Blowing the light? No!

Hide in the quilt and take off your clothes? No!

With the stop of her "tyrant" husband, Han Youniang closed her eyes and took off her clothes, revealing her smooth and soft body.

Seeing Yang Ling's obsessive gaze, the young lady moaned in shame, turned around in a hurry, and only turned her pink and tender back towards him.

Yang Ling swallowed and touched her fingers up along the young lady's strong and beautiful calves. The young lady's cute little feet suddenly contracted, and Yingying's ankles were pressed tightly together.

Feeling her nervousness, Yang Ling smiled softly. The young lady felt that her body had something she had never had before. It made her feel panicked, but also had an indescribable sense of strange pleasure. She was so embarrassed that her skin turned pink all over her body, and she begged in a sweet and trembling voice: "My husband, please turn off the lights."

"No!" Yang Ling kissed her back gently and said obsessively: "I want to look at you. If such beauty is silent in the dark, the sky will not spare me. I want to look at you. Even if there are another hundred years or a thousand years, I will remember the night when the beautiful young mother dedicated her love and body to me."

Han Youniang covered her blushing face, and was almost drunk by the tender praise of her husband's poem. Yang Ling gently twisted the knot in her bellyband with her fingertips, and gently pulled it. Youniang's spine formed a shallow, graceful valley line along her spine. The knot in the vest was buckled open, and when her light body was turned over, the exposed part on her face covered with her hands was red.

Yang Ling comfortably raised her upper body, her eyes flashing with the desire of love. Just as she was about to come over to warm her cherry lips, Han Youniang suddenly screamed, suddenly moved her hands away, and opened her eyes nervously and said, "Mr., have you brought a Buddha statue?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Ling's naked chest, and a cross on it was shaking gently. The young lady was so embarrassed that she quickly closed her eyes again.

Yang Ling looked at her willow eyebrows deeply, and her eyes suddenly became shiny. He gently called Youniang's name: "Youniang, my husband is here."

"No! Wait, my husband!" Young lady suddenly screamed, Yang Ling hurriedly stopped the horse and said in surprise: "What's wrong with Young lady? You don't want to?"

The young lady blushed and said, "No, no, my husband, get up, I have forgotten the white silk."

She said as she turned her head shyly and stretched out her hand to reach the quilt that was still folded. When she came back in the evening, she found the red and white silk she had accompanied her when she got married, and quietly stuffed it into the bottom of her quilt. At the critical moment, she finally remembered that she had no major mistakes.

Yang Ling watched her pull out the white square scarf, like shaking a white flag, and couldn't help laughing. His favorite lady, he only wanted her to remember the sweetness and happiness that each other sometimes, instead of asking her to lie on the small square scarf with fear and focus on waiting for herself to test her loyalty. He hoped that the young mother could enjoy it, instead of just giving.

The young lady was biting her lips and trying to put the white silk under her buttocks. Yang Ling grabbed the white silk and threw it aside. The young lady opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Young Master, what are you doing?"

"I don't need that, it's too stern. Madam, you have to be affectionate. Do you understand?"

Yang Ling's lips smiled in the corner of her lips, and whispered in her ear: "Go here, my husband doesn't want to fight on the battlefield. Tonight, my husband wants to attack the city and rob the village, so that my young lady with excellent martial arts can raise her hand to surrender."

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The whole body and mind are devoted and blended, and in addition to the joy and pleasure, they also make people feel infinite fulfillment and satisfaction in the soul. The young mother who had just inherited the rain and dew "surrendered" three times before Yang Ling hugged her and fell asleep in the pleasure of being as if she had become a fairy.

The sleep was so sweet. At some point, Yang Ling suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw the young lady wearing a small shirt and robe sitting beside her and pushing him gently: "Mr. It's time to get up. My husband, I'm going to court today."

Yang Ling looked out the window lazily, but it was still pitch black on the window paper. When she turned around, the lights reflected, the young lady who had just been filled with rain and dew tonight was dizzy and her black hair was messy. The charm of the young woman was so beautiful that she was breathless.

Yang Ling felt aroused in her heart, reached out and took her to hug her in her arms, kissed her gently on her lips, and smiled and said, "It's still dark. I'm asking my husband to get up so early. Do you want him to talk to you? My husband was too tired last night, so he fell asleep while kissing you."

The young lady was hugged by him, and her heart felt a little charming. When she heard him mention the sweet and shameful thing, her face turned even more red, and her bones were slimming for a moment. She pushed Yang Ling lazily, but she felt that when she was hugged by her husband, she couldn't even use her hands. She couldn't help but say shyly and anxiously: "Mr., get up quickly, it's getting late, it's about to be Yin. I've prepared breakfast. You are going to see the emperor today."

"Ah?" Yang Ling was startled. He had no deep impression of the Yin and Mao moments at this time. He didn't expect that the time had arrived just over four in the morning.

Yang Ling was also anxious and quickly turned over and sat up. When Yang Ling sat up, he suddenly found a patch on the quilt. The two of them brought the quilt from Yangjiaping. They had not yet bought a new one. Although there were a few patches on it, Yang Ling remembered that the location was not broken. He couldn't help but say, "Young mother, when did this place break? Don't make up for it. If not, buy some fabric and cotton and make another bed."

The young lady had her eyelashes hanging down, her face looked like a red cloth. She took out a neatly stacked piece of things from behind her and said shyly: "It's not all you, it's yours. This is a big deal for her daughter's family. She can't stay there, so she's so embarrassed."

Yang Ling looked at it. The fabric looked like it was cut off from the quilt. Although the cloth was stacked, there was a little redness on it.

"Uh? Huh? Oh"

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At midnight, Yang Ling stood outside Zhonghe Hall, hungry and his chest was pressed against his back. The emperor was so arrogant. He didn't want to meet him so early, so why did he get up so early?

Yang Ling was in court for the first time, and he was not familiar with the capital, so he didn't have time to eat, so he rushed to the Forbidden City. To be honest, the officials of the court got up quite early. When Yang Ling arrived, many ministers were already waiting outside the Meridian Gate.

When Yang Ling was led by Liu Jin through the small gate to enter the palace, he thought he had received honorary treatment, but he didn't know that he had been taken to Zhonghe Palace. Then he was told that the emperor had gone to the court early and would meet him only when he came back.

Yang Ling waited from the hazy sky to the rising sun, and then from the rising sun to the present. He looked at the shadows under his feet weakly, and then looked around. Liu Jin led him to the place and didn't know where he went. Yang Ling was waiting here, and the guards in front of the hall did not look at him. Yang Ling did not dare to take the initiative to chat with him. Instead, the palace maids who occasionally came in and out seemed to be very interested in him and always looked at him up and down.

Yang Ling also glanced at someone. Although there were no ugly girls in the eighteen years, most of these palace daughters had a good appearance and a well-proportioned figure. However, they didn't look cute and charming when they just pulled out on TV. After watching for a while, Yang Ling began to look at him without looking at him.

The intestines protested again. Yang Ling suddenly saw a group of people turning around the front hall. In front was a great general holding a guard of ceremonies. Behind the Huangluo umbrella, there was a chariot under the Huangluo umbrella. Eight eunuchs were carrying it toward this side. Yang Ling was immediately excited.

He saw the palace maids, guards and eunuchs with Huang Luo umbrellas from far and near, and Yang Ling, who had just pulled up his waist, quickly learned to kneel down to the ground. A large group of people walked past him and headed straight to Zhonghe Hall, as if there was no one around.

Yang Ling knelt on the ground and shook his head secretly. The emperor was working at his own home. Why did he get so many idle people? But he didn't know that this ceremonial guard was still small. If the ceremonial meeting was held today, there would be two tigers and leopards, four elephants, and five ceremonial cars in the ceremonial guard. The team was even more huge. Of course, the emperor had the style of an emperor, and the style had to be dressed up.

Under his eyelids, a mosquito rushed past his knees. Yang Ling bounced his fingers and bounced it aside. The ant rolled on the ground for a few times, curled up and pretended to be dead. After a while, he did not find the danger, and got up and fled in a hurry.

Yang Ling couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips: In the eyes of the emperor, he might be like an ant. He raised his head slightly, and the ceremonial guards were still moving forward, holding flags, umbrellas, and golden gourds. Under the banners, there was a blue sky in the corner of the sky.

Yang Ling was fascinated by the sight. Today, I am no longer a little ant to be able to come to the center of power in the world. If I were given time and opportunity, then under this historical sky, would I be a flag that was swaying by or a tower that stood tall?

The ceremonial guards stood silently under the corridors on both sides of the palace gate. It was probably that the emperor was hungry, so he couldn't help but drink some tea and eat some snacks. After a long time, he saw a eunuch walking out of the gate of Zhonghe Hall. He raised his whisk and shouted sharply: "Shi Yu Yang Ling came in to see you!"

When Liu Jin left, he had already taught him the court to deal with etiquette. After hearing this, Yang Ling hurried forward and whispered loudly: "See Yang Ling Jin."

The little eunuch smiled slightly and said, "Yang Shidu, please follow me in." As he said that, he turned around and went in first. Yang Ling hurriedly followed in with his head down.

This was also here when he visited the Forbidden City in his previous life, but the layout and decoration inside are obviously different now. Yang Ling did not dare to look around, but just followed the footsteps of the little eunuch and walked in. When he reached the end of the scarlet carpet, the little eunuch flashed to the side and said loudly: "Study Yang Ling has met the emperor."

Yang Ling knew that the top must be sitting as if Emperor Zi Hongzhi was today. He knelt on the ground, put his palms up against the blanket, knocked his forehead on his fingertips, and raised his breath and said loudly: "My minister Yang Ling bowed to the emperor."

A graceful and elegant voice above said, "Get out, get up."

"Thank you Your Majesty!" Yang Ling stood up and stepped aside respectfully, looking at the nose and the heart. Although he wanted to see the appearance of Emperor Hongzhi with his own eyes, he did not dare to look around. His eyes just moved slightly, and saw a pair of official boots in front of him, and it seemed that another official was present.

I heard the elegant and elegant voice again, "Liu Qing, let it be. You have drawn an order to tell the King of Korea that the prince was young and did not need to serve women, but I still thought about his wishes. Although these women are not very good, I have all been granted female officials."

Yang Ling's lips tilted when he heard this, and he almost couldn't help laughing. It was estimated that Lord Liu would not write the original words so bluntly when he drafted the imperial edict, but it was extremely rare to hear such an interesting sage edict in person.

I heard Lord Liu laugh and said, "I think the King of Korea also knows that the prince is young. Even if he presents beautiful women, he will not be happy. So I picked some and sent them to you without feeling distressed."

Emperor Hongzhi laughed and gasped, "You are just a sharp mouth! Haha, he is stingy, I cannot be stingy, the gift I give back must not lose my elegance. Go and go, and I will draw an order."

"Yes, I obey the order." Lord Liu responded, bowed and retreated.

Yang Ling also heard that Emperor Hongzhi only favored the queen and no more concubine. Now that the prince is young, maybe the King of Korea really had this idea.

Mr. Liu dared to laugh in front of the emperor. I thought he must be a favored close minister around Hongzhi, but I don’t know which one he was. He had the right to draw an order. When he thought of this, Yang Ling felt moved in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of people at that time when he commented on the three great ministers in the court, he said, “Li Gong’s plan, Liu Gong’s decision, Xie Gong’s talk about it.” Could this Mr. Liu be the great minister Liu Jian?
Chapter completed!