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

The young master was so embarrassed when he heard this that he froze in place with his face flushed.

The servant realized something was wrong and was about to step forward when he saw the young master fall straight to the ground. Soon, he was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled up, and his limbs twitched.

Tan Yan was startled and asked in a trembling voice, "What happened to him?"

The servant was obviously experienced. He took a piece of cloth and stuffed it into the young man's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

Song Xiang looked solemn, approached Tan Yan and said, "This young man must have epilepsy. We can't help him. We just need to wait until he regains consciousness!"

After a while, the young master regained consciousness and was helped to stand up from the ground by the servant. He hung his head, extremely ashamed: "I made a fool of myself, young lady. It's Zhao Heng's fault..."

Tan Yan shook her head and said with some sympathy: "This is not your fault, you don't need to belittle yourself."

Zhao Heng lowered his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes: "No one has ever said this to me before, thank you for your understanding, Miss..."

Tan Yan sighed and advised: "You are not feeling well, so you should go home quickly."

"I accept your thanks. From now on, we owe each other nothing. I'm leaving first. You're a man, and it would be bad if someone talks about you. Goodbye!"

After saying that, he pulled Song Xiang and turned away!

Zhao Heng hurriedly said, "Miss, please stay!"

Tan Yan paused and said, "I wonder if you have anything else to say, sir?"

Zhao Heng said timidly, "You haven't asked the young lady's name yet?"

Tan Yan frowned impatiently, and said in a distant tone: "I haven't told you yet, sir. I'm already engaged, and I admire my fiancé very much, so I can't tell outsiders my name!"

Hearing this, Zhao Heng burst into tears. He suppressed the grievance in his heart and said with trembling lips: "To be honest, young lady, I... I fell in love with you at first sight. I am willing to serve you. I wonder if you are willing?"

"I don't want to!" Tan Yan said without thinking, "Please don't bother me any more!"

After saying that, he pulled Song Xiang up and quickly walked out of the room, leaving the teahouse like a gust of wind.

Zhao Heng looked at Tan Yan's departing figure, tears streaming down his face as he murmured, "My life...why is it so bitter..."

After being interrupted by Zhao Heng, Tan Yan no longer had the mood to go shopping. After saying goodbye to Song Xiang, she took her maid and went out of the city.

...

Song Xiang did not go home immediately. Instead, she strolled along the street and unexpectedly saw a shop called Huanyanfang. She walked in out of curiosity, but found nothing inside. The shop was filled with rouge, lip balm, incense, candles, etc.

There was only one male shopkeeper in his thirties in the shop. When he saw Song Xiang coming in, he greeted her, "Miss, take a look at whatever you like!"

Song Xiang looked at the pile of lip balms and immediately fell in love with a beautifully designed porcelain box.

The shopkeeper introduced: "This box of rouge is called Meihuanu, and the color is bright. I wonder who the young lady wants to give it to?"

"If you want to give a gift to your husband, this pomegranate gift would be a good choice," said the shopkeeper, pointing to another box with exquisite patterns.

Song Xiang shook her head: "I'm not giving it away, I just like this box..."

“I wonder who designed this box. It’s so exquisite and beautiful!”

The shopkeeper smiled and said proudly, "These patterns were designed by my son, and they are not sold separately!"

Song Xiang felt a little regretful, shook her head, and turned to look at other counters. When she saw the labels "pancreatic soap, medicated soap, bath powder, and scented mist", she was stunned.

Damn, who leaked her formula?

The rows of peony soaps, osmanthus soaps, peach blossom soaps and pear blossom soaps really dazzled her eyes, and she couldn't help but have a heart attack.

"Boss, go and call out your boss!" Song Xiang suppressed his anger and looked at the osmanthus fragrance mist on the counter in a daze!

The shopkeeper was afraid that Song Xiang would cause trouble, so he shouted into the inner room, "Huai An!"

After a while, a servant came out from the inner room: "What's wrong with Uncle Song?"

The shopkeeper, who was called Uncle Song, raised his chin towards Song Xiang and said, "That young lady is looking for the young master. Go and call him out."

The servant named Huai'an glanced at Song Xiang, exchanged a look with Uncle Song, nodded in understanding, and returned to the inner room.

After a while, a handsome young man came out from the inner room. When he saw Song Xiang, he was so happy that he dropped the porcelain box in his hand and shouted, "My wife!"

Song Xiang's heart trembled, he looked up, and instantly his eyebrows lit up with joy: "Jining, why is it you?"

I didn't expect to accidentally stumble into my own shop.

"Wife, why are you here?" Xu Jining was so happy when he suddenly saw Song Xiang. He walked out of the counter and couldn't help but hold Song Xiang's hand, "Wife, did you miss me?"

"It's all my fault. I saw my wife was still asleep before I left, and I couldn't bear to wake her up..."

Song Xiang curled his lips, feeling relieved, and asked, "Is this the shop you opened?"

"Yes! Does my wife like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much!" Song Xiang praised sincerely, "I didn't expect that you, Jining, have such craftsmanship. The porcelain boxes you made are so beautiful!"

Hearing Song Xiang's praise, Xu Jining's lips almost curled up to the sky: "If my wife likes it, then I will make one for her!"

"My dear wife, let's go to the inner room and talk!" As he said that, he pulled Song Xiang inside.

Seeing Uncle Song and Huai'an looking at him with surprised eyes, Xu Jining reacted belatedly and put down his hand shyly.

"You two come over here and meet the head of the family!"

Uncle Song and Huai'an bowed respectfully: "Song Yi (Huai'an) greets the young master!"

Before Song Xiang could say anything, he heard Uncle Song say, "I didn't know it was the young master who came. I'm sorry for offending you. I hope you won't blame me!"

Song Xiang smiled and said, "Uncle Song takes good care of the shop, so what's wrong with that?"

"Okay, you two keep busy!"

Uncle Song nodded and went to the counter, while Huai An ran outside.

Xu Jining took Song Xiang's hand again and said to her affectionately, "My dear wife, please follow me in!"

Song Xiang followed Xu Jining into the inner room, and the door was slammed shut by Xu Jining.

"My dear wife..." A suspicious blush crept up on Xu Jining's fair face. He threw himself into Song Xiang's arms, hugged Song Xiang's waist and said, "I miss you so much!"

"During the days when you were away, Feng Mian and I contacted my eldest sister and the eldest sister of the Feng family, and asked my eldest sister to send Uncle Song to bring people from Fengbian to transport the goods. It took a long time to prepare before opening this rouge shop."

"My dear wife, our shop is doing very well now. The new things I developed according to your method are now the treasures of our shop and are almost sold out!"

"My dear wife, I am so capable, how are you going to reward me?" After saying this, Xu Jining's hand reached into Song Xiang's collar.

The slender fingers moved all over Song Xiang's skin, lighting a fire.

Song Xiang felt a little dry all over, and her cold eyes were obscured by a trace of desire. She looked at the eloquent person in front of her, and her heart couldn't help but move slightly.