Chapter 7: Beauty at once

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There is an old saying: "Those who pass the Beijing teacher have Juyongguan, and the road to Juyongguan must be sung by chickens." Jimingyi and the wooden castle 60 miles away form a horn, and Yulin, together with Yulin, has become the three major gateways for the guarding of the capital.
Yang Ling and Han Youniang moved out of the mountain den and went to visit the father-in-law, who had never met him, but it happened that Han Boss took his son to go hunting on the mountain and had n’t returned yet. Ten days and a half will not come back, so he told the neighbors that he had moved to the city and lived with him.
In Yang Ling's memory, I only heard the name of Tumubao. I remember that a Ming Dynasty emperor led a half-million army there and was defeated by the leader of Wa'ao. This knowledge is only known after watching Liang Yusheng's "Ping Zong Xia Ying".
In his impression, the only thing that could be said to be the city was Xuande and Datong. It was only when he really had to walk that he knew how inconvenient the traffic was. Although Jimingyi is a small city, there are all kinds of businesses, including shops, shops, oil shops, tea shops and restaurants.
This is the throat between the capital and the northwest. The business is developed and the transportation is convenient, so it can be regarded as very prosperous.
Yang Ling and Han Youniang rented a small room in Jiangjiayoufang, and the house property was gone. They only had a dozen or two silvers on their bodies. How could Han Youniang sit in the mountains and do some sewing in the tailor shop on the street.
Yang Ling also wanted to go out and see if there was any way to make a fortune, and he had to find a job to let him be supported by a 15-year-old baby girl. Studying at home, Yang Ling had no choice but to say yes, and she secretly slipped out and wandered around while she was away from the students who skipped classes.
Post Office, carts and horses, pawnshops, monasteries, where is suitable for his work? Yang Ling racked his brains and couldn't think of any way to make a fortune. After shopping most of the time, he looked up and saw a small wine shop, went in and cut three or two sauce beef, a small pot of shochu, tasted the taste, this pure grain brewed and fermented The shochu tastes better than the 100-yuan bottle he drank in a big hotel. Even poor Yang Ling didn't know how to make wine.
Alas, when I read novels, those people who wanted to make a fortune through time and space really rushed to give money, and when they wanted to be emperors, they immediately cried and begged him to be an official, and even if they wanted to see a beautiful woman, they could meet two children and three. Beauty, am I just too useless?
Yang Ling drunk helplessly, paid seven essays, walked out of the tavern, walked depressedly on the snow with his hands, and squeaked in the snow. This city is actually very prosperous and has a large population flow, but you must not imagine it with the current situation of shopping on the shoulders. At that time, there were absolutely not so many people.
Therefore, the pedestrians coming and going from this bustling, shop-lined street are actually only sporadic, not too many. A sudden horseshoe sounded behind him, Yang Ling, accustomed to hearing the horn before giving way, was still unconscious, still walking in the middle of the road, and suddenly his right shoulder was vigorously scraped by something, and he staggered forward, almost Fell to the ground.
Standing firm, he turned his head to look around, and a horse with a reddish-red head stood beside him with a squirting nose. The horse tweeted: "Are you deaf?"
"Huh? Isn't it reasonable to hit someone?" Yang Ling rushed up and looked straight away. The leather hood raised his ears, revealing a pink, smooth and charming face, and a soft curved eyebrow lightened near the eyebrows. Some are dark and thick behind, with a pair of shiny eyes underneath a greasy nose and ruddy cherries.
Yang Ling couldn't help but shine, and said that the beauty was here. This beauty was really the first big beauty he met after he arrived in ancient times. The eyebrows, facial features, and the nose and lips are almost all charming. It is the kind of real woman. The taste is so charming, it looks like she is 14 or 5 years old, and she is already a beautiful embryo. If it is bigger, then it will still be worth it?
Although the young girl is a beautiful girl, her bravery is heavier, and her facial features are not as charming as her, and the kind of simple girl in a mountain village can't be compared with such a graceful and noble girl. Seeing the charming eyes on this girl's face, it made people understand what the so-called coquette should look like.
She was wearing a man's suit, covered with a water lake green clip cloak, and a pair of deerskin half-boots were exposed below. Liu Liu's eyebrows were upright, and she yelled out to Yang Ling angrily. Outer cyan gown, tall and tall, although the face is gentle and gentle, but the facial features are quite handsome, the most important thing is that the eyes are quite dignified, looking at the smooth eyes, the anger on the face suddenly calmed down.
"Yu", a person next to him clearly surpassed the beautiful young girl, suddenly mentioned the horse rein, the horse's head raised and hissed, and the horse's hoof stepped on the snow, he owed his butt, steady his body, and shouted loudly : "What's wrong, sister, hello, you blind boy, but you collided with my sister?"
This guy is strong enough, wearing a large-breasted jacket, a purple felt hexa hat, about twenty years old, bronze skin, thick eyebrows, eyes full of air, his face is full of arrogance, he looks sturdy and strong, he said one end As he rushed up, the horse whip in his hand flicked up and slammed into Yang Ling.
The man said that he would fight, and it was extremely violent. Yang Ling could not avoid it. Fearing that the whip would break her face, she raised her hand unconsciously to block her face. The young girl looked forward, and the whip of her right hand flicked forward. Shaoer shot straight out like a line, brushing his brother's whip with a brush, and pulled it back, and the whip didn't pull down.
The girl giggled, her legs flicked toward her, approached Yang Ling, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't you think you are a reader? How can you bear your whip for the tender skin? Hello, scholar, Don't be frightened, this girl let you go, "hehehe" her voice is very sweet and sweet, with some kind of mockery in her tone.
Yang Ling lowered his hand and looked up to her charming face. The face was as beautiful as a peach blossom. With Yang Ling's experience of IX and how many beautiful women she hadn't seen in the video, she was also attracted by this charming little beauty. Jump.
The girl ’s bright eyes are very rich. She seems to be accustomed to the amazing expression of the man when she first saw her. Seeing Yang Ling is also full of appreciation, but it does not reveal the disgusting lustful greedy expression of those men. After a smile, he stared deeply at him, turned his head and said to the man, "Brother, let's go, and we still have to buy gifts." He smiled at Yang Ling with his legs on his legs. Give way, don't hit you again ", in her giggling laughter, the red horse passed by, and the girl's riding was really good.
With the delicate figure passing by, Yang Ling smelled a faint, intoxicating fragrance.
The leopard-like brawny man stared hard at Yang Ling and grunted heavily, and also followed away behind his sister. Yang Ling was neither a hard-working person nor a hard-working person. He smiled faintly. When he saw the two running away, he continued to walk slowly.
Yang Ling walked in when he saw the store, wandering around at will, and wanted to collide with some sparks of wealth, but it was a pity that he couldn't think of anything that was suitable for the ancients, and with his current technological capabilities, he could just apply the knowledge that he happened to understand. When a candied fruit came, we saw two old men carrying candied fruit in the corner.
Yang Ling thought sadly: "I don't know if the lamb skewers of the Western Regions have not been passed to Zhongyuan. If it is not possible to be the only one who can get it. But even if they sell skewers, how can they make a fortune? It is better than the need for taste, or the color character of the food will not be the first among the three colors of "color, fragrance and taste".
Think about the mutton skewers, even in their own time, ca n’t be used in the elegant hall. People with identity drink and interact, who will make a few skewers, and for those who have no money, let him spend a penny to eat so few Meat, I'm afraid he won't give up.
Think of yourself wearing a blue and white striped gown and a fake beard standing next to a smoky iron shelf, curling your tongue to pretend to be a Uighur to attract customers, while grilling skewers, Han Youniang sitting behind holding bamboo sticks Strangling dead rat meat, Yang Ling could not help but fought a cold war: can this make a fortune in this era? I don't believe it.
Reluctantly walking, seeing a musical instrument store, Yang Ling walked in, and at a glance just saw that the pair of siblings were also standing inside, and saw that someone came in, and the girl looked back, and Yang Ling wanted to quit. Convenient, otherwise he would be ridiculed by his timid fear.
The girl has removed the hood on her head, a beautiful face with Yixi Yihen, picturesque, as if moving, combed three buns on her head, turned her head to see him, the girl couldn't help smiling, turned back to adjust An Guqin on the case.
Yang Ling didn't understand musical instruments, but it was inconvenient to see others turn around and walk away, so he pretended to pick up a flute and looked at it, but he could not help but quietly look at the girl.
The girl was looking at the piano with her head down, and it looked like it was indeed a fine product in the piano. It was antique, with a luster like gold and gold, and the texture was very beautiful. The material used was fine ancient tung wood.
The girl's eyes showed a surprise color, stretched out her slim jade fingers, lightly clasped string by string, and a burst of pleasant notes suddenly came from the room. "Oh, the tone is good," the girl said happily, single finger buckle on the first string, the majestic and tragic notes filled the room.
"Good piano, boss, how much is this piano?" The boss in his sixties said with a smile on his face: "Miss has good eyesight, this piano is an ancient artifact. If you like it, give it twenty-two silver coins. go".
The girl opened her small mouth in surprise and said, "Twenty-two? Although this piano is good, twenty-two is more expensive. I think it's worth twelve."