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

So he replied respectfully: "I will obey you, father!"

Seeing Song Xiang so obedient and filial, the emperor and empress were even more delighted. They asked people to bring freshly made snacks and sweet cheese from the imperial kitchen for Song Xiang to taste.

He also asked someone to bring some nourishing broth, but one of the servants accidentally poured the broth next to Song Xiang.

The emperor and empress were immediately furious and ordered the servant to be dragged out.

When Song Xiang retreated, he touched a portrait.

She turned around in confusion, but her eyes were fixed on the portrait.

The Empress belatedly looked over and pulled the portrait over and said, "This one might have been submitted by the Hanlin Academy of Painting by mistake..."

Song Xiang seemed not to hear it and stared at the portrait sharply.

The Empress thought that Song Xiang disliked the son of the Jiang family, so she explained, "Your mother had previously appointed Jiang Lan as the inspector, so her family background is not low, and her son is born good and works in the Imperial Observatory. The people in the Hanlin Academy of Painting guessed the emperor's intention and thought that Your Majesty would not harm the son of the Jiang family, so they mistakenly presented the son of the Jiang family. When I saw it, I took it away. Don't worry, my son."

"Thank you, father!" Song Xiang withdrew his gaze calmly and regained his calm appearance. "Father's meaning is my meaning."

The Empress calmly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Come over here and try these cakes to see if you like them!"

Song Xiang sat back at the table and praised while tasting the cakes: "The cooking skills of the imperial kitchen are really good. I like it very much!"

"If Xuanyi likes it, eat more!"

After Song Xiang finished eating the sweet cheese, the emperor and empress pulled him aside to talk for a while before he said goodbye and left the palace.

On the way back home, Song Xiang did not ride a horse, but sat in the carriage, leaning against the window in a daze.

When passing by a pavilion, a familiar song was heard from inside: "Thinking secretly, thinking secretly, shedding tears. Years of separation, years of separation, reminding me of the sorrow of separation."

It turned out to be the "Spring Pavilion Song" that I had heard before.

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Song Xiang lifted the carriage curtain and asked Yun Que: "Where is this place?"

Yun Que said without looking away, "This is the Chuntai Pavilion of the Music Department. Princess, would you like to go in and take a look?"

Song Xiang nodded, got off the carriage, and looked at the wooden pavilion with triple eaves and glazed roof in front of him. He couldn't help but be surprised: Are all the brothels in government offices so prosperous?

She walked downstairs and saw that the ground floor of the main building was made entirely of bluestone walls and steps. The walls were covered with intricate patterns. She couldn't help but admire the superb craftsmanship of the ancient craftsmen.

Song Xiang didn't stop and went all the way to the first floor lobby.

When the head of Chuntai Pavilion saw Song Xiang, he thought he was an official from the court and hurried to greet him.

"This guest doesn't look familiar to me. Where does he work? Which entertainer are you looking for?"

Yunque took out the token of the princess's mansion and put it in front of the Pavilion Master. Upon seeing this, the Pavilion Master wanted to kneel down and pay his respects, but was stopped by Yunque.

Song Xiang put his fist to his nose and coughed lightly, then asked knowingly, "Is Master Sang Wan here?"

The Pavilion Master replied respectfully, "Yes, yes! Please follow me, Your Highness!"

Song Xiang followed the Pavilion Master and went up the stairs at a very fast pace.

Chuntai Pavilion was affiliated to the Music Department and was specially set up for officials. Because the laws of the Great Chu Dynasty stipulated that court officials could not enter private brothels, in order to cater to the needs of civil officials for festival banquets, talks, and social events, the official prostitute Chuntai Pavilion was set up. When officials entered the Chuntai Pavilion, official prostitutes were assigned to sing and dance to accompany them.

The official prostitutes here are not only beautiful, but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When the Pavilion Master brought Song Xiang to Sang Wan's room, he was stopped by Yun Que.

Song Xiang knocked on the door, and heard a response as clear as a kingfisher: "Coming..."

The door creaked open from the inside, revealing Sang Wan's beautiful face.

He stared at Song Xiang, stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to recover.

Song Xiang smiled lightly and said teasingly, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you invite me in to sit down?"

"Please...Please come in and talk to Miss Song...Miss Song, why did you come to the capital?"

Seeing Song Xiang, Sang Wan remembered the hug she received when they left Xuanyang Mansion. Her cheeks flushed with shame and she stammered, "I... I was... I was just joking..."

"I thought that this separation at Xuanyang Mansion would be the last time we would see each other... I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon!"

Song Xiang was in a good mood. He sat on the stool in the room and joked with him, "I haven't forgotten the agreement with Master Sang Wan. Did Master Sang Wan forget it?"

Sang Wan shook her head, bit her lip and said, "I said I would wait for you in the capital, how could I forget!"

Song Xiang smiled and said, "I was just passing by downstairs and stopped when I heard you singing "Spring Pavilion Song", so I thought of coming up to see you!"

Sang Wan frowned and asked in confusion: "Only officials are allowed to enter Chuntai Pavilion. How did you get in, Song Xiang?"

"I have my own way, Sang Wan, are you doing well here? Is there anyone bullying you? Just tell me, I will take care of it for you..."

Sang Wan also walked to the round table and sat down, saying in a scolding tone: "How can a scholar like you make decisions for me!"

"Forget it, you don't have to worry about my situation. I'm doing fine here, and no one bullies me!"

Song Xiang sighed with deep emotion, frowned slightly and said: "Don't only report good news and not bad news. If you suffer a loss in the end, it will not be worth it!"

Sang Wan assured again and again: "No one bullies me. I am only invited to play and sing when officials are having banquets. The rest of the time I stay in my room, and no one forces me to accompany officials!"

Song Xiang finally felt relieved and said, "That's good. I feel relieved to hear that you are okay. Sang Wan, I came here in a hurry today and can't stay long. I will come to see you next time!"

Sang Wan felt reluctant to leave. He followed Song Xiang to the door and asked timidly, "Will you come to see me next time?"

Song Xiang smiled and said, "Yes!"

When Song Xiang reached the stairs, Sang Wan mustered up the courage to say, "I'll wait for you!"

After saying that, he entered the room and closed the door with a bang.

When Song Xiang was sitting in the carriage, he heard Sang Wan's singing coming from upstairs: "Peach blossom leaves fall between eyebrows, no makeup, natural beauty, why is the flower fairy sleeping on the bench, maybe the girl is drunk."

The singing voice gradually faded away, with a hint of lingering reluctance.

When they reached the downtown area, Song Xiang got off the carriage and planned to buy some gifts for everyone in the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

As soon as I arrived in front of a book loft, I saw a girl with a book box on her back and a wine jug in her hand being pushed out.

"Go away, go away, where do you come from, poor!"

The girl staggered and fell to the ground.

Song Xiang stepped forward to support the girl and asked with concern: "Miss, are you a scholar who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination?"

The girl nodded, leaned forward, lowered her head, and leaned her back against Song Xiang. She was already drunk.

"Miss?" Song Xiang shook her body and asked carefully, "Miss, what is your name? Where do you live? I can take you back!"