"Oh," Yang Ling couldn't help laughing. Why did he forget that Emperor Zhengde had given this unlucky name? He deliberately raised his face and glared at Han Youniang and said, "Cute? Cute seems that someone still has the heart to abandon him and wants to follow me in the nine springs. Fortunately, I had expected that someone would be disobedient, so I ran to the capital without stopping."

Han Youniang lowered her head and said as thin as a mosquito and flies: "My husband, I know I'm wrong."

"Pan!" Xiang's buttocks were slapped: "It's not okay to know that you are wrong. If you don't slap your little butt, you'll be as red as a monkey's butt. My husband can't breathe."

"Oh my God, I'm going to die. In front of the whole family, I will have no shame to see people in the future." Han Youniang's face was as red as a cloth, and her ears were hot. She moaned, grabbed Yang Ling's clothes with her little hands, buried her head in Yang Ling's arms, and never dared to show her to see people again.

Yang Ling escaped from death this time, and knew that if, as Zhang Tianshi said, his great disaster had passed, he could stay with his relatives for peace of mind forever in the future. The changes in his mood were so complicated that he could not even explain it clearly. He met again after his family members after death. The feeling of intimacy made him not restrain himself. He suddenly turned his head and saw that his brother-in-law was also present, so he blushed.

He saw Tang Yixian wearing the top scholar robe, and just talked about parting with them, constantly answering them, "I'm not dead, I'm still alive," and forgot to ask this. At this moment, he couldn't help but say strangely: "What are you doing in the top scholar robe?"

Tang Yixian covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Xiao Dengke is also the top scorer, but now the real master is back, and it seems that I can't be needed anymore."

Yang Ling's eyes turned and looked at Gao Wenxin. Gao Wenxin suddenly became cramped, his face was flushed and covered in tide. He didn't know where to put his hands. He twisted the corners of his clothes and touched the edge of the chair. His eyes didn't dare to look at him at all.

Yang Ling suddenly realized in her heart, staring at her for a while, and she was moved: Gao Wenxin, a good girl, whether she was born or died, she fulfilled her love words to herself. Now that the only heart disease in her heart has gone, she must compensate for the deep affection that she owes her in the future.

The wet light in his eyes dissipated for a long time, and then he smiled softly and called out: "Wenxin".

"Ah?" Gao Wenxin heard his call, subconsciously raised her head, glanced at him, and then hurriedly moved her eyes away.

"It seems... the bet we made at the beginning was different from what you did today, right?"

Gao Wenxin's face suddenly turned red like a pomegranate. She lowered her head and whispered for a long time. She suddenly raised her head, looked directly at him, and said bravely: "You are back, aren't you? So... I did nothing wrong!"

Tang Yixian's eyes dripped around. Not only Xuelimei, but Yutangchun, but Han Youniang in her arms, also raised her ears. They smelled the smell of "conspiracy".

No matter what kind of woman it is, curiosity is always their unchanging personality. When Nuwa created humans, she made a mark of "gossip" on them.
Chapter completed!