Yang Ling stood in the yard with green salt and brushed her teeth with the pulp. He sniffed, and there was still a smell of wine in his mouth and a little drunk. Tonight, the young lady didn't let him drink medicinal wine, but just bought a homemade sorghum roast from the small wine shop in the county, so he drank a few more glasses.

In the evening, the young lady dipped wild vegetables and stewed a chicken. She asked Lian'er to come and have a meal together. She took her back to the room before dark. She hasn't come back yet, so she doesn't know what the two of them are talking about, so Yang Ling is too lazy to pay attention to it.

When the cessation is constantly caused by chaos, you cannot tell anyone the real situation. You can't tell Ma Lian'er a lie that will die within two years. If Han Youniang knows, she will die.

Yang Ling was thinking, Han Youniang walked into the yard gate. Yang Ling held salt foam in her mouth and nodded to her: "Have you sent it back to someone?"

"Yeah!" Han Youniang agreed, walked to Yang Ling, and walked around to the house. Yang Ling rinsed her mouth and saw that she was standing beside her. Her face that could not be concealed clearly stated something was said. She couldn't help but smiled docilely, pinched her nose, and said, "What are you doing when you stand here? Go back to the house."

Yang Ling put the door in and sat in the main hall. He reached out to touch the teapot. The careful young lady had built a pot of tea for him at some time. Now it was warm and drinkable. The chair was against the wall of the station. The wall was warm and the room was warm.

In a blink of an eye, Han Youniang's slender fingers crossed and kinked in panic, and turned around aimlessly twice in the room, peeking at him as if he wanted to speak but stopped. When Yang Ling saw it, he thought, "Young Mom has never shown such a difficult expression. Why is it so difficult to speak? Ah, by the way, I heard from my father-in-law that he was raising money to tell Han Wei a wife. Could it be that he wants to borrow money?"

When dozens of people from the Yang family wanted to eat and drink here, she was not stingy to buy food and clothing for them. She was worried that she would blame her for not taking good care of the Yang family, which made it difficult for her to borrow money from her parents.

Yang Ling couldn't bear to make things difficult for her anymore and took the initiative to say, "Young Mother, do you have something to say?"

"Ah?" Han Youniang shook her body and shook her head in panic: "Yes, oh, no, um, the tea is cold, right? I'll boil some water."

Yang Ling burst out laughing and said, "You, is it because your elder brother is short of money for getting married? I heard that he and the girl Zhang who fled to the city were very good. Is it because Zhang Jian's marriage is short of money? Don't ask me about this kind of thing, you can just take the money for us."

"It's not there!" Han You's wife pouted and sat on the chair next to her, and gave him a pretty look: "It's not for her parents' business. My father said that if my brother wants to marry a wife, he will rely on his own money to marry him. My husband has taken an errand for his father and two brothers, and they are already very grateful."

"Look at what you said," Yang Ling smiled loudly: "I should be grateful to my father-in-law for giving me such a cute and gentle wife. I also have to be grateful to my elder brother and second brother for giving birth earlier than you, otherwise it would be our turn to be so compatible? Is it my young wife?"

When Yang Ling saw her cute appearance, she couldn't help but the evil fire rose. She forgot what she wanted to ask. He happily leaned over and hugged the young lady's shoulder, and kissed her on the cheek.

Han Youniang shyly broke away her shoulders, pulled Chang Yiner and said angrily: "My husband, it smells so good that the wine smells."

"Okay, I think my husband smells alcohol. I want to implement the family law and ask you to stand in the yard with bare butt." Yang Ling pretended to be crazy by drinking wine. I wonder if it was teased by Youniang, but I felt that it was burning with desire. I couldn't help but use magic hands on Youniang's soft breasts and buttocks.

Han Youniang was so embarrassed that her body was soft. She twisted her body to avoid his attack and gasped and said quietly: "Go to you, how could anyone punish her wife like this?"

She beat Yang Ling gently in embarrassment, and suddenly her eyes flashed, and she fantasized that if her husband really punished her like this, she was so embarrassed that her face turned red by her bold thoughts. She covered her face and stamped her feet and twisted her shoulders: "My husband is talking nonsense, so shameful."

Yang Ling's bones were lightened by the delicacy of his daughter. He really wanted to put the young lady on the spot immediately. He took a breath, picked up the young lady's light body and put it on his knees, kissed her gently on her cheek, and took the initiative to turn back to the topic: "Okay, my husband will stop making trouble. Tell me, what do you want to say to my husband?"

Han Youniang smiled and glanced at him, and said playfully: "My husband wants to implement family law. When they are afraid, they forget it."

Yang Ling saw her smiling red and dizzy cheeks, her handsome eyes were flowing, and her coquettish expression was quite charming. The desire that she had just suppressed became tumbling again, and her lower body was as hard as iron.

Han Youniang laughed and teased her husband, her delicate round buttocks moved slightly, and suddenly she touched a hard thing. She was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up from Yang Ling's arms like a rabbit hitting an arrow, covering her face with her hands, and stuttered: "My husband, you, me, young mother, you, you, I will no longer flirt with you."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly. He felt his nose was stuffy, as if he was about to bleed again. He quickly drank the cold tea, coughed twice, and said with a hypocritical look: "Little girl, why don't you tell me quickly, what do you want to tell me?"

Han Youniang opened her fingers and glanced at Yang Ling secretly. Then she slowly put down her hand and said shyly and timidly: "Mr., I know Sister Lian'er likes her very much. Young Mother thinks that if her husband agrees, I will talk to Sister Lian'er another day, so we will pick her up. Her husband has outstanding character and the best husband in the world. We are not considered as insulting others."

Yang Ling's face changed and she frowned and said, "Who did you hear? Did Mancang say it?"

Han Youniang said whisperingly: "My husband, Youniang has already heard that women's reputation is important. I heard that Brother Ma is going to leave with Nanjun, and it is not appropriate for Sister Lian'er to live here without any name. It is almost time for the 7th period to be over. If you don't let others pass the door now, you will have to wait three years. If you agree, let's give her a name first, even if it's not officially passed by later."

In ancient times, when parents passed away, they valued filial piety for their children. According to the system, they had to be filial for three years. However, there were several situations that could be adapted. The ancients were not so rigid. For example, Ma Ang's army and an important official of the court, the monarch came forward to persuade them to stay for national affairs, which was called "snatching love".

Among the people, there is also a situation where parents are allowed to marry within 70 to 49 days of their death. It is called "journey". As the saying goes, "A thousand coffins come out of the door, and the family is prosperous." It means that the departure of the deceased brings more life to the family, with many children and grandchildren, and the incense will last forever. That is not unfilial.

Yang Ling looked at the young lady for a while. There was a hint of grievance and jealousy in her clear eyes, but more of it was worried about Ma Lian'er and unconditional trust in him.

Yang Ling slowly shook his head and said, "If someone else talks randomly, don't interfere with it. I have checked it. Every April, the relevant frippers will go to the south by passing the chickens. At that time, I will arrange for them to take care of them and ask Miss Ma to carry the coffin south and return to her hometown."

Han Youniang blinked and said in confusion: "But you and her."

He gently pecked her cherry lips and blocked her words. Then Yang Ling slid into her ear and whispered: "There is not as complicated as you think between her and me. Be good. After a long time, no one will mention it anymore. Miss Lian'er will no longer think about these things, do you understand?"

"Oh!" Han Youniang shut up obediently. Although she didn't quite understand what her husband said, a hint of ease and joy appeared on her eyebrows. She wanted to be able to see Shu, so what else was unhappy?

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Yang Ling lay on the bed, his head resting on his hands, and closed his eyes slightly and thought: Young mother also knew about her and Ma Lian'er. It seems that there are quite a few people who know about this. However, when Ma Lian'er takes the coffin and returns to Jinling, everything will naturally disappear. From then on, the world will be separated. No matter how infatuated the girl is, there has been no substantial development between the two. Will she still remember herself?

I believe that after a year or two, she will let go of this relationship and start living again. Yang Ling believes this. He has not been narcissistic enough to think that a woman will resolutely think that if she likes him, she will never forget it for her life. He is just an ordinary man, without that charm.

The cheeks were itchy. Yang Ling opened her eyes and saw the young lady sitting beside her and looking at herself gently. Her long hair was a little wet, and it was cold on her face. The little girl had just taken a shower and cleaned herself.

The pure and delicate face in her hair, with the rosy eyelashes and wet eyes, which were indescribable. Yang Ling's worries and thoughts were instantly wiped out. He sighed and began to think about how to break the deadlock. Such a lively and fragrant little girl was placed in front of her, and she couldn't bear it, but she was going to get sick.

Han Youniang didn't know what was wrong, her face was full of joy, indescribable charm, and seemed to have a pleasing smile. Yang Ling blinked, suspected that it was her own illusion.

She was wearing a short dress, lay on the kang, snuggled to Yang Ling, pulled her hair to the front and combed it, and began to chat with him with a smile: "My husband, today, Sister Lian'er and I went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables. People saw an old locust tree that had been hundreds of years old and caught fire by spring thunder two days ago."

Her body was petite and charming, and her chest was inadvertently turning to Yang Ling's elbows. Smelling the fresh scent of her body, Yang Ling's lower body, which had just cooled down, began to irresistibly transform and expand again.

Han Youniang's delicate body approached him a little more, and her face pressed against his chest and told the story with great enthusiasm: "I heard from the uncle living in the mountains that it was because the old locust tree was about to become a spirit, and Thunder God was angry. Before, people were really half-believing, but my husband was also a person who had seen the gods, so I dare not disbelief and pulled Sister Lian'er around. My husband, if the old tree could not be killed, could he really become a fairy?"
Chapter completed!