Although Ma Lian'er was back, the atmosphere was a little depressed after this disturbance. Lord Min and Ma Yicheng no longer had the interest in chatting and instead talked about official affairs. County Magistrate Huang just listened with a smile, but he didn't interrupt him about official affairs.

As a junior, Yang Ling naturally had to take on the task of persuading and toasting and reconciling the atmosphere. He couldn't help but drink a few more drinks until late at night before leaving.

It started to snow again in the sky, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes straight into his neck. Yang Ling drank so much that his mind was swollen and his face was hot. He put his hands in his sleeves, hummed a modern song that he forgot his name, and Shi Shiran turned into the alley where he lived.

When I arrived at the door, I wanted to knock on the door, but I didn't expect that it would come with a light push. I saw a light like a bean. Han Youniang sat in front of a shorter table and looked drowsy with her hands on her chin. When she heard the door ringing, she looked up and saw him coming in, and she was immediately happy to greet her.

Yang Ling said in surprise: "Young Mother, I thought you had fallen asleep so late."

Looking around, there were still half-light and half-dark ashes under the stove, and there was still a faint heat on the lid of the pot. Han Youniang came forward to slap the snowflakes on his body and whispered: "Is my grandfather too busy with official business? Youniang originally wanted to go to the yamen to ask, but she was afraid that others would laugh at her, so she had to wait for you to come back like this."

Yang Ling felt quite ashamed when he heard this, and said, "Ah, Lord Min had a social event and asked me to go with me, but I was so anxious that I couldn't tell you, "Why did you wait for so long and just take a break from your own hands? Have you had a meal?"

Han Youniang smelled his mouth and knew that he was going to drink. After hearing his words, she felt relieved. She helped Yang Ling to sit down on the kang, squatted down to remove his shoes, knocked on the snow, baked it with the stove, and then poured a bowl of water and brought it back and said, "My husband, the water is warm, drink some to moisten your throat. Serve you to sleep, and your mother will go to eat."

After hearing her words, Yang Ling remembered the play she saw tonight. She couldn't help but grab her hand and sighed: "Young mother, you are my wife, not my servant, you shouldn't serve me like this. Alas! You are so young and so cute, you should be loved and cared for by others."

When Han Youniang heard his face, her face turned slightly red. She shyly struggled with her hand. Without breaking free, she let him hold it and said movedly: "My husband is very very good." She was so embarrassed to say the word love, so she had to say: "My husband is very nice to me. Besides, we women should do our best to serve our husbands. What does this have to do with me? My husband loves Youniang, and I understand in my heart, but my husband should not spoil me so much, you will spoil me."

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel silent. This is the case in this world now. If she forcibly instilling some ideas from the 21st century in her, she might have scared her. Ethics and education are great. Although husbands and wives are used by men to poison women, over the past thousands of years, women have not only consciously obeyed these ideas, but also took them for granted, and even carried them forward.

What is "Women's Commandment" and "Women's Training" are mostly written by women, and are used to set an example for women all over the world. There are very few young ladies who show up in public and find some work in tailor shops. Nowadays, most women only care for their husbands and children at home, and don't want her to serve their husbands. Do you want her to pursue her career? Thinking of this, it seems that she is safe to enjoy her tenderness and service so much.

Seeing Yang Ling yawning with drunken eyes, Han Youniang hurriedly removed his shirt for him and said, "Honey, please rest with your clothes first." Yang Ling nodded sleepily, took her hand to remove the coat, pulled a pillow and turned over to sleep, muttering, "I really can't hold on, you can eat some food and go to bed too."

Han Youniang responded, patted the collar of the robe and wanted to fold it and put it in place. Suddenly, something fell from the robe. Han Youniang picked it up curiously and saw it clearly under the oil lamp. It was an exquisite women's purse. It not only uses exquisite materials, but also has a faint fragrance, and her little face suddenly turned pale.

Her hands were shaking violently and she wanted to open them, but she seemed to have no idea. If she didn't open them, she could deceive herself as if this had not happened. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't help but be curious. She gently opened her purse and took out a crystal and moist bead from it.

The lights were reflected on it, and the color was very beautiful. Han Youniang couldn't help but open her eyes wide: "This thing is so beautiful. Is this the pearl I have ever heard of? How could my husband have such things on it? Or was it put in a purse for women? He has a woman outside?"

When Han Youniang thought of this only possibility, she was very sad. No wonder her husband had never performed a husband-and-wife ceremony with her after he recovered from illness. When she was about to leave, her aunt taught her what she had, but she said that she wanted to be a husband-and-wife to be considered a husband-and-wife. The white paper that my aunt gave to her was still pressed in the box.

Her heart couldn't help but panic: "Is it because you are not just outside, but you also want to find an excuse to stop yourself, so you don't touch yourself? Looking at the purse and jewelry, the woman must not be an ordinary woman. If your husband likes her, of course he would not take her back as a concubine. He only said that he had just recovered from his illness and did not think about this. He was a girl's house. He was naturally ashamed to say that he didn't think of him."

Yang Ling pulled the quilt in a daze, feeling uncomfortable sleeping in stockings. He pulled the straps on the socks, took off the socks and threw them aside. He found that the lights were still flashing. When he looked back, he saw Han Youniang sitting on the edge of the kang, with her back facing her, her tender shoulders shrugging, and there was a faint sound of crying.

He woke up a little when he was scared and drunk. He quickly turned over and sat up, turned Han Youniang's shoulder, and saw tears falling from his little face like broken beads. He cried so sadly. He hurriedly hugged her slender waist and coaxed her with heartache: "Young Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?"

Han Youniang quickly wiped her tears, turned her head and whispered: "Did you dislike Youniang for being incompetent in serving her well? Do you want to divorce Youniang?"

Seeing her crying sadly, Yang Ling felt pity and pain in her heart, and hurriedly said, "Young Mother, where do you start? You have been with me for suffering and suffering without regrets over the years. Yang Lingming felt that, how could he do that kind of thing?"

Han Youniang spread her palms and said quietly: "My husband, if it weren't for this, where did this bead come from? Don't deceive me anymore."

When Yang Ling saw the pearl, he suddenly realized it. He smiled and hugged Youniang's thin shoulders. Han Youniang stubbornly broke away. She had learned martial arts since she was a child. If she really wanted to resist, Yang Ling couldn't hold her.

Yang Ling recognized her, so she was always as gentle as water, and never disobeyed her. She lived like a fresh and elegant woman. At this time, she saw her being so cute, and she felt very interesting. He hugged Youniang's shoulder with a saliva. Han Youniang made a lot of effort, and Yang Ling also increased her strength. Han Youniang stopped exerting force, but turned her head and refused to look at him.

Yang Ling picked up the pearl and laughed: "Young mother, is this bead beautiful? The New Year is coming soon. I'll find a craftsman to use colored thread to make a necklace for you, okay?"

Han Youniang turned her head in surprise and said in surprise: "Is this bead for me?"

Yang Ling blinked and pretended to be strange: "If you don't give it to me, would you give it to me? Have you ever seen a man wearing a necklace?"

Han Youniang turned red, but when she remembered the purse, she couldn't help but eat and said, "But for this purse, don't my husband have a woman outside?"

Yang Ling's heart skipped, thinking of Ma Lian'er's pretty face, which was very happy and angry. Although the two had no personal secrets, Ma Lian'er was quite affectionate about him. It was also true that he really liked this beautiful girl. He felt a little weak, so he took the robe from the edge of the kang, took out the interlayer for a while, took out two ingots of silver, and said, "Oh, you said this, I drank too much wine, and I was so sleepy that I just wanted to sleep, so I didn't have time to tell you that today, Ma Yicheng, who had helped him sue, invited Lord Min and me to have a drink. During the meal, he gave me forty taels of silver to express Xie Yi. This purse and pearl were specially given to you by Miss Ma, who had been to our house that day. Don't get me wrong."

Han Youniang had never seen such a large ingotten silver. Forty taels of silver with the best color, that was simply an astronomical figure. She opened her eyes in surprise: "Oh my God, my husband has thought of a solution for him. Is there such a lot of thank you gifts?"

Yang Ling stuffed the silver into her hands and smiled and said, "My wife, please put it away, are you relieved? Are you not sad anymore?"

The silver was bought, and the ice was heavy. Han Youniang blushed by his teasing. She bit her lip and her panic had already let go of her heart. She thought to herself, while her husband was drunk, she might not remember what she said tomorrow. Some things might as well ask them clearly at once, so as to save her constant uneasiness. Her idea was settled. She suddenly put down the silver, raised her sleeves and covered her cheeks, and said shyly: "Young Mother, I have a word to ask my husband, don't make fun of you."
Chapter completed!