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

"My darling, so your marriage was obtained through fraud? Isn't it going to count in the future?"

"Yes!" Song Xiang touched his nose and told Song Zhiyi: "Don't let grandma know about the affairs between Feng Mian and Shu Xing. Second brother, you must keep this secret for me!"

Song Zhiyi nodded heavily and said thoughtfully: "Little sister, although the Qiangongzi admires you, you can't secretly climb the wall in the middle of the night. If you are discovered, you will be criticized by everyone! Who will be willing to take over the son in the future? marry you?"

"What's the difference between your behavior and that of the flower-picking thief?"

Song Xiang replied seriously: "Yes, there is a difference!"

"What's the difference?" Song Zhiyi looked confused.

Song Xiang calmly said: "The difference is that the flower-picking thief really picked the flowers, but I didn't..."

"Little sister!" Song Zhiyi said angrily, "How long has it been and you are still joking!"

"How do you plan to solve this matter!"

Song Zhiyi was furious, looking like he wouldn't give up until you tell him why.

Song Xiang comforted Song Zhiyi and said, "Second brother, don't worry. When I pass the examination as a scholar, I will ask a matchmaker to go to Shu Xing's house and ask for my sweetheart to marry me!"

"Hmph! Don't be ashamed!" Song Zhiyi snorted coldly and said with a gentle expression, "Since you already know how to do it, my second brother won't interfere with your feelings!"

"There's just one thing you have to remember, that is, treat others well and never betray their sincerity."

"I know, second brother!" Song Xiang smiled, deliberately teasing Song Zhiyi, "When I have the reputation of being a scholar, I will also find a decent girl to be my wife for my second brother!"

"Little sister!" Song Zhiyi looked embarrassed, "You are getting worse and worse. Even your second brother dares to make fun of you! I won't tell you anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned red and he left.

Song Xiang laughed, put up his hands and walked towards his yard.

As soon as he stepped through the threshold, he saw Feng Mian standing in front of the stone table like a green pine, with a clear back and straight and handsome posture.

Song Xiang raised his hand and rubbed his ears. He walked up to Feng Mian uncomfortably and called out, "Master Feng!"

Feng Mian slowly turned around, sat on the stone bench, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Where have you been these past few days?"

Song Xiang took a breath and secretly thought something was wrong.

The large Shura field is coming, it’s over!

Seeing that Song Xiang was silent and did not reply, Feng Mian asked coldly: "Is Miss Song staying in a brothel?"

"No, no, no! I didn't!" Song Xiang hurriedly defended, "I have never stayed in a brothel. I have been staying at a friend's house these days. He was sick, and I took care of him for a few days."

After getting the answer to the question, Feng Mian knew that there was no point in asking further, so he stopped asking. He took a deep look at Song Xiang, then got up and went to his room.

Song Xiang let out a long breath and looked at Feng Mian's back, feeling confused...

As the days passed, Qian Shuxing's health had completely recovered. Song Xiang had never stayed in Qian Shuxing's room since Feng Mian returned home.

The imperial examination was coming soon. In order to absorb the knowledge from the book, Song Xiang read the book every day and didn't go to bed until very late.

At night without Song Xiang's company, Qian Shuxing had an uneasy sleep. He woke up in the middle of the night, touching the empty bed beside him, and his sense of loss reached its peak.

That night, Song Xiang had dinner, washed up, and asked Taro to take him to the school in Xicheng. Song Xiang climbed over the wall and entered the inner courtyard with ease. He then touched the big tree on the east side under the moonlight and climbed over the thousand trees. Outside the courtyard of Shuxing.

Di Nu was about to close the door when he saw a dark figure at the base of the wall. He couldn't help but lean over and peek. When the person got closer, he realized that it was the eldest lady of the Song family.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he hurriedly invited the people in.

Qian Shuxing was sitting on the bed, flipping through a travel diary. When he saw someone coming in, he said without raising his head: "You can go and rest outside. You don't need to turn on the lamp here."

Song Xiang chuckled lightly, and tiptoed to Qian Shuxing's side, and took the book from his hand. Qian Shuxing was about to scold him, but when he looked up and saw that it was his sweetheart, he almost screamed with joy.

"Xiangxiang!"

Qian Shuxing lifted up the quilt and got out of bed. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and threw himself into Song Xiang's arms.

"Xiangxiang, I miss you so much!"

Song Xiang hugged his sweetheart tightly, rubbed his chest, and said in a friendly tone: "Why am I not the same?"

Qian Shuxing clenched the corner of Song Xiang's clothes tightly, and tears fell down all of a sudden. Missing him for days made him cry in embarrassment: "Xiang Xiang, please marry me quickly!"

"Okay, okay! I will propose marriage to Mr. Liang tomorrow!" Song Xiang touched Qian Shuxing's back and coaxed softly: "Be good, don't cry. I'll stay with you tonight..."

Qian Shuxing smiled through his tears, let go of Song Xiang, wiped his tears and said, "Xiangxiang, you are always good at coaxing me!"

"Am I hurting you if I don't coax you?" Song Xiang took Qian Shuxing and took him to the bed to sit down, and said in a good mood, "Shu Xing, the day after tomorrow is a holiday, I want to take you to Xishan to play, are you going?"

"Okay, I'll listen to Xiangxiang!"

Song Xiang came closer to Qian Shuxing, sniffed and nodded and said, "It smells so good. Have you taken a shower?"

Qian Shuxing's face turned red, he nodded, and said in a low voice: "A few days ago, the old doctor said that I am well and can take a bath every day..."

"Xiangxiang, you are not allowed to propose marriage to your aunt tomorrow..." Qian Shuxing paused and said sheepishly, "We should wait until you are admitted as a scholar before sending a matchmaker to my house as we had agreed before!"

"Okay, okay, I didn't just say it to coax you!"

Qian Shuxing lowered his eyes and stared at Song Xiang, with a clear smile on his lips: "I like Xiangxiang to coax me..."

"Xiangxiang, you are the best girl in the world!"

Song Xiang shaved Qian Shuxing's nose and said with infinite pampering and indulgence: "My dear, why is your mouth so sweet? It makes my soul come to you every day..."

Hearing this, Qian Shuxing looked at Song Xiang with a look at Song Xiang. There was an endless smile in his eyes that spread to the end of his eyes, with scattered light like stars: "Xiang Xiang..."

The lingering love between two people is the time of love...

Song Xiang couldn't help but pick up Qian Shuxing's cheek, kiss the seductive lips...

After a long time, I reluctantly let go of him...

Qian Shuxing's lips were red, and his fair cheeks turned a peach-blossom color due to shyness. He bit his lower lip and turned his face to the corner of the bed.

"Are you shy again?" Song Xiang teased Qian Shuxing unscrupulously and said with admiration, "Shu Xing, your face is so beautiful from the side, but your front face is even more stunning. I can't get enough of it..."

"loquacious…"

With a smile on his face, Song Xiang pushed him and said, "Go and lie down on the bed to avoid catching a cold again!"

Qian Shuxing got on the bed obediently, held Song Xiang's slender hands, and invited her, "Come up quickly too..."