Insufficient balance

  Yang Ling's desire was burning, and his quilt unknowingly rose up a bit. However, he knew that Han Youniang had not experienced such things before, and she seemed to understand but not really understand. Moreover, she usually stuck close to Yang Ling, so she didn't know that Yang Ling had been drinking aphrodisiac wine every day, which made him a bit lecherous.

  Yang Ling still wanted to suppress his desire for You Niang, he bitterly smiled and said: "Maybe, perhaps it will become a spirit", greedily touching You Niang's smooth face, he deliberately let out a yawn and said: "Just took a bath, quickly cover up with the quilt and sleep, don't catch a cold".

  "It's not, it's too hot now", people will adapt to the environment, Yang Ling's indulgence and pampering have brought out Han Youniang's nature, no longer because her husband is a scholar, but always being restrained. She was like a spoiled child, lying there, with two small feet dangling in the air shaking for a few times: "The post house still has a heated kang, getting up early to drink a lot of water, feeling thirsty, I'll change into thin quilt later, husband, will you change or not?"

  Yang Ling raised his body, propped up the pillow and said: "No way, do you understand spring warmth and autumn coolness? Changing too early will catch a cold, don't change it yet, wait another two days."

  Han Youniang pouted and said, "It's so hot, Master hasn't changed yet. At night, you often kick off the quilt, I've covered it for you many times."

  She combed her hair and tied it up neatly, revealing a beautiful neck. Yang Ling saw a glimpse of smooth skin on her chest through the open collar of her clothes, and the small bud flashed by, already taking shape.

  Yang Ling's eyes lingered, reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, following her spine down, a pair of clean and white small feet daintily swaying in the air, moving her skirt, occasionally revealing her plump and round buttocks curve.

  She was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her face still had some of the greenness of an unripe apple, but that plump buttocks already had a sign of feminine beauty. According to the old people's saying, such an ass is easy to give birth and raise, Yang Ling thought "not with good intentions", he often didn't have good intentions recently.

  The young girl's upper body was slender, her waist extremely thin, but her buttocks and thighs were already as beautiful as those of a mature woman. According to Yang Ling's understanding, her lower body had developed early, indicating that she would not grow taller in the future and would maintain this petite and delicate figure.

  Han Youniang saw her husband's fiery gaze, and shyly put down her small foot, her little face even redder. She still didn't know how to pose in a seductive posture to tease men, but this kind of innocent action and demeanor was even more moving.

  Yang Ling couldn't bear it anymore, he breathed hastily and lifted the quilt, pulled at Nong Yao's shoulder, amidst her soft cries, Nong Yao lightly flipped over and fell into his arms. With a happy face, she nestled in front of his chest, enjoying her husband's gentle caress.

  Two people chatted idly on the kang, Yang Ling occasionally indulged in his desires, and Young Niang gradually got used to his caresses. Tonight, her husband refused his proposal to take a concubine, Han You Niang felt grateful and was even more affectionate and gentle, not daring to show any disobedience.

  Yang Ling wrapped his arms around her slender waist, stroking her soft and delicate breasts as well as her full and firm, extremely elastic buttocks. The smooth curves seemed to slightly alleviate his desire.

  The young woman closed her eyes, indulging in her husband's arms. Her nostrils fluttered gently as Yang Ling suddenly inserted his hand into her underpants. The smooth, taut buttocks were firmly grasped by him, and the delicate, smooth skin felt like a flowing spring water. The subtly jumping muscles emitted infinite youthful vitality.

  Han Youniang felt that her husband's movements were somewhat unusual today, and she shyly lowered her eyelashes and said: "Husband, you can't...can't..."

  Sperm going to the brain can make men say things they normally can't say and do things they normally can't do at this time, and fully mobilize men's brain cells to burst out of wit. Humans progress because of the pursuit of desire, right? Yang Ling had an epiphany at this moment and thought of a way to solve the difficult problem he had set for himself.

  He quietly tightened his arms around You Dou, and said softly: "You Dou, that day I was drunk and sleepy, plus you cried and I was a bit anxious, so some things didn't have time to tell you".

  "Huh?" Han Youniang opened her eyes and looked at Yang Ling inquiringly. Yang Ling, with a serious expression like a Taoist priest, said: "The City God told me that if we invite a monk to perform a ritual and hang an enlightened Buddha statue on our body, then...then it's also okay."

  "Oh?" Han Youniang's mouth slightly curved upwards, "Giving birth to a child for her husband and continuing the Yang family lineage would ensure she wouldn't lose her husband's favor," the words her father had said flashed through her mind. After today's incident with Ma Lian'er, she felt a sense of crisis and immediately thought of this pressing issue that needed to be brought up in their daily life.

  She excitedly tightened her hands around her husband's neck: "Our village has a temple, but no monks. How about we take some time to go to the prefectural city and find a master?"

  "Alright, of course. But what to do now? The arrow is on the string and can't be held back. After drinking a whole month's worth of tonic wine, Yang Ling is now like a raging flood, his passion severe. Yang Ling said vaguely: "Alright, alright, we'll find time to go to the prefectural city." As he spoke, he flipped over and pressed down on Yu Niang's body.

  Her slender body perfectly matched his, her thighs, waist and arms were all full of flexible strength, every part was full of elasticity, every part was nimble. This was the result of running and jumping in the mountains since childhood, climbing up and down trees.

  Yang Ling's desire was thoroughly ignited by her energetic and youthful body, he put down the burden in his heart, tightly pressed against Nangong Yun's wonderful body, and savored her soft, sweet cherry lips.

  "Hubby, it's still not possible now. Now...can't..." Han Youniang thought and feared at the same time, flusteredly pushing away his chest.

  "Don't worry, my dear wife... husband... husband doesn't want your body today, so it's not considered adultery", Yang Ling gasped, helplessly compromising.

  Han Youniang inexplicably blinked her big watery eyes, and her small hand had already been pulled by Yang Ling into his jacket.

  She let out a soft cry of "ahh" and tried to withdraw her hand, but Yang Ling held onto her wrist tightly. Then, one by one, he pried open her fingers, making her grasp the swollen, fiery hardness.

  Han Youniang was so nervous that her whole body was trembling, she closed her eyes tightly and didn't dare to move. Yang Ling moved with her, kissed her small earlobe, and whispered: "Like this, got it?"

  Han Youniang opened one eye to look at him, then quickly closed it again. Her face was like a burning fire as she stammered: "I... I... uh... can't this be considered being too intimate with a woman?"

  "It doesn't count!"

  "Really?"

  "Of course, husband is a scholar!"

  "Oh..."

  "...too light, use some force."

  "Oh..."

  "Ah yo...... Where's Baloop? Be gentle, girl."

  "Oh..."

  Outside the window, the bright moon is in the sky. Inside the room, Yang Ling is patiently imparting sex education knowledge, fortunately meeting a student with strong comprehension skills, and it's finally getting better, feeling ethereal.

  Han Youniang sat cross-legged beside Yang Ling, her hair scattered over her chest and back, her bright eyes sparkling with a hint of shyness that she couldn't hide. Her slender white hands moved restlessly under the quilt according to Yang Ling's instructions. After a while, she suppressed her curiosity and asked, "Husband, is this very comfortable?"

  Yang Lingzheng closed his eyes and indulged in it, the young girl's small hands were both soft and powerful. Although he didn't know what technique she was using, he couldn't care about that now, he could teach her slowly later. At this moment, with her little loli-like appearance, the stimulation was already enough, so he just lightly "hmm"ed.

  Han Youniang thought for a moment and stopped again, her small face very serious: "Husband, I always feel... isn't this really not considered being close to women?"

  Doesn't she know that this kind of thing needs to be brewed? Actually discussing the issue? Yang Ling wanted to cry but had no tears, so he gritted his teeth and repeated word by word: "Believe me, it's not wrong, because I'm a scholar!"

  Han Youniang smiled shyly and stopped talking. Her expression was very focused, and under the lamp light, her delicate and tender face was covered with a layer of pale red glow, and her exquisite features exuded a soft and charming atmosphere.

  Yang Ling's back began to stiffen, he glared at You Nang like a wolf, and found that her lips were thin and slightly upturned, with her teeth barely visible, and her eyes were flirtatious. How did he not notice this before? Given You Nang's obedient nature towards him, if she were to use those cherry-like small lips... Yang Ling only thought of this, and the excitement that was already near its peak burst out uncontrollably.

  The young girl, inexperienced and feeling his urgency, moved her hands even more vigorously, but the extreme sensitivity after just releasing made Yang Ling grasp her wrist, stopping her well-meaning caress.

  He waited for her to catch her breath and regain consciousness, saw the young girl staring at him with wide eyes, seemingly still unaware of what had happened, but in those clear and pure eyes, there was a hint of amusement, and when their gazes met, those eyes immediately shied away.

  "Are you okay, husband?" she asked with her head bowed and a blush on her face.

  Yang Ling grasped her small foot and hummed in agreement. Han Youniang's feet twitched with ticklishness, then she smiled happily, as if she had accomplished a great feat. She was like a gentle little cat, contentedly snuggling into Yang Ling's arms, softly saying: "Husband, this... really doesn't count as being flirtatious?"

  "Uh... of course, the master is a scholar!"

  Yang Ling just finished speaking, and Han Youniang smiled sweetly: "Husband, your heartbeat is so fast!" Yang Ling suddenly laughed, laughing and holding his lovely little wife a bit tighter. He suddenly realized that Youniang just wanted to keep talking to him, gently stroking her soft and silky hair.

  Early in the morning, Yang Ling walked to the second courtyard where grain was stored and saw more than a dozen soldiers hurrying horse-drawn carts waiting in the yard. The leader was none other than Guan Shouying, the captain of Bi Chun's personal guard. Yang Ling hastily went forward to greet him, and Guan Shouying smiled and said: "Yang Ling gets up early, the military grain is running out, I brought people over to pick up three days' worth of rations."

  Yang Ling had already heard the news that Bi Chun's army would be departing for Zhejiang soon, so they had made short-term plans for the grain and fodder they received, to avoid having to return them later. As a result, they were using them up relatively quickly. The two of them were standing in the courtyard chatting idly when they suddenly saw Ma Ang walking out from the back courtyard with a horse whip, looking rather disgruntled.

  He seemed to have just gone to see his sister, but didn't know what he had argued with Ma Lian'er about, and his face was quite unsightly. Yang Ling cupped his hands and said: "Brother Ma, it's been a long time since we last met."

  Ma Ang saw him and was slightly surprised, hurriedly also cupped his hands and said: "Yang Yi". Guan Shouying smiled and interrupted: "Ma younger brother, why do you look so unhappy, could it be... your sister didn't agree?"

  Ma Ang forced a smile and said, "How could that be? The adults are so supportive of us siblings. As the saying goes, an older brother is like a father, isn't it up to me to take charge of my sister's affairs?"

  Guan Shouying smiled and said, "That's also true. Then I'll congratulate you first, Brother Ma. I hope you'll take care of me in the future." Ma Ao's face flashed with a hint of pride as he said, "Don't mention it. As brothers under Bi Daoren's command, we should support each other. By the way, I still need to go to Pudu Temple. Yang Yilie and Old Guan, I'll take my leave first."

  Yang Ling sent off Ma Qiang hastily and asked in confusion: "Guan brother, what is Big Brother Ma doing? Why the hurry?"

  "Ah, the big shot has taken a liking to Ma Ang's sister and wants to make her his concubine. With this opportunity, he can also form an alliance with the Du family. This gentleman is naturally overjoyed. However, looking at his gloomy expression, it seems that this matter won't be easy to settle. It appears that his sister isn't a woman who can be easily trifled with! Heh heh, wanting to use his sister as a stepping stone doesn't seem like an easy feat!"

  Look at him smiling like that, I don't know if he despises Ma Ang's character or envies himself for not having a sister as beautiful as a flower, so that he can also rise to the top and become the younger brother-in-law of a fourth-rank official in the imperial court.

  Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat as he thought, has Bi Du become interested in Ma Lian'er? Thinking of his age and Ma Lian'er's father being around the same age, and then thinking of his rather sharp triangular eyes, while Ma Lian'er was only 16 or 17 years old, with a lovely and youthful appearance like a green onion. The image of "white hair and red face" flashed through his mind, and suddenly he felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.

  He refused Ma Lian'er, he felt that he owed her a favor, so he tried his best to use his power to help her return home with honor, as a small compensation. If she could find a suitable husband, then he could also put down the burden on his mind. Unexpectedly, a twist occurred, her brother wanted her to marry a man nearing fifty as a concubine for the sake of his own career. Was it really true that beautiful women were destined to have thin lives? Did Ma Lian'er only have the fate of being someone's concubine?

  From the look on Ma Ang's face as he stormed out, it was clear that he had been put in his place by Ma Lian'er, this soft yet resilient younger sister. Should he go and take a look at her? Yang Ling pondered, seemingly wanting to turn back but hesitating: "No matter what, this is their family affair, on what grounds should I intervene?"

  Yang Yiren felt a little disheartened after hearing his own words, and couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. This former butcher-turned-soldier actually had some insight: judging from his appearance, could it be that Yang Yiren also liked Ma'niang? Hmm, they lived in the same large compound, a scholar's daughter in the backyard, just like the opera often sang.

  "Hey, something's up! Ma Ang used to call me 'Big Brother Guan' every time he saw me, but now it's all 'Old Guan' this and that. It's really annoying! If he becomes Bi Daxia's son-in-law, I'll have to become Little Guan too! Hmm, I need to think about this carefully. Xiao Yang is a good guy, helping him is also helping me!"

  Two people were each lost in their own thoughts, when a small official hastily ran over and called out from afar: "Magistrate, that person has come to see you again and is waiting for you in the front hall."

  Yang Ling was stunned by this inexplicable sentence and asked: "What's going on? Who has been here before?"

  The little official said: "It's that old man who sells medicine, claiming his surname is Wu, saying he has an urgent matter to see you, sir."