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

Jiang Lan said very seriously: "Song Xiang, I can help you find your biological mother and father. Please see if you are willing to bring over the intimate clothes you used when you were a baby, and I will look for them myself."

"How dare you work for the Jiang family!" Song Xiangcheng took half a step back in fear, and said tangledly, "If the Jiang family is willing to take this trouble for me, then I will send someone to fetch these clothes."

Jiang Lan nodded in agreement and said, "That's very good."

Song Xiang was about to resign when he suddenly remembered that his grandmother wanted to meet Jiang Qingyan, and said to Jiang Lan sincerely: "My grandmother heard about Ayan and I and wanted to meet Ayan. Master Jiang, look at this..."

Jiang Lan said very politely: "The etiquette cannot be discarded. Yan'er should really go with you to meet your family!"

"pearl!"

The maid named Pearl responded respectfully from outside the door.

Jiang Lan directly ordered: "Go buy a cart of gifts and follow Yan'er and the others to the Song family!"

"Here!"

Song Xiang and Jiang Qingyan excused themselves from Jiang Lan and went out to Jiang Qingyan's wing.

Jiang Qingyan took off the jade pendant he carried with him and gave it to Song Xiang: "My wife, how about I give you this jade pendant as a token?"

Song Xiang shook his head and said: "A gentleman doesn't want to take off his jade for no reason, so you should keep it on!"

"But…"

Jiang Qingyan wanted to persuade him again, but Song Xiang politely refused: "Ayan can buy another gift as a token for me!"

"A gift?" Jiang Qingyan's eyes lit up and he said happily: "I have thought of what to buy for my wife."

Song Xiang asked him what it was, but he refused to say.

After a while of tea, Jiang Qingyan asked Song Xiang, "Aren't you going to the academy this afternoon?"

"It's the same with you teaching me." Song Xiang explained with a smile, "I have to accompany you to my house to visit my grandmother in the afternoon, so I'll just delay it all afternoon."

Jiang Qingyan smiled warmly and told Shuangming: "Go down and talk to Taro and ask her to go to the school to ask for leave."

Seeing Shuangming close the door and go out, Jiang Qingyan walked towards Song Xiang, took her hand and took her to the bed to sit down. He said in a seductive voice: "My wife, your bun is a little messy today. Why don't you let me as husband?" Let me try to hold your hair back."

Song Xiang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

Jiang Qingyan turned his eyes and said, "My wife's inner clothes are a little askew. Why don't you untie your husband's girdle and tidy it up for you?"

Song Xiang pursed his lips and smiled: "Nothing, I won't go to school."

Jiang Qingyan squeezed towards Song Xiang, sat down next to Song Xiang, and exhaled softly to Song Xiang: "My wife, do you not like Ayan anymore, and you don't want Ayan to help you sort it out?" clothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyan's hand pulled on the belt of the girdle, and Song Xiang's green shirt worn by Confucian scholars opened up without any surprise.

Song Xiang was startled, held Jiang Qingyan's restless hand and said, "Ayan, don't make trouble!"

Jiang Qingyan said with affectionate eyebrows: "My wife~ Ayan misses you~"

Song Xiang finally understood what Jiang Qingyan meant and hurriedly stopped him: "Ayan, you can't..."

Jiang Qingyan still untied his girdle, his smile could not be suppressed and spread to the end of his eyes, and he said to Song Xiang with a longing look on his face: "Why not?"

"Who do you think is having fun on the mat during the day?" Song Xiang touched his nose and pretended to be calm, "What you did yesterday was a last resort. Today, Ayan doesn't want to..."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Qingyan hugged Song Xiang into his arms, inserted his long slender hands into his gown, and fiercely pulled off Song Xiang's trousers.

Song Xiang's legs felt cold and he exclaimed sweetly: "Ayan, please don't be confused. Wait until we go to the Yamen to sign a marriage contract before we can enjoy the pleasure of Duke Zhou. What do you think?"

Jiang Qingyan pushed Song Xiang down and whispered softly: "You don't have to worry about the marriage contract. My mother-in-law will take care of the matter. You only need to worry about how to satisfy me. My wife, how can you enjoy the joy of flying a phoenix?" Can you bear it?"

"Ayan, your mother is still next door, don't be rash!"

"So what?" Jiang Qingyan was so excited at this moment that he tore off his girdle and couldn't help but cling to Song Xiang.

"Well!"

Song Xiang groaned, almost flying into the sky with pleasure.

Jiang Qingyan said with a wicked smile: "Look, the wife says she doesn't want it, but her body is very honest."

Song Xiang lay on the bed with his head raised, looking helpless. Finally, half-pushed and half-successful, he made love with Jiang Qingyan. After a while, Song Xiang stood up and punished Jiang Qingyan severely.

"Ayan, my wife will teach you how to be an obedient husband today!"

At this time, Jiang Qingyan didn't know how powerful Song Xiang was. After a while, he grabbed the quilt tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

"My wife, please spare me, I don't dare to do it anymore..."

"late!"

The two of them were in love with each other, and the room was full of love.

Half an hour later, Song Xiang got up, put on his coat, and walked to the bronze mirror to straighten his bun.

Jiang Qingyan stood up belatedly, put on his outer robe, walked over from the bed, put his arms around Song Xiang behind his back and said, "My wife, if you meet a better man in the future, will you separate from me?"

Song Xiang stopped arranging his hair and said dotingly, "You are my first wife. If I were to be separated from you, I would not cry to death. Be good, and don't think too much."

Jiang Qingyan let go of his hand and helped Song Xiang adjust her hair. The two of them spent half a stick of incense before opening the door and calling Shuang Ming in.

"Sir, Sister Pearl has been waiting for a long time."

Song Xiang's face turned red when he heard this. If he said this, his future mother-in-law would definitely know what they were doing in the wing room.

Hey, what should I do if I feel a little ashamed?

After putting on Jiang Qingyan's curtain hat, Song Xiang led him downstairs and onto the Jiang family's carriage, with Taro driving the horse behind him.

Jiang Qingyan squeezed Song Xiang's hand nervously and asked: "Honey, how are you doing, grandma? This is the first time I've met someone other than the Jiang family..."

Song Xiang held Jiang Qingyan in his arms and whispered: "Not only do you want to see my grandmother, you also want to see my father!"

"Do you want to see your father again?"

"Yes, the ugly husband always wants to see the king's father!"

Hearing this, Jiang Qingyan bit Song Xiang like a punishment, and said helplessly: "My wife, you are the only one who dares to say that I am ugly~"

"Who in Kyoto's Morning and Night City wouldn't praise me for my handsomeness~"

"I'm not joking!" Song Xiang rubbed Jiang Qingyan's chin and said affectionately, "Ayan is so beautiful, I even want to hide you~"

Talking and laughing, the carriage quickly arrived at Xipingfang.

Song Xiang helped Jiang Qingyan get out of the car and told Taro who was walking behind him: "Go to the main room and report to my father that I brought my husband home!"

"Ah? Husband?" Taro was a little confused. After secretly glancing at Jiang Qingyan, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Okay, little one, let's go right now!"

"Let's go! Ayan!" Song Xiang wanted to hold Jiang Qingyan's hand, but he pulled back. She raised her eyes in confusion.

Jiang Qingyan said seriously: "My wife, this is not etiquette. I have to meet my grandmother and my father in a while!"