Yang Ling carried the unpasted Emperor's calligraphy and returned to the door in the small carriage he had hired. He got off the carriage and walked back with his legs splayed out, looking even more dignified than the officials when they went to court.
It was just that the quick-witted maid Yun'er had already told Young-niang about how her master had been flogged and resisted the imperial edict. His pretentiousness could not be hidden. After hearing Yun'er's words, Han Youniang was restlessly waiting for her husband's news. When she heard her husband's voice, she rushed out of the room and hugged him. With tears of joy in her eyes, she said, "Husband, you're back. Young-niang was worried to death."
She had not combed her hair yet. Her hair was clear and her hair was draped over her shoulders. This kind of common hairstyle used by women since the Han and Tang Dynasties was very similar to the modern women's hair draped over their shoulders. With her plain white dress, she looked gentle and delicate. Yang Ling saw that his wife's cheeks were still a bit pale. He couldn't help but worry, "You've just recovered. Didn't Tian Godly Doctor tell you to stay in bed and recuperate? Why are you out of bed? Quickly go back and lie down. Right, have you drunk the medicine that Tian Godly Doctor prescribed?"
The maid Yun'er timidly said, "Master, this servant has brewed the medicine, but madam doesn't want to drink it because it's bitter. She said that she can sit on the bed and breathe. She has been panting for a while."
Yang Ling had seen Young-niang practice qigong. Hearing the maid's interesting words, he couldn't help but laugh. Young-niang anxiously said, "Husband, did the emperor blame you again? Young-niang, I heard that you were beaten thirty times. Is the injury serious? "
The emperor did not punish him, so Yang Ling was not worried that Young-niang would find out. He chuckled and said, "It's okay. Look at me, am I not fine? You should quickly recuperate and not let husband worry. " As he spoke, he moved closer to Young-niang and whispered, "Don't worry, it won't hurt. It's about the same as when husband spanks your butt."
Han Youniang blushed and angrily said, "Look at you, still talking nonsense. There are people here." Yang Ling now realized that there was one more person in the family. It was comparable to the two of them in the past. He quickly coughed and took out a string of copper coins from his bosom. He handed it to Yun'er and said, "Yun'er, go to the market and buy some sugar for madam to mix with the medicine.
Go quickly. "Yun'er crisply complied. She took the money and quickly went out. Yang Ling and Young-niang supported each other as they walked into the room. Yang Ling saw that Young-niang was wearing a moon-white dress with long sleeves and tight waist. The dress was like a cloud, making her look a bit thin. He could not help but worriedly said," It would be better if you wore a suit of armor. You were sweating profusely yesterday. You can't stand the cold anymore. "
Young-niang supported him to the head of the kang and said, "It's already four months. Wearing too much is uncomfortable. Husband, quickly lie down. I'll take a look at your injury."
The two of them had already gone through a lot of wind and rain. Yang Ling did not mind being naked in front of her. He lay down on the head of the kang and let Young-niang undress. Fortunately, underwear had not been invented at that time. This undergarment was big enough and easy to take off.
Young-niang gently helped him take off his undergarment. Seeing that a part of it was stuck to his buttocks, she did not dare to move. In the end, Yang Ling endured the pain and pulled it off himself. Although Yang Ling's buttocks were badly bruised, he did not actually injure his tendons or bones. If he took a good rest, he would probably not even have a scar. However, he had been running around for the past two days. His wounds had opened up again and now there were some places where blood was still seeping out. His originally pink and delicate buttocks were about to become a bloody mess.
Han Youniang covered her mouth with tears. Yang Ling felt that his buttocks were a bit cold. He turned his head and saw Young-niang's sad expression. He could not help but ask in surprise, "Young-niang, what's wrong? Although I feel a bit of pain walking, I don't feel that my tendons or bones have been injured. "
Han Youniang sniffled and sadly said, "Xianggong's wounds have not healed for a long time. Even if they are healed, there will still be a scar." Yang Ling laughed and said, "So what? It's not my wife's buttocks that are injured. Ha, ha, do you have medicine at home? Just apply some on me. As long as it doesn't hurt, that's all. "
Han Youniang was ashamed and angry at the same time. She rolled her eyes at Yang Ling and said angrily, "Xianggong always has a glib tongue. You don't say anything nice at all." Yang Ling changed to a more comfortable position and said with a smile, "Didn't Xianggong say anything nice? Yesterday, I don't know who it was who was lying in my bosom and listening to me, blushing and her heart beating fast. "
"Ah!" Han Youniang cried out. She was so embarrassed that her cheeks turned red. Her body had just recovered, and her heart was beating so fast that she was panting. Young-niang couldn't resist and jumped down. She said, "Xianggong, you rest first. Young-niang will go to the streets to buy some medicine."
Han Youniang had just opened the door when she saw two strong servants carrying a soft couch into the courtyard. A man in his thirties was lying on the couch. Behind him were two servants carrying a lot of things. Han Youniang was puzzled and asked, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
Qian Ning was lying on the soft couch and saw a pure and cute little beauty. Her hair was loose and her eyebrows were picturesque, but she didn't have the three locks of hair that married women wore. He thought that she was Yang Ling's new maid. He couldn't help but feel an itch in his heart. "This boy is really lucky. Even his maid is so beautiful that it makes my heart beat faster. If it were me, I would have already pulled her onto the kang bed to warm my feet. How could I bear to have her serve tea? I don't know if he would be willing to let her go. I'll tell him later. I'll give him four maids in exchange."
As Qian Ning thought about it, he revealed a sly smile. He looked at her soft and moving figure and said, "Is your master, Mr. Yang Yang Ling, at home? I've specially come to visit."
Han Youniang heard this and felt a bit inferior. "I... Do I look like a little maid?" She lowered her head and looked at her clothes. She was a bit unhappy. "So it's my husband's friend. Please come in."
Qian Ning was taken aback. He quickly retracted his lecherous smile and said, "So it's Madam Yang. My apologies, my apologies. I am Qian Ning, a friend of Master Yang." Yang Ling, who was in the room, heard this and raised his voice, "Youniang, is Master Qian here? Quickly invite him in. "
Qian Ning was in charge of the Imperial Bodyguard. He didn't even blink when he used all kinds of cruel methods to torture and kill prisoners. He was already used to bloody scenes. However, such a person loved his body to the extreme. This could be seen from the arrangements he made before he was caned.
After he returned home, he lay on his bed and recuperated. In order to avoid leaving a scar on his butt, he didn't dare to move a muscle. The next day, news of Yang Ling defying the imperial edict reached his ears. Qian Ning thought that Yang Ling was dead for sure this time. He secretly regretted that the line he had worked so hard to build with the Eastern Palace had been broken.
When he heard that Yang Ling had knelt at the Meridian Gate in accordance with the imperial edict, Qian Ning, who was well-versed in officialdom, immediately smelled something unusual. He immediately sent someone to find a friend in the palace who was a commander of the Imperial Guards to inquire about the news. He unexpectedly found out that the Emperor had bestowed a painting to Yang Ling.
Qian Ning made a prompt decision. Now that it was clear that the Emperor wanted to protect Yang Ling, it was better to provide timely assistance than to add flowers to brocade. He didn't even have time to buy a gift. He immediately took the gifts that other people had sent to visit him. He didn't even open them and rushed over without stopping.
Qian Ning was carried into Yang Ling's bedroom. He placed the soft cushion on a chair and the edge of the kang. Seeing Yang Ling lying on the kang with a blanket over him, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Sir Yang, I sent someone to visit yesterday, but you weren't home. Today I'm feeling better, so I came by myself."
Yang Ling smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir Qian. Speaking of which, it was me who caused you trouble and troubled you to come see me. I'm really sorry." Qian Ning laughed and said, "You and I are fellow Brocade Guards, and we both suffered in front of the palace. Our fate is not shallow. There's no need to say such polite words."
As he spoke, his shifty eyes looked around and saw the roll of Xuan paper that Yang Ling had thrown on the kang. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked. "What is the relationship between this Yang Ling and His Majesty? He secretly took the Crown Prince out of the palace and publicly resisted the imperial edict. Not only was His Majesty not angry, he even bestowed him with a painting. No matter what the Emperor bestows, which prince, duke, or minister would not immediately wrap it in yellow silk and worship it in the morning and evening? This is the Emperor's favor and trust. But he is good … the Emperor's own calligraphy … "
Qian Ning looked at the painting and felt some heartache. He pretended to be casual and said, "On this kang is … hehe, Sir Yang is really worthy of being a scholar. Recuperating at home, you still want to recite poetry and paint?"
Yang Ling slapped his forehead. In his heart, he never had any thought of the supremacy of the monarch, so he often neglected things that other people took for granted. Just now, as soon as he got home, he was so busy with the little beauty that he forgot about the Emperor's painting. This was money. Not only was it an ancient painting, but it was also the Emperor's calligraphy. If this was left to me and Young-niang's descendants, how much money would it be worth in the future?
Yang Ling quickly said to Young-niang, "Wife, quickly put this painting on the cabinet. Hehe, this is a gift from His Majesty, don't damage it."
Han Youniang had just come in with a cup of tea for Qian Ning. When she heard that the unremarkable scroll on the kang was a gift from the Emperor, she quickly picked it up and looked around for a moment. She didn't know where to put it before she felt safe. After all, Han Youniang came from a remote mountain village. In her heart, the Son of Heaven was like a legend. Now that she had personally seen the gift from the Son of Heaven, it was no wonder that she was terrified.
Yang Ling smiled and said, "Put it on the cabinet. Later, I will find someone to paste it and make a box to store it. Then I won't have to worry about bumping it." Qian Ning enviously said, "The Emperor gave it to you? Hehe, now I am relieved. I heard that you disobeyed the imperial edict yesterday. I was worried the whole night. "
He inadvertently pulled in another layer of relationship. Yang Ling also wanted to get close to this Qian Ning who held great power. Hearing his words, he laughed and said, "Brother Qian is worried. These words must not be passed on again. How could Yang Ling dare to disobey the imperial edict? It was only that my beloved wife was sick and I begged the eunuch who passed the imperial edict to forgive me for a moment. The common people on the streets are spreading rumors and talking nonsense. They really want the world to be in chaos."
Qian Ning laughed dryly twice. He was about to say a few more flattering words when the eunuch from the palace arrived. Fortunately, the eunuch from the Bureau of Imperial Edict knew the rules. He stood in the courtyard facing south and his back to the north. He basically did not enter Qian Ning's room. Yang Ling hurriedly put on his clothes. Accompanied by Young-niang, he went out to kneel to receive the imperial edict.
When Yang Ling came back after seeing off the imperial envoy, Qian Ning flattered him for a while. Seeing Young-niang holding two bottles of medicine bestowed by the Emperor, waiting to apply it to her husband, he cupped his hands and bid his farewell. Before Yang Ling could take off his armor, the eunuch presented him with a pile of gifts. In a show of great hospitality, he personally escorted him to the door. Both sides were about to cup their hands and bid farewell when they saw a small sedan chair creaking slowly toward them.
The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted and a pale horse-like face peeked out from inside. As soon as he saw Yang Ling standing at the door, the man could not help but be overjoyed. Hastily he said with a trembling voice, "Sir Yang, I was afraid I would not be able to find you. The Heavens have taken pity on me. Aiyo, I have finally seen Daren."
Yang Ling and Qian Ning fixed their eyes on the man. They saw that the man's hair was white and his face was pale with a tinge of green. It was none other than the palace procurement eunuch Ma Yongcheng. "Eunuch Ma," Qian Ning cried out involuntarily, "How can you … with your appearance, you still want to go out of the palace to buy things?"
Ma Yongcheng unhappily shot him a glance. "What do you want to buy?" he said, "With my appearance, how can I go out to buy things? Quick, quick, we are talking in the courtyard. If someone sees us, it will not be good. "
Yang Ling and Qian Ning looked at each other and, bewildered, returned to the courtyard. With a bitter face, Ma Yongcheng beckoned to Yang Ling. "Daren, please come here. I have been impolite. It was not easy to get people to carry me onto the sedan chair. I did not dare to move. My buttocks are all smashed. This old life of mine …"
Yang Ling knew that the eight eunuchs in the palace had received far more severe punishments than he had. Seeing that tears were about to fall from his eyes as he spoke, Yang Ling quickly stepped forward and said, "Gong-gong, you should be taking a good rest. Why did you come out of the palace?"
Ma Yongcheng said with a bitter smile, "Who said it wasn't? It was the Crown Prince …" As he said this, he glanced around. Qian Ning understood what he meant and hurriedly ordered people to go out. Ma Yongcheng hurriedly said, "Wait, wait. Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Ask the servants to go out. Daren Qian, stay here too. Maybe we still need you for this matter."
As soon as Qian Ning heard that the Crown Prince still had something for him to do, he only felt his scalp tingling. He had to send all the servants out and also came forward. Ma Yongcheng panted and said, "Mr. Yang, today is the third day. What you said before, the Crown Prince took it seriously.
There are no outsiders here, so I'll tell you directly. The Crown Prince has taken a fancy to the girl. Several men in the palace really fell in love with the Crown Prince's torment. But the people in the Musical House are the subordinates of Miao Kui and Eunuch Miao, so I don't dare to ask for help. This matter still has to fall on your head. Here is all my savings, fourteen thousand taels of silver. No matter what you do, you have to redeem him. I'll settle him here with you for the time being. "
As Ma Yongcheng said this, he painfully took out a roll of silver notes and handed it to Yang Ling, saying, "Jameson Province has been ordered by the Emperor to keep a close eye on us now. I have to go back to the palace as soon as possible. That's it. You can handle it. Tomorrow at the gate of the harem, there will be a little eunuch who carries water to ask you about the news. Well, well, I have to go back to the palace."
Ma Yongcheng directed two servants of the Purchasing Department to carry him out of the door and quickly left. Yang Ling held the roll of silver notes for a long time and then looked at Qian Ning for help and said, "Brother Qian, what do you think about this matter..."
Qian Ning did not know that Yan Kuan was almost kicked to death by Zhang Yanling and had long since dared not to have any ideas about Yutang Chun, so he also felt that this matter was a bit troublesome. But he dared not show it, so he had to say, "This matter... Since the Crown Prince has spoken, Mr. Yang, if there is anything you need me to do, just say it. How about... we forcibly redeem her?"
Yang Ling gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, saying, "Good! I don't believe that more than 10,000 taels of silver can't redeem a person. ... Uh... By the way, which one does the Crown Prince like? "
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