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

Song Xiang smiled and said, "Okay, don't worry!"

Rong Qiuli slowly put away his slender fingers and put his fingertips into the palm of his hand. The slight pain brought him back to his senses.

Marrying Song Xiang in the future, isn't this a normal thing? Why is there a twinge in my heart?

The carriage drove slowly towards Rong Mansion, Rong Qiuli felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

When they arrived in front of Rong Mansion, Rong Qiuli got off the carriage first.

When Jiang Qingyan saw that there were only two people left in the carriage, he spoke a little aggrievedly.

"I didn't expect that after all the calculations, I missed it, Magistrate Rong. Congratulations to the wife, she is getting married again!"

Song Xiang came close to him, her hot breath spraying behind his ears: "If you say congratulations again, believe it or not, I will bite you!"

Jiang Qingyan froze, closed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid of you, so I'm protecting you now, right?"

"Where did I protect you?" Song Xiang bit his earlobe like punishment and said softly, "I've been thinking about you!"

Hearing what Song Xiang said, Jiang Qingyan felt better: "Would you like to go in and sit down?"

Song Xiang shook his head and said, "I'm going to bring some gifts to my grandmother, father and brothers, so I won't go in."

Jiang Qingyan sighed and said, "I was supposed to buy these with you, but it's just not convenient for me to show up."

"It's okay, Ayan. You can go back and rest first. I'll buy an extra one and say it's from you!"

"No!" Jiang Qingyan said with a smile, "I will ask my servant to buy my share for me. You can come and get it tomorrow!"

"All right!"

After bidding farewell to Jiang Qingyan, Song Xiang reluctantly got off the carriage, took the riding whip from Shuangming's hand, and rode away.

Walking along the street, she was thinking about what gift to bring to her grandmother, and unknowingly arrived at Jinyu Pavilion.

After getting off the horse, the boy guarding the door diligently took the horse and tied it to the stake. Another boy invited Song Xiang in.

Song Xiang walked around the store and stood in front of a forehead embroidered with the word "ten thousand" on it.

The waiter immediately said attentively: "Miss, you really have a good eye. This 10,000-character brocade plaster forehead is a newly arrived item, because the gold ornament in the middle is engraved with the four characters "Fu Lu, Shou Xi" and is inlaid in the middle of the gold ornament. Emerald gemstones are very popular, and every time they arrive, they are bought early.”

Song Xiang nodded and asked, "How much does this forehead wipe cost?"

"Miss, six hundred taels of silver!" the waiter introduced with a smile, "This forehead wiper is complicated to work on, and it is decorated with gold ornaments and emeralds, so the asking price is higher!"

Song Xiangguang felt a little heartbroken when she heard it. Just when she was hesitating whether to buy it, a pleasant voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Two hundred taels of silver, put it in a bag and give it to this young lady!"

Damn, I cut so many at once.

Song Xiang quickly turned around and realized that the person who came in was Shen Yubai, the current head of the Shen family.

Okay, that's okay, who made Shen Yubai rich and wealthy?

"Thank you Mr. Shen for your kindness, but..." Song Xiang said with a smile, not without joking, "Master Shen runs the shop like this, I'm afraid he will lose a lot of money in a year, right?"

"I appreciate Miss Song's talent. I am only doing it for Miss Song's convenience. No one should say anything!"

Shen Yubai held a folding fan in his right hand and clasped his left hand behind his back, walking up and down, as solemn as the wind under a pine tree, high and low, not looking like a businessman at all.

"Since I admire Song Xiang, I wonder if Song Xiang would have the honor to treat Mr. Shen to dinner?"

Shen Yubai's fox-eyed smile confuses all sentient beings: "But Miss Song, it's just past noon..."

"I don't have any other entertainment, so the afternoon time belongs to Mr. Shen. I wonder what Mr. Shen thinks?"

Shen Yubai's heart skipped a beat: "Is this Miss Song's method of accosting an unmarried young man?"

Song Xiang said with a smile: "Since Mr. Shen thinks this is a way to strike up a conversation, then so be it. I just wonder if Mr. Shen is willing to accept it?"

"Miss Song kindly invites me, how could I not be inappropriate?"

Shen Yubai smiled lightly and pointed at the folding fan: "Miss, please come to the third floor to get together."

Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, looked at Shen Yubai's back as he walked and said, "Young Master Shen is so brave, aren't you afraid that I am a bad guy?"

"A lonely girl and a widower, alone in a room, tsk tsk..."

"Is Miss Song so unsure of herself?" Shen Yubai chuckled and said happily, "I thought Miss Song was a Duanfang girl! I didn't expect that I was mistaken..."

Very good, I don’t want to suffer any losses, and I show my true nature as a businessman.

Song Xiang pursed his lips and smiled: "So Mr. Shen likes Miss Duanfang?"

Shen Yubai lost his composure: "I never said that."

Unconsciously, the two of them reached the third floor. Shen Yubai pushed the door open and walked in. Song Xiang quickly followed in. He looked around carelessly and said, "The decoration here is quite elegant!"

"Master Shen is truly a wonderful man!"

Shen Yubai said with a smile: "Miss Song won the award, but the ordinary decoration caught Miss Song's eyes. Isn't it my honor?"

"Miss Song, please sit down!"

Song Xiang was sitting on the square chair. Seeing that Shen Yubai was still not sitting down, he couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Master Shen, what are you doing standing so far away?"

"Are you afraid that I'll eat you?"

Shen Yubai's face turned red almost imperceptibly. He looked ashamed and complained in his tone: "Miss Song is too frivolous!"

Well, I couldn't say that I ate you in ancient times, but she forgot about it again.

"It's my fault, don't take it personally!"

"I'm already in love with you!" Shen Yubai slowly moved to the square chair next to Song Xiang and sat down. He whispered, "Miss Song, please don't be so rude to other men, so as not to create a love debt." …”

Song Xiang smiled and said: "What do other men have to do with me? I wonder if Mr. Shen has any love debt to me?"

"you!"

Song Xiang's words would be impossible for Shen Yubai to deal with.

After a moment, he frowned and said, "Miss Song, please don't joke about this kind of thing..."

"So Mr. Shen only thinks I'm joking?" Song Xiangyan smiled at Yan Yan, "Then what if I say that I am serious?"

Shen Yubai was stunned for a moment, and opened the folding fan to cover half of his face. When he looked at Song Xiang again, only a pair of extremely coquettish fox eyes remained.

He asked: "Song Xiang, have you thought about the consequences of provoking me?"

Song Xiang nodded: "I've thought about it!"

Shen Yubai laughed and put away the folding fan: "I have seen many girls like you. You don't really think that I will be moved by your few words, do you?"

Song Xiang was not angry and laughed: "I don't think I have that much charm!"

"Young Master Shen gave me the opportunity to get close to you, and I'm satisfied. The rest is just up to man."

Shen Yubai stared in the direction of the screen window and was lost in thought for a moment: "The love between a man and a woman is as short as morning dew and as thin as clouds, so what's the point?"

Song Xiang knew that he was thinking of his mother, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.