Yang Ling looked up and saw Zhengde blinking at him naughtyly, and quickly coughed a few times to cover his smile. He was afraid that someone would see the flaws after staying for a long time, so he pretended to be weak and said, "Yes, I am following the order, I am going to leave first."

Yang Ling was blocked outside the city. The local events in the capital naturally had nothing to do with him. Since he went home to recuperate, he looked dying, and probably could not get up without a month or two. It was difficult for him to have a power competition to change personnel and compete for power.

There was no political attack for no reason. Seeing the two Han generals carrying Yang Ling out of the hall, the ministers' attention was completely focused on the power gap left by the New Nei Court, who held the power of "criticizing the red", and the two Grand Secretarys, asking for help. Yang Ling, the initiator, successfully withdrew from the center of the storm and hid behind the scenes.

When the car arrived in front of the Weiwu Bo Mansion, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel excited. He wanted to jump up and rush into the room several times. There was his home and his favorite woman. Especially the young lady, when she opened her eyes, she was the first person she saw, a little girl who was willing to rely on him, regardless of wealth, poverty, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Maybe it was because she was timid in the hometown. Yang Ling's heart was beating. Her chest was a little hot, and she just wanted to see the pretty girl who was stronger than herself and regarded herself as her god.

It was not until Cheng Qiyun and Gao Wenxin got out of the car and stood beneath the stone steps and looked back at him. Yang Ling woke up from his infatuation and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, carry me out of the car!"

Although everyone around you is full of people, they are all over the place. If someone gets off the car and is exposed, it will always be a problem. This drama has to be put into the house.

Cheng Qiyun came to the capital alone. Two close maids who were like sisters also did not know how to ride horses and did not know martial arts, so she stayed in Jinling.

Although she is the second-tier head of the inner factory, there are many inconveniences to let a woman live in the military camp alone. Moreover, since she has returned to Beijing safely, she still has to plan major events with her. So Yang Ling placed her at home and planned to send someone to escort her back to Jinling three days later to persuade all officials to agree to lift the maritime ban.

The door was opened, and the old butler first saw the old owner Miss Gao at first glance, and then he looked happy. When he saw Yang Ling lying on the wooden couch, he couldn't help but snatch it in surprise and said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

When Yang Ling saw some villagers and children standing curiously in the distance watching, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's talk about it later."

These days, the Dongchang surveillance of this area was very strict. The Neichang sent a large number of people to protect it secretly and told the people in the mansion not to go out easily, for fear that the three wives would be worried, and they tightly blocked the news about Yangling. Therefore, the people in the Weiwu Bo Mansion only knew that the Neichang and the Dongchang were in trouble. The emperor was still inspecting Jiangnan. The Beijing was in a state of uproar and they knew nothing.

Yang Ling asked two trusted guards to carry him over the central hall and into the moon gate of the female family's residence in the backyard before turning over. While untiing the messy bandages on his body, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, old butler, the locals in the mansion will give him instructions and keep the words tighter. If anyone asks, he will say, "Master, I am seriously injured, don't talk about anything else."

The old housekeeper is a mature man. Although he doesn't know what he is doing, he also knows that the master must have the intention of making such arrangements. He has broken the time when he returned home and became the housekeeper of the mighty mansion. His power and status are very different from those in the past. Therefore, he cherishes his current life.

These days, he knew that someone was in a difficult situation with the Yang family, and he was also worried. Now that he saw the master coming home safely, he was just happy. He hurriedly responded and ran down to instruct the kitchen to prepare more sumptuous dishes today.

Yang Ling untied the white cloth wrapped in wounds, Gao Wenxin had already untied the bag she carried with her, took out a blue shirt, and stood in the moon gate and put it on, and then took the two of them to the inner courtyard.

As soon as the corridor turned, a maid holding a basin of water came over. When she saw Yang Ling coming towards her, she opened her mouth wide in surprise. Then she threw the copper basin with a clang, turned around and ran away. A string of screams of "Master is back home" spread throughout the backyard in an instant.

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, looking at the maid's appearance in surprise. She couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly, but the servants in her house could feel like they had relatives, which was really heartwarming.

Cheng Qiyun followed behind, looking at the scene in surprise, and Daimei frowned slightly: Why are the servants in the Yang family so unruly? The ordinary wealthy families in Jiangnan also talked about etiquette and law the most. Who dares to be so arrogant? I really should punish them well.

Yang Ling grabbed the copper basin and then took a few steps under the corridor rack full of purple and red grapes. A beautiful figure in the green shirt flew over: "Honey, my husband..."

Yang Ling felt a sense of joy in his heart. Although he was nearly two months away from Beijing, the sound was still so familiar. "Husband" was the exclusive name of the young lady to herself. Only she called herself that.

Yang Ling opened his arms, and the copper basin fell to the ground with a clang again. He rolled to the side. A soft body and a faint fragrance pounced into his arms.

Cheng Qiyun was stunned again: She is a dignified third-rank madam, with her manners, gaits, words, deeds and etiquette. Why is this like this...? It really deserves... it's really... it's so moving, and she suddenly became a little envious.

A face that is happy and angered, a little mouth full of upturns, a pair of black and charming eyebrows, a pair of eyes that are as moving as stars are full of tears, and the handsome face is full of endless joy and satisfaction,

Yang Ling looked at her pretty face greedily and gently stroked her smooth cheeks: "Young mother...my wife..."

Another murmur like a swallow: "My husband..." Before the voice was over, Yang Ling had already tightened her waist and kissed her lips deeply. The "Yiya" gasps were so sweet and gentle, without any pretentiousness.

"Master!" As she cried, two beauties who looked like fairies in the clouds ran lightly with their white skirts. Seeing the two kisses, they stopped running and walked up gently, gently wiped the tears of joy on their cheeks. Behind were a group of joyful maids...

"Oh my God, he is a dignified count, and he is a powerful governor of the factory in the country. Even if he loves his wife, he should not be under the brink of the court..." Cheng Qiyun looked at Gao Wenxin, and Gao Wenxin was also laughing, smiling softly, with something bright in her eyes.
Chapter completed!