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

Song Xiang hesitated.

Tan Ao, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, said: "You have become the son-in-law of Magistrate Rong, and the young masters upstairs have nothing to do with you. You don't have to be taboo, let's go!"

Song Xiang could only awkwardly follow Tan Nuo to the direction of the pavilion.

He didn't notice the pale and somewhat lost face of Du Liniang behind him.

Jiang Lan hid in the darkness and said to the entourage beside him: "Rong Gui's courage is really getting bigger and bigger!"

The attendant whispered: "How dare she set her sights on your son-in-law? This is the worst crime!"

Jiang Lan smiled, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

Following Tan Nuo, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, all the way up to the third floor, a boy brought the Four Treasures of the Study. Song Xiang quickly laid out the rice paper, picked up a pen and wrote "Jinjinjiu".

It took about a stick of incense for Song Xiang to finish writing. When the last stroke was finished, Tan Nuo, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, could not recover for a long time.

"Majestic and majestic, this poem is simply a masterpiece of the ages!"

Song Xiang did not dare to stay for a long time, so he said goodbye to her: "Sir, I won't stay here any longer, so as not to offend others, I will go down below to meet some of my friends."

"Yes! You go!"

Tan Ao, the headmaster of Taihua Academy, did not stick to Song Xiang when he got the poem, but waved his hand without raising his eyebrows.

A boy led Song Xiang downstairs. At the corner of the second floor, Song Xiang was violently pulled and fell into the arms of a young master.

The young man heard the noise and turned his head. Song Xiang hurriedly distanced himself and looked up. The young master in front of him was Jiang Qingyan.

Although he was wearing a curtain hat, Song Xiang recognized him at a glance.

"Ayan, are you here specially to wait for me?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Qingyan looked tired and said with a sense of helplessness in his voice, "My wife is about to become the son-in-law of the prefect, how can I still sit still?"

The boy seemed to have heard some big secret. He was so shocked that he did not dare to raise his head, for fear of harming himself.

After a while, he relented and said: "Go ahead, I will settle the score with you in the afternoon!"

The word "settling accounts" was a bit ambiguous. Song Xiang opened his mouth and moved his lips: "Ayan, I'm sorry for you!"

"Go quickly, you know I don't care!"

Song Xiang turned back downstairs step by step. She walked to the crowd with a heavy heart and looked towards the pavilion. Jiang Qingyan was no longer there.

"Sister Song Xiang, how are you? Have you met your husband?"

Song Xiang smiled: "There are so many young masters above, and I am a foreign daughter, how can I see them?"

Jiang Wanyin immediately forgot about this incident and talked to her about the poem he had just written: "Sister Song Xiang, you don't know how snobbish these scholars are. Seeing you reciting an eternal masterpiece, the expression on your face is amazing. Wonderful!"

"Especially that Chen Shiyuan!"

Song Xiang wondered: "I have no enmity with her, so why is she jealous of me?"

"I guess you feel that sister Song Xiang, your poems are so brilliant that you have stolen her limelight!"

"Boring!" Song Xiang snorted coldly, and her impression of Chen Shiyuan became even worse. She took a drink from the wine cup and said, "That Du Liniang's poems are also very good!"

Tan Yan said with a smile: "I think the poems written by Sister Song Xiang are full of thoughts and are completely natural!"

Song Xiang thanked Tan Yan for the compliment and asked her softly: "Sister Tan Yan, have you thought about it? Do you want to go to Fengbian for some fun?"

"Go! Why don't you go!" Tan Yan had already asked Tan Nuo, and now that she saw that Song Xiang was related to the prefect, she was naturally more interested. "Sister Song Xiang kindly invited me, how could I not go?"

"If you set a good date, you must inform me!"

Song Xiang smiled and said: "I plan to set off the day after tomorrow, and we will meet at the city gate then."

"Okay! See you there!"

Jiang Wanyin was ready to make a move: "If Yunwen couldn't live without me, I would also like to visit Fengbian!"

Song Xiang comforted her and said, "Wait until next time! You should just stay at ease with your sweetheart!"

The three of them ate and drank together. After they had eaten and drank enough, they left the garden together.

Song Xiang remembered Jiang Qingyan, said goodbye to the two of them, went to the side door, and found a hidden corner to wait for Jiang Qingyan.

After a while, he and Rong Qiuli walked out one after another.

Song Xiang couldn't wait to step forward and called him softly: "Ayan!"

Jiang Qingyan paused and looked at Song Xiang, who was coming from a distance, waving his whip, and walked a few steps. Thinking that Rong Qiuli was following behind him, he turned back and said, "Master Rong, why don't you take a step forward?"

Rong Qiuli was unmoved and said: "Master Jiang's current status makes it difficult for him to ride a horse. Why not let Song Xiang abandon the horse and ride in the carriage with us?"

Jiang Qingyan knew what Rong Qiuli was thinking and couldn't refuse. Although he wanted to be alone with Song Xiang,...

Song Xiang got off the horse, threw the whip to Shuang Ming, and said with a smile: "You two gentlemen, please get on the carriage!"

You can't stand here all the time and let other young masters take advantage of you secretly!

Rong Qiuli made an invitation gesture to Jiang Qingyan, and after Jiang Qingyan got on the carriage, he followed closely.

Song Xiang opened the curtain and went in, sitting on the left side. He happened to be face to face with Rong Qiuli on the right. The atmosphere was very awkward.

"Miss Song, my mother-in-law's forced marriage just now was not what I wanted and has caused trouble to you and Mr. Jiang. I'm very sorry. When I get home, I will inform my mother-in-law and ask her to avoid this marriage! "

Song Xiang raised his eyes and glanced at Rong Qiuli, wondering: Is what he said sincere or false?

The corner of Jiang Qingyan's mouth twitched, and he secretly scolded Rong Qiuli for being too narrow-minded. He always liked to play tricks of retreating in order to advance, and he always set traps for his wife in front of him. Wasn't it because he wanted his approval as a real husband?

He frowned and said in a cold voice: "Since Magistrate Rong has forced the wife to marry him in front of so many people, how can it be possible to let the matter go? Master Rong, please don't make the wife embarrassed again!"

"Is it possible that Mr. Rong doesn't want to marry his wife?" Jiang Qingyan asked deliberately.

Rong Qiuli choked and said after a moment: "I didn't mean that!"

Song Xiang lowered his head, pursed his lips, raised his eyes again, and regained his calm look: "Mr. Rong, I have many husbands, and I will marry a son of the Shen family in a while. Even so, you are willing to marry I?"

When Rong Qiuli was surprised why Song Xiang wanted to marry Shen Yubai, Song Xiang calmly held Jiang Qingyan's hand and comforted him in his own way.

"Are you sure you won't regret it?"

Rong Qiuli was startled and said: "In matters of engagement, we always obey the orders of our mother and father, and the words of the matchmaker. As the son of the magistrate, how can Qiu Li break the etiquette?"

This was because Song Xiang was not married. Jiang Qingyan's eyes twinkled uncontrollably.

"My wife, when you return to Fengbian this time, tell your grandmother about the prefect's engagement to you, so that she won't worry about it. There are also father and brothers. I can't accompany you, so I can only let you handle these things. Got it!"