All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

After waiting for a moment, Song Xiang continued: "There is Mr. Lu, I have told you before that because of a joke I made when I was a child, he had the idea of ​​not marrying me unless he was..."

"The wife is talking about the brother of Miss Lu who plotted against you?"

"Exactly!"

"You took him in too?" Jiang Qingyan's voice was instantly cold, with a hint of chill, "Then have you forgotten about Miss Lu's plot against you?"

"I haven't forgotten!" Song Xiang said without thinking, "I didn't want to marry his family before, but..."

"It's just that it's a long story. Lu Zechuan escaped from marriage and came to Fucheng, and blocked the knife for me again. I..."

Jiang Qingyan subconsciously hugged Song Xiang: "Block the knife? Why block the knife?"

Song Xiang did not hesitate to tell the story about Xu Niao Niao, the daughter of Xu Tongpan, who kidnapped the prefect's son and injured Lu Zechuan with a dagger.

Then Na Na said: "He saved me with his life. If I refuse him again, it will appear that I am cold-blooded..."

There was a hint of displeasure on Jiang Qingyan's gentle face, and he said angrily: "Since he is married, he should stick to his duties. How can he go to Qin Muchu?"

"Besides, do you have to pledge yourself to save your life? My wife is too kind..."

"Ayan, this is my fault..."

Jiang Qingyan blinked inadvertently and frowned slightly: "It's just my fault that I didn't stay with my wife and gave others an opportunity!"

"My wife, I have never met Mrs. Lu, and I don't know what kind of person he is. You can accept it as long as you accept it. But if he follows his sister's example and uses tricks on you, I will never tolerate it!"

"Ayan, thank you for understanding me..."

Jiang Qingyan endured the anger and sadness in his heart, and only showed Song Xiang his magnanimous mind, without losing any trace of the upbringing of a noble family, showing his tolerance, and his level was much higher than that of ordinary people.

I would like to ask which husband from a wealthy family would agree to his wife marrying so many side husbands at once. No matter how much he likes them in his heart, he is afraid that he will develop knots in his heart and lose his affection.

All Jiang Qingyan wants in his life is: a pair of people for the rest of his life, who can plan strategies and know the world.

It's just that after he met Song Xiang, he could no longer find the monogamous life he dreamed of. He only wanted to win the girl's heart and stay together forever.

In the end, he could only sigh: How wonderful it would be if life were like the first time we met!

Jiang Qingyan shook his head and said in an almost calm tone: "As your real husband, if I don't understand you, then I will lose the manners a real husband should have!"

"Ayan, I failed you!"

Hearing this, his thoughts seemed to be disrupted by an invisible hand, making him unable to think even half a minute.

After pausing for a moment, he regained some consciousness and said quietly: "My wife, stop talking nonsense. Since I have chosen you, I am ready to accept your three husbands and four servants."

"However, after all, the concubine has to get along with the concubine. If they are free, they need to come to see me and listen to my instructions, and they must not be arrogant or disrespectful to me."

Song Xiang nodded repeatedly: "You are a real husband, and you should be like this."

Jiang Qingyan added: "In the future, my wife, please don't have any suspicion against me just because I am a little harsh on them or listen to their gossip."

"No! Ayan!" Song Xiang kissed him, buried her head in his arms, and said affectionately, "You have a noble status and are willing to share a wife with others for me. How can I not be considerate of you? And then misunderstood you?"

"My wife, please remember today's words and don't forget your original intention!"

Song Xiang hugged Jiang Qingyan, feeling very scared: "Ayan, please don't be so cold to me, okay? I would rather you scold me and scold me than keep your sadness in your heart and torture yourself."

"Since you know what I'm thinking, why don't you come up with some means to kiss me and coax me? Can you relieve my resentment?" Jiang Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at her, his voice bewitching, as if mixed with teasing meaning.

Hearing this, Song Xiang knew that his anger had subsided, so he slowly lowered his head, pressed his lips to hers, and indulged in pleasing him.

Breathing gradually became heavier, Song Xiang slid his whole body into the mandarin duck quilt, and rubbed his tongue. Jiang Qingyan let out a low gasping sound, which gradually became trembling. He did not dare to raise his voice and roar, secretly frowning and grabbing the embroidery The hands on the couch showed blue veins.

Tiny sounds could be heard endlessly, and the mandarin ducks were swarming under the quilt like insects.

Jiang Qingyan picked up Song Xiang and pressed her under him, just like what was described in the poem: the flowers and leaves once broke the stamens, and the willow tree shook the willow branches.

An hour later, he lay down satisfied and took Song Xiang into his arms.

"My wife, am I being too playful?"

Song Xiang whispered: "No problem!"

After resting for a while, Shuangming called from outside: "Sir, it's time to eat!"

Song Xiang stood up slowly and called him in a low voice: "Ayan, get up. Don't keep your mother-in-law waiting."

Jiang Qingyan stood up, put on Song Xiang's inner clothes, and then tied his hair.

In the main courtyard of Rong Mansion, Mrs. Xu took Rong Qiuli and Jiang Lan to meet them, and then sat down to wait politely.

Jiang Lan took a look at Rong Gui's youngest son and saw that he had an excellent appearance. He couldn't help praising him: "This son is so handsome and clear, like pearls and jade in front of him, he has a bright and shining feeling!"

"Master Rong is so lucky!"

"What the hell!" Rong Gui smiled humbly, "My son likes to do things without getting angry, and his temper is cold. He is not as good as Young Master Jiang!"

Song Xiang arrived late with Jiang Qingyan. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Jiang Lan sitting on the main seat. While he was surprised, he also had doubts about her identity.

"Song Xiang has met his mother-in-law, Lord Rong, and Master Rong!"

mother in law? Rong Qiuli glanced at Song Xiang, calmly put away the doubts in his heart, and lowered his eyes.

When did Song Xiang become the son-in-law of Master Jiang, the censor of the inspection? How could she fall in love with Yijian since she had climbed a high tree?

The funny thing is that Luo Jiaoyu disliked Song Xiang for having many husbands and refused to match Luo Yijian with Song Xiang. Now it seems that Luo Jiaoyu was overly worried.

Just now, Yijian was still struggling with whether to choose Song Xiang as his wife, but it seems that there is no need to worry anymore...

Jiang Qingyan walked to Song Xiang's side and bowed to the throne: "My child is late and has lost his etiquette. Please punish me!"

"When you husband and wife meet, you will inevitably have a lot to say, so let me be exempted from punishment!" Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a sideways glance, "Why don't you meet with Mr. Rong soon!"

Jiang Qingyan greeted Mr. Rong, his wife, and his wife one by one again. When his eyes touched the young master on one side, he couldn't help but show surprise.

"I've met Mr. Jiang!" Rong Qiuli behaved in a measured manner, bowing with both hands.

Jiang Qingyan nodded slightly, returned the gift, and said, "Young Master Rong is so polite!"

Rong Gui waved his hand and said: "Sit down, sit down!"

Song Xiang sat down as he was told, and his eyes fell on Jiang Qingyan: "Ayan, sit next to me!"

Jiang Qingyan curled his lips and sat next to Song Xiang calmly?

Rong Qiuli slowly raised his head, looking at the pair of beautiful women in front of him with dark eyes, looking at each other, it was very dazzling.