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

"More than ten years ago, the Xiqiang invaded. Your Majesty, as the crown princess, personally led the troops to fight. However, you were ambushed by the Xiqiang general Ji Gong. At this critical moment, Chen Zi, the general of the Zhonglang, personally led the three soldiers. A light cavalry force of more than ten people rushed into Ji Gong's team and rescued His Majesty who was held hostage by the Khan of the Western Qiang Kingdom, but she herself had one arm cut off by Ji Gong!"

"Hiss!" Jiang Qingyan squinted his eyes, frowned three points and said: "Chen Zi? But the Lord Protector who stays behind closed doors?"

Jiang Lan nodded calmly and continued: "General Chen Zi has a loyal temperament and is calm in the face of trouble. Even under the rain of arrows and scimitars, he was still calm and composed. He killed a hundred enemy soldiers. In front of many soldiers With strong resistance, Yiqi Juechen rescued the scarred Majesty."

"After His Majesty succeeded to the throne, he greatly rewarded General Chen Zi and made him Marquis of Weining. He also married his younger brother Linglong to General Chen Zi. After General Chen Zi married the third prince Linglong, he gave birth to a daughter, who was named Marquis of Weining. Princess Changping, for some unknown reason, lived among the people..."

When Jiang Qingyan heard this, a look of compassion appeared in his brown eyes. He looked at the red bellyband in his hand and sighed: "It turns out that what your Majesty wants the mother to find is the bloodline of the Third Emperor's Uncle. It's really a trick of fate..."

Jiang Lan let out a heavy sigh in his throat and said with a deep look in his eyes: "Although this Changping Princess is indeed pitiful, after so many years, looking for him again is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How can I find it..."

Jiang Qingyan handed the bellyband back to Jiang Lan and comforted him calmly: "Mother, please relax. When we return to the city in the evening, Yan'er will make a divination for the princess of Changping!"

"Okay, okay! If Yan'er is a woman, why should the mother worry about not having an heir? Why worry about not having a family member to choose from?" Jiang Lan sighed, and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh! It's a pity that Yan'er gave birth to an heir by mistake. A man’s body…”

Jiang Qingyan narrowed his eyes casually, with a touch of elegance and dignity on his face: "Mother, you are overly praised..."

What about men? People in today's world have extremely strict requirements for men. They feel that men are only worthy of staying in the back house to take care of their wives and raise their daughters, but he doesn't. He wants to show the world how he, Jiang Qingyan, can rule the world as a man...

The Jiang family's carriage left the city gate and drove all the way to the outskirts of the city.

...

When Song Xiang arrived at the school, he found that all his classmates were gossiping, and only a few Confucian scholars from poor families were studying hard. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

She walked to Zhou Yanzhen's side and asked, "Where is Madam?"

Zhou Yanzhen smiled and replied: "Master went to see off his nephew outside the city. Why did sister Song Xiang come so late today..."

"Send it to his nephew?" Song Xiang panicked. After he realized what he was doing, he ran out the door as fast as he could.

"Taro! Go outside the city! Hurry up!" Song Xiang got on his carriage and urged Taro to hurry up.

She could no longer concentrate, and now her heart, eyes, and mind were all echoing with one sentence: Shu walked, he left...

"Hurry up and catch the train!"

"Miss, this is already the fastest speed!" Taro shook the reins, confused by the actions of the eldest daughter.

"Stop and untie the horses!" Song Xiang stopped the carriage, untied all the ropes on the carriage, mounted the horse, and rushed out like a flying horse, "Wait for me here!"

"drive!"

Song Xiang rode all the way and chased him to a canyon at the foot of the Western Mountain. He saw Qian Shuxing's carriage in front of him from a distance, but he didn't dare to say anything...

Qian Shuxing was sitting in the carriage, looking miserable.

"Master, are you and Miss Song really over?" Di Nu pursed her lips and sighed, "How sad Miss Song will be when we leave like this. If she can't find you, she... .”

After saying that, he was shocked to realize that what he said was wrong, so he said angrily, "Sir, I don't want you to be sad, and I don't want you to regret it..."

Qian Shuxing was so depressed that he opened the window curtain and took one last look in the direction of Fengbian County. Wait, that's...

"Xiangxiang!"

Song Xiang also saw Qian Shuxing with his head sticking out of the window, and tears fell down all of a sudden. The two looked at each other from a distance, feeling so sad that they could not speak for a while.

Not long ago, we were still friends with each other, but now we have become strangers.

After Qian Shuxing looked at it for a moment, he put his head back in the car. When he looked up again, tears were streaming down his face.

Song Xiang watched all of this silently, without any expectation, and his heart was like a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of ripples.

Being dumped by someone you like for the first time is really uncomfortable.

Coming here today to say goodbye to him is a way of saying goodbye to my past self.

From now on, I will never be that infatuated person again. Now that I have traveled to the country of Nuzun, just follow the locals. Aren’t the girls here having three wives and four concubines living a very happy life? Why should I be obsessed with one person for the rest of my life?

Song Xiang tightened the reins, called the horse to turn around, looked back one last time, and then rode away slowly in the direction of Fengbian County.

Di Nu lifted up the curtains and said in surprise: "Sir, Miss Song is gone!"

Qian Shuxing hurriedly leaned out of the window and saw the back of Song Xiang riding away.

He looked at it dreamily, as if he had lost his soul.

"Young Master?" Di Nu pulled Qian Shuxing and shouted, "Young Master? Young Master? What's wrong with you? Don't scare the little one!"

Qian Shuxing turned his head back to the car in confusion and drove towards Xuanyang City in despair.

Unconsciously, Song Xiang came to a stone beach not far from the Canghe Ferry. The water here was not deep and it was next to the official road. It was the place where Song Xiang was thrown into the water.

...

Jiang Lan and his son Jiang Qingyan were at the Canghe Ferry at this time, pretending to be casual and asking the porters unloading the goods.

"Auntie, please ask you, what cargo are you unloading? Is there no manned ship here?"

The aunt carrying a bag of grain on her shoulders said with difficulty: "You are from out of town, right? I can't talk to you, aunt. I have to unload grain, move goods, and support the family. Why don't you ask others!"

Jiang Lan gratefully made a "leave" gesture, and then went to the other side with Jiang Qingyan: "This aunt is a nice person. She just said that the goods in this car are grain."

"Mother, the people on this ferry are all traders, trackers and porters carrying goods. They are all poor people trying to make a living. There are very few people who come to take the boat. Why is that?"

Jiang Lan explained with a smile: "Yan'er doesn't know something. Although it's less than a day's journey to Dongping Mansion by boat, it still involves a lot of risk compared to the land journey, so the people would rather spend more time. I would rather take a detour than take the water route.”

Another point is that he is afraid that he will encounter those private soldiers who secretly traffic in salt and iron and disguise themselves as merchants on the boat, and they will be killed. However, Jiang Lan did not say anything...

Jiang Qingyan suddenly realized and whispered: "Mother, do you think those who are trying to seize the power of salt and iron in the world in the dark are most likely taking the water route in order to avoid the scrutiny and obstruction of the land route?"

The two of them walked side by side until there was no one around. Jiang Lan nodded almost imperceptibly, and said with a solemn expression: "Officials who are greedy for money, salt and iron, go to and from the Canghe River and go down to the Wujiang River. Most of them use food, tea, and silk as shields to hide their eyes from others. …”