Yang Ling held the unpapered emperor's calligraphy and returned to the door in a small car he hired. He got out of the car and walked back step by step with his eight characters, which was more majestic than the ministers who went to court.

But the little maid Yun'er, who was quick-talking, had already told Youniang the master to the court and the feat of resisting the imperial edict. His behavior could not be hidden. After hearing Yun'er's words, Han Youniang was sitting and lying down to wait for the news of her husband. When she heard her husband's voice, she hurried out of the room and hugged him, and her eyes were filled with tears of joy and said, "Honor, you are back, Youniang is worried about death."

She has not yet combed her hair, and has a clear soup noodles and a beautiful hair shawl. This ordinary hairstyle for women in the homes since the Han and Tang dynasties is very similar to that of modern women. She is paired with her simple moon-white dress, which is soft and delicate. Seeing that Yang Ling's little wife's cheeks were still a little pale after recovering from the disease, she couldn't help but worry: "You are just sick. Didn't Doctor Tian let you rest in bed? Why are you coming down from the ground? Go back and lie down? By the way, have you taken the medicine to reconcile your body prescribed by Doctor Tian?"

Yun'er, the little maid next to him, said timidly: "Master, I have boiled the medicine, but the lady feels it is hard to drink it. She said she just sits on the bed and pants. She has been gasping for a long time."

Yang Ling had seen Youniang practice Qigong, and when he heard the little girl say something interesting, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Youniang said anxiously: "My husband, the emperor hasn't blamed you anymore, right? Youniang heard that you were beaten thirty boards and were seriously injured?"

The emperor did not punish him, so Yang Ling was not worried that the young lady would find out. He laughed and said, "It's okay, don't you think I'm fine? You should take care of yourself quickly and not let your husband worry." He said, and approached the young lady and whispered, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, it's almost the same as when your husband slapped you on the butt."

Han Youniang blushed when she heard this and said angrily: "Look at you, you're still talking crazy, there's someone." Yang Ling then realized that there was a bit of people at home, which was comparable to the two-person world before. He quickly coughed, took out a string of copper coins from his arms and handed them to Yun'er, and said: "Yun'er, go to the market to buy some sugar and mix them with your wife in the medicine. Go quickly."

Yun'er agreed crisply, took the money and went out quickly. Yang Ling and Youniang helped each other and walked into the house. Yang Ling saw that Youniang was wearing this moon-white dress, with a long-sleeved, tight-waisted skirt, and looked a little thin, and couldn't help but worry: "It's better if you add another piece than A. I just sweated yesterday, but I can't stand the cold anymore."

The young lady helped him to the head of the kang and said, "It's April now, and I feel uncomfortable when I wear too much. Husband, you lie down quickly and I'll show you the injury."

The two of them had already been in turmoil for a few years, so Yang Ling didn't mind showing her naked body in front of her. He lay on the kang and asked the young lady to wear a loose dress. Fortunately, she hadn't found her underwear at that time. The clothes were so big that it was easy to take off.

The young lady gently took off her small shirt for him. Seeing that part of it stuck to her buttocks, she didn't dare to move. Yang Ling still pulled it down by herself. Although Yang Ling's butt was beaten so hard that it was not damaged, she actually did not hurt her muscles and bones. After taking care of her, she probably wouldn't even have a scar. However, he was running around these two days, and the wounds were cracked and cracked again and again. Now some places were still seeping blood. The originally pink and light-colored buttocks were about to turn into a big and beautiful face.

Han Youniang covered her mouth and tears flashed. Yang Ling felt a little cold on her butt. She turned her head and saw Youniang's sad look. She couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Youniang, what's wrong? Although I feel a little painful when I walk, I don't feel it hurts."

Han Youniang sniffed and said sadly: "My husband's wound has not been healed for a long time, and it will be scarred if it is cured." Yang Ling said funny: "So what? Isn't my wife's little butt injured? Haha, do you have medicine at home? Apply some medicine ass as long as it doesn't hurt."

Han Youniang was both ashamed and angry. She gave Yang Ling a blank look and said angrily: "My husband is always greasy, not saying anything nice." Yang Ling changed into a comfortable position and smiled sly: "Don't Mr. Husband say something nice? I don't know who was lying in my arms yesterday and blushed and heartbeats, and he was fascinated."

Han Youniang let out a "ah" and her cheeks were dizzy. She was just right, and her heart was so beating so hard that she was panting. The young lady couldn't help but jumped off and said, "Honey, you rest first, and the young lady will go to the street to buy medicine."

Han Youniang just opened the door when she saw two healthy servants lifting the soft couch. A man in his thirties lay down on top and entered the yard. He followed two servants behind him and brought a lot of things. Han Youniang asked in confusion: "Who are you looking for?"

Qian Ning lay on the soft couch and saw that it was a pure and cute little beauty like a dewdrop. Her hair was covered with picturesque eyebrows, but she didn't hold the three strands of heads of the woman after marriage. She also said that she was Yang Ling's new maid, and she couldn't help but feel itchy: "This kid is indeed very lucky. It's so beautiful to find a maid. If I had been to the kang to warm my feet, I wouldn't have been willing to serve her tea and water. I don't know if he would be willing to give up. I turned around and told him that I would exchange four maids for him."

Qian Ning thought, showed a humble smile, looked at her gentle and charming figure and said, "Is your master Yang Ling and Yang at home? I came to visit her specifically."

Han Youniang felt a little inferior: "I am just like a little maid?" She looked down at her dress and said a little unhappy: "So it's my husband's friend, please come in quickly."

Qian Ning was shocked, and he stopped his lewd smile and said hurriedly: "It turned out to be Mrs. Yang, who is rude and rude. Qian Ning is Lord Yang's friend." Yang Ling heard a loud voice in the room and said: "Young mother, is Lord Qian coming? Please invite him in."

Qian Ning served as the Jinyiwei in charge of the punishment of thousands of households. He did not blink when he was cruel and tortured the prisoners. The bloody scenes were already common, but such a person was extremely caring about his body, which can be seen from the arrangements he made before being punished by the poach.

After returning home, the guy lay on the bed and was about to raise his body. In order to avoid scars on his buttocks, he didn't dare to move. The next day, the news of Yang Ling's resistance reached his ears. Qian Ning thought Yang Ling would definitely die this time, and secretly regretted that the line of the East Palace that he had finally caught was broken.

This morning I heard that Yang Ling was ordered to kneel on the Meridian Gate. Qian Ning, who was well versed in the officialdom, immediately smelled an unusual meaning and immediately sent someone to find a friend who served as the commander of the imperial guards in the palace to find out the news. He actually heard that the emperor gave Yang Ling a painting.

Qian Ning made a quick decision. Now it is clear that the emperor wants to protect Yang Ling. It is better to provide timely help than to add icing on the cake. He didn't even have time to buy gifts. He immediately brought the things he sent when others visited him without even opening the seal.

Qian Ning was carried into Yangling's bedroom and put the soft lie on the chair and the edge of the kang. When he saw Yang Ling lying on the kang with a blanket, he hurriedly said, "Sir Yang, I'm here yesterday, so I sent someone to visit him, but I'm not at home. Today, I'm better, so I came over by myself."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Qian. I'm still implicated and I'm working to come to see me. I really feel sorry for you." Qian Ning laughed and said, "You and I are both Jinyi colleagues, and I have been in front of the palace. I have a lot of fate. Don't say such things that are strange."

He said as he glanced around and saw the roll of rice paper thrown by Yang Ling on the kang, he couldn't help but be surprised: "What does this Yang Ling have to do with Your Majesty? He took the prince out of the palace and resisted the imperial edict in public. The emperor was not only not angry, but also gave him a painting made by himself. No matter what the emperor gave him, no matter which prince or minister invited him to go home, he would immediately wrap the yellow silk, and offer three incense sticks in the morning and evening. That was the emperor's favor and trust. He would be better than the emperor's handwriting of the ink treasures."

Qian Ning felt a little distressed when he looked at the painting. He pretended to be casually: "There is a hehe on the kang. Lord Yang is indeed a literati. Can he recite poems and paint while raising injuries at home?"

Yang Ling slapped his forehead. He had never thought of ruling power in his heart, so things that others seemed to be natural often ignored. As soon as he got home, he was tired of being with the little beauties, so he forgot the emperor's paintings. This is not only an ancient painting, but also an emperor's calligraphy. This is left to my descendants and my young lady. How much is it worth in the future?

Yang Ling quickly said to the young lady: "Madam, please take this painting to the cabinet and keep it alive. Haha, this is given by the emperor today, don't break it."

Han Youniang just brewed a cup of tea for Qian Ning. When she heard that the inconspicuous roll of things thrown on the kang was given by the emperor, she quickly picked them up and looked around for a while, but she didn't know where to put them to feel safe. After all, Han Youniang came from a remote mountain village, and the emperor was like a myth in her heart. Now she actually saw the things given by the emperor in person, so it's no wonder she was so scared.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Please put it on the cabinet. I've got to find someone to paste it. I'll be afraid of bumping it when I put it in a box." Qian Ning said enviously: "The emperor rewarded it? Haha, I'm relieved now. I heard that you resisted the imperial edict yesterday and were worried about your brother all night."

He accidentally brought it into the relationship. Yang Ling also had a close intention to the Qianhu, the governor who held the power. After hearing his words, he also smiled and said, "Brother Qian is worried. This is not allowed to be passed on anymore. Yang Ling dared not resist the imperial edict. It was just that his beloved wife was in a hurry. The father-in-law who begged for the imperial edict to forgive him for a moment. The people on the streets spread rumors and talked nonsense, and they were really afraid that the world would not be in chaos."

Qian Ning laughed dryly, and was about to welcome a few more words when the eunuch who was delivering the orders in the palace arrived. Fortunately, the eunuch who passed the orders on the pen company knew the rules and stood in the yard with his back and forth, but he didn't enter his house at all. Yang Ling hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out with his young mother to kneel down to receive the orders.

When Yang Ling saw the imperial envoy back, Qian Ning praised him for a while. Seeing that Young Mother was holding two bottles of wounded medicines from the emperor and waiting to apply medicine to her husband, she obediently bowed and said goodbye. Before Yang Ling could take off her clothes, she gave him a bunch of gifts. In a warm manner, she personally delivered him to the door. Just as the two sides were about to say goodbye, a sedan chair came to her face.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and a pale horse face came out of the sedan chair. When he saw Yang Ling standing at the door, the man couldn't help but be overjoyed and said tremblingly: "Mr. Yang, our family is afraid that we can't find you. God is pitiful. Oh, I've seen you."

Yang Ling, Qian Ning looked closely and saw that the man was gray-haired and his face was white and blue. It was Ma Yongcheng, the eunuch who was the eunuch in the palace. Qian Ning said in a lost voice: "Eunuch Ma, why do you still have to go out of the palace to buy it in this way?"

Ma Yongcheng gave him annoyed look and said, "What are you buying? Can I do this in this way be bad? Hurry up, it's not good to talk in our yard."

Yang Ling and Qian Ning looked at each other and turned back to the yard for no reason. Ma Yongcheng waved to Yang Ling with a bitter face and said, "Sir, we are so rude that we have finally asked someone to carry the sedan chair, but I dare not move it again. All of my butts were beaten to pieces. My life is my life."

Yang Ling knew that the eight eunuchs in the palace were much heavier than he was. Seeing that he was about to cry as he spoke, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My father-in-law should take a good rest, why did he leave the palace?"

Ma Yongcheng smiled bitterly and said, "Who said it was not? It was not the prince." When he said this, he glanced around. Qian Ning knew what he wanted to go out. Ma Yongcheng hurriedly said, "Slowly, don't hurry to go, ask the servants to go out. Lord Qian stayed there too. Maybe you can use this matter."

When Qian Ning heard that the prince had something to do, he felt his scalp numb, so he had to send all the servants out and come over. Ma Yongcheng gasped and said, "Mr. Yang, it's the third day today. What you praised at the beginning, the prince is really the one who is really there.

There are no outsiders here, so let's just tell you, the prince is attracted to other girls, and the men in the palace have really been troubled by the prince, but the people in the teaching staff are Miao Kui and Miao, so our family dare not trust you. This matter has to fall on you. This is all the assets I have saved, 14,000 taels of silver. No matter what method you use, you have to redeem people, and let's settle them with you first."

Ma Yongcheng said as he took out a roll of silver notes in great pain and handed them to Yang Ling. He said, "The Zhan Shi Mansion has received the holy wish. Now he is very careful about us men. I have to go back to the palace quickly. Things are just going to be the case. If you have done it, you will arrive at the gate of the harem tomorrow. There will be a little eunuch who transports water to ask you for information. OK, okay, our family will have to go back to the palace."

Ma Yongcheng directed the two servants of the purchasing department to carry him out of the door and went there again. Yang Ling held the bill for a while and then looked at Qian Ning with help and said, "Brother Qian, look at this matter."

Qian Ning didn't know that Yan Kuan was almost kicked to death by Zhang Yanling, and he no longer dared to attack Yu Tangchun, so he felt that things were a little scratching his head, but he didn't dare to show it, so he had to say, "Since the prince's words are spoken, I need Qian somewhere, Lord Yang just speaks, why don't we go and redeem the person?"

Yang Ling gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "Okay! I don't believe it. I can't redeem a person for more than 10,000 taels of silver? Well, who does the prince like?"

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