Yang Ling touched his nose and returned to the chair in embarrassment. He was really bored. Suddenly, he remembered what happened today and quickly rummaged through his book box. The thick book "The Law of Ming Destiny" was indeed in it, so he picked it up and read it carefully.
While he was looking through the regulations on litigation, Han Youniang came over with a cup of steaming hot tea. Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh, "Men in the feudal society are really manly. How can I enjoy such treatment in modern society?"
At that time, the working hours of ordinary shops were not as tight as now. The lunch break was very long. They would only resume work at about two o 'clock in the afternoon in modern times. Therefore, Yang Ling drank hot water and flipped through the book while Han Youniang sat on the edge of the kang bed and did the needlework.
Her fingers deftly fastened a button on the needle, and the tip of her tongue flicked the thread through the needle. She rested one leg on the kang and began to sew the clothes carefully, occasionally glancing tenderly at her husband, who was engrossed in turning the pages of a book.
Yang Ling flipped for a long time and carefully pondered for a while, but he couldn't find any regulations in the book that were beneficial to Ma Ang. It seemed that the solution still had to rely on the high-sounding "Tai Chi" kung fu that he had learned from the later generations.
He raised his head and let out a long sigh. He happened to see Han Youniang put the cotton gown to the corner of her mouth. Her teeth bit the thread, but her eyes were looking at him sweetly. Once she met his eyes, she immediately dodged in panic.
Looking at this beautiful girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old who looked like a little woman, even though Yang Ling had made up his mind to only treat her as a lovely little sister, he still couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering. This kind of warm feeling was something that he had never felt in his nine reincarnations. With such a gentle and considerate wife, the pace of life was slow and leisurely. Wasn't this the life that he had dreamed of? Wasn't this the warmth that he had worked hard to pursue and should cherish?
Han Youniang lowered her head to pick up the needle and thread. When she noticed that the man had been watching her, she couldn't help but panic. Her hands were in a mess, and with a cry, the needle pierced her finger. Yang Ling quickly put down "The Law of Ming Destiny" and grabbed her little hand. He saw a drop of bright red blood oozing out of her index finger.
Yang Ling looked around. Now he didn't know why the ancients would use their tongue to suck after pricking their fingers. It wasn't that they knew that saliva could be used to disinfect, but there was really nothing that could be used to wipe the blood. They couldn't wipe it with clothes, right? Thus, he imitated her and placed Han Youniang's finger in his mouth and gently sucked on it. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched her finger, Han Youniang's body trembled violently. Her face instantly flushed red and she felt hot.
Yang Ling said with slight annoyance, "Look at you. You worked outside in the morning and didn't rest at home. What are you doing now?"
Han Youniang lowered her thin and dense eyelashes and obediently let him gently press her finger pad. She said timidly, "It's almost the New Year, and you still don't have a decent robe. I thought that you are a person of status, and it would be a joke if you went out like this, so I rushed to make a new robe for you."
Yang Ling sighed. The longer he got along with her, the more he felt that he owed her. The feeling of heartache made him feel as if he owed her for several lifetimes. He silently clenched his hand, and the endless affection spread to their entire body and mind.
Yang Ling gently stroked the small hand of this fifteen-year-old girl. His heart was filled with emotion. She was still at the age where she should be carrying a school bag to school, but she had already become a gentle and virtuous wife. This evil old society … was really touching.
The law of Ming Destiny stipulated that women were to be married at the age of sixteen, but few people abided by it. Some of the laws of Ming Destiny were very strict, and it was easy to be beheaded. However, the government turned a blind eye to this law, as if they didn't see it.
After pressing her finger for a while, he estimated that it wouldn't bleed anymore. Yang Ling gently squeezed her finger and said with a smile, "Okay, does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt!" Her voice was very charming. Yang Ling then noticed that her eyes were slightly drooping, and her expression was bashful. There was a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, and there was a very gentle and quiet temperament on her pretty and tender face. It was a kind of expression that a mature woman would show in front of the person she loved.
That kind of gentle and quiet temperament was something she had never shown before. It was the kind of gentle temperament of a woman. Outside the house, snowflakes fell without a trace. Han Youniang's heart was incomparably at ease. That kind of continuous and sincere affection rippled in her heart. The fear and bitterness of half a year seemed to be far away from her at this moment.
Yang Ling couldn't help but be fascinated by it. After looking at each other for a long time, this quiet and sweet atmosphere was finally destroyed by a shout outside the door. He only heard a man's voice shouting outside, "Yang Ling, does Young Master Yang live here?"
Han Youniang cried out and woke up from her infatuation. She hurriedly retracted her hand. Yang Ling smiled slightly and turned to the door to open it. Snowflakes fluttered in with the wind. Just a moment after returning to eat, it was already a vast expanse of snow outside.
Yang Ling took a closer look and saw two Yamachi standing outside the door with their hands on the sabers on their waists. Their bodies were already covered with a thick layer of snow. Behind them was a young girl wearing a white cloak and holding a yellow umbrella in her hand. On top of the cloak was a fox neck scarf that wrapped around her neck, revealing only a plain and delicate face like a lotus flower. In the sky full of snowflakes, she looked like a fairy.
These two Yamachi were the people who locked up Ma Ang and went to the yamen, so they recognized Yang Ling. When they saw that it was indeed him who opened the door, they hurriedly cupped their hands and said, "Hehe, it really is Scholar Yang. This lowly one greets you. This lowly one is under the order of County Magistrate Min to escort Miss Ma to see you. "
Yang Ling hurriedly opened the door and said, "Two big brother officials, please come in quickly. Ah! Miss Ma, please come in. "
Ma Lian 'er smiled and two charming dimples appeared on her cheeks. She tightened her cloak with both hands and stepped in first. The two yamen runners followed him into the room and closed the door behind them.
This small room was a little crowded with five people at once. Ma Lian 'er pulled the belt under her chin and untied the snow-white cloak. Her bright eyes turned and saw the petite Han Youniang. She couldn't help but smile sweetly and said, "This young lady is … Brother Yang, is she your little sister?"
Seeing that the person who came in was a beauty even more beautiful than Hua Jieyu, Han Youniang's big black eyes were full of vigilance. Hearing that she was her husband's little sister, her face was instantly filled with displeasure. But her husband didn't say anything, so she didn't rush to speak.
Yang Ling smiled awkwardly. He felt guilty for destroying the seedlings of his motherland. He stammered, "Uh … she is mine … this is my wife."
Han Youniang's eyes flashed with a hint of pride. She looked at Ma Lian 'er as if to show off. She bowed slightly and said softly, "Husband, this young lady is …?"
Yang Ling hurriedly said, "This is Miss Ma, the second daughter of the post official, Official Ma. She and the two cha brothers are looking for me to discuss something."
Ma Lian 'er said with some surprise, "So Brother Yang is already married. Ma Lian' er greets Madame Yang."
Han Youniang hurriedly said, "Miss, you don't have to be so polite. Please take a seat. The two cha brothers, please take a seat."
There were only two chairs in the room. The two Yamachi had to sit on the kang. Yang Ling had just moved in and his conditions were limited. He usually only drank tea in big bowls. Han Youniang deftly took out four bowls and brewed tea. The two servants naturally thanked her profusely.
County Magistrate Min had already sent people to investigate the Wangs in the musical instrument shop. Lord Ma was worried about his son. Although Lord Min had taken care of him, it was winter and he was afraid that something would happen to him in prison. Miss Ma was also worried about her brother. So she urged County Magistrate Min to send two servants in charge of investigating the Wangs to the Yang Family.
After listening to the two servants talk about the Wangs' situation, Yang Ling thought about it carefully. He felt that from the Law of Ming Destiny, he really couldn't find any loopholes to exonerate Ma Ang. The only thing he was good at was the "delaying" tactic of insurance claims. He just didn't know if it would work. So he nervously told them his idea.
Miss Ma also didn't know if this method would work. She looked at the two Yamachi. Big Li, who had a mouth full of yellow teeth, had already slapped his thigh and praised, "Wonderful. What a good" delaying "tactic. Cutting flesh with a blunt knife, inch by inch. Hehe, the county magistrate handled the case impartially. The Wangs can't find any fault with it. If he can be relied on, this lawsuit will break his family."
The other slightly older one was a class monitor, surnamed Wu. He didn't have the same exultation as Big Li, but he also smiled and said, "Although Young Master Yang is young, he is really proficient in the law and has a lot of wisdom. Even a first-class litigation master may not be able to come up with such a wonderful plan. If we act according to this plan, I'm afraid the Wangs will rush to withdraw the lawsuit and close the case. But … if they don't know what's good for them, Young Master Ma will inevitably stay in prison for a while."
Miss Ma couldn't help but smile when she heard the last words of class monitor Wu. She couldn't help but hesitate. She bit her lip and thought for a while. She sighed and said, "After all, it's a human life. Speaking of it, if it's just staying in prison for a few more days, it's rare to be able to go to prison safely. Brother is usually rough and reckless, it's good to suffer some grievances to dampen his spirit."
Yang Ling was praised by the two Yamachi, so he unconsciously became courageous and his brain became active. He slowly said, "This plan can delay the Wangs to withdraw the lawsuit on their own. It can save Young Master Ma's life and won't damage the county magistrate's reputation. But … if the Wangs can't swallow this, they can delay it for a year and a half. So I have another plan. Miss Ma …"
He moved closer and whispered a few words to Ma Lian 'er with his hand covering his mouth. Ma Lian' er listened and glanced at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. She said sweetly, "As expected of a scholar. What a good plan."
Her glance was very charming. The amorous feeling that she showed in that moment made Yang Ling's eyes narrow. Ma Lian 'er noticed it and her delicate cheeks couldn't help but blush. Han Youniang, who had only been paying attention to the two, suddenly felt a little jealous.
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