Chapter 30: New Year's Day

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Yang Ling heard her voice a little embarrassed, looked at her carefully, and saw that her hair had just been washed, and her long hair was neatly draped behind her shoulders, bright and discerning, revealing a fresh and charming temperament, that pair of beautiful The next pair of eyebrows, big eyes that won't lie, flashed, seeming to avoid something.
Yang Ling thought to himself: "Why is there a family tradition, and there are rules that can't be passed on?" Although he knew that the young girl's heart was on her own, if her family really had any rules, it was understandable, but there was still a little bit in his heart. Lost, he said with a strong smile: "Oh, this is the skill of your Han family, don't allow outsiders to learn? Ha ha, I am rash."
In this era, when the woman married, the husband ’s family was her own family. Instead, her maiden family was considered an outsider. If she favors her maiden family, it is enough to make seven examples. For Han Youniang, this is a very serious blame.
She said nervously: "No, no, what can the young girl hide from her husband, if she really wants to learn, how can the young girl not teach? This stick method was learned by my father from the Shaolin Temple in Henan. Mad Cudgel. "
At that time, there were extremely strict restrictions on monkhood. People under the age of 60 needed to be certified by parents and local officials before going to monkhood, and then went to Beijing to take the exam. Seeing that the major temples are unsuccessful, they have to widely accept lay disciples, so there are many Shaolin lay disciples in Henan and Hebei. The young girl ’s father also went to the Shaolin Temple to eat mixed food when he was poor because of his family. This is why he learned martial arts.
Yang Ling listened to the name of "Crazy Devil's Stick" and then thought of the young girl's covery expression. She couldn't help but realize it. Looking at the young girl's shy expression and petite figure, he became more and more interesting and couldn't help laughing. stand up.
Han Youniang was stared at him embarrassedly by his laughter, and the more laughter he saw, the more funny his face was, and she blushed, saying: "You didn't want to say anything, all the friends told everyone to tell me, they laughed and laughed. Others ".
With her small mouth flattened, Yang Ling's stomach hurt with a smile, and when she saw her face twisted, he naturally put Han Youniang in his arms while smiling, and said, "Oh, I originally I do n’t think it ’s funny, it ’s because you ’re nervous, and I think of you, a delicate woman, what crazy magic wand tricks with open teeth and claws, I ca n’t help but want to laugh.

Yang Ling said forward and backward, Han Youniang didn't speak with a straight face, but the smile in her eyes grew, and finally she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She slapped Yang Ling's lap in hate and said: "Xiang Gong is good or bad , Deliberately making fun of others! "
Yang Ling was beaten by her, and her teeth were sore with pain. He breathed in and said: "Ouch, tap lightly, the saddle is too hard, and the thighs of Xianggong's horses are almost worn out."
Han Youniang panicked and quickly stroked gently with a pair of small hands, and then she almost put her small mouth up and blown. She gently and gently stroked his thigh, her eyes blinking without blinking. He asked, "Is it still painful? I will go to the pharmacy to buy some gold ulcer medicine after eating."
"Uh cough cough," Yang Ling cleared his throat, his voice slightly hoarse: "No, I just lack exercise, well, no need to rub."
The little girl understood something clearly, but sometimes she was ignorant. So close to the point, her pair of delicate little hands rubbed and rubbed, it was just to seduce his lust, where it fell like a shriveled lifeboat into the sea, and immediately expanded magically, pointing directly to the sky.
Yang Ling quickly bent over, thank God! No, thanks to the tailor, the spacious crotch is enough to cover his ugliness. He couldn't help but let out a breath, but then he noticed that Han Youniang's pretty face was so close to his lips. On the young, flawless skin, several hairs touched his cheek, and itchy wanted to hit sneeze.
Han Youniang's face carried a faint woman fragrance, and Yang Ling lured to move. Her hand on her lap now feels fiery like a soldering iron. Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hold Han Youniang's body and kissed her face.
The young lady's body shuddered and froze. Her face was smooth and trembling like jelly, Yang Ling could n’t help but leaned in and kissed her deeply. The young lady ’s face suddenly became hot and she did n’t dare to move, but her eyes became Watery, there was surprise, shyness, and endless joy and tenderness.
The red lips are moist like a peach that can be picked at any time, Yang Ling suppresses the strong yu look that ravaged it, and said hoarsely, "I'm hungry, let's go dumplings."
"Well," Han Youniang promised with a nasal voice, but her body was motionless. Those watery eyes looked deeply at Yang Ling, and the waves of light flowed, moving beyond words.
"Su Xi didn't comb her hair, covered her shoulders with silk hair, and gently turned Lang's lap, where is pity!"
Han Youniang showed a charming and charming look, and the flowers and bones in Yang Ling's mind had already voluntarily been torn up.
If Han Youniang is a tender grass, then Yang Ling has started to drill two thick horns on his head. He really wants to swallow Han Youniang's gut and then come back to chew her fragrance.
Yang Ling sniffed into the virgin fragrance scattered on the young lady. He couldn't hold back his restraint anymore, and grabbed the back of her head with a big hand, clutching her sweetness tightly.
The two pairs of lips were tossing and turning, Han Youniang was breathless and delicate, and inexperiencedly opened the soft territory to him, and there was no bravery and domineering during the battle of the city. Yang Ling kissed her refreshing taste, unconsciously opened her collar with her fingers, and felt the pink and soft fragrance full of palms.
"Well," Han Youniang groaned softly, letting him invade in a comatose coma, and his body was weak in his arms. Her naive and pure body fragrance made Yang Ling's tiredness wipe away for a long time. Only then satisfactorily removed his lips from the red lips of the young girl.
Han Youniang became more and more feminine, her eyes rippled with light, and her red lips were soaked with kisses that he couldn't express the tenderness.
"Bao ~~", lips meet, this time just a shallow kiss, then he smiled lowly and said: "Ma'am, can you cook for the husband?"
Han Youniang stared at him indifferently, and her eyes were bright. After listening to him, she woke up like a big dream at first, tightened her collar shyly, jumped down panic, and floated out like a space walk The ears heard the sounds of the pots and pans in the outer hall. Obviously, she was still in a hurry.
Yang Ling smiled quietly, twisting her fingers gently, and her fingertips still had the soft, warm taste of her breasts. His heart began to shake, and for the first time he hated the lie of his flat feet.
Without that lie, wouldn't I be able to enjoy her childlike carcass now? These days, I have some understanding of her temperament, Yang Ling knows that even if she is still a virgin, this life is destined to be only his woman, she will never remarry, the belief that a person has developed since childhood, Was he able to change? .
Thinking of the two-year period and the predictable parting that could happen at any time, he had no courage to own her, he could not give, he could not promise, how could he enjoy her husband's rights in peace? But no matter whether he was poor or poor in this era, he was reluctant to leave because there was a wife he cares about and loves here.
Yang Ling thought silently, his heart began to hurt like a needle stick ...
"The beauty of a dress is called a flower, and the etiquette is a big summer." Hua Xia, the "Hua" in this ancient ethnic name comes from her beautiful dress. The Han Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty was the most styled and the most beautiful in the history of Hua Xia. of. With the help of a pair of ingenious hands, the simple festive costume was cut into a slim fit by the young lady, which is very beautiful.
Yang Ling put on a round-neck green-breasted long-sleeved robe, put on a square scarf, and had a slender figure and a star like a star. The elegant temperament saw the young lady happy.
The young lady was wearing cotton-padded trousers, covered with a blue checkered skirt, and had a light pink jacket on her upper body. A bunch of slim waists, a hemline skirt, and long, bright hair divided into two bundles hanging down the hips, the whole person looks pure and slim.
Under the skirt, a pair of embroidered up-toed shoes looming, she brought the steaming dumplings over. The small square table was placed on the kang. Yang Ling was kneeling around the table and sitting on the front of his neck, looking straight.
The man who didn't have a good time touched the stove. This is what Han Youniang just said, and it sounds almost the same as "Gentleman Yuanyao Kitchen". Yang Xiu sat down obediently and guessed wildly. At the same time, my eyes are secretly admiring the beauty of the busy young wife, and of course I have not forgotten the beautiful feet in her skirt.
Han Youniang ’s feet were beautiful. Yang Ling had seen her grandmother ’s feet when she was a child. At that time, she was frightened when she saw them. Han Youniang is a pair of natural feet. In Yang Ling's dream, it may be because the family is poor, and the girls have to work in the field, so they are lucky to keep this beauty.
In fact, at that time, the foot-wrap had not become fashionable, and there were not many women who wore the foot-wrap. It was not advocated until the late Ming Dynasty. This perverted behavior was not fashionable until the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, the young girl ’s ambitious ambition to be a good wife There is no reason to be entangled. If that were the case, Yang Ling would n’t see her daring heroic heroine in Chengtou today.
The dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork were served on the table. There was also a plate of sauced beef, a plate of water font, and a small pot of shochu.
This is the most warm holiday for a young couple in the cold winter night after the first line of life and death. Young Niang's sweet eating and bright eyes make up the most romantic scenery in Yang Ling's eyes.