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

Hearing Wei Tingxun's voice, Song Xiang hurriedly stood up and said at a loss: "Sorry, I thought Taro came in and neglected you. Don't be angry."

"Miss Song, you don't have to be so polite to me!" Wei Tingxun lowered his eyebrows slightly and suddenly turned into a fragile hook-and-loop porcelain vase, looking extremely disappointed.

Song Xiang hurriedly took the plate, took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He was so anxious to eat that he almost choked. After eating, he said with approval: "It's delicious!"

"Really?" Wei Tingxun raised his head suddenly and asked with a hint of probing in his eyebrows.

Song Xiang nodded and said, "It's really delicious!"

"Since Miss Song likes it, I will make it for you to eat!"

Song Xiang was completely unaware of the ambiguity Wei Tingxun said, and was afraid of hurting his sensitive mind. He tried his best to say in a gentle tone: "Don't call me Miss Song. From now on, call me Song Xiang!"

"Song Xiang!"

"Hey! That's right!" Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As for the pastries, just ask the servants to make them. Don't do everything yourself, so as not to hurt your hands."

Wei Tingxun's ears were slightly red and he said softly: "Tingxun doesn't want to trouble others with this trivial matter!"

Song Xiang had no choice but to hold the plate in front of Wei Tingxun and said, "You can try it too, let's eat together!"

"Okay!" Wei Tingxun picked up a piece of snack, put it slowly to his lips, and took a small bite. His movements were extremely graceful, showing the demeanor of an official.

Song Xiang looked at it and found it pleasing to the eye. He couldn't help but take a piece and eat it after him.

Because of sleeping in the open air and eating fast food, Wei Tingxun's lips were not rosy at all, but rather looked a little sickly pale.

Song Xiang stared blankly at the opening and closing mouth in front of him, and said with some distress: "Mr. Wei, I think you are a little anemic. Please eat more meat in the future!"

"What is anemia?" Wei Tingxun raised his eyes and saw Song Xiang staring at his mouth, and couldn't help but blush, "Song Xiang..."

"You can eat first, I'm going back to my room..."

After saying this, Wei Tingxun's breathing became messy, he turned around and ran away in shame.

Song Xiang reacted belatedly, patted his head and said, "Look at me! He was so stunned that he forgot what era he was in, and he looked at people without any scruples. He must have misunderstood!"

When Wei Tingxun returned to his room, he felt confused when he thought of the bizarre dream he had that night at Qingying Temple.

At that time, Song Xiang said that he was willing to pay to help her bury her mother and father. God knows how excited he was. At that moment, she was like a god sent by Buddha, and she suddenly saved him.

It's like a fish in a rut suddenly encounters the rain and gets a glimmer of hope.

He thought that his appearance was impeccable and he was considered to be of the upper average in the capital. However, when he said he was willing to commit himself to her, Song Xiang rejected him.

She could obviously repay the favor, she could obviously accept it, but she didn't.

No man would be tempted by such a reserved girl...

Wei Tingxun bit his lower lip and thought blankly: Song Xiang, don't let me down...

It wasn't until the clapper sounded that the clock struck, that Wei Tingxun blew out the lamp with a heavy heart.

The next day, Zhou Yanzhen wore a new green shirt and came to see Song Xiang early.

"Sister Song Xiang, have you finished eating?"

Song Xiang just packed up and was ready to read a book before setting off, but Zhou Yanzhen couldn't wait a moment longer.

"Sister Zhou, it's still early, what are you in a hurry for?"

Zhou Yanzhen chuckled: "We're gone early, let's go to the next door and see the young master from aristocratic families!"

"No!" Song Xiang pressed his eyebrows and stopped him, "What's the difference between this kind of behavior and that of a disciple? I'm afraid our reputation will be ruined in less than half a day!"

"OK then!"

Zhou Yanzhen sighed sadly, feeling a little weak.

Song Xiang called Taro and told her: "You should take good care of the two young masters at home, and tell them that I am going to attend the garden poetry party."

"Okay, miss, just go ahead with peace of mind!"

Song Xiang and Zhou Yanzhen walked out of the Liang family's gate, each rode a Liang family horse, and rode side by side toward the Shen family's peony garden in the southern suburbs.

The weather was sunny today, and the sun slowly rose from the east, shining warmly on the two of them, and they suddenly felt in a good mood.

Zhou Yanzhen rode on the horse and said energetically: "Sister Song Xiang, what do you think I should do if a young master from Fucheng takes a fancy to me?"

"You can do it!" Song Xiang looked at the bustling crowds on both sides of the street and smiled wantonly, "We are going to a poetry meeting, not a blind date banquet!"

...

The Ronggui family, the prefect of Xuanyang Prefecture.

Luo Yijian sat in Rong Qiuli's study, pestering Rong Qiuli, shaking his arm and saying: "Qiu Li, just come with me!"

Rong Qiuli closed the book helplessly and said, "It's not appropriate for me to go to such an occasion!"

"Why is it inappropriate!" Luo Yijian hurriedly persuaded, "You are representing yourself here, not Aunt Rong, what is inappropriate! Just let me go!"

Rong Qiuli pondered for a long time and said, "Okay, I'll let you go!"

"But we agreed in advance not to expose my identity!"

Luo Yijian readily agreed, picked up the curtain hat on the nanmu hook and handed it to Rong Qiuli, urging in a low voice: "Let's go quickly!"

...

In front of the peony garden of the Shen family in the southern suburbs, there are girls wearing blue shirts. There are many Confucian scholars among them, but there are also many scholars who have achieved fame.

Next door, in front of the gate of Shen Yuan, there was an endless stream of cars and horses, and those who came down were all young men from the major families in the city. They were dressed in fancy clothes, greeting each other and chatting, which was much more lively than the Peony Garden.

When Luo Yijian and Rong Qiuli arrived in a carriage, many young men from aristocratic families were already inside.

A young man who knew Luo Yijian hurriedly and respectfully invited him in.

Rows of well-proportioned red walls blocked everyone’s view.

Song Xiang and Zhou Yanzhen entered the garden, passed through the hand corridor and entered a courtyard with guest rooms.

"It's really big here!"

The female servant of the Shen family walked and said: "Please come with the two ladies, and then go through another courtyard to the peony garden."

Song Xiang stepped forward to follow the Shen family girls, watching as they walked, and unknowingly arrived at the peony garden.

As soon as I entered, before I could stand still, I heard a lot of exclamations coming from the flower viewing corridor opposite.

Before Song Xiang could figure out what was going on, he vaguely heard the young masters asking each other: "Whose girl is that? Her appearance is too outstanding."

Zhou Yanzhen came close to Song Xiang and said: "This flower viewing gallery is said to be built next door, with high pavilions, but every word and every action of the girls can be seen by the young master above. It is no different from a blind date party."

"It's up to them, we just need to restrain our behavior." Song Xiang said with a smile.