Insufficient balance

  Yang Ling heard her voice and felt a little awkward, carefully looked at her, saw that her hair had just been washed, long black hair neatly draped over her shoulders, shiny and bright, revealing a fresh and gentle temperament, under the beautiful eyebrows, a pair of eyes that couldn't tell lies sparkled, as if hiding something.

  Yang Ling thought to himself, "Could it be that there's some kind of family secret or rule that can't be taught to outsiders?" Although he knew that Nian Niang's heart was already set on him, if her family really did have some rules then it couldn't be helped. However, deep down he still felt a bit disappointed and forced a laugh, saying "Oh, this is the Han family's secret technique, not allowed for outsiders to learn, huh? Haha, I guess I was too rash."

  In this era, when a woman marries, her husband's family is considered her own home, while her natal family is considered outsiders. If she leans towards her natal family, it would be enough to invoke the seven outs. For Han Youniang, these words were extremely severe accusations.

  "She nervously said, 'No, no, what is there for me to hide from you, sir? If you really want to learn, how could I not teach you? This staff technique was learned by my father from the Shaolin Temple in Henan and is called...called Fēngmó Gùn Fa (Mad Demon Staff Technique)'"

  At that time, the restrictions on becoming a monk were very strict. People under 60 years old who wanted to become monks needed to provide certificates from their parents and local officials, then go to the capital to take an examination. Only those who could recite scriptures accurately would be given a certificate of ordination. The major temples saw that they had no successors, so they had to widely accept secular disciples. Therefore, in Henan and Hebei provinces, there were many Shaolin secular disciples. Young Nang's father was also poor when he was young, so he ran to the Shaolin Temple to beg for food, which is how he learned martial arts.

  Yang Ling heard the name "Mad Devil Stick Method" and thought of Nian Nian's shy expression, suddenly enlightened. Looking at Nian Nian's bashful face and petite figure, he found it more amusing, couldn't help but chuckle.

  Han Youniang was so embarrassed by his laughter that she looked at him in distress, seeing that he laughed even more interestingly, her face turned red. She said with a smile: "Youniang didn't want to say it originally, but husband forced me to say it...... and then laughed at me after listening."

  As she spoke, her small mouth flattened, Yang Ling laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. Seeing her look of grievance, he naturally wrapped his arms around Han Youniang and said with a smile: "Hehehe, I didn't think it was funny at first, but you're too sensitive. When I thought of you, such a delicate woman, using the crazy devil stick method, I really couldn't help but laugh."

  Yang Ling said with a straight face, but Han Youniang's expression was stern and she didn't say a word. However, the smile in her eyes grew stronger, and finally, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She slapped Yang Ling's leg with a loud "pa" sound and scolded: "You're so naughty, sir! You deliberately teased me!"

  Yang Ling was slapped by her, and he gritted his teeth in pain. He took a deep breath and said: "Ah, easy does it, the saddle is too hard, Master's legs are almost worn out from riding horses."

  Han Youniang panicked, and hurriedly used her small hands to gently stroke him. She looked like she was about to blow on it too. She lightly stroked his thigh, not blinking as she asked: "Does it still hurt? After dinner, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some golden wound medicine."

  "Ah... cough", Yang Ling cleared his throat, his voice slightly hoarse: "No need, I just lack exercise, okay... hmm, no need to rub anymore".

  This little girl sometimes understands things, but at other times she is ignorant. In a place so close to the danger zone, her pair of delicate small hands rubbed and rubbed, simply stirring up his lustful fire, where it was like a dry lifeboat falling into the sea, suddenly swelling up magically, pointing straight to the sky.

  Yang Ling hastily bowed his head, thanking God! No, thank the tailor, what a spacious crotch, enough to cover up his embarrassing appearance. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but immediately he realized that Han Youniang's pretty face was so close to his lips, her tender and flawless skin, with a few strands of hair touching his cheek, making him feel itchy and want to sneeze.

  Han Youniang's face had a faint scent of femininity, enticing Yang Ling to move. The hand she placed on her leg now felt like a hot iron, and Yang Ling finally couldn't help but hold Han Youniang in his arms, kissing her cheek.

  The young girl's body trembled, and she froze. Her smooth face had a quivering elasticity like frozen elephant skin, and Yang Ling couldn't help but lean in and kiss her deeply again. The young girl's face suddenly became fiery hot, and she didn't dare move her body, but her eyes became watery, filled with surprise, shyness, unending joy, and tender affection.

  Her red lips were as luscious as a ripe peach, and Yang Ling suppressed the strong desire to kiss her, his voice hoarse as he said: "I... am hungry, let's go have some dumplings."

  "Hmm...", Han Youniang responded with a nasal sound, her body remained still, those watery eyes deeply gazing at Yang Ling, shining with an indescribable charm.

  "In the evening, I don't comb my hair, my silk-like hair falls on both shoulders, and I gently lean against my husband's knees. Where can't I be pitied?"

  Han Youniang revealed a pitiful and touching expression, as if inviting others to take advantage of her. In Yang Ling's eyes, this flower-like girl had already shown an expression of willing to be bullied.

  If Han Youniang is a tender grass, then Yang Ling's head has already started to sprout two thick bull horns, he wants to swallow Han Youniang whole and then ruminate her fragrance slowly.

  Yang Ling's nose sniffed the fragrance of Chu Zi Xiang on Yu Nang's body, and he could no longer grasp his self-control. His large hands suddenly grasped her occipital bone, tightly holding onto her sweetness.

  Two pairs of lips intertwined, Han Youniang gasped softly, and without any experience, she opened up her delicate territory to his invasion, completely unlike the fierce bravery and dominance of a bloody battle. Yang Ling savored her refreshing taste, his fingers unconsciously unbuttoning her collar, exploring the soft and fragrant skin that filled his palm.

  "Mmm...", Han Youniang let out a soft moan, her consciousness dazed as she allowed him to ravage her, her body limp and weak in his arms. The pure and beautiful scent of her body made Yang Ling's fatigue disappear in an instant. For a long time, he didn't move his lips away from the red and swollen lips of Youniang.

  Han Youniang was increasingly feminine, her eyes rippling with waves of light, her red lips kissed by him were wet and soggy, showing an indescribable coquettish appearance.

  "Plop~~", their lips touched, this time it was just a light kiss. Then he smiled softly and said: "Wife, can you cook for me now?"

  Han Youniang stared at him dazedly, her eyes shining brightly. After hearing his words, she suddenly woke up from a dream and let out an "ah" sound, blushing as she pulled her collar tight, hastily jumping down to the ground, floating away like she was walking in space. The sound of pots and pans clanging could be heard outside, clearly showing that she was still flustered and hadn't calmed down yet.

  Yang Ling smiled quietly, lightly twirling her fingers, the tip of which still lingered with the soft and warm aftertaste of her pigeon-like breasts. His heart began to waver, for the first time resenting the lie about his crippled foot.

  If it weren't for that lie, wouldn't he be able to enjoy her tender body now? These days, Yang Ling has gained some understanding of her temperament and knows that even if she is still a virgin, this life will only be his woman, she will never remarry. A person's beliefs since childhood, can he change it?

  Whenever he thought of the two-year term, and the predictable separation that could happen at any time, he didn't have the courage to possess her, unable to give or promise. How could he enjoy his husband's rights with a clear conscience? But no matter how poor and difficult this era was, he couldn't bear to leave, because here was the wife he cherished and longed for.

  Yang Ling thought silently, his heart began to ache like a needle prick.

  "There is beauty in attire, called Hua; there is greatness in ritual, called Xia." The "Hua" in the ancient name of this nation comes from its beautiful attire. In the history of China, Hanfu in the Ming Dynasty had the most styles and was also the most beautiful. With a pair of skilled hands, simple festival clothes were cut and sewn by young girls into slender and elegant garments, very pretty.

  Yang Ling changed into a round-necked, blue-collared, large-sleeved long gown, and wore a square scarf. He had a slender figure and eyes like a beautiful star. His elegant demeanor made Young Niang extremely delighted.

  The young girl wore a cotton-padded skirt, with a blue plaid skirt outside, and a light pink jacket on top. Her slender waist was tied with a belt, her skirt fluttered as she moved, and her shiny long hair was divided into two braids that fell to her hips, making her look neat and delicate.

  Under her skirt, a pair of embroidered shoes with upturned toes were half-hidden. She brought over the steaming dumplings. The small square table was placed on the kang, and Yang Ling sat beside it, his knees bent and back straight, sitting upright with an air of not daring to glance sideways.

  It's only a man with no prospects who touches the stove, that's what Han Youniang just said, it sounds like "a gentleman keeps a distance from the kitchen" doesn't it? Yang Xiuzai obediently sat down, randomly guessing. At the same time, his gaze was not honest and secretly admired the beauty of his busy little wife, of course, he didn't forget her slender and beautiful feet under her skirt.

  Han Youniang's feet were very beautiful, Yang Ling had seen her grandmother's feet when she was a child and was frightened by the so-called three-inch golden lotus, the sole of which was twisted and deformed, revealing a miserable ugliness. Han Youniang had natural feet, in Yang Ling's opinion probably because her family was poor, girls also had to work on the land, and fortunately preserved this beauty.

  At that time, foot binding had not yet become fashionable, and there were not many women who bound their feet. It wasn't until the late Ming dynasty that it was promoted, and by the Qing dynasty this abnormal behavior became popular. Otherwise, with her ambition to be a virtuous and moral good wife, she would not have had the idea of binding her feet. If so, Yang Ling would not have seen her heroic and valiant appearance on the city wall today, where she killed the Tartar bandits.

  Bok choy and pork dumplings were served on the table, along with a plate of braised beef in soy sauce, a plate of water caltrop and lotus root slices, and a small jug of kaoliang liquor.

  This is the warmest festival for a young couple on a cold winter night after a life-and-death test. The sweet eating and bright eyes of the young wife formed the most romantic scenery in Yang Ling's eyes.