Chapter 407: Grab

"Uh..., Xiuning, the emperor is preparing to get married with civil etiquette. If the emperor wants to do so, no one can force him to do it. However, the empress dowager will not accept his wife's visit according to civil etiquette, so he will not plan to go there at that time. The emperor is planning to bring an immortal into the palace to meet the empress dowager the next day. Will you go on the wedding day?" Yang Ling asked embarrassedly with a dark face.

"Yeah", Yongfu pursed his lips, his expression a little strange, as if he was holding back his smile, but Yang Ling didn't dare to look at her face, so he didn't notice it.

The big stick mop drooped his head and followed behind him. Yang Ling had just scolded him, and he was a little sad now. Although his scolding was so refreshing that it shocked the dandy boys, it also made Yang Ling so embarrassed that he wanted to find a rag to block his stinky mouth.

The young men didn't want to cause trouble, but it didn't mean they were afraid of trouble. When they heard the rough man scolding him badly, even though they saw that the family members they brought were all strong like family members, they couldn't help but get angry. These people rolled up their arms and sleeves and were about to fight. Zhu Heli, the fourth young master of Duke Cheng's mansion, rode his horse and rushed over.

When Zhu Heli saw that the two sides were about to fight, he rushed over quickly and saw Yang Ling. Yang Ling and Duke Cheng's mansion were walking a lot. They were familiar with each other and had a very good relationship with Mr. Zhu. Zhu Heli recognized the Duke and quickly shouted to stop him. Then he went forward to see him.

Those playboys were hurting others behind their backs. When they heard that Duke Wei was right in front of them, they didn't dare to talk too much. They took advantage of Zhu Heli's chat with Yang Ling and all of them slipped out of the city. Yang Ling saw it and said nothing about this. What's the point of arguing about? He and Zhu Heli said a few words before saying goodbye to each other.

Zhu Heli came late and finally chased the city gate. Seeing that the brothers were gone, they had to go out of the city and continue chasing. Yang Ling scolded the big stick in anger, and then he left the city with a stinking face. Several girls saw him angry and looked angry. Besides, this kind of thing was really shameful for a big girl, so no one dared to take a word. The team of dozens of people walked for a long time and didn't say a word. Now Yang Ling took the initiative to speak, and the atmosphere eased.

Shanglin Garden is twenty miles away, and it is also a flat official road in the capital. The light ride and fast horse arrive quickly. The forest in the golden autumn is deep dark green, dotted with bright red fruits. The golden autumn sky is particularly clear, the scum in the water is soaked in the water, and the lake water is also bright and bright. As soon as you enter the imperial garden area, you feel refreshed in your energy.

Everyone walked through the outer portal guarded by the guards and the seaguards, passed through an elm forest, and stood on horseback on their horses and quietly admired. In front of them was a flat grassland. There was a mirror-like lake water in the middle of the grassland.

Looking around, the lush forests and the vast autumn grass under your feet were still full of vitality. When you were in it, you felt refreshed and happy. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in the grass in the distance. Yongchun clapped his hands and smiled: "Rabbit, it's a hare, who will shoot it?"

Yongchun's bow is specially made. It is very light, otherwise the little beauty would not be able to pull it open, but her arrow would shoot quite accurately. Within twenty steps, the target of the millstone is large. Basically, as long as the wind is not too strong, she will definitely shoot.

So she still has this self-knowledge, but she dare not show her ugliness in public. When she shouted, the three princesses' eyes were poured on Yang Ling. He was the only man among the travel companions, and who else could he perform archery skills?

Yang Ling complained secretly, his earthly archery magic was unpredictable, and no one knew where he could shoot before he took a shot. It was embarrassing to be in front of the three princesses just now, but now I will throw it away again?

If you are looking for a reason, for example, if Yongfu is practicing Buddhism, it is inconvenient for her to see killing. It can block their mouths. She doesn't have to be ugly anymore, but now Yang Ling is hoping that Yongfu can live like a normal woman. How could she mention this and make her think that she is practicing?

Xiang'er was about to see General Yang's martial arts, so she urged: "The Duke commanded thousands of troops and horses in the army, and won constant battles. The archery and horse skills must be very good. It's better to show us one thing."

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment, groped in the beautiful pattern of the carved bow, and said calmly: "Bows and arrows have actually begun to be outdated. As the power of the divine musket increases, the battlefield in the future will definitely be the world of gunpowder weapons. As a senior general, you must not only pay attention to the present, but also look to the future.

Therefore, when I was in the army, I paid great attention to the development of firearms, and set an example, and set an example. I will not hide the tricks of the princess, bows, arrows and me. However, I have never seen the second one. Do you want to see them?"

Yongchun clapped his hands and said, "Okay, muskets are OK. I have seen the emperor use muskets, so you can shoot them."

"Okay!" Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took off the musket, refined the ground and loaded the bullet, then brushed the ground, pressed the butt against his shoulder, pressed his cheek, closed his eyes, and looked awe-in.

"So heroic!" Yongfu exclaimed secretly, his eyes bent into two crescent moons.

Yang Ling opened one eye and turned to the side. He saw Yongfu looking at himself with a look of admiration. He hurriedly calmed down and kept his breath in front of him. The black and oily gun barrel was moving gently along the fat rabbit with two big ears standing in the grass.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, there was smoke in front of me, and countless birds were startled in the forest. Before the smoke dissipated, Yang Ling's eyes had already seen the white rabbit overturning on the grass and hitting it! Finally, there was no shame!

Yang Ling immediately raised his gun with joy, reached out to wipe the powder ashes on his face, and laughed: "How?"

Before he finished speaking, his smile froze, and the three princesses were fighting desperately with the horse under his crotch.

Yangling's people and horses were all experienced for a long time. They were used to gunshots, cannons, and shouts of killing. Even the horses of David's guards often accompanied Emperor Zhengde to the four foreign troops to practice, and they also adapted to the explosion.

But the three princesses are the best horses in the Great Inner, and only the royals are qualified to ride. Emperor Zhengde has his favorite blood-sweat horse, so he doesn't ride these excellent horses at all. These horses have been kept in the Great Inner, and have never heard such a sudden explosion. The gun immediately shocked the three of them.

Although Yongchun was young, he was the most skillful in equestrianism. The horse was neighing and roaring, and the man stood up. She always pulled the reins tightly, hugged the horse's neck, and pressed it against it. The horse struggled for a while and was controlled by her.

Xiang'er and Yongfu's horse skills are not as good as Yongchun. The strong horse is neighing and the man stands up. Then he pauses down and immediately runs out in two directions like an arrow away from the string. Yongchun looks around and makes a quick decision and shouts: "You go chase my sister, I go chase Xiang'er."

Yang Ling was already anxious, and he didn't think about it when he heard this and chased after him.

Yongchun is here today. He originally wanted to create an opportunity to stay alone in the forest for his sister and Yang Ling. Even if his sister didn't have the courage to express his feelings for the moment, at least the two of them could get along well and have a secret love. At this time, the incident of the shocked horse gave her inspiration, so she immediately said what she wanted Yang Ling to chase her.

She glanced at Xiang'er. Xiang'er rode a small red-maned horse toward the grass by the lake. The horse was shouting, with four hooves rising and running wildly. Xiang'er's upper body was tightly attached to the horse's back. He held the reins tightly with one hand, and the two ribbons of her red clothes fluttered with the wind. From a distance, she looked like a pair of flying wings, which looked like a rushing lightning and unstoppable.

Yongchun felt relieved and knew that Xiang'er's riding skills would not cause her to fall off the horse. She was afraid that her subordinates would chase her and ruin her good things for her sister and Yang Ling to be alone, so she shouted: "You all stay here and don't move. We stop the shocked horse and come." After that, she waved the horse whip and chased Xiang'er down.

This is the royal garden forest. There are soldiers garrisons on the outside, with more than a thousand seamen and eunuchs cooking. Although the lakes and forests in the middle are a primitive scenery, there are no beasts that can hurt people. So Princess Yongchun ordered and the guards stopped. Seeing two groups of people rushing down. Thinking of the Duke's gunshot, the two princesses were running wildly, the guards couldn't help laughing secretly.

Princess Yongfu is not a delicate woman who can't do anything to exercise. She has been playing Cuju, archery, horse riding, pot throwing and other games since childhood. However, as she grew up, she was relatively quiet and had fewer more intense activities like riding. However, at this time, the strong horse roared and galloped like lightning, and she was not afraid at all, but she could not control the frightened horse for a while.

The grass on the ground was high and kneeless, and the horse was walking at an extremely fast speed. Only the rustling sound of the plants and trees being quickly rushed away and the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground. The horse galloped for a while, and saw that the running was slowing down, the horse's fear had disappeared. If you could control the horse at this time, Princess Yongfu would relieve herself.

She quietly turned around and saw that Yang Ling was the only one whip chasing her. Her heart moved and her heart beat faster. The reins that had just been clenched tightly couldn't help but relax again. She let the horse run wildly, enjoying this rare opportunity to be chased by Yang Ling behind.

There are occasionally birds, pheasants, badgers and hares in the grass that are frightened. The open grass in front of them has gradually reached its end and is already a dense forest. To the right is a slope, and after a rugged path, the second lake is the second.

"There are only two of us..." Thinking of this, the girl's heart flew over it.

But...... The joy is extremely sad, Yongfu secretly urged the horse to turn to the right. This section is relatively narrow. On the right is the earth slope and on the left is the woods. One head is gnawing on the grass in front of the earth slope. When he was shocked to see the horse coming, he turned around, turned two times, and jumped into the forest.

When it scared, the horse flashed to the side. Unexpectedly, the grass was deep and the forest was dense, and there was a pit of earth in the grass. The horse's hooves were suddenly trapped in the middle and threw Yongfu out. The little girl who was intrigued by the infatuation fell down heavily.

Yongfu rolled on the ground for two turns, feeling his feet were about to break and his knees were numb and painful. He couldn't help but sit on the ground, holding the injured feet, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Yang Ling was chasing him quickly. When he saw the princess falling to the ground, he hurriedly flew off the horse and rushed forward, asking, "Have you... been injured?"

Princess Yongfu said in tears: "My feet are probably broken and they hurt very much."

When Yang Ling heard that he had broken his bones, he didn't care about the defense between men and women. He hurriedly stepped forward and knelt in front of her on one knee. Yongfu said "ah" and his leg was already on his knee by Yang Ling, which forced her to support her hands behind her back to avoid falling.

This posture is really ambiguous, as if it were a speechless invitation to someone. If it weren't for the hunting outfit I was wearing today, the spring scenery would inevitably leak out, and Princess Yongfu was so embarrassed that her pretty face was flushed. But seeing Yang Ling's anxious look on her face, she bit her lip, and she could not help but hold her feet and dare not move.

The knees were stained with dust and green stains that were rubbed on the grass. The blood oozing inside was stained with silver-white tights. Yang Ling gently touched through the shirt, and Yongfu's delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, and his little mouth slightly turned into an O-shaped shape, gently sucking the cold air.

Poor Miss Zhu Xiuning, I don’t know how many lifetimes I have cultivated before I was born in the imperial family to enjoy the blessings. I have been spoiled since I was a child, and my skin is as fat as jade. The waves are wavy and the delicate and delicate blowing is broken, without any flaws.

But when I met this ninth-generation good man, Princess Yongfu cut off her neck and bleeded for him; her knee fell and bleeded for him, but I didn’t know when the next time she bleed for him. Will it still be so hard.

Yang Ling shook her ankle bone gently, Princess Yongfu took a "wire" breath of air conditioning. Yang Ling was really panicked, he hesitated and said, "You... are still bleeding on your knees, and the ankle bones are not what happened. I'll bandage you and then help you get on the horse?"

Princess Yongfu's face was ashamed, her cheeks were dizzy, and she nodded invisibly.

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and went to take off her boots. Even if the long boots were unbuttoned, there was still a piece below. The ankle bone had to be stretched slowly to take off the boots. After Yang Ling tried several times, Yongfu couldn't help but moan in pain. Yang Ling looked at the ground and was sweating all the time.

He simply sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully placed the princess' legs on his thighs, and then took advantage of the loose side opening of the boots to unbutton it. He put one hand on her calves. He slowly fixed her heels with his fingertips, and then held the sole of the boots with the other hand and faded downwards. Seeing that it was almost done, suddenly the speed was faster, and the boots were removed from Yongfu's cry.

Yang Ling sweated nervously, and he said to Yongfu: "Now, I... I'm in a hurry to do it. I want to roll up your trouser legs and bandage your knees, okay?"

Yongfu bit his lip, turned his face and nodded slightly, and Yang Ling rolled up her trouser legs bit by bit. The beautiful, 28-young virgin skin was originally crystal clear, like ice and snow. Yongfu's skin seemed to be carefully cared for by using crispy milk essential oil since childhood. It was pink and delicate and as delicate as powder.

Yang Ling only saw such a good skin type in his life. He felt like he couldn't bear it when he touched his fingers. This was the princess's jade legs, which made people tremble when they thought about it.

Yang Ling looked up and saw that Yongfu thought he was afraid of the pain and dared not look at the wound. He twisted his head and didn't dare to turn around. Then he boldly continued to roll up his trouser legs. He was extremely careful when he reached the knee until the trouser legs rolled over the knee and exposed the wound. A piece of skin was rubbed there, and some areas were bruised, and bleeding was oozed out of the middle part.

It is not serious to say that this injury is originally on others, but it is unbearable to stand the wonderful skin that is as crystal clear as jade and lubricating as pink. It would be a pity if a small scar was left on such beautiful skin.

Yang Ling had originally taken out the handkerchief from his sleeve, but when he saw such delicate skin, he thought the handkerchief pattern of Shu brocade was too thick. Yang Ling lifted up the top from the side and tore off the delicate cotton-woven close-fitting garment. The fabric was fine and soft. He held Yongfu's slender calves, then bent down from Yongfu's legs, gently wrapped the cloth strip around his knees, and then bent down through his legs.

As soon as Yongfu put his leg on Yang Ling's thigh, he immediately felt like he was paralyzed and he did not obey his own command at all. However, even every thin and invisible pore on his legs seemed to have consciousness, and he could keenly feel any movement of Yang Ling's fingers: "Okay..... Is that okay?"

After asking this sentence, Yongfu was shocked. He was not cold yet. Why was the sound rustling and dull, as if it was humming out of his nose?

"Yeah!" Yang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Okay, didn't you hurt you, right?"

"without……..".

"Princess..., Xiuning, let me see your ankle bones. I have been leading troops all year round. I understand a little bit. If it really breaks and breaks, I have to fix it with a tree stick and wooden board first, otherwise it will not be easy."

"Um……..".

"Then...will I untie your socks?"

"You... why do you ask everything? I don't say no, then... that's OK..."

I can't tell whether it's complaining, impatient, or something else. Anyway, the tone is soft and soft, making the man feel soft. Fortunately, Yang Ling has experienced many battles and has been tempted for a long time, but he has not collapsed there, but his hands are completely exhausted.

The snow-white silk stockings are poorly elastic, so as soon as they are untied, they are easily pulled off. A white and slender foot is presented in front of Yang Ling. Yongfu's beauty is so beautiful that his ankles are slender. When he holds the soft soles, he has a bruised and swollen ankles, which makes Yang Ling feel distressed.

He grabbed the soft and tender feet, fumbled and tested them gently, and asked about Yongfu's feelings. It was the first time that other men had held their feet in the palm of their father sixteen years ago.

Yang Ling's powerful hands, with the heat that penetrated into her heart and spleen, passed straight up from the soles of her feet along her slender calf and her strong thighs. She only made her waist sore and her legs sore, her heart beating, and she was numb and itchy all over her body. She asked her, and she didn't know.

"It should be fine, the bones are fine. After you go back, you will rub it with some medicinal wine and it will be fine. I will ask Wen Xin to go to the temple to treat you."

"Yeah." Yongfu responded obediently, plucked the courage to turn around, and her cheeks flushed.

This time, he saw his white foot pressing against Yang Ling's thigh. He was wearing a martial arts uniform, without a robe covering, and his toes were trembling and less than half a foot away from the vital points between his legs.

When the empress dowager had a flaw for her selection of husband, the elderly female official in the palace also showed her the imperial sequel picture collected in the palace, so as to avoid being ignorant at the wedding night and doing something that she lost her identity as a princess. So she was not ignorant about the man's body. When she saw it, she felt hot all over and felt her heart was numb and she couldn't suppress her shame.

Fortunately, Yang Ling quickly put socks on her and put on her boots. Princess Yongfu breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Ling gently supported her and stood up. Seeing that no one had come over, she asked, "If I support you... can I still walk?"

Yongfu nodded, but his toes slightly took them back with a "ah" sound, looking at him pitifully. When Yang Ling saw this, he whistled and called his own war horse in front of him. Then he leaned over and picked up the princess's light body by the waist and put it on the horse's back.

When he hugged, Princess Yongfu couldn't help but moan, blushed and dared not speak. It was not until she got on the horse's back that she glanced at Yang Ling with a strange look. Yang Ling smiled and said, "Your foot is injured, don't step into the kickstick. I'll lead the horse, let's walk back slowly."

Yongfu nodded, Yang Ling held the horse from front of him. When he turned around, he saw that Yongfu had held the saddle with both hands, he walked slowly back.

The blue sky, white clouds, light breeze, green grass, and a steed horse carries a budding flower.

The budding flower had a pair of talking eyes, staring at Yang Ling's back with affection: "If he was my husband, the two of them would not have to be separated. I could snuggle in his arms, accompany him, step on the flowers and plants, and wander around the mirror-like lake..."

Thinking of this, Yongfu was distracted: "This idiot is afraid that I will die of fear, so he won't let him know clearly that my intentions and the emperor's brother have already agreed. He will never dare to touch me. The emperor........ This matter must still be on the emperor's brother..."

When those eyes looked at Yang Ling in white clothes, they were already looking at an innocent pigeon that was about to be grabbed under the eagle's claws. The pigeon's shoulders were staring tightly. He was not an idiot, so how could he not know that the princess was interested in him yet?

Just now, when he looked back accidentally, he saw those pair of hot and beautiful eyes that could not be avoided, he realized something. But......... marrying a princess? How could this be possible?

The image of Emperor Zhengde flashed in front of Yang Ling's eyes. His handsome face was twisted and deformed, smoke was sprayed in his nostrils, and his saliva roared in his mouth, cursing to him: "I'm entrusting the country to you, not entrusting the girl to you, you are such a bold thief. Come on, drag him out to castrate me and send him to Nanjing to guard the imperial tomb!"

Yang Ling had a clever cold war and immediately began to seriously consider the implementation of Ma Lianer's opinions: find a romantic, elegant, knowledgeable and talented young man to impress the princess' heart and make her fall into the world. This not only causes her to get rid of her own heart, but also does not cause any trouble.

But there are often beautiful young people, and there are also talented people, but there are not often beautiful young people. Today, as I have seen, there are only a dead Zhu Rangjin and myself for a while, and the rest are not worth discussing. Thinking of this, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh!

Yongfu didn't know that the lover in his heart was thinking about how to sell her out quickly? Her beautiful eyes stared at Yang Ling's black hair, broad shoulders, and agile waist and legs. The more she looked, the more she felt her heroic and attractive.
To be continued...