Chapter 106 Hongxiu serves wine

Willow, elm, locust camphor, grow along the stream. Because it had just rained heavily in the past few days, the traces of floods in the mountains were very obvious. The roots of some old trees next to the river were exposed outside, and some dead trunks were scattered on the dry river channel.

Under a willow tree, there is a large bluestone obliquely. Under the stone, it forms a turbulent and clear river water, about one person deep, four feet in a radiant circle. On the left hillside is the barracks built by the five hundred soldiers of Zuoshaoying. At the mountain road is Gaolaozhuang. From here, you can overlook the entire village and see the courtyard pavilions in your home.

In mid-June, the weather is hot and the rural environment is quiet and elegant, but the cicadas are noisy day and night, making it difficult for people to fall asleep. At this time, a bamboo couch in Xiangfei was placed by the river, and Yang Ling lay on the couch like an old man. The mottled sunlight shines on him, making people drowsy.

His hands and feet were wrapped around white cloth, and a fishing rod stood in front of him. The fish float gently swayed on the water. The fish had already taken off the fish, but no one went to change to the bait.

It has been ten days since he returned from the capital. Yang Ling's hands and feet were covered with sticks and his fingers were covered with bloody hands and feet, and the careful service of the goddess doctor Gao Wenxin, but Han Youniang, Yu Tangchun and others did not dare to be careless. Seeing that his wrists and ankles were tender, they were afraid that they would wear out the skin, so they still tied up thick cloth to keep them.

The Xiangfei bamboo couch under her is a gift given by Yan Song. The Yan family is a small landlord in the local area. After entering the capital, they can't get a font. Since they can't give big gifts, they might as well give some elegant things in time, which is quite suitable for Yang Ling's thoughts.

Yang Ling was always suspicious about why the soil retrieved by the imperial tomb had no flaws. When Yan Song visited, he also tried indirectly. Yan Song always thought that Duke Cheng Guo and Wang Shouren were the ones who cheated on orders. Maybe Yang Ling knew the truth, so he didn't dare to make a contribution. He didn't dare to tell the truth.

However, he thought he had seen through the secret, but was itchy and hard to scratch, for fear that others would not know that he would help him, so he could not help but reveal some news in his words. Yang Ling heard that it was Duke Cheng, Wang Shouren and Yan Song joined forces to help him through the difficulties, and the gratitude in his heart was naturally indescribable.

In the past few days after returning, most of the people from the Jinyiwei Qian Ning, Yu Yong, the officials from the Third Office of the Shenji Camp, Liu Jin, Ma Yongcheng, etc., who were intimate and related people came to visit each other in person. Those who couldn't leave also asked someone to send generous gifts.

These people took more than just a daughter. Yang Ling was beaten and went to Caishikou to perform a series of honest officials. The reputation of loyal ministers spread among the people and made a fortune. Dai Yi, Li Duo, Ni Qian and others were incomparable. Not only could they not compare, they also had to buy gifts and visit Yang Ling. At this point, they knew that 90% of them were due to Yang Ling. This visit was thankful for his kindness, but they just knew each other tacitly.

Yang Ling once served as a attendant of the Eastern Palace and was under the jurisdiction of the Zhan Shi Mansion, so the Zhan Shi Mansion also sent people to greet him politely. Yang Ling is now a favorite minister in front of the emperor, and his moxibustion hand is hot, so the Zhan Shi Mansion dared not neglect it, so he actually sent a Hanlin scholar to express condolences.

Yang Ling is the youngest scholar in Xuanfu. He got fame at the age of sixteen. The one sent by Zhan Shi Mansion is even more vague. The scholar-in-law of Emperor Zhengde was named Yang Tinghe. At the age of twelve, he was a child prodigy in Bashu. He was specially approved by the academic government to skip the Tongsheng. The scholar was directly admitted to the juren. He passed the Jinshi at the age of nineteen and entered the Hanlin at the age of twenty. His brilliance was so brilliant that Yang Ling's education was compared with others. It was really a competition between the brilliance of rice grains and the sun and the moon.

Fortunately, this scholar Yang, who is nearly 50 years old, is very easy-going. He never speaks with sour and sour air just because he is well-read. After a while, Yang Ling has a good impression of the lecturer's student.

Yang Tinghe was originally sent by the Zhan Shi's Mansion to visit him because of the emperor's face. He also disagreed with this scholar-born darling in front of the emperor who rose like a rocket.

However, after a conversation, Yang Tinghe found that although the scholar was speaking in a mess, he did not have a systematic view of various affairs. However, every time he spoke a strange word, he would have to say something. If he could give a solution, although some of the strange ideas were too radical and might not be suitable for the court to adopt, this kind of super-superior insight was even more difficult to think of by many scholars who had read poetry and books. Sometimes, when he thought about it carefully, it made a lot of sense. Yang Tinghe couldn't help looking at him with admiration and immediately became negligent.

Fortunately, Yang Ling didn't know the great reputation of this family. When he was talking to him, he said boldly without hesitation. Although his knowledge was not as good as Yang Tinghe, he could occasionally say casually, which might be the conclusion that later generations had summarized and concluded after seeing history. When he said it at this time, in Yang Tinghe's eyes, he naturally felt that this person was quite visionary and extraordinary.

This is like a naughty boy and a martial arts master. The naughty boy accidentally said something and acted like this. Although he was confused, he was very inspired by the experts' eyes.

Yang Tinghe dared not think that these thought-provoking opinions and insights that Yang Ling said were not systematic and erroneous. Yang Ling himself did not know anything about it, and he also said that he was unwilling to talk in depth.

But he was so profound that he was inspired by this. His knowledge and experience naturally deduced and derived measures that could be truly imposed on the government. In this way, Yang Tinghe did not dare to think that he was a ignorant person. He also said that this person was hidden and could not help but respect him.

Grand Secretary Yang was not afraid of talent. After returning, he mentioned Yang Ling and praised her a lot. Yang Tinghe was a very prestigious talent in the Hanlin Academy. With a word of praise from him, and the newly promoted Hanlin Yan Song was desperate to praise him. The Hanlins who were dissatisfied with Yang Ling's promotion and were still living in the Hanlin Academy for many years, did not dare to be too arrogant. They often publicly criticized Yang Ling as a scholar, but there were many fewer people who could not be called a great task. This benefit was unexpected by Yang Ling.

Li Duo, Dai Yi and others actually rushed back to Tailing after seeing Yangling the next day. It was not that their injuries were healed faster than Yangling, but now they were eager to be beaten by Hong Zhong a little harder. If they were carried back to Tailing to supervise the worker, they would show their loyalty to the court.

This time, Yang Ling also learned to be well-behaved and did not dare to neglect business and was convinced. He wanted to follow him back to Tailing. However, Dai Yi thought he was "relaxed" with the young master Wang San who falsely accused him. He hurriedly patted his chest and expressed his loyalty, looking like "I'll be relieved to do my business."

But he smiled thornyly. Yang Ling didn't want to relieve his unknowing grudge with Wang Qiong, and he was even more worried when he saw his appearance. Just then, Emperor Zhengde's decree has arrived. Emperor Zhengde's decree will first send back the cliff pine map that Emperor Hongzhi gave to Yang Ling.

I guess Emperor Zhengde knew how to compare with him, even the painting level of the late emperor. So he didn't dare to smear the painting randomly. He filled in the first poem and added a poem, but he stamped a large seal. He could not compare with his father's calligraphy and painting, so he would compare with whom the earth's seal. Zhengde's square seal is about the size of a jade seal. It is a good landscape painting with a square seal with a red square seal on it. How can he look at it incongruous?

Zhengde issued an imperial edict to grant Han Youniang the third-rank imperial wife, instructing Yang Ling to recover from her injuries and wait for the orders at home. Yang Ling did not really want to repair the grave, so she naturally stayed at home to enjoy her happiness.

After a few days of busy welcoming and seeing off the trip, Yang Ling asked someone to move a bamboo bed and go to the mountain stream with Youniang to cool off and fish. Seeing that her husband was tired, Han Youniang gently pulled out her gentle and soft little hand from his hand. She pulled over the smooth silk collar on the side and put it on her waist, then walked away quietly on tiptoe.

When she moved, Yang Ling woke up with a little tiredness. Yang Ling narrowed her eyes and quietly opened the crack to look at Youniang. Han Youniang tiptoed away and then recovered. She stood under a tree and turned around twice, looked up with her face. She turned her head sneakily and looked at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling was curious and didn't know what Youniang was going to do. When she saw her turning her head, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Seeing that Yang Ling was asleep, Han Youniang looked around for a few more times, then quickly pulled up her skirt and stuffed it around her waist, rolled up her sleeves, and quenched her mouth into her palm. She climbed the trunk with her hands. She climbed the tree trunk with her hands alternately, as fast as a monkey. Her pretty buttocks swayed left and right, and climbed up the high trunk with a brush.

Yang Ling was shocked. He was afraid that Han Youniang would fall down, but when he saw her agile skills, he was impressed. Han Youniang stood on the trunk and looked very happy, as if she hadn't played this game for a long time.

This is an old peach tree that has been a little old. The branches below have been cut off by the woodcutter, leaving only some sharp branches. The leaves of the lush crowns are hidden in many walnut-sized green peaches with unfading hairs.

Han Youniang picked some on tiptoe, took out a handkerchief from her arms and wrapped it. She put it back in her arms and climbed down the tree. She ran to the river and took out the green peaches and washed them in the river water. She picked up one and took a bite, regardless of whether the peach was sour or not, she ate it with relish.

Yang Ling stood up quietly and walked over slowly. He had a thick cloth band wrapped around his ankle, which was not so flexible. He accidentally stepped on a stone and made a thud, which scared Han Youniang, who had just stood up from the river. She jumped and stepped into the river.

When she hurriedly pulled her feet out, she turned her head and saw her husband standing beside her with a smile. She couldn't help but stand there awkwardly, shrank her head like a child waiting for a scolding, and a corner of her mouth was still exposed with a clear fragrance.

Yang Ling saw Han Youniang tied her skirt on her belt, an embroidered shoe was wet with water, and she covered six or seven small green peaches with a handkerchief in her left hand, and half-chewed with a bite in her right hand. Her slightly dark and handsome face was flushed. There were two fine beads of sweat hanging on the tip of her pretty nose. She stood there stupidly, and couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "What bad things are my third-rank imperial lady doing?"

Han Youniang has always been gentle and virtuous, and Yang Ling almost forgot her age. Looking at her current appearance, she has saved her from being a child who has been used to being in the mountains since she was a child. After all, she is only sixteen years old. She is just a playful and crazy age, but she has already taken care of her husband and wife and pretended to be a wife. It’s a blessing that she can endure it for so long.

Seeing Han Youniang standing there with a silly expression, she rarely showed a silly expression. Yang Ling smiled and pulled down her skirt, brushed away the hair beside her cheeks, and said gently: "I like to eat green fruits, just turn around and ask my family to buy them. Such wild fruits have a bit of astringent flavor and are not delicious."

Han Youniang is naughty and active by nature. She has been married to this scholar. She has not been able to bear it for a long time. Today, she returned to the familiar forest and was in a hurry to climb trees to pick fruits. As a married woman and a wife of the imperial decree, she was really worried that Yang Ling would blame her. But when she saw Yang Ling's face full of pampering, Han Youniang felt relieved. She quickly swallowed the peaches in her mouth, threw away the peaches in her hand and ate half of the peaches in her hands, grabbed the corners of her clothes and said embarrassedly: "My husband, I'm sorry..."

Yang Ling smiled and said disapprovingly: "Isn't it just climbing a tree? Just climb it. Our family doesn't have the messy rules." He put his mother's shoulder and walked to the bamboo couch, and said as he walked: "Don't think so much. These days at home, I only saw you meditate and practice Qi. I haven't touched the stick kung fu for a long time.

Young mom, practicing martial arts can strengthen your body. It is not a depressing act. What's wrong with the noble lady? Don't care too much about other people's opinions. Don't forget that in the market, people in the city are now saying that my husband is a descendant of the Yang family general. It is natural for the women of the Yang family to be very skilled in martial arts, haha. I asked the soldier to open a piece of land in the backyard. You still have to practice martial arts every day, and my husband will learn from you."

He sat on the bamboo couch and pulled it. Han Youniang fell on his lap. Han Youniang made a slight gesture and struggled for a while, then smiled and said without saying a word. Yang Ling held Youniang's slender waist, and his big hand slammed her soft breasts with his big hands, and said to her ear: "Young Mom, you have grown a lot here."

Han You's face was just over sixteen years old, and her body was still growing, and her breasts were slowly plump. Her budding breasts looked bulging under her close-fitting underwear. In broad daylight, she was so boldly touched by her husband on the mountain. Han Youniang's face was so shy that she grabbed Yang Ling's hand and said shamelessly: "My husband, don't, this is outside."

Yang Ling smiled and couldn't bear to see her embarrassed. She lowered her hand. As soon as she touched the watery green peach, Yang Ling suddenly felt a flash in her heart. She said in surprise: "Young mother, are you pregnant? Why...why...why do you like to eat sour peaches?"

As he said that, his hand couldn't help but touched Youniang's flat belly. Han Youniang shyly pushed his hand away and said, "No, no, I have loved eating green peaches since I was a child." As she said that, she turned her face and said timidly: "Honey, are Youniang too unscrupulous?"

Yang Ling laughed and said, "How could it be? We will continue to work hard, there will always be a land. Besides, if we don't live, it may not be your business."

"Hmm?" Han Youniang was surprised and confused. Isn't women just giving birth to children? Who else can blame if they can't give birth to a woman's sin?

Yang Ling didn't want to explain to her those things that were too difficult to explain. Seeing her pretty eyes wide open, she looked cute with surprise, and couldn't help but kiss her cheek, and smiled and said, "Come on, take off her shoes, it's uncomfortable to wear when wet." As she said that, she took off her shoes and socks for the young lady, revealing a pair of white little feet.

A woman's feet are not for people to see casually. Even her husband is alone, Han Youniang is so embarrassed that she is so embarrassed that she hurriedly curled her feet on the couch and pulled Bo Jin to cover it. In her heart, she was still worried about her husband's expression of disappointment just now. It's really that she has been in the room for four months, why is her belly so unscrupulous?

The little girl stroked her stomach and lost her appetite for eating green peaches. She pouted her mouth and thought for a while. She suddenly said, "My husband, when will the emperor get married?"

Yang Ling's heart was thunderous, and he threw down his boots that he had just taken off and couldn't deal with it. The emperor's wedding was when he took a concubine, and he was ordered to take a concubine. Why did he refuse?

Since he came back from the capital, he has deliberately avoided this matter. Instead, everyone in the mansion has adapted very much, as if the master was taking a concubine, and especially the emperor gave him, the servants in the mansion looked proud when they went out to talk to others. Yu Tangchun and Xue Limei had already consciously served him and young ladies with concubines. When the sister Yu Niang shouted, it seemed that there was another meaning.

Yang Ling was stuck for a moment and said, "The emperor gave it to you, my husband doesn't know how to refuse. Yu'er and Xue'er are all good girls, but you have also seen that the officialdom is dangerous. This time, three ministers were defeated. I don't know how many ministers in the court are dissatisfied with me. Following me... may not be a blessing."

Han Youniang put his hands on her knees and smiled slightly: "My husband is always worried about everything. Youniang really doesn't know what her husband is worried about. Don't blame her for being bold. Your husband, how do you think they will be happy and happy?"

She sighed quietly, "Mr., don't you know how happy they are after the emperor agreed to the marriage. But I feel it. Sometimes I think about it, what else can I do if someone enters our house? Young mother knows that her husband loves me, but if Young mother gets the charge of jealousy, Young mother... is really not happy.

For Yu'er and Xue'er, being able to follow her husband is their blessing. Although they are humble, they value love and friendship. When our family is in trouble, they are willing to sacrifice their lives to accompany us. The husband's official is getting older and older. It is the expectation of the young mother's wife. If she really wants to welcome some sisters into the house, the young mother would rather be them."

She said as she grabbed Yang Ling's hand and said softly: "My husband, we decided to go to the court to complain that day. We all know that if things are not done, we can only accompany you to die. You are the one who lives in your life and dies in your ghost, but Yu'er, Xue'er, and Sister Wen Xin have no reason to accompany us to die. We can't be sorry to others.

Alas! Now Yu'er and Xue'er have a lifelong support. Sister Wen Xin is eighteen years old and has become an old girl, but... the emperor gave her to our family. She is the one in our family. My husband turned around and told the emperor that it would be better to take her away. Anyway, the concubine is no longer a little higher than a maid, and the emperor will not care about this matter.

Speaking of which, Sister Wenxin is the most kind to her husband. If she hadn't been tampered with by her, several ministers would not have pleaded guilty so easily. My husband would not have suffered many twists and turns to get it out."

Gao Wenxin was a person who was demoted to the slave family. His descendants all had to be slaves and servants. If he found a reason to take her out of her slave family, he would really repay her. Yang Ling had never thought about taking her as a concubine, but with the reminder of Young Lady, he really considered how to get out of her.

Seeing that he was so impressed, Han Youniang thought that her husband was a little moved, and she couldn't help but shyly said: "Sister Yu'er said that looking at Sister Wenxin's body shape is easy to give birth. Maybe Qilang and Bahu..."

"Hmm! Ah?..." Yang Ling felt enlightened, not knowing what Han Youniang was saying. He was about to ask again, and there was a burst of laughter in the wormwood forest that was tall under the stream. Two pretty girls walked out of the path and saw them happily calling out: "Master, Sister Youniang."

Yang Ling looked up and saw Xuelimei. Yutangchun walked over with a smile. Xuelimei was wearing a green shirt and holding a guqin in her arms. Yutangchun was wearing a maid and carrying a basket. She was practicing dance and music. Although she was wearing a maid's costume, she still walked lightly, like the wind swaying willow branches, with a graceful posture.

Behind the two, Gao Wenxin had just turned around the grass, her black hair was wrapped in a green chew, and she followed the two with a quiet expression.

Yu Tangchun and the others arrived and squatted to Yang Ling to greet him. Han Youniang did not put on her shoes and socks, and went downstairs to pull Xuelimei and said, "Why are you here?"

Xuelimei smiled and said, "Jie Yu personally made wine and food to the master and sister. I want it to be a boring master to fish, so I can listen to the music, so I carried the Qin and followed him."

Yu Tangchun placed the basket next to the couch, and his breath was a little breathing. Yang Ling saw that she had been driving the mountain road with the basket on her shoulder, and her delicate cheeks were covered with fine beads of sweat, and she couldn't help but say, "Yu'er, I'm here to enjoy the cool air. You guys are running around tiredly. It's really a blessing for you."

Yu Tangchun glanced at him with a dizzy face, and a sweet smile on his lips whispered: "You don't have to be polite, you should be a maid." Gao Wenxin walked over gently and bowed quietly: "Master, please let me see your injuries again."

She sat carefully on the edge of the couch, untied the cloth belt on Yang Ling's hands and feet, gently stroked the wound and observed for a while. Seeing that the wound was not worn out this time, the tender red new flesh in the area where it was crushed was gradually becoming hard, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

She took out a cloth bag from her arms, spread it on the couch, pulled out a thin golden needle from it, and her simple white fingers gestured on Yang Ling's legs, and found the acupoint and stabbed it.

Yang Ling was itchy when she grew new flesh. When she twisted the golden needle, she felt that her thighs were numb first, then sour and itchy. She couldn't help but straighten her feet reflexively and kicked Gao Wenxin's thighs.

Yang Ling felt his toes touching the girl's elastic thighs, and hurriedly shrank back, looking for a topic embarrassedly and said: "Miss, it's just this little golden needle that made Lu Shi fascinated... Ah! No, is he confused?"

Xue Limei laughed "screaming" and said with a slight interest: "The master is wrong. Lu Shichang has three silver needles and becomes confused. This golden needle is fascinated by the fact that there is someone else."

Gao Wen's expression was faint, as if he hadn't heard it. While she was concentrating on twisting the golden needle, she explained softly: "I use this golden needle to activate the bloodline, so that the wounds of the adults can be healed faster. Didn't Jiao, the Minister of Personnel, say that the ministers in the court had argued endlessly for the arrangements of the six ministers? According to my maid, I can't enjoy a few days of happiness."

Xue Limei saw the expressions of the two of them and couldn't help but make a face. She smiled at Han Youniang and said, "I have seen Sister Wen Xin's magic needle, but I don't know if it really has medical skills that make people fascinated. If there is really such skill in the world, all girls in the world should learn it. When you see the beloved husband, you will just slap your hand, hahaha..."

Gao Wenxin twisted the golden needle, and her face was still as calm as water, but Xue Limei said "I saw the man she fell in love with, and somehow, her hands were in chaos.

Yang Ling felt a pain in his legs. When he looked up, he saw Gao Wenxin lowering his head slightly, showing his elegant neck. His skin was as jade, but his breathing was rapid, his breath was like orchids, and his eyes were like water. He didn't know whether it was shame or anger.

Xue Limei stuck out her tongue when she saw it, held the piano case and walked to the under willow, took out the piano and placed it on her knees, and she was sobbing with her plain fingers. The sound of the piano sounded melodiously, and it sounded like a simple tune.

Yang Ling didn't understand it. Gao Wen's mind was not just medical skills. He heard that the song was "Ancient Lovesickness Song?" The face that had been solemnly calmed for a long time finally couldn't help but a faint flush. Yang Ling felt another pain in her legs, and said with a bitter face: "Miss... it hurts..."

Gao Wenxin bit his lip and looked at him with black and white eyes. His pretty face was red and fragrant, and suddenly it seemed to be full of charming feminineness. She raised her hand unnaturally and tied her hair on her sideburns, buried her blushing cheeks, pressed Yang Ling's thigh and tugged her. Half of Yang Ling's body was sore and numb. However, she didn't dare to speak out, and couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Finally, Gao Wenxin woke up in time. Seeing Yang Ling's thighs trembling, as if she was enduring the pain, she quickly started the needle and changed one leg. After she used up the needle, Yu Tangchun picked up the basket and invited Yang Ling and Youniang to have a meal.

No wonder Yu Tang was so tired that he was sweating. There was a watermelon, four-color exquisite side dishes, more than ten thin and soft sugar cakes, and a pot of bamboo leaf green on the top. The porcelain pot wrapped in a towel and a few kilns were filled with ice cubes in a kiln. There were quite a lot of things.

In June, the bamboo leaves are green and ice-filled. This way of drinking is naturally what Gao Wenxin said. Even the flower garden where Yutang Chunxuelimei was used to be drinking is not so particular. Gao Wenxin's father likes wine and has built an ice storage kiln at home. Now it's all cheaper.

They cut melons on the couch and drank wine, weeping willows by the stream, holding cups and chopsticks, surrounded by red sleeves, and all of them were pretty and thoughtful to him. For the ancient romantic talented people, was they the most dreamy to live? What about modern men?

Yang Ling raised his chopsticks and looked at him, and his heart was so chaotic. Alas! Did I just make up my mind to enjoy everything I have now, so that I can face life more realistically and make me and the people around me happier? Regardless of whether I was originally intended or not, all of this has come to my own side, and my status is like a magnetic field. When you reach a certain level, no matter whether you think about it or not, what should appear will always come.

Han Youniang sat opposite Yangling, biting the sweet and soft pancake in small mouth, and sweetly cloth dishes for Yangling. Yutang's Chuncui sleeves were half-rolled, filling Yangling with cups. The wine in the cup was golden and green. It smelled the fragrance. Gao Wenxin stood beside the couch and whispered: "Master, this bamboo leaf green has added amomum villossium, red sandalwood, angelica, tangerine peel and rock sugar, egg white, which is flat and warms the stomach, promotes blood circulation and replenishes blood, which is of great benefit to the Master's injury."

Yu Tangchun held the cup in both hands and chanted in a gentle voice: "The Tian family is free. The scholars and friends linger for a while. Three spring bamboo leaf wine and a song of chicken strings. Please drink this cup full of the cup!"

I can't stand it, I can't stand it, Yang Ling was uncomfortable all over. This "corrupt and depraved" feudal literati life is not something that people who have not been trained and trained can live with calmly.

He took the cup and was about to answer with a hasty expression when someone from afar shouted loudly: "Sir Yang, where is Mr. Yang? Our family is Gu Dayong. I heard you respond."
To be continued...