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

Song Xiang looked contented from beginning to end. He was enjoying himself and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Qingyan said angrily: "Xiang'er looks like this, but he dislikes me because he is a jealous husband?"

Song Xiang replied: "I never dislike it, I just think it's cute!"

Jiang Qingyan said angrily: "I almost got lovesick because of you, but I didn't expect you to only focus on talking to the parents!"

"There's no such thing as a long conversation!" Song Xiang said with a smile, "Before we even exchanged a few words, the husband caught us and I could smell the jealousy all over him!"

Jiang Qingyan's eyes flashed with helplessness: "Are you in love with Mr. Rong?"

Song Xiang thought for a moment and said ambiguously: "I only admire him. How do I start saying I like him? If I like his appearance, then I like him!"

"As a girl, it is normal for you to feel joy and admiration when you see a beautiful young master!"

"It's just that this kind of admiration is different from true admiration. It's just a fascination with his appearance!"

"To be honest, my wife is interested in him!" Jiang Qingyan frowned, took off his long robe, lifted up his inner garment, and pressed on Song Xiang, "I really love and hate you~"

Restless hands climbed to Song Xiang's chest, his breathing gradually became hot, and he rubbed it as he pleased.

The big hand slid down the mountain and came to a flat hinterland, then gently dropped it, causing a little irritating ripples.

Song Xiang gasped and bit his lip tightly to prevent himself from making unspeakable sounds, but the more he endured, the more he kept moaning.

Jiang Qingyan lowered his head and pressed their lips together, sliding his slightly cold tongue into the other person's mouth, greedily grabbing the warmth that belonged to her.

Song Xiang couldn't bear it anymore and hooked his leg to close the distance between the two.

Jiang Qingyan asked in a seductive voice: "Can't wait?"

Song Xiang replied in a very depressed tone: "It is said that pole boats are pole-to-pole in the river, and waists are to waists in red tents. Since you have provoked me, why don't you align yourself with me quickly?"

"My wife is able to say such derogatory and indecent words. It seems that she is really tolerant. My wife, don't worry, I will definitely serve you to your satisfaction!"

Jiang Qingyan no longer joked with Song Xiang, but directly stayed close to her, achieving the joy of clouds and rain in Wushan with her.

A thin red color secretly dyed Song Xiang's cheeks, and the fragrant sweat almost melted into the powder on his forehead. He walked back and forth with longing, and the figures overlapped.

The gauze swayed, and it was quiet and beautiful.

Half an hour later, Song Xiang turned over and sat in his arms, holding each other with his arms, his eyes half-closed in a frenzy, and his voice was ecstatic and trembling.

After a long time, Song Xiang rested lazily on Jiang Qingyan's shoulder, with his hair in a messy bun and the hairpin inserted sideways. There was a tired and confused tone in his voice: "Ayan, have you calmed down now?"

Jiang Qingyan's eyebrows were relaxed and he said, "Don't try to trick me. His thoughts on you are so obvious. I don't believe you can't tell?"

"Although he will become your husband sooner or later, he is quite capable. If I were not here, wouldn't you be obsessed with him?"

Song Xiang was in trouble when he heard this, and deliberately showed a sad expression: "I wonder what Ayan can do? How can he prevent me from being obsessed with him?"

Jiang Qingyan gently pinched Song Xiang's flesh and complained: "You came here on purpose to cause trouble for me, right?"

"Master Wife, if it were another husband, I wouldn't be able to feel such anxiety, but when I see Rong Qiuli, I can't be calm!"

Unbeknownst to Jiang Qingyan, when he met Qian Shuxing in the future, his worry and fear would become even greater!

Song Xiangxiang said: "You are the official husband, with your family background and status, who can get past you? Besides, it's not like you don't know how much I love you!"

Jiang Qingyan said gloomily: "My wife, you don't know, that old fox Rong Gui has already convinced my mother-in-law to agree to let Young Master Rong be her husband!"

"What? Mr. Ping?" Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat. Privately, she had reserved this position for Shu Xingliu.

Jiang Qingyan didn't notice Song Xiang's fleeting expression, and said sadly: "Yes, Rong Qiuli will be your husband from now on!"

"Master Wife, ever since I met you, my mind has been in chaos. As soon as I hear about you, no matter how calm and collected I am on weekdays, I can instantly lose my composure."

"If I'm not by your side one day..."

"Shh!" Song Xiang sealed his lips with her fingers and said, "Don't say anything about leaving me again, or I will be angry!"

When Jiang Qingyan saw this, he stopped talking and talked to Song Xiang about the infancy: "My mother has started to investigate your life experience, but there is still no news!"

"My mother-in-law wants Pearl to take your swaddling clothes to the capital. If there are any clues, I will write a letter and send it back to Xuanyang. If there are no clues, let Pearl come back with the swaddling clothes!"

"I wonder if you can safely hand over your baby to me? This will be your only proof of family recognition in the future!"

Song Xiang waved his hands indifferently and said: "You are my husband, so you naturally care about me. How can you lose my baby? It doesn't matter even if you lose it!"

"I have a nurturing kindness and friendship with the Song family's adoptive father, two elder brothers, and the old lady. Even if I live like this for the rest of my life, I will accept it!"

Jiang Qingyan asked with some distress: "Do you really think so? Aren't you curious about what kind of people your mother and father are? If you are a relative of the emperor, wouldn't you have suffered so many years of injustice in vain?"

Song Xiang laughed out loud: "Do you think there are such destitute relatives of the emperor as me?"

Jiang Qingyan didn't intend to tell anyone about His Majesty's search for General Chen's marriage. General Chen's family was not the only one of the wealthy families in the capital who had lost their children. There was also another family with quite a big background!

The missing girl from the family was the same age as Song Xiang. If she said these things rashly, it might affect Song Xiang's mood.

Song Xiang got off Jiang Qingyan, and suddenly she got out of bed, put on some underwear, and sat in front of the dressing table to fix her hair.

Jiang Qingyan also put on a robe, leaned over and hugged Song Xiang's body from behind. His head was naturally placed on Song Xiang's head. Their eyes met in the bronze mirror, tender and lingering.

"Master Wife, let me ask Shuangming to bring water in~"

"Ok!"

"My wife, you are so beautiful!"

"Ok!"

"My wife, you have to take a bath soon, so don't fix your hair!"

Song Xiang stood up and threw himself into Jiang Qingyan's arms.

"Ayan, I have something to ask you. When will my mother-in-law send me south to do something for her?"

Jiang Qingyan was slightly startled and said, "My mother didn't tell me, and I didn't know either."

"Why don't you ask Mother after you finish bathing?"

Song Xiang's lips twitched slightly, and he held Jiang Qingyan's hand a little tighter: "If I fail to complete this errand, or if I am harmed by those rebellious ministers, will you remarry her as a real husband?"

"Ayan, based on my understanding of my mother-in-law, she will never let you stay a widow for me!"