Insufficient balance

  Blow out the candle? Not allowed!

  Get undressed in bed? No way!

  Han Youniang, under the obstruction of her "tyrannical" husband, closed her eyes and shed her small clothes, revealing a body as smooth as jade. Yang Ling couldn't help but be dazzled by the sight, the red bellyband and thin lotus-colored pants unable to conceal her icy skin and jade-like bones. The girl's body was half-revealed, half-concealed, bathed in a hazy glow that made one's eyes spin with dizziness.

  Seeing Yang Ling's infatuated gaze, Yu Niang blushed and let out a soft cry, hastily turning her body around, only showing him her delicate and tender back.

  Yang Ling leaned in close, gently pushing the young woman onto the bed, then suddenly reached out and yanked down her pants. The young woman let out a soft cry, her hands unable to grab hold of her pants as they were pulled down, her face burning with shame as she quickly covered it with her hands, her legs kicking wildly at the bedding, that one patch of snowy white, trembling slightly, entered Yang Ling's line of sight.

  Just like a juicy peach, from the waist down, the tempting curves stretch out to the left and right, pouring into a smooth and sensual flow. The undulating curves of the slender white framework make people's minds wander. The delicate skin is as thin as a peeled egg white, shining with crystal clarity, making one want to swallow it in one gulp.

  Yang Ling swallowed his saliva, and his fingers slid up along the plump, beautiful little leg of Young Niang. Young Niang's adorable little foot suddenly contracted, her ankles tightly clasped together, and her thighs were pressed together so tightly that not even a finger could be inserted between them.

  Feeling her tension, Yang Ling smiled lightly and gently removed his clothes, pressing against Nong Nang's smooth and tender body, sliding up gently. Nong Nang immediately felt that her husband's body was also naked, her face turned even redder, but she didn't dare to move her body again.

  Yang Ling gently inserted his hand under her ribs, through the belly band lightly stroking her small **, the small ** quickly stood up under his stroking. Slowly, with Yang Ling's gentle and skillful caress, You Nang's urgent breathing turned into a charming moan, her body emitting a slight tremble under his affection, her lower body had already begun to moisten.

  The young woman felt an unprecedented sensation in her body, which made her heart flutter with a mix of panic and indescribable pleasure. Her entire skin turned pink as she begged in a sweet, trembling voice: "Husband, please...please turn off the lamp."

  "No!" Yang Ling whispered softly on her back, infatuated: "I want to look at you, such beauty if it's silent in the darkness, heaven won't forgive me. I want to look at you, even after a hundred years, a thousand years, I will remember, beautiful Youniang, gave her love and body to me that night"

  Han Youniang covered her blushing face, being intoxicated by her husband's poetic and gentle praise. Yang Ling's fingertips lightly untied the knot of her bellyband, and with a light pull, Youniang's back straightened, forming a shallow and beautiful valley line along her spine. The buckle on her back opened, and as she was turned over, her face, which had been covered by her hands, was revealed to be bright red.

  Yang Ling propped himself up comfortably, his eyes flashing with loving desire, just as he was about to lean in and warm her cherry lips. But suddenly, Han Youniang let out a startled "Ah!" and quickly moved her hands away, opening her eyes wide with tension: "Husband, did you bring the Buddha statue?"

  As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Yang Ling's bare chest, on which a cross was gently swaying. The young woman was extremely embarrassed and quickly closed her eyes again. Her awkward movements and youthful body produced a strong attraction, causing Yang Ling's breathing to become urgent.

  He couldn't help but lower his head, kissing the young woman's tender chest, one hand gently stroking her slender waist and hips, making the young woman's flat abdomen tense up tightly, wherever his fingers passed, a layer of goosebumps rose on her skin.

  Yang Ling gazed deeply at her delicate eyebrows, gently parting her legs with his own, and pressed his chest against her petite body. The woman's intuition made Yu Nang suddenly still, a pair of dark eyes opened in terror, and her small hands grasped Yang Ling's arm tightly, muscles trembling as she waited for that tense moment.

  Yang Ling's eyes suddenly became bright and black, he gently called out the name of You Nang, gently lifted his body, and gently said: "You Nang, your husband is here."

  "No! Wait, Master!" Young Lady suddenly cried out. Yang Ling hastily reined in his horse and asked in surprise: "What's wrong, Young Lady? You...you don't want to...?"

  The young woman's face turned red as she said: "No, no, it's not that, husband. Get up, I...I forgot the handkerchief..."

  She said, blushing and turning her head away, stretching out one hand to reach for the quilt that was still folded on one side. When she came back at night, she found the red and white cloth that her mother had given her when she got married, and quietly stuffed it into the bottom of her own quilt. At a critical moment, she finally remembered, and didn't miss the opportunity.

  Yang Ling looked at her pulling out the white handkerchief, like waving a white flag, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. His beloved wife, he only wanted her to remember their first time together, the sweetness and joy of possessing each other, not wanting her to lie nervously on that small handkerchief, putting all her thoughts into waiting for him to test her chastity. He hoped his young wife could also enjoy herself, rather than just making sacrifices.

  The young girl was biting her lip, shyly thinking of putting the white handkerchief under her buttocks. Yang Ling suddenly grabbed the white handkerchief and threw it aside. The young girl's eyes widened in surprise, and she stuttered: "H-husband, w-what are you doing?"

  "We don't need that, it's too rigid, darling, we need to have some romance, understand?"

  "Go... go where?"

  Yang Ling inserted his hands into the crotch of the young woman, tightly grasping those two soft mounds like kneading dough. With a charming smile on the corner of his lips, he whispered in her ear: "Go here, husband doesn't want to fight fiercely. Tonight, husband wants to attack the city and plunder the village, let my little wife with superior martial arts raise her hands in surrender......"

  Total devotion and fusion, in the midst of joy and exhilaration, brings infinite fulfillment and satisfaction to one's soul. The young woman who had just been drenched by the rain "surrendered" three times, before Yang Ling finally held her in his arms as she fell into a deep sleep, surrounded by an intoxicating and euphoric sensation that was like ascending to heaven on wings.

  He slept very soundly, and before he knew it, Yang Ling suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes to see Yu Niang wearing a small dress and cloak, sitting beside him and gently pushing him: "Master, it's time to get up, Master, today is the day of the imperial court."

  Yang Ling lazily looked out the window, and the paper on the window was still pitch black. He turned his head back, under the shining light, the young woman's face, which had just been washed by the rain, was flushed, her hair disheveled, and that kind of beauty of a young married woman took one's breath away.

  Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, lightly kissing her lips, smiling: "It's still dark outside, why wake me up so early? Are you trying to get me to talk with you? I was too tired last night, and ended up... falling asleep while cuddling with you."

  The young woman was held in his arms, her heart racing with excitement. When he mentioned that sweet and embarrassing thing again, her face turned even redder, and for a moment, she felt weak all over. She gently pushed Yang Ling away, but found that now being hugged by her husband, even her hands were too soft to exert any strength. She couldn't help but say with a mix of shyness and urgency: "Husband, you need to get up quickly, it's not early anymore, it's almost the third watch, I've already prepared breakfast for you, and you have an audience with the Emperor today."

  "Ah?" Yang Ling was startled, he didn't have a deep impression of the time at all, and for a moment, he couldn't think that it was already past 4 o'clock in the early morning.

  Yang Ling also became anxious, hastily turning over and sitting up. As soon as Yang Ling sat up, he suddenly discovered that there was a patch on the quilt cover, which was still the one they had brought from Yangjiaping, and they hadn't had time to buy a new one yet. Although there were several patches on it, Yang Ling remembered that this position wasn't damaged. He couldn't help but ask: "Young wife, when did this get damaged? Don't keep patching it up, it's not good. Let's buy some fabric and cotton tomorrow and make a new quilt."

  The little girl's eyelashes drooped, her face was like a red cloth, and she hesitantly took out a neatly folded thing from behind her back, blushing and saying: "It's all because of you...... This is... a big deal for a daughter, and I couldn't stay there, I'm so ashamed to death".

  Yang Ling took a look and felt that the fabric looked like it had just been cut from a quilt cover, and although the surface was folded, some red color still faintly showed through.

  "Huh? ......Hmm? Oh......"

  The sun was already high in the sky, and Yang Ling stood outside the Zhonghe Temple, his stomach growling with hunger. The Emperor's pretensions were really something else. He didn't want to meet so early, so why did he have people get up at such an ungodly hour?

  Yang Ling went to the imperial court for the first time, and since he was not familiar with the capital city, he didn't even have time to eat, and hastily rushed to the Forbidden City. To say that the officials of this dynasty got up quite early, when Yang Ling arrived, many ministers were already waiting outside the Meridian Gate.

  Yang Ling was led by Liu Jin through a small gate into the imperial palace, still thinking he had special honors and treatment, but didn't know that he was being taken all the way to the Zhonghe Hall, where he was then informed that the Emperor had already gone for his morning court session and would only receive him upon his return.

  Yang Ling waited from the sky's faint light to the sunrise, and then from the sunrise all the way until now. He listlessly looked at the shadow under his feet, then looked around again. Liu Jin led him to this place but didn't know where he slipped off to. Yang Ling was waiting here, the guards in front of the palace didn't even glance at him sideways. Yang Ling also didn't dare to take the initiative to chat, instead it was the occasional passing-by palace maid who seemed very interested in him, always sizing him up from head to toe.

  Yang Ling also sneaked a peek at the palace maidens, although it's said that there are no ugly women at eighteen, but these palace maidens were mostly just decent-looking and slender, not like those charming and delicate palace maidens you see on TV. After looking for a while, Yang Ling also started to ignore them.

  His intestines protested again, and Yang Ling suddenly saw a team of people turning around the front hall. In the front was a Han general holding a ceremonial instrument, and behind him, under a yellow canopy, there was a sedan chair carried by eight eunuchs walking towards this side, and Yang Ling's spirit suddenly lifted.

  Far and near, the palace maids, guards, and eunuchs who saw the yellow umbrella cover all knelt down on the ground. Yang Ling, who had just straightened his waist, also hastily followed suit and knelt down on the ground. The vast procession passed by his side, heading straight for the Zhonghe Hall, completely ignoring him.

  Yang Ling knelt on the ground, shaking his head secretly. The emperor was working in his own home, why bother with so many idle people? He didn't know that this ceremony was still small, if today was a grand court meeting, there would be two tigers and leopards, four elephants, five carriages in the ceremony, and the team would be even more magnificent. The emperor naturally had the demeanor of an emperor, and the demeanor relied on dressing up.

  A mosquito flew hastily from under his knee, Yang Ling snapped his fingers and flicked it to one side. The ant rolled over on the ground a few times, curled up its body pretending to be dead, after a while without discovering any danger, it crawled up and scurried away hastily.

  Yang Ling's lips couldn't help but curve into a smile: In the emperor's eyes, he was probably just like an ant too. He slightly raised his head, and the procession continued to move forward, with those holding flags, parasols, and golden melons following one after another, under the fluttering banners, a corner of the azure sky appeared at the horizon.

  Yang Ling gazed at it with a carefree and yearning heart. Today, being able to come to the center of power in this world, I am no longer just a small ant. If given time and opportunity, under this vast sky of history, will I be a flag fluttering by or an unyielding tower?

  The halberds stood still on both sides of the palace gate, and it was estimated that the emperor must be hungry too. He had to drink some tea and eat some snacks. After a long time, a eunuch walked out of the Zhonghe Temple gate, dusting off his clothes with a flourish, and shouted in a shrill voice: "Summon Yang Ling, the imperial reader, to enter!"

  Liu Jin left after teaching him the court etiquette. Yang Ling heard this and hastily stepped forward, saying in a loud voice: "Your subject Yang Ling pays his respects."

  The little eunuch smiled slightly and said, "Yang Shidu, please follow me," and turned to enter first. Yang Ling lowered his head and hastily followed him in.

  This Yang Ling had also been to the Forbidden City in his previous life, but now the layout and furnishings inside were obviously different. Yang Ling didn't dare look around randomly, only following the small eunuch's footsteps as he walked deeper. When they reached the end of the crimson carpet, the small eunuch suddenly flashed to the side and loudly announced: "Servant Yang Ling has arrived to pay respects to Your Majesty".

  Yang Ling knew that the one sitting above must be today's Emperor Hongzhi, so he knelt down on the ground, with both palms facing upwards and stuck to the carpet, his forehead knocked against his fingertips, and then loudly said: "Your humble servant Yang Ling pays homage to Your Majesty".

  "A gentle and elegant voice said: 'You're excused, get up'."

  "Thank you, Your Majesty!", Yang Ling stood up and respectfully retreated to one side, his eyes cast downward. Although he wanted to take a look at the appearance of Emperor Hongzhi, his eyes did not dare to glance around randomly. His gaze only slightly moved, and he saw that in front of him there was a pair of official boots, as if another official was present.

  Only to hear that elegant and refined voice say: "Liu Qing, let it be so. You draft the edict to inform the King of Joseon, saying that the Crown Prince is still young and doesn't need to present any women, but I still appreciate his kind intentions. Although these women are ugly, short, and fat, I have all granted them official titles."

  Yang Ling's mouth twitched, almost unable to hold back a laugh. He estimated that this Liu official would not have written the original words so bluntly in his draft, but being able to personally hear the emperor issue such an amusing edict was extremely rare.

  Only then did Director Liu hehe laugh and say: "I suppose the King of Joseon also knew that the Crown Prince was young, so even if they presented beautiful women, it would be hard to gain his favor. Therefore, they picked some women who wouldn't be missed if sent out and had them come to Your Majesty."

  The Hongzhi Emperor laughed loudly and said, "You have a sharp tongue! He's being petty, but I won't be petty. The return gift must not lose the dignity of our imperial court. Go ahead, go ahead, draft the edict yourself."

  "Yes, I obey," said Mr. Liu, bowing and backing out of the room.

  Yang Ling had also heard that the Hongzhi Emperor only favored Empress Zhang, and did not have any concubines. Now that the Crown Prince was still young, it was uncertain whether the King of Korea really had this intention.

  This Lord Liu dared to speak and laugh in front of the Emperor, he must be a favored official by the side of the Hongzhi Emperor. But which one was he? He had the power to draft imperial edicts...... Yang Ling thought about this and suddenly remembered that people at the time commented on the three Grand Scholars in the court, saying "Li Gong Mou, Liu Gong Duan, Xie Gong You Kan Kan". Could it be that this Lord Liu was actually Grand Scholar Liu Jian?

  At this time, only the Hongzhi Emperor said: "Are you Yang Ling? Hmm, your age is not much older than the Crown Prince's, very good, very good... Eh? You are..., Yang Qing, lift up your head."