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

Sang Wan was a little surprised: "You even know about this?"

Then he said lightly: "There is such a thing, but only the major temples have received the letter from the capital. How did the public know about it!"

Song Xiang laughed and said, "There is no airtight wall in the world. Sang Wan should tell me why Master Wuchen suddenly came to Xuanyang, right?"

"Did something big happen?"

Sang Wan was also very puzzled: "Master Wuchen has the true biography of Master Demo Deng. He is an extremely noble national teacher in our dynasty. If there is no big event, it is usually impossible to leave the capital. But this time he suddenly said that he would come to Xuanyang. There must be some purpose!”

"It's possible that it was authorized by Her Majesty the Empress!"

"It's not like the preaching and chanting of scriptures taught in temples. I have countless temples in various prefectures and counties. Why doesn't Master Wuchen go to other prefectures and counties, but comes to Xuanyang alone?"

"I am very doubtful about this too!"

Song Xiang clicked his tongue softly: "I don't know why, but when I heard them talking about Master Wuchen, I always felt a little uneasy in my heart, as if something bad was going to happen!"

Sang Wan comforted Song Xiang and said, "Don't scare yourself. We have nothing to do with Master Wuchen, so why should we be afraid of him?"

"On your side, you look bad. Have you not slept well in recent days?"

Song Xiang touched his face and said with an awkward smile: "I guess I didn't sleep well on the way, so it's okay!"

In fact, in my heart: Every day I either stay in the confinement room or have a bridal chamber with my cousin Jining. It’s amazing that I can sleep well!

A wry smile flashed across Song Xiang's face: "Is it so obvious?"

Sang Wan smiled slightly: "It's quite obvious!"

"Song Xiang, write another poem for me!"

Song Xiang did not refuse, and waited until Sang Wan laid out the rice paper before he took up the pen and wrote a song "Ye Qin" by Bai Juyi.

"Shu Paulownia wood is solid in nature, Chu silk sound has clear rhyme, the tune is played slowly and gently, dozens of sounds are heard late at night, it is tasteless to the ears, and the heart is full of feelings, it makes you do it yourself, and you don't want anyone to listen to it!"

Sang Wan asked in disbelief: "I love playing the piano, so was this piano poem written for me?"

Song Xiangdan smiled and said nothing: "This is written for those who love the piano!"

Sang Wan said happily: "You said you don't know how to play the piano, yet you can write such good poems!"

Song Xiang shook his head and said: "I really don't understand Qin, I just borrow the skills of my predecessors to express my own ideas!"

"Sang Wan, I'm going back. I'll see you another day!"

Sang Wan bit her lip and suddenly calmed down: "I wonder, Song Xiang... when will you come to see me again?"

When... Sang Wan doesn't know...

He must have been very busy recently, and Song Xiang really didn't have time to visit Chuntai Pavilion.

He could only reply vaguely: "How about we meet again on the Buddha Bathing Festival?"

Sang Wan nodded, his eyes fixed on Song Xiang, watching Song Xiang get up and leave. He chased her to the railing, looked down, and watched her slowly disappear into the stairs.

Why do people who know each other have different identities...

Sang Wan let out a long sigh...

Song Xiang left Chuntai Pavilion and was not in a hurry to return to Liang Mansion. She walked along the street and observed the shops and restaurants on both sides, rejecting her previous idea of ​​opening a ready-made clothing store!

She decided to open a beauty parlor that would serve boudoir men and was only open to men.

As a scholar, she certainly couldn't do business, so she would have to let cousin Jin Ning and Lu Zechuan take charge of the management of the beauty salon.

She even thought of a name, and it was called Beauty Shop.

...

After returning to the Liang family, Song Xiang called several husbands to Lu Zechuan's room to discuss opening a beauty salon.

It's April now, and the flowers are in bloom. She can collect various flowers to purify and make essential oils!

You can also use pig pancreas to make soaps with various scents and sell them.

The specific production method is to use washed pig pancreas, grind it into powder, add soy flour spices, mix it with aromatic alkali, and press it into a mold to look like a modern soap.

As for spices, you can add peony, osmanthus, peach blossom, pear blossom, etc...

It would be even better if there are honey locust trees or soapberry trees in the surrounding mountains. You can also mix these with medicinal materials and sell them as shampoo.

Song Xiang thought about countless formulas for making shampoo, and finally decided on the following formula: Platycladus orientalis leaves, ginger, Eclipta lucidum, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum, Soapberry, Sophora flavescens, and Saponaria saponaria.

After these things are boiled to a thick consistency and cooled, they can be put into porcelain bottles!

In addition to these, Song Xiang can also make perfume and sell it...

Song Xiang told everyone his proposal and the method of making it.

Unexpectedly, he received strong support from her husband. Xu Jining immediately wrote home and asked his father to bring some much-needed spices and medicinal materials.

Feng Mian sat silently, and after a while he said: "If the wife opens a rouge shop and sells these things, it may be feasible. If the man from the boudoir is invited to come out for beautification, it may be harder than reaching the sky..."

"Master Wife, what you are saying is that we should do some profitable business first, and then when we go to the capital, how about we open a beauty shop?"

Lu Zechuan agreed and said: "It definitely requires a lot of capital to open a beauty salon. If such a salon does not make any money after opening, wouldn't it be a loss?"

"I agree with Feng Mian's idea. Although the customs in our country are open and men can go shopping in various shops and manage many shops after marriage, but in general, the Beauty Shop is a bit unconventional..."

Wei Tingxun tilted his head and said: "My wife, Beauty Shop is unique. A small place like Xuanyang Mansion really can't be opened. Why don't we wait until we go to the capital later?"

Nong Yue walked up to Song Xiang quietly and said softly: "Xiang'er, I will support you whether you open the slave family or not. Don't forget, the slave family still has some money!"

Song Xiang took Nong Yue's hand, shook it and said, "How can I use your money!"

Then she turned her eyes to the husbands and said calmly: "Since everyone has the same idea, shall we open a rouge shop?"

"Although we can develop many new styles, there are so many rouge shops in Xuanyang Mansion. How to stand out among so many shops depends on the husbands' whimsical ideas!"

"If anyone can come up with a good idea, I'll stay in their room tomorrow night!"

"Let's let this be settled! Okay, let's all go back to our rooms, right?"

Song Xiang hugged Nongyue out of the room and took him straight to the east side room.

"Xiang'er, why are you here to accompany me as a servant again? If the husbands and masters see it, it makes me look like a noble servant is ignorant!"

Nong Yue pressed against Song Xiang's body, her tone becoming more and more intimate.

Song Xiang's heart was not at peace. Thinking about the words of the old abbot of Qingying Temple, she felt very scared. She was really afraid that something would happen to Nongyue, so she wanted to stay by Nongyue's side.

"Nongyue, can I rest in your room tonight?"