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

"This is not a pornographic poem, it is a love poem written by Shu Xing!" Song Xiang specially emphasized the word "love" and felt very happy.

She sat down against the railing, patted the side of her legs, and said to Qian Shuxing: "Come here, sit here!"

"Ah?" The tips of Qian Shuxing's ears turned red uncontrollably, and he walked slowly to Song Xiang.

Song Xiang smiled wildly and took him into his arms. He felt the soft person sitting on his lap, and the depression of the past few days was immediately swept away.

Qian Shuxing's face turned red with embarrassment and he almost didn't dare to raise his head. He said angrily: "Xiangxiang, how can you hug me and sit... on your lap... this is not etiquette..."

"Oh? Really?" Song Xiang deliberately pulled him into his arms again.

Qian Shuxing's body trembled obviously, and he exclaimed shyly: "Ah... Xiangxiang!"

"I'm not a good person. If you fall into my hands, it's like a sheep falling into a wolf's mouth. Are you afraid?"

Song Xiang hummed, with a hint of joking in his tone.

Qian Shuxing's face turned red, and he tensed up and said, "I won't misjudge the person."

Song Xiang curled up the corners of his lips and pretended to be a dandy to scare the person in his arms: "I have an old man in my family. You don't know? That Young Master Nong Yue has an old relationship with me." , and it’s not me who won’t marry you, but even so, are you willing to marry me?”

Qian Shuxing's expression changed. After some ideological struggle, he said with tears in his eyes: "I am willing...but Xiangxiang...don't marry anyone else, okay?"

He raised his eyes and looked at Song Xiang, tears falling on his clothes. Song Xiang panicked and hurriedly wiped the person in his arms.

I no longer dare to be as frivolous as before.

"Don't cry... I was wrong... I shouldn't tease you with my words. I married Feng Mian to save him, not to mention Nong Yue. He has no admiration for me. You are the only one who treats me sincerely. I only admire you. If you are devoted to me, how about I just marry you?" Song Xiang comforted Qian Shuxing, and her heart ached.

"Really?" Qian Shuxing was ecstatic. He immediately hugged Song Xiang, his happiness was beyond words, "That's great, Xiangxiang, I will definitely not let you down!"

"How about you just marry me? I want to be your only husband!"

Song Xiang subconsciously responded to this promise: "As long as you don't betray me, I will make you a couple for the rest of your life. I will marry you when I am admitted as a scholar, okay?"

"it is good!"

Qian Shuxing let go of Song Xiang, with affection flowing in his eyes.

"Oops, my legs are sore..."

Qian Shuxing laughed, stood up hurriedly, and sat next to Song Xiang. He wanted to rub Song Xiang's legs, but he stretched out his hand but took it back in embarrassment, and his ears turned red.

Song Xiang deliberately teased him: "Did you just want to rub your future wife's legs? Why didn't you rub them? Take your hands back and do what?"

"I didn't!" Qian Shuxing argued subconsciously and retorted innocently, "I just wanted to stretch my arms."

"Really?"

Song Xiang retracted his joking thoughts and said seriously: "You are so ill and you still run out. What if you have a fever and lie down?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to Jishi Hall!"

After saying that, he stood up and stretched out his hand towards Qian Shuxing. Seeing this, Qian Shuxing shyly put his hand into Song Xiang's palm.

Song Xianghui held Qian Shuxing's hand and led him towards the carriage outside. The two walked side by side, just like a loving couple.

When Taro and Dinu saw their master coming out holding hands, they were extremely happy, and they felt a little more energetic when driving the horses.

Di Nu couldn't stop worshiping the gods from all over the world, thanking them for blessing his young master to achieve his wish. When he followed the Song family's carriage, he kept mumbling: "Fortunately, Lao Tangtou is from our Qian family, otherwise the young master's Your reputation is at stake.”

Song Xiang sat in the car, holding Qian Shuxing's hand and never letting go. He couldn't resist the temptation of beauty and teased him again: "Master Shuxing, put on your hat when you get out of the car. I don't want to be raped by anyone." The girl saw my future husband."

Qian Shuxing's face turned red and he responded in a low voice, his heart beating fast.

When they arrived at Jishi Hall, the doctor who was sitting in the hall made a detailed diagnosis for Qian Shu and then said in a serious tone: "This young master looks pale. He must have been suffering from cold for some time, but he delayed the diagnosis and treatment. Now his pulse is slow and slow." , the inside is aversion to cold, and when the disease occurs, there are also symptoms of cold sweat, drowsiness, headache and fever. It is such a dangerous situation and the only way to save it is to save the inside. I will prescribe some Sini Decoction first. The young master must take the medicine carefully when he returns. Don’t slack off.”

Song Xiang nodded in agreement and watched the old doctor write the prescription.

I saw the prescription read: Zhigancao is one penny and two cents, raw aconite is two cents, and dried ginger is one penny and two cents.

Used together, these medicinal materials have the effects of warming the body, dispelling cold, restoring yang and relieving adverse events.

After the old doctor handed the prescription to Song Xiang, he said worriedly: "Although the prescription I prescribed can cure the master's cold and cold, you still can't be careless. In order to prevent the master from getting fever, the girl must stay at home tonight." Only by the young master’s side!”

Song Xiang responded one by one, his eyebrows knitted together tightly. In ancient times, wind and cold could kill people. There seemed to be many celebrities who died from wind and cold in history.

Qian Shuxing followed Song Xiang into the carriage. Seeing that she still looked worried, he asked, "What's wrong with Xiangxiang? But what's wrong?"

Song Xiang held Qian Shuxing's hand and looked worried: "Did you not take medicine some time ago?"

"I ate..." Qian Shuxing looked at Song Xiang's eyes and became slumped little by little, "I ate a few pairs and didn't care..."

Song Xiang snorted coldly and said in an unhappy tone: "If you ignore your own body like this in the future, I will be angry!"

"I listen to Xiangxiang..."

Song Xiang frowned, clicked his tongue, and leaned on the back seat to think.

Qian Shuxing held Song Xiang's hand and smelled the faint fragrance of Song Xiang's body. He felt that the years were quiet and he looked forward to time stopping for a while longer.

After a while, Song Xiang said categorically: "I will go to your place to serve you in the evening!"

As soon as these words came out, they hit Qian Shuxing's heart suddenly like a thunder.

He suppressed his pounding heart and said uncomfortably: "Xiangxiang, don't worry, I can do it by myself!"

Qian Shuxing didn't know that his words were more like a different kind of invitation, which tickled Song Xiang's heart.

"You hold the door open for me, I'll climb the wall to get in at night."

"Ah?" Qian Shuxing's face turned red, nervous and looking forward to it. Everything that happened today was like a dream. While he was happy, he was also afraid that his dream would be shattered.

"Xiangxiang, how can I sleep with you by my side?"

Song Xiang chuckled and said angrily: "Where did you think you were going? I was afraid that you would have a fever, so I wanted to take care of you personally!"

The corners of Qian Shuxing's lips curled up slightly, but he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried: "Xiangxiang is so worried about me, so I must leave a good door open for Xiangxiang!"

Unexpectedly, Song Xiang teased him again: "Hey? Didn't you just not want me to go?"