Yang Ling was a little embarrassed when she heard her voice. She looked at her carefully and saw that her hair had just been washed, and her long hair was neatly draped behind her shoulders. The light was visible and she showed a fresh and tender temperament. The pair of beautiful eyebrows had big eyes that could not lie, as if she was avoiding something.

Yang Ling thought to himself: "Is it a unique family-born skill that has no rules that cannot be passed down?" Although he knew that the young lady was obsessed with her heart, it would be understandable if her family really had any rules, but she was still a little disappointed in her heart. He forced herself to smile and said, "Oh, this is the skill that your Han family has passed down. It's not allowed outsiders to learn it, right? Haha, it's me that I was reckless."

In this era, when a woman married, her husband's family was her own family, and her parents' family was considered an outsider. If she leaned towards her parents' family, it would be enough to be a seven-thing. For Han Youniang, this was a very serious reproach.

She couldn't help but say nervously: "No, no, there is nothing that young mother can hide from her husband. If her husband really wants to learn, how could young mother not teach her? This set of stick methods was learned by my father from Shaolin Temple in Henan Province. It is called the Crazy Stick Method."

At that time, the restrictions on becoming a monk were extremely strict. People under the age of 60 needed to become a monk to issue certificates, and then went to Beijing to take the exam. Those who recited scriptures carefully were given certificates. Seeing that the torch was not supported, the major temples had to accept lay disciples, so there were many Shaolin lay disciples in Henan and Hebei. When Young Niang's father was young, he went to Shaolin Temple to make a living due to his poor family, and then he learned a lot of martial arts.

After hearing the name of "Crazy Stick Method", Yang Ling thought of the hidden expression of Youniang, and suddenly realized. Looking at Youniang's shy expression and petite figure, he felt more and more interesting and couldn't help laughing.

Han Youniang was at a loss when he laughed, and looked at him embarrassedly. Seeing that the more he smiled, the more interesting he became, the more red his face turned red. She said embarrassedly: "Young Niang didn't want to say anything, but her husband forced her to say it, and then she laughed at her when she heard it."

As she said that, her little mouth flattened, Yang Ling smiled so hard that her stomach hurt. Seeing her grievance, he naturally hugged Han Youniang gently in his arms while smiling, and said, "Hahaha, I didn't find it funny at first. It's because you are nervous. When I think of you, a delicate woman, and using the crazy stick method to sway your teeth and claws, I can't help but want to laugh."

Yang Ling said, leaning forward and backward, Han Youniang didn't say anything with a stern face, but the smile in her eyes gradually became stronger, and she couldn't help laughing. She slapped Yang Ling's leg hatefully and said angrily: "Young man is so bad, I'm deliberately making fun of her!"

Yang Ling was slapped by her, and his teeth were grinning in pain. He sucked in anger and said, "Oh, be gentle, the saddle is too hard, my husband's thighs are almost worn out when he rides a horse."

Han Youniang was panicked and quickly stroked her hands gently with her small hands. She almost put her mouth on her mouth and blew it. She gently stroked his thighs, looking at him without blinking and asked, "Does it still hurt now? After dinner, I will go to the pharmacy to buy some golden sore medicine."

"Uh, cough cough", Yang Ling cleared his throat, his voice a little hoarse: "No, I just lack exercise, okay, okay, no need to rub it."

This little girl clearly understood some things, but sometimes she could be ignorant. She rubbed her delicate little hands so close to the key, which was simply aroused his desire. It fell into the sea like a shriveled lifeboat, and immediately expanded like magic, pointing straight to the sky.

Yang Ling quickly bent over and thanked God! No, thank the tailor, the spacious crotch was enough to cover his ugly face. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then he realized that Han Youniang's pretty face was so close to his lips. On his tender, flawless skin, a few hairs touched his cheeks, and he wanted to sneeze.

Han Youniang's face was filled with a faint female fragrance, which attracted Yang Ling to move. Her hand on her legs felt as hot as a soldering iron. Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hug Han Youniang's body and kissed her face.

The young lady's body shook and froze. Her face was smooth and trembling elastic like a frozen skin. Yang Ling couldn't help but lean over and kissed her deeply. The young lady's face suddenly became hot and she didn't dare to move, but her eyes became watery, with surprise, shyness, endless joy and endless affection.

The red lips were as moist as peaches that could be picked at any time. Yang Ling suppressed the strong look of ravaging it, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm hungry, go and get dumplings."

"Yes," Han Youniang agreed in her nasal voice, but her body was still motionless. Her watery eyes looked at Yang Ling deeply, and the waves were flowing, and she was indescribably moving.

"Su Xi doesn't combed her hair, her hair is covered with silk on her shoulders, and she is gentle on her knees, where can't be pitiful!"

Han Youniang showed a charming and charming expression, and the bud in Yang Ling's mind was already showing a voluntarily ravaged expression.

If Han Youniang was a tender grass, then two thick horns had begun to emerge from Yang Ling's head. He really wanted to swallow Han Youniang whole and ruminate back and chew her fragrance slowly.

Yang Ling sniffed the virgin Xiangze scattered on the young lady's body. He could no longer grasp his restraint. He suddenly held the back of her head with his big hand and grabbed her sweetness tightly.

The two pairs of lips were connected, Han Youniang gasped gently, opening up her soft territory for him to capture without any experience, without any courage and domineeringness in the bloody battle of the city. Yang Ling kissed her refreshing taste, unconsciously pushed her collar away, and touched the pink and soft fragrance of her palms.

"Yeah", Han Youniang let out a gentle moan, letting him invade in a coma, and her body collapsed weakly in his arms. Her innocent and beautiful body fragrance made Yang Ling's fatigue disappear for a day. It took him a long time to feel satisfied that he moved his lips from Youniang's swollen lips.

Han Youniang became more and more feminine. Her eyes were rippling with waves, and her red lips were wet and wet by him, and she looked indescribable.

"Pop~~", the lips were connected, this time he just kissed lightly, and then he smiled softly and said, "Madam, can you cook for your husband?"

Han Youniang looked at him in a daze, her eyes were bright. After hearing his words, she let out a whisper like she woke up from a big dream, she shyly pulled her collar, jumped down into the ground in panic, and floated out like a stroll in space. Her ears heard the sound of pots and pans in the outer hall, and it was obvious that she was in a hurry and had not yet recovered from peace.

Yang Ling smiled quietly and gently twisted her fingers. The soft and warm feeling of her breasts remained at the tip of her fingers. His heart began to shake, and for the first time he hated his lies with a lie with a weak foot.

If there was no such lie, wouldn’t I be able to enjoy her childish body now? I have learned a little about her temperament these days. Yang Ling knew that even if she was still a virgin, she would be destined to be his woman in this life, and she would never remarry. How could he change the belief that a person has developed since childhood?

When he thought of that two-year period and the foreseeable separation that could happen at any time, he did not have the courage to own her, could not give or promise, how could he enjoy the rights of his husband calmly? But no matter whether he was poor or not in this era, he would not be willing to leave because there was his concern and nostalgia here.

Yang Ling thought silently, and his heart began to hurt like a needle...

"The beauty of the clothes and seals is called Hua, and the etiquette is called Xia." Huaxia, the name of this ancient ethnic group, comes from her beautiful clothes. The Hanfu in the Ming Dynasty was the most styles and the most beautiful in the history of China. With a pair of skillful hands, the simple holiday clothes were slim and woven into a slim fit that was cut by the young lady, which was very beautiful.

Yang Ling changed into a round neckline, green collar, large sleeves, and a square scarf. She had a slender figure and looked like a star. Her elegant temperament made her young lady happy.

The young lady was wearing cotton pants, a blue plaid skirt, and a light pink armor on her upper body. She had a bunch of slender waists, a pair of skirts, and her long black hair was divided into two bunches and her buttocks, making her look simple and delicate.

Under the skirt, a pair of embroidered and raised shoes appeared faintly, and she brought the steaming dumplings over. The small square table was placed on the kang, and Yang Ling stood cross-legged beside the table, sitting upright, looking straight, without looking sideways.

Only a man with no prospects touched the stove. This is what Han Youniang just said. It sounds like "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen". Yang Xiucai sat down as he obediently and guessed randomly. At the same time, he looked unhonest and secretly admired the beauty of his busy little wife, and of course he did not forget her pair of slender feet under her skirt.

Han Youniang's feet are very beautiful. Yang Ling saw her grandmother's feet when she was a child. She was very scared when she saw them. The so-called three-inch golden lotus had its soles twisted and deformed, revealing a miserable ugliness. Han Youniang is a pair of sky feet. In Yang Ling, it may be because her family is poor and girls have to work in the fields, so she was lucky to preserve this beauty.

In fact, foot binding had not become a fashion at that time, and there were not many women who tied their feet. It was not until the late Ming Dynasty. This perverted behavior became fashionable in the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, the lofty ambition of young mothers to be a virtuous and virtuous wife would be depressed and not tied feet. If that were the case, Yang Ling would not see her heroic posture of killing the Tatar robbers on the city wall today.

The dumplings made of cabbage and pork were served on the table, and there was a plate of beef sauce, a plate of water platter, and a small pot of soju.
Chapter completed!