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

"It's all you! It's all you who harmed my eldest sister! You stole my family's property and killed my eldest sister. Why can you stand here unharmed? Is there any law in this world?"

The man from the brothel had his hands on his waist and said angrily: "What does it mean that the slave family killed your eldest sister? What you agreed with me, when it comes to your mouth, it becomes that the slave family is greedy for your eldest sister's property. You don't even look at us." What kind of place is this? Who can enter the gate of our courtyard without money!"

The brothel man refers to the Xingyuan as the Goulan Pavilion Liuxianyuan behind him.

The ten-year-old boy cried more and more helplessly, and could only yell at the brothel man for being shameless.

People around were talking a lot, and a woman couldn't stand it anymore, so she came out to speak for the boy and said, "This prostitute must be spared, please spare her life. She's already lost her life. Why are you talking so sarcastically here?"

Another woman echoed: "That's right, why did the money go into your pocket? The child said that his eldest sister stayed in your room day and night and got sick. Since you have the friendship in the past, then forget it. Regardless of anything else, you have to return other people’s property, right?”

After hearing this, the man from the brothel immediately said like a rooster with fried feathers: "Oh, you don't care about the heaven and the earth, but you are also involved in the affairs of the prostitute's room? You must be a slave with a cruel heart to force you to say this. Did you bring her into the slave room?"

"If she can't control her subordinates, she can't control her brains? There are no prostitutes in the building who have been in love for a while, and they all have different things, so why bother to blame the slave family like you, a crooked sect? Do you have to ask the slave family to build a chastity memorial for a dead person? ?"

"It's incredible, people have already lost their lives, and the prostitutes in Liuxianxingyuan are still so arrogant. It's really the wrong way of the world!"

"Oh, who says it's not the case? I feel sorry for this kid!"

The ten-year-old boy listened to the words of the people around him and cried loudly: "Please kind-hearted aunts, please help my eldest sister, wuwuwu..."

"Who is making a noise here!"

The crowd gave way from the outside, and a group of patrolling guards holding long knives walked in.

The leading city patrol officer looked at the body on the straw mat, looked around and asked, "What happened?"

A good-hearted woman came forward and muttered something to the city patrol officer. Seeing this, the city patrol officer immediately ordered the people around him: "Go and take away all the people involved!"

"Here!"

Two guards stepped forward to lift the body, and the other guards detained the red shepherd. The patrol officer took the boy and left the place quickly.

Zhou Yanzhen took a long breath and said with mixed feelings in her heart: "They say prostitutes are ruthless. They are always welcoming and escorting her to the middle school, and they are used to making fun of every situation. It is true!"

Song Xiang said seriously: "From now on, if you are looking for a clean shopkeeper, don't look for a red shopkeeper. If you contract any disease, you won't even have time to cry!"

"What Sister Song Xiang said is, you will gain wisdom after every experience you take!"

"Can these words still be used in this way?" Song Xiang shook his head helplessly and called Zhou Yanzhen, "Let's go back. We have to attend the garden poetry party tomorrow!"

Zhou Yanzhen became excited when she heard about the poetry meeting. She strode up to follow Song Xiang and said nonstop: "Tomorrow I can see the young masters from the major families. I'm really excited!"

"Those young masters are more noble than the nobles. If I can catch a glimpse of their appearance, my trip to the city will not be in vain!"

Song Xiang smiled and joked: "I think you have turned a deaf ear to the words of Master and Luo Jiaoyu!"

"Hey, there's nothing I can do about it, sister Song Xiang, you know this is the kind of virtue I have!"

...

Luo Jiaoyu's study room.

When Luo Yijian saw Song Xiang and the others leaving, he immediately walked up to Luo Jiaoyu and squeezed his shoulders attentively: "Mother, who is the girl who left just now?"

"Are you talking about Song Xiang and the others?" Luo Jiaoyu said with half-squinted eyes, "They are students of my old classmates. They came to Fucheng this time to take the scientific examination!"

Luo Yijian snorted and asked casually: "How are those two girls educated? Are they sure they will be admitted as scholars?"

"Hey you brat!" Luo Jiaoyu took off Luo Yijian's hand and glared, "You came here to tell me this, right?"

"Go, go, play with your father, don't hang around in front of me!"

"Mother!" Luo Yijian snorted, walked to a stool on one side and sat down with heavy steps.

Angry, Luo Jiaoyu immediately admonished: "How many times have I told you to pay attention to the etiquette when walking, but you just don't listen. Are you deliberately irritating me?"

Luo Yijian pouted and said, "No one can look at me in my own home. Mother, can't you be more lenient to me?"

"You brat, you came here to talk back to me on purpose, right?"

"No way!" Thinking of tomorrow's garden poetry party, Luo Yijian smiled again and said, "Mother, my child is here to discuss things with you!"

"What to discuss?"

"That's it, Mother!" Luo Yijian took out an invitation and handed it to Luo Jiaoyu, and said to himself, "The Shen family is going to hold a poetry party in the Peony Garden in the southern suburbs, and has invited Confucian scholars and scholars from all over the city to participate. In order to make the banquet more lively, her family also held a banquet in the flower viewing gallery next door, and invited unmarried young men from major aristocratic families to come and enjoy the scenery."

"Enjoy the scenery and have fun?" Luo Jiaoyu said in an unhappy tone, "I'm afraid it's not for the young masters of the Shen family to choose wives!"

"Mother is really clever!"

"Hey, this Shen family is really doing everything possible, except for making the choice of wife explicit. How unseemly is it to hold such a banquet in broad daylight! Don't go! Just stay at home with peace of mind!"

"Mother!" Luo Yijian pursed his lips and said unhappily, "Those young men who have received the invitation will go to the banquet tomorrow. How could they miss such a good opportunity to choose a wife? Only you, Mother, will not May the child be gone!"

Luo Jiaoyu sighed and said, "I am doing it for your own good. As a man, how can I show my face in the presence of my daughter-in-law? If those girls see your face, wouldn't I lose my old face?"

"Mother, we are staying on the flower viewing corridor. If you can't see your face clearly, just let the child go!"

Luo Jiaoyu was pestered and had no choice but to relent: "Let's see tomorrow!"

"If there are other young masters coming tomorrow, please don't stop me!"

Luo Yijian smiled and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, mother, for helping my child!"

Luo Jiaoyu asked angrily: "Will Qiu Li leave tomorrow?"

How could he go?

Luo Yijian cursed and said randomly: "My child has never asked Qiu Li. I don't know if he will go. I think he will go!"

...

After Song Xiang and Zhou Yanzhen returned to the guest house, they went straight to the room to review today's new strategies.

After a while, there were three knocks on the door.

Song Xiang thought it was taro, so he said without raising his head: "Come in!"

Wei Tingxun carried a plate of dim sum that didn't look very good, walked to Song Xiang's table and said, "Miss Song, Tingxun has nothing to do. He learned the art of making peach blossom cake from the cook of the Liang family. Try it and see if you like it." dislike?"

"Eh? Peach blossom cake?"