Chapter 21: Simple love

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Huang Xiancheng pointed out that Sang scolded Huaidi for a while, but Yang Ling didn't take it for granted: the civil servants were timid, could they just let Tazi come to harass, and could only close the city and guard, so the foreigners were more arrogant?
He seemed to listen politely, with a pair of eyes sweeping around, only to see Wang Zhubiao and Liu Dianshi standing alone, and only the Jiang Jiang ’s ghost was like a bad boy being reprimanded by the teacher. Students, a pair of eyes also twirled, and their own eyes, smiled heartily.
Yang Ling's gaze flicked over the several whistle-bearers standing at the door, and suddenly a familiar figure flashed in his eyes. When he fixed his eyes, he saw Han Youniang came sometime, standing next to the wall, a pair of dark black hair bright 'S big eyes are blinking at himself without blinking.
When Yang Ling noticed her presence, Han Youniang subconsciously put out her tongue and quietly leaned against the wall. Yang Ling was anxious in her heart. When the city was about to start fighting, Liu Yafei was flying. She was still a little girl in her tens. What if she was hurt?
Yang Ling glared at her fiercely, slammed her mouth at the door, Han Youniang bit her lip, her eyes flickered, she clearly saw his movements, but she deliberately drifted her eyes aside.
Yang Ling frowned and stared at her, Han Youniang's face gradually became uncomfortable, her gaze patrolled, and finally greeted Yang Ling's gaze. Yang Ling raised her eyebrows, then narrowed her eyes, her eyes rolled around her face, and then dug hard underneath, threatening herself.
Han Youniang ’s face flushed red. Yang Ling slapped her small that day, she seemed to have tasted the sweetness. Later, as long as she was disobedient, Yang ’s family method would be spanking. She naturally knows the meaning of her husband.
Master Huang was scolding and spitting, and suddenly found that Yang Ling was like a cramp, and he felt stupefied: "Master Yang, what can you say?"
Yang Ling was taken aback, and quickly said: "Ah? No, no, Huang Lao said, students respectfully listen to the teachings."
Huang Xiancheng nodded in satisfaction, only to find that he had used the topic to scold for a long time, and did not say any constructive opinions. He licked his lips and began to sort out his thoughts.
Yang Ling glanced at Han Youniang again, and saw her lips curled into a line, and a pair of charming big eyes bent into a crescent shape, could not help but feel a little discouraged: "I am a little too spoiled for this little nizi, it turned out to be me I bowed my ears and obeyed my fate, but now I am better. Not only do I not listen to my words, but I also read my jokes. "
Huang County took two steps, standing still and saying: "You, the little prince has continued to attack our borders in recent years, but he has never attacked military borders. This time, the flames have ignited, and there must be a large group of people coming from Bo Yanmeng. Be vigilant tonight and plan again after dawn understands the enemy's situation.
He raised his voice and said: "Now that the enemy is on the ground, the people in the city have messed up their own feet. Feng Xunjian, you immediately lead people to patrol the city, and it is strictly forbidden for the people to walk on the streets. Those with military minds, beheaded on the spot, make sure that there is no chaos in the city! "
Feng Xunjian said with surprise: "This lord, without the trial of the three divisions and the scribble of the Holy Pen, can he kill people indiscriminately?"
Huang Xiancheng sneered: "When the war broke out, local officials had the right to make a decision. You don't need to report it to the Penal Department. Don't you even know this?"
Feng Xunjian's face was red, and he quickly hurriedly said: "Yes, Xiaguan obeyed his orders!" He turned around and took a group of subordinates in a hurry.
Huang Xiancheng said again: "Hong Bantou, please take someone to the warehouse of the Stagecoach Office and inform them to send the rolling wood blasting stone and tung oil lime to the four cities."
Mr. Hong responded with respect. Huang Xiancheng once again told Liu Dian: "Master Liu, please take a part of the jailer of Dalong, and then notify the chiefs and chiefs of the streets and all the districts, and choose the strong people, in the gates of the east, west and south. Digging into horse pits and arranging refusal horses, once the war is tight, these people can go to the city to help. "
He told Master Wang again: "Master Wang, you sit in the county government, report the military situation, and also arrange the soldiers' three meals a day."
Yang Ling listened to Huang Xiancheng's arrangement, and she was sincerely convinced. He only saw that Master Min was brave and fearless, and he was excited by his blood, and only felt that he had fought a vigorous battle with Tatarzi before he was a man.
He calmed down at this time and listened to Huang Xiancheng's arrangement. He thought that no matter whether offensive and defensive, he must first have a stable rear. If the people in the city were allowed to gather on the streets, spread the rumors, disturb the military, and the news spread all over the sky, the fear would be like a plague. The same spread, and when the people exploded, they would not be able to calm down.
Moreover, there are only more than 200 officers and soldiers in the city. If all preparations are not started now, I am afraid that it will be too late. I have already set the target and engaged in planning. If I understand these things, I almost broke the major event.
The civil servants walked in sevens, eights and eights, Jiang Jiang looked at only a group of soldiers under his own hands, so he touched his nose and smiled and said: "Master Huang, Tatar is still harassing under the city. The officer took someone to inspect the city and leave. "".
Huang Xiancheng arched his hand, watched them leave, sighed for a long time, sat down at the table, and said to Yang Ling: "Yang Xian nephew, do you think the old man is so aggressive and a little timid?"
Yang Ling picked up a cup of tea at the front end and poured him a cup, respectfully said: "Lao Huang, the student was young and young, and when he saw Master Min's bravery, he also rushed to the city head when his mind was hot.
Thinking about it, it is still appropriate for Huang Lao to arrange it. Master Min is now the parent official of a county, and he should consider it all. Considering the overall situation, if he only wants to be happy for a while, it will inevitably be worthless, and the students have not done their duty of persuasion. . "
Huang Qiyin smiled bitterly: "You don't think there are not many tartars outside the city. They attacked the military fortress this time, and their appetite was very big. It's a great opportunity for good men to build merits and guard the territory. You are still young. Practice is. "
Yang Ling caught a glimpse of Han Youniang who was escaping from the overstairs, and quickly responded: "Yes, Huang Lao ordered, the students are duty-bound. Huang Lao rested, the students went outside to see the defense."
Huang Qiyin twisted his beard and nodded comfortably. Yang Ling hurried out and saw a petite figure hurried into the shadow of the corner of the building, unable to laugh.
At this time the snow is still over. This is the highest point in the city, and the mountain breeze between the two peaks in front is infused, and the wind is extremely snowy. Yang Ling slowly walked down to the corner of the corner, took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, letting the cold wind slam the snowflakes against his face, he didn't make a sound for a long time, the cold mountain wind blew his robe.
The Tatars under the city had stopped the harassment of the horses, and five huge fires ignited far away on the ground. Yang Ling's eyelids jumped, and hundreds of people could not capture the Jiming Station. They braved the wind and snow to stay under the city. Could it be that there will be a large army coming?
A pair of bright eyes in the shadow of the corner looked at Yang Ling, and the wind and snow hit him on his slender, thin body. Han Youniang finally couldn't help but came out and pulled his sleeve distressed like a child who made a mistake. The low voice: "Xiang Gong".
Yang Ling sighed and lowered his head to look at Han Youniang ’s bright, water-like eyes, gently holding her tender face like a handful of spring water, pitying: "Young girl, you will martial arts, it ’s easy to get out if you are alone. The city is really broken, so you can escape out of chaos and escape back to Yangjiaping no! Escape back to your mother ’s house. "
Han Youniang lost her voice: "Xiang Gong, what are you talking about? No matter what, I am certainly with you. How can I leave my husband alone and escape?"
Yang Ling smiled, somewhat sentimental and reluctant, until now he realized that although there was no vigorous love, no Qingqing and my romance, but unconsciously this cute and lovely girl has deeply dwelled in his heart.
He likes this girl, but he dare not accept her affection, sometimes he can't help being intimate with her, and sometimes he deliberately distances her. All the contradictions are because he knows how short his life is, so he would rather maintain both In some cases.
It was not so easy to rejuvenate the dead by the dead, and the beacon on the eve of New Year's Eve made him believe that his own reincarnation career would be starting again.
With a sigh, he gently touched Han Youniang ’s innocent and beautiful face. Her cheeks were as cold as ice and slippery as jade. Yang Ling ’s eyes quietly jumped up with a gentle touch, and suddenly he could n’t help but hug Han Youniang tightly. In my arms, as if to crush her, he mumbled and said: "How lucky is it that I can form this relationship with you. If I have been tortured for two years, then my heart will be even more painful. Young girl, Promise me, if the city is untenable, you must escape and find a good man to marry, and do n’t let me care about you under the Nine Springs. "
He mistakenly thought that the limit was coming and could not help revealing the true feelings. Han Youniang would be wrong. Only Dofu decided to coexist and die with the people of the city. Even if the city was broken, she would never run away, but she was still worried that she was lonely, helpless, and unattended. The beloved man suddenly became a respectable person in her heart. Hero.
She hugged Yang Ling in tears and posted in his arms: "Xiang Gong, you can help adults to keep the city at ease, the young girl is your woman, no matter where you go, the young girl will follow you, if the Xiang Gong is gone "She choked with sobs:" Then the young lady also follows you under Jiuquan, and never steals her life! "
Yang Ling listened to her anxiety and pushed her away and said angrily: "Damn, what do you know? What is the use of dying with me? I just want you to live, why are you so stupid".
The lantern hanging on the turret saw Han Youniang's tears all over her face. Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, and she couldn't say it anymore.
Han Youniang raised her head in tears, and said naively and seriously: "The young girl understands, the young girl knows that the husband loves me and pity me, but the husband knows not, the young girl has been concentric with the husband in this life, if the husband is not there, the young girl He Huan? "
Yang Ling's heart shuddered suddenly, under the reddish light, he suddenly found that this petite and pure girl already had a charming charm of mature woman between her eyebrows. The inner childlike, mature charm?
"Young girl, young girl," Yang Ling sighed with emotion, holding her in her arms again, and her forehead pressed against her bangs. The red lights swaying on the turret, the light and shadow are blurred, and the heart and heart embrace, shielding a small world around each other that belongs only to each other. The gusty wind and flying snow, all of a sudden, the intimate atmosphere makes their hearts calm and quiet.
"In this world, I am afraid that no woman can make her heart move like her," Yang Ling thought involuntarily.
Han Youniang hugged tightly the man who loved her and loved her: "Heaven gave me a best husband", she thought satisfactorily, her brows and eyes were all smiles.
Feixue quickly put a white coat on the two embracing people.