slightly exposed, and her eyes were charming. Why didn't he notice it just now? Based on Youniang's obedient personality, if she used her red little mouth … Yang Ling had only thought of this, and his excitement, which was close to the climax, burst forth uncontrollably.
Young-niang had no experience. Feeling his impulse, her hand moved even more vigorously. She was extremely sensitive after venting just now, so Yang Ling grabbed her wrist and stopped her kind ravaging.
When he regained his consciousness, he saw that Young-niang was looking at him with her eyes wide open, as if she still didn't know what had happened. However, there was a trace of interest in her pure and innocent eyes. When they met, her eyes immediately moved away shyly.
"Husband, are you done?" She asked shyly with her head lowered.
Yang Ling held her little foot and said, "En." Han Youniang was so ticklish that she retracted her foot, and then she smiled happily, as if she had completed a great task. She was like a gentle kitten and snuggled into Yang Ling's arms with satisfaction. She said softly, "Husband, this … really doesn't count as being close to a woman?"
"Uh … Of course, husband is a scholar!"
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, Han Youniang smiled sweetly and said, "Husband, your heart is beating so fast!" Yang Ling suddenly smiled and hugged his lovely little wife tighter. He suddenly knew that Young-niang just wanted to keep talking to him. He gently stroked Young-niang's silky hair.
* * *
Early in the morning, Yang Ling walked to the second courtyard where the grain was stored. He saw more than a dozen soldiers waiting in the courtyard with carriages. The leader was Bi Chun's bodyguard, Guan Shouying. Yang Ling quickly went up to greet him. Guan Shouying saw him and laughed, "Minister Yang, you are up early. The army's rations have been used up. I brought people over to collect three more days' rations."
Yang Ling had already heard that Bi Chun's army was going to return to Zhe, so they had planned to collect rations in the short term so that they would not have to hand it over. Thus, they collected rations more frequently. The two were standing in the courtyard chatting when they suddenly saw Ma Ang angrily walking out of the backyard with a horsewhip in his hand.
He had just gone to see his sister, but he did not know why he was angry with Ma Lian'er. He looked unhappy. Yang Ling cupped his hands and said, "Brother Ma, long time no see."
Ma Ang was a little surprised to see him. He also cupped his hands and said, "Minister Yang." Guan Shouying interrupted with a smile, "Brother Ma, why do you look so unhappy? Could it be that … your sister doesn't agree?"
Ma Ang forced a smile and said, "How can that be? You think highly of me and my sister. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. Shouldn't I be in charge of my sister's matters? "
Guan Shouying put on a fake smile and said, "That's true. Then I will congratulate Brother Ma first. I hope you will take care of me in the future." A hint of pride flashed across Ma Ang's face and he said, "I dare not. You and I are both under Minister Bi's command. We must take care of each other. Oh right, I still need to go to Pudu Temple. Minister Yang, Old Guan, I will leave first. "
Watching Ma Ang leave in a hurry, Yang Ling asked in confusion, "Brother Guan, what is Brother Ma doing? Why is he in such a hurry? "
Guan Shouying said in a strange tone, "Minister Bi has taken a fancy to Ma Ang's sister and intends to take her as a concubine. This brother naturally wants the opportunity to claim marriage with the City Secretary. But looking at his defeated look, this persimmon is not easy to pinch. It seems that his sister is not a girl without a mind of her own. Hehe, if he wants to use his sister as a stepping stone, it doesn't seem that easy! "
Looking at the way he was laughing, it was not clear whether he despised Ma Ang's character or was jealous that he did not have a beautiful sister so that he could become the brother-in-law of a fourth-rank official in the imperial court.
Yang Ling was shocked when he heard this. City Secretary Bi has taken a fancy to Ma Lian 'er? He remembered that his age was about the same as Ma Lian 'er's father. Then he thought about his rather mean triangular eyes. And Ma Lian' er was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was as pretty and childish as a spring onion. The image of a young beauty flashed across his mind and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
After rejecting Ma Lian 'er, he felt that he owed her a favor. That was why he tried his best to use his power to help her carry her coffin back to her hometown to make up for it. If she could find a suitable husband, then he could also put down the burden in his heart. Unexpectedly, her brother, for his own future, wanted her to marry a man who was almost fifty years old as a concubine. Could it be that beautiful women have a short life and Ma Lian 'er only had the fate of being a concubine?
From Ma Ang's angry appearance, it was obvious that he was defeated by Ma Lian 'er, his sister who was soft on the outside but tough on the inside. Should he go and see her? Yang Ling thought about it. He wanted to turn around but stopped in a daze, "No matter what, this is other people's family business. What status do I have to meddle in it?"
Guan Shouying saw that Yang Yicheng was a little dazed after hearing her words and couldn't help but feel a little strange. This soldier who used to be a butcher was quite perceptive and saw through some things. She said, "Looking at this, could it be that Yang Yicheng also likes Miss Ma? Hmm, they live in a big courtyard. It's Miss Scholar's backyard. It's often sung in opera.
"Hey, there's a good show to watch. Ma Ang used to call me Big Brother Guan whenever he saw me, but now he's calling me Old Guan. It's so f * cking ear-piercing. If he really becomes Sir Bi's brother-in-law, then I'll become Little Guan. Hmm, I have to think about this. Little Yang is a righteous person. Helping him is also helping me!"
Both of them were thinking about their own matters when a low-ranking official rushed over. He called from afar, "Sir, the person who came last time is looking for you again. He's waiting in the front hall."
Yang Ling was taken aback by this random question. He asked closely, "What do you mean 'last time'? Who is it? "
The low-ranking official said, "It's that old man who sells medicine. He said his surname is Wu. He said he has an urgent matter to see you."
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