Han Youniang had a fever on her face and quickly stammered: "Honey, I...I'll just rub your back, please wait for the evening... and then... OK? Otherwise Yu'er and the others will laugh."

Yang Ling knew that when Mr. Han was at home, he often told his daughter to be like a big wife and not to take the atmosphere of the inner courtyard. Now the old man took his youngest son to Xuanfu. But these words have taken root in Han Youniang's heart.

He couldn't bear to let his beloved wife do it. So he pretended to angrily pat her plump and elastic round buttocks, and then he smiled and said, "Okay. Then wait for the evening. My baby missed my husband for two months. I will return all the lovesickness of the two months tonight. I hope you can bear it."

At this moment, Han Youniang's innocent eyes seemed to be as blurred as silk as threads, and she had a mature girlish style. She bit her lips and shyly nodded with courage, then laughed "puff" and ran away with her face covering her face.

Master Yang never asked the maid to take a bath for him. Today, he wanted his beloved wife to take a bath with him, but unfortunately, he was in a long forbidden body. As soon as his tender little hands were touched, he couldn't stand it anymore. In the end, he had to drive Han Youniang out with a blushing face and smiled, and then he calmly soaked into the bathtub.

Yang Ling took a shower happily and felt relaxed. Since ancient times, he had also gotten used to the long hair, casually tied his long black hair behind his shoulders, put on a white coat that was placed on the rack, put on a brand new purple robe, and put on a pair of soft-soled boots, and walked out of the room with a refreshing look.

Han Youniang was sitting outside waiting. When she saw her husband coming out, she hurriedly came up. Seeing that a few drops of water rolled down from his forehead, she quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it off for him, saying, "My husband, why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You must be tired when you come back to Beijing."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "I won't lie down. I'm really worried about leaving home for so long. Let's walk around. There is nothing to grow in the backyard, right? Are you bored at home without any entertainment?"

Yang Ling had a white skin and extraordinary handsomeness. She had just taken a shower and changed clothes. On her slightly red face, her nose was straight and her eyes were clear, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she looked like a handsome young man. Han Youniang looked at her husband's handsome appearance obsessedly and smiled softly: "No, I can't fiddle with crops at this time. Youniang learns piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with Yu'er and others at home, but no matter what she does, her heart is always empty."

She pulled Yang Ling's big hand and gently pressed it on her smooth cheeks. She whispered: "That feeling is really different from when you were at home. Even if you get up early every day to go to court, people know that you will come back in the evening and feel calm. When you are not in Beijing, people will feel confused when they think about it, which makes me laugh at me as stupid as Xueer and the others when I learn things."

Yang Ling comforted, "Well, my husband is the same. You are not by your side, and even if you are so many things to bother you, it seems like you are missing something. If my husband leaves Beijing again, he will definitely find a way to bring you with you and let you be by my side."

Han Youniang nodded happily and said sweetly: "Send dumplings in the wind, I'll go and put a bowl of noodles for you. You can eat some cushions first. Since there are guests tonight, don't drink alcohol directly to hurt your spleen and stomach."

Yang Ling responded with a smile, remembering the jewelry still in the hall, and hurriedly said, "Call someone to send the box into the warehouse first. I will pick up the gifts I gave to the emperor, so you can put them away."

Han Youniang had already walked to the door and responded with a smile: "I know, Master, I have already asked Wenlan to send it to the warehouse. Just rest, I'll be back later."

Yang Ling remembered that Cheng Qiyun was placed in the bedroom in the inner study room, and she should go and visit her own master, so she went out and headed straight to the inner study room.

After passing through the flower hall, the inner hall, and the patio, just as I walked to the door of the right courtyard, four maids came out carrying the wooden barrels. Yang Ling asked with a smile: "Where is Miss Cheng? Have you taken a shower and changed your clothes?"

When the four maids saw that it was the master and hurriedly said, "Yes, master, Miss Cheng is reading a book in the inner study."

Yang Ling let out a oh, walked over to the inner study room, and saw that there was no one in the room, and a book was spread on the table. He walked in and said, "Miss Cheng..."

When I lifted the curtain, I saw a graceful beauty in the inner room with her hair draped over her shoulders. She raised her hands high and raised her white wrists in a strange posture. Her slender waist, as thin as willows, twisting gently in a strange and graceful posture, looking extremely charming.

Her waist was surrounded by the golden chain, and a row of cat eyes flashed charmingly, and the golden leaves made a pleasant sound, making her soft and white waist look extremely charming while twisting and swaying. The stunning at first sight was like a demon with water and skin and snakes as its bones.

She was wearing only a small scarlet dress, with a touch of white and tender skin on her belly dancing in the room. Yang Ling hurriedly put down the curtain and stood at the door. She went in and retreated, and hesitated for a while before saying awkwardly: "Miss Cheng, can I come in?"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Cheng Qiyun had already put on the plain green shirt and walked out with a faint dizzy cheek. There was only a woman in this inner house except Yang Ling. She didn't expect Yang Ling to come to see her at this time. After taking a bath, she took a medical book and flipped it out casually. She felt very bored. Suddenly, she remembered the precious waist chain given by Mrs. Yang, so she went back to the bedroom to wear it and tried to dance.

She had never been with that kind of waist chain, but when she accompanied Mo Qinghe to a rich merchant's house for a banquet, she saw that man bought a high price from a foreign country with a waist chain and skipped this kind of foreign dance with a different style.

Cheng Qiyun is good at dancing. She has only seen it once and has already understood the key points of the dance. I don’t know which wealthy businessman gave Yang Ling this kind of waist chain to compete for the sake of being accused of being a fan. Now she has turned into her hands. It is rare that she is childlike and dances in the room like a child. She feels that some of the movements are awkward and cannot be connected. Unexpectedly, Yang Ling sees them.

The graceful figure had been covered with a narrow-sleeved blue shirt, but the coquettish blush on her face had not subsided. A faint anger in her wavy eyes made her charm even more charming. She unnaturally brushed her hair, pursed her thin lips, and smiled slightly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but I didn't expect the adult to come suddenly, which is really rude."

Yang Ling smiled dryly and said, "This... was my rude prostitute, uh... that chain was worn on my waist?"

Cheng Qiyun blushed and said angrily: "You still say?" After saying that, she realized that her tone seemed to be acting coquettish to others. She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She walked to the desk and said in a guest's favor: "Sir, please sit down."

Yang Ling sat opposite the table, and saw Cheng Qiyun Qingshui's plain face and Cherry's mouth. Thinking of the demonic aura in her waist just now, she didn't dare to raise her eyes and looked directly at her. She pressed her knees with her hands and looked at the ancient book on her face and said, "I still have some time before dinner. I wanted to visit you and take you around the garden."

Cheng Qiyun said with a smile: "Bizhi is your subordinate and cannot be considered a guest. You don't have to be so polite."

Seeing Yang Ling's restrained expression, she left her unnatural expression. She picked up the book on the table with two fingers and smiled slightly, with a small dimples on her cheeks and said, "Sir, I'm so knowledgeable. I've even dabbled in this "Dong Xuanzi" and have marked it in many places. I admire it."

Yang Ling didn't know what "Dongxuanzi" is, but when he heard the title of the book, he knew it must be a Taoist classic, so he smiled and pretended to be an expert: "Oh, just take a look occasionally. Buddhism talks about cultivating the next life, and the next life is nothing and vague. Even if there is rebirth, the memory will no longer be gone. According to my feeling, it is just another person with the same skin, so I still believe in Taoism to cultivate this life, hahaha..."

Cheng Qiyun heard him sitting there making nonsense. She was clearly reading one of the four treasure books of art in the room, but she was still talking about what to do in the next life and practiced in this life. She couldn't help but laugh. She covered her mouth and held back her laughter, and nodded seriously and said, "Adult is a young man, and the thirty skills of Dongxuan are mainly fun, which is indeed in line with the purpose of practicing this life. If you are older, you should read the "Su Nu Sutra". The Nine Methods of Su Nu are mainly for health preservation."

Yang Ling was stunned. He had never heard of "Dongxuanzi". The "Su Nu Jing" is so famous. How could he not have heard of it? Isn't that a skill in the room? Is this "Dongxuanzi" also..., fainted, what is the knowledge of Mr. Gao? What is this thing about putting a book on the bookshelf?

He didn't know that this was one of the ancient books that Gao Wenxin brought to review and refer to in order to cure his infertility. When he figured it out, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He was not sure how to deal with it. Gao Wenlan suddenly ran over and said, "Master, it turns out that you are here, and an old man in the city is here to visit you."

Yang Ling was stunned and said, "Who is it?"

Gao Wenlan said: "He is a minister of the Ministry of Personnel, named Jiao Fang. He is waiting in the middle hall and brings a generous gift. The old butler said that he was a high-ranking official and dared not resign at will, so he asked the maid to come and notify the master immediately."

Yang Ling was shocked and hurriedly stood up and said, "Is it Mr. Jiao? I'll go to the central hall to see him immediately."
Chapter completed!