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

When Jiang Lan said it before, Song Xiang was unwilling, but now that Jiang Qingyan said it, she had to agree.

"Okay, I promise you to bring it here."

Jiang Qingyan stroked Song Xiang's cheek and said, "How do you plan to respond to Mr. Rong's matter?"

Song Xiang paused while playing with Jiang Qingyan's hair and said softly: "Master Rong has shown me the kindness of saving my life. If he asks me to marry him for saving my life, I will definitely not be able to refuse him out of morality."

"Now his reputation has been damaged by Xu Niao. Although no one knows, he must have a knot in his heart. Ayan thinks, what should I do?"

There was a hint of hurt in Jiang Qingyan's eyes: "Logically speaking, as the head husband of his wife, he shouldn't feel jealous, but when I think of more and more men in the back house, I feel very sad and can't be happy."

"Master Wife, all the men in this world have their own difficulties. They admire the Master Wife, so they cannot marry all of them."

"It's just that Mr. Rong is the son of the magistrate after all, and he has deep knowledge in the city and many methods. If the wife refuses, he will come up with other tricks. My wife, he makes me feel in danger."

Song Xiang laughed: "You were born in the capital, you have read a lot of books since you were a child, and you were taught by your mother-in-law. How can you still be afraid of others?"

"But..." Jiang Qingyan sighed, "What he wants to compete with me is the wife's favor. How can I remain indifferent?"

"Ayan, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Let's not worry about these things that haven't happened yet. Just know that in my heart, I admire you very much. That's fine."

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "Forget it, I, Jiang Qingyan, am not incapable of tolerating others. I can tolerate the Young Master of the Shen family, how can I not tolerate the Young Master of the Prefecture!"

Song Xiang pecked Jiang Qingyan's lips and said distressedly: "I've wronged you!"

"Ayan, I brought you some snacks from Xuanyang on the way here. Go try them as soon as you get up from bed!"

"Okay!" Jiang Qingyan opened his lips and smiled as he ordered Shuangming who was guarding outside: "Prepare water!"

Shuangming responded in a low voice and immediately prepared water.

After a while, Shuangming walked out after the bucket behind the screen was filled with water.

Jiang Qingyan picked up Song Xiang and put her into the tub, bathed and changed her clothes, and then went in to take a bath.

Song Xiang sat on the stool and waited, feeling a little sleepy. After a while, Jiang Qingyan put on his clothes and walked out.

He ordered Shuang Ming outside: "Replace the crotch on the couch!"

Jiang Qingyan fixed Song Xiangwan's hair, and then the two of them went to the outer room to eat.

"I heard that the prefect is holding a spring banquet tomorrow. Has the wife thought of a poem of thanks?"

Song Xiang's eyes flashed under his eyebrows, revealing a hint of cunning: "Ayan wants to know?"

Jiang Qingyan nodded.

"If you want to know, you can wear your hat tomorrow and wait for me in Changchun Garden!"

Jiang Qingyan smiled warmly and said, "You actually hid it from your husband!"

"Okay! Then I will definitely go to the venue to support my wife tomorrow!"

Song Xiang finished dinner with Jiang Qingyan before reluctantly saying goodbye.

I went out to buy some food for the husbands at home, got on the horse and drove home.

...

Lu Zechuan's stab wound healed a little, and Feng Mian and Wei Tingxun also came over from time to time to relieve his boredom. He was a little awkward at first, but after seeing how much they cared about him, he slowly accepted this kindness.

Wei Tingxun said in a dull voice: "I don't know when the wife will come back?"

"You miss me so much?" Song Xiang came in with something in both hands and said carelessly, "Since Ting Xun misses me the most, how about I rest in Ting Xun's room tonight?"

Wei Tingxun's cheeks turned slightly red: "My wife, you really shame me."

Lu Zechuan didn't say that his back hurt. He hummed a few times and didn't say anything.

Only Feng Mian raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xiang sadly before lowering his head again.

The days at Qingdeng Ancient Buddha were not boring in the past. Ever since I had sex with Song Xiang, I missed her so much that I couldn't help but blush every time I recalled the scene of that night.

He desperately wanted her and wanted to possess her, but due to his personality, he didn't want to tell the truth, so he had to endure it.

He only hopes that his wife will favor him.

"I brought some food from outside for you three, try it and see if it tastes good!"

Song Xiang greeted with a smile while unwrapping the oil paper.

Wei Tingxun reached for a piece of Hu cake and chewed it carefully.

When Feng Mian saw this, he also took a piece and ate it calmly. Song Xiang took a bunch of roasted mutton for Lu Zechuan and fed it to him personally.

"Eat more meat and see if your back can grow back quickly!"

Seeing that Song Xiang treated him differently than others, Lu Zechuan felt a sense of sweetness in his heart and ate slowly.

After the three of them had eaten, they asked Dengzhu to clean up and bring water to wash up.

Feng Mian and Wei Tingxun went to their respective rooms to bathe and change clothes. Only Song Xiang stayed to take care of Lu Zechuan.

"Master Wife, didn't you say you were going to Mr. Wei's room?" Seeing Song Xiang wiping his hands, he couldn't help but feel jealous, "Why don't you go?"

Song Xiang curled his lips: "Didn't you urge me to accompany Ting Xun earlier? Why are you jealous again?"

"I'm just jealous!"

"Okay, okay!" Song Xiang said dotingly, "I will stay with you more from now on, because you are a casualty!"

"How about letting Mo Fan serve you tonight?"

Lu Zechuan nodded reluctantly: "Go ahead and don't keep Mr. Wei waiting!"

Song Xiang sighed helplessly. Lu Zechuan was injured and his mind became more sensitive, but she couldn't always stay with him and ignore Wei Tingxun.

She tucked in the brocade quilt for Lu Zechuan, put down the bed curtain, and walked out slowly.

After giving instructions to Mo Fan at the door, she could go to Ting Xun's room with confidence.

Wei Tingxun's current mood was not much worse than the last time Feng Mian slept with him. He nervously folded his hands and sat on the couch, waiting for Song Xiang to come over.

I rinsed my mouth several times during the process.

When Song Xianghe came to the door and entered the inner room, he did not dare to get up to greet Song Xiang.

"Ting Xun, are you afraid of me?"

"My wife, it's not that I'm afraid of you." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "I'm just a little nervous about having to serve my wife all of a sudden..."

Song Xiang walked to the couch and knelt down, took off his shoes for him, held his ankles, and gently lifted his legs to the couch.

Then he began to take off his robe and unbutton his leather boots.

She was extremely tired after being pestered by Jiang Qingyan all afternoon today. She stayed with Wei Tingxun tonight just to soothe his lonely heart and not scare him at night.

After lying on the couch, she hugged Wei Tingxun and said softly: "Go to sleep, I'm with you."

Wei Tingxun stiffened, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

He was a little annoyed: Why are you nervous? Now that the thing you dreamed of is so close, why are you still holding back.

Song Xiang half-closed his eyes, not knowing that there was a war between heaven and man going on in Wei Tingxun's heart.

After a while, he leaned slumped in Song Xiang's arms and said discouragedly: "My wife, how are you doing tomorrow night?"

"What tomorrow night?" Song Xiang agreed vaguely, "Okay, I will stay with you tomorrow night."