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

Song Xiang ignored her and listened carefully as always. The whole class was filled with the sound of Liang Gong's lecture and the students' answers.

After school, in order to consolidate the newly learned knowledge, Song Xiang left half a stick of incense late. When he left the room, he was stopped by the boy on the east wall!

"Song Xiang!"

Song Xiang turned around and saw Liang Zhongxia's husband, and felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"I wonder why the young master keeps visiting Xiaosheng?"

Qian Shuxing was hesitant in his words, fearing that she would continue to hesitate, and Song Xiang turned around and left, so he shamelessly expressed his feelings: "I have admired the girl for a long time. I know that the girl is a student from Fengbian, and I know that the girl has outstanding literary talent. I want... to recommend myself. It’s so good to be married to a girl forever, I wonder what the girl wants?”

"If the girl cares about me, I will live up to her sincerity..."

Song Xiang saw that he could not avoid him, so he reprimanded in a low voice: "Since you have married a good man, you should keep to yourself. If you seduce me like you are doing now, what kind of husband's words and ethics are you following?"

Qian Shuxing heard the meaning of Song Xiang's words and knew that Song Xiang had misunderstood his identity, so he hurriedly explained: "Girl, you have misunderstood me. I am not sister Zhongxia's husband!"

He smiled softly, and Song Xiang almost lost his mind because of his beautiful face.

"Girl, my surname is Qian and my given name is Shuxing. I am your husband's nephew. You can finally agree to me now, right?"

Qian Shuxing? The name is not bad, but the courage is astonishing...

Seeing Song Xiang stunned alone, Qian Shuxing described how he met Song Xiang. Song Xiang's eyes widened.

Finally, Qian Shuxing said that as long as he and Song Xiang could achieve a happy marriage and have a good relationship for a hundred years, he would not be afraid of anyone's opinions.

However, Song Xiang didn't think so. In the Dongling Kingdom, the rules and regulations on men were extremely strict. Except for the young men in the brothel, any young man who openly flirted with girls would be criticized by his tribe.

Song Xiang angrily reprimanded Qian Shuxing, with a hint of worry in his tone: "Young master, as a son of a man, disobeys his parents' orders, disobeys the matchmaker's words, and talks to an outsider like Xiaosheng. What kind of etiquette is this?"

"The person I met this time is a young student. If I meet someone else next time and bump into you and stain your reputation, what will you do?" Song Xiang threw the book box to the ground and asked with his hands on his hips: "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Liang will get angry and scold you?"

Unexpectedly, Qian Shuxing didn't take it seriously after hearing this. Instead, he said with a smile: "As long as the girl is willing to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Shuxing, what does it matter if she is scolded by her aunt?"

Seeing him being so obsessed with him, Song Xiang couldn't help but have a sharp look on his face: "Master Qian, as an unmarried person, you can never do anything in public in the future. Although Xiaosheng is a scholar, he also knows People are afraid of what they say, and you would never dare to do such rude things. If you teach Liang Gong to know that Xiaosheng secretly communicates with you, wouldn't it be like a scholar's deeds?"

Qian Shuxing's eyes were sore, and he said in a disappointed tone: "I admire the girl, and I want to see her to express my admiration. Isn't that okay?"

Song Xiang licked her lips and almost softened her heart when she saw the pitiful appearance of the person in front of her. However, when she thought of how kind and amiable Mr. Liang was to her, her heart hardened again.

When he spoke again, he became cold and distant: "Xiaosheng dare not interact with the young master in private. If Liang Gong finds out, how can Xiaosheng pay homage to Liang Gong in the future? Wouldn't he be ashamed when he comes to Xiluo Cottage to study in the future?" "

Qian Shuxing finally met Song Xiang, but she didn't care about these false reputations and etiquette. Her heart had already flown to Song Xiang.

Even though Song Xiang repeatedly stated that it was not etiquette to talk to outsiders, how could his admiration be concealed?

Qian Shuxing said with a hint of affection: "If the girl is afraid that my aunt will find out, I can take the initiative to talk to her. As long as the girl likes me, I will..."

"Young Master Qian!" Song Xiang stopped his words at the right time and said seriously: "The young man dare not have such thoughts. Even if he has such thoughts, if Liang Gongshuo and your father know about it, your father will not I’ll agree, Young Master, you’d better give up on this idea!”

Seeing that Qian Shuxing still wanted to be entangled to death, Song Xiang told Qian Shuxing sternly: "Young master is a heavenly man, why should you fall in love with me, a Confucian scholar? Have you ever seen how many poor Confucian students married handsome husbands?" of?"

The more Song Xiang said this, the more reluctant Qian Shuxing was to leave her. At the same time, he felt panicked and couldn't rely on her, and his eye sockets were so sore that he could shed tears. He held back his tears and asked Song Xiang in a cry: "Does the girl really have no intention of me?" ?”

After this question, Song Xiang's heart was pounding and he didn't dare to say anything. After glancing at Qian Shuxing, he picked up the book box and ran away, not daring to look back at all!

Qian Shuxing looked at Song Xiang who turned around and left without saying a word, and then thought of those bad words she had said before. While feeling ashamed, he felt as if his body had been tortured, and even the top of his heart ached.

Angelica watched the young master go back to the room in despair, throw down the pillow, pull off the quilt and go to sleep. He didn't even want to eat dinner, and she felt a lot of complaints in her heart.

A man was hiding in the corridor and muttered: "If you follow Sun Chunniang, you won't have to worry about food and drink. You can also go to the capital and live a life of fine clothes and fine food. But you don't listen. You must have fallen on that idiot Song Xiang." !”

Qian Shuxing, who was in the room, thought for a moment: "She must be happy with me if she doesn't answer!"

After a while, he thought again: "As for my heavenly appearance, you, Song Xiang, are not lucky enough to be able to marry a husband as handsome as me."

After a while, I thought about her again: her unparalleled manners, modesty and courtesy, and I couldn't let go of the sudden affection that arose in my heart.

After sleeping for a long time, Qian Shuxing felt depressed and felt that he was not sleepy, so he got up and sat down at his desk to compose music.

Seeing the hopeless look on the young master's face, Angelica couldn't help but shook her head and found a corner to enjoy her leisure time.

Song Xiang was sitting in the carriage, and he kept thinking of Qian Shuxing's handsome face, holding back tears, and the endearing look that lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

That sentence: Does the girl really have no intention of me?

To grab her heart.

She returned home listlessly and went straight to her study. She didn't even notice Feng Mian sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

Dengzhu looked at Song Xiang who seemed to have lost his soul, and asked Feng Mian in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong with Miss Song today? She seems to be in a bad mood. Could it be that she received the master's instruction?"

Feng Mian shook his head and whispered to Deng Zhu: "Go and find out!"

After a while, Dengzhu came back dejectedly: "Sir, Taro said Miss Song has been like this since she left school, and she doesn't know what happened..."

Feng Mian folded the scriptures and held them in his hands, remaining silent as the atmosphere gradually became dull.

Song Xiang sat at the table in the study room, holding her head with her hands, tilting her head and looking depressed. The word "love" made her look miserable, and she had no energy to review what she had learned today.

The next day, the spring was bright and beautiful.

After Song Xiang finished his classics and history class, he recited and tried to teach it several times before packing up his book box and leaving.

As soon as she left the yard and walked to the parking corner, she was blocked by a child. He said in an angry and accusing tone: "Miss Song, my young master is sick because of your health, but he still comes to see you despite his illness. , if you have no intention of my young master, please come and let me explain it clearly!"