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

"Xiangxiang, why don't you sleep a little longer? Why did you wake up?"

Song Xiang replied in a gentle voice: "It's already noon outside. It's not right for me to stay here any longer!"

"Didn't the imperial physician tell you to rest?" Shu Xing muttered, "Besides, you can't hunt even if you get up, so you'd better sleep peacefully!"

"Let me wash you!"

Song Xiang replied gently: "Shuxing, why are you so nice!"

"It will be my greatest blessing to marry you!"

Shu Xing blushed and said angrily, "Slippery tongue!"

Song Xiang was lying on the exquisite bed, her face slightly pale. The pain and soreness in her arms made her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Shu Xing ordered the guards to fetch some water and gently wiped the sweat off Song Xiang.

When Song Xiang stood up, he carefully lifted up her left arm to avoid touching her injured right arm.

The way he carefully cared for it was as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the tent, casting strands of golden light, adding a bit of warmth to the slightly simple tent.

Song Xiang opened her red lips slightly and shouted to the guards at the door: "Bring the meal."

Although the voice was a little weak, it still had authority.

After a while, several servants came in one after another, carrying exquisite plates in their hands.

The tent was immediately filled with the aroma of food: steaming porridge, soft pastries, roasted rabbit, and a few side dishes were placed in front of the long table.

Shu Xing helped Song Xiang to sit on the couch. Song Xiang smiled and motioned Shu Xing to sit down: "Eat with me."

The two sat opposite each other, and the moment their eyes met, it seemed as if time had stopped.

Shu Xing hurriedly stood up and sat next to Song Xiang again. He picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it, and handed it to Song Xiang's mouth, saying gently: "Your hands are not convenient, let me feed you!"

"Xiangxiang, try this porridge. Is it to your taste?"

Song Xiang curled his lips and said jokingly: "What you feed me will naturally suit my taste!"

Shu Xing's face flushed slightly. Feeling the spoon being held by Song Xiang, his wrist trembled slightly, and he said, "I'll scoop another spoonful for Xiang Xiang."

"Okay!" Song Xiang felt very comfortable being taken care of by the person she loved. She said, "I want to eat with you!"

Hearing this, Shu Xing blushed even more. He said coquettishly, "You are a patient, I have to serve you first!"

After feeding Song Xiang the porridge, Shu Xing picked up a piece of cake and put it on the plate in front of Song Xiang.

Said: "This cake is very delicately made, you should eat more."

Song Xiang looked at Shu Xing with eyes full of doting: "You should eat more too. I haven't seen you for a long time and you have become thinner."

Shuxing lowered his head slightly, hiding the disappointment in his eyes: "I have always been like this, Xiangxiang may have seen it wrong..."

Song Xiang picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, clumsily picked up some rabbit meat, and placed it in Shu Xing's bowl. He said nonchalantly, "When my arm is healed, I will go over and give Zhao a beating myself!"

"Xiangxiang, you don't have to do this!" Shu Xing said hurriedly, "He doesn't dare to bully me now!"

"Are you worried about your father?" Song Xiang paused and asked tentatively, "Did he bully your father?"

Shu Xing hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "My mother only recognizes Zhao as her legal husband..."

Song Xiang comforted Shu Xing and said, "Don't worry! When we get back to the city, I will send a capable eunuch to serve your mother!"

"I want to see, with my people following your father, how can Zhao Tan dare to boss your father around!"

Shu Xing quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and held Song Xiang's hand: "Xiang Xiang, thank you on behalf of my father."

Tears flashed in his eyes, and he said rather aggrievedly: "My father made the wrong choice in his life, so he ended up like this. I'm worried that after I get married, they will bully my father even more. Fortunately, Xiangxiang's people went over to take care of him, so I can rest assured a little."

"From now on, your affairs will be my affairs. I will shoulder the responsibility with you. You can rest assured!"

Song Xiang took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the cake residue from the corner of Shu Xing's mouth, saying lovingly: "Look at you, you eat so quickly."

At this moment, the door curtain of the tent was suddenly opened, and a man with bright eyes and white teeth walked in.

He was wearing a yellow brocade embroidered robe, his face was handsome yet a little ostentatious, he was none other than Qin Feise, the son of the Haihunhou Mansion.

"Why are you here?" Song Xiang asked curiously.

Qin Feise's gaze instantly fell on Shu Xing beside Song Xiang, and a hint of surprise and displeasure flashed in her eyes.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time."

Qin Feise's voice was low and cold, breaking the original tranquility in the tent.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly with a self-deprecating smile.

Seeing Qin Feise, Shu Xing frowned slightly, then immediately curled his lips, stood up and left!

When Song Xiang saw Shu Xing's actions, his heart tightened and he quickly said, "Don't go!"

She deliberately hissed and pretended to be in unbearable pain, and sure enough, the person who was about to leave paused.

Song Xiang deliberately cried out "ouch" again, which made Shu Xing stunned for a moment. He stopped turning and was about to leave, and stood there. After a moment, he turned around and looked at Song Xiang with complicated eyes.

"you…"

Qin Feise also looked straight at Song Xiang. Because he was too nervous about Song Xiang, he took a few quick steps with a hint of concern and uneasiness in his eyes.

Song Xiang pretended to be enduring the pain and said, "Shuxing, if you want to go, go ahead. I can go alone."

Shu Xing snorted lightly, but was reluctant to leave in the end. He turned back and carefully observed Song Xiang's arm.

Qin Feise sneered and said, "Your Highness was injured, but I, your future husband, didn't even know about it. Instead, someone else got there first."

His words were full of sarcasm.

Song Xiang frowned slightly and said, "When did I ever say that I would make you my future husband?"

Qin Feise clenched her fists and said with a jealous look, "Your Highness, do you want to go back on your word?"

Song Xiang shook his head and said calmly: "I just tacitly allowed you to get close to me and gave you the opportunity to contact me, but I definitely did not promise you the position of my husband!"

"Besides, this Mr. Shuxing next to me is the sweetheart who made such a fuss with me on the day of the lotus viewing banquet! He is not just any random person!"

Hearing the first sentence, Qin Feise was so angry that he almost lost control of his temper. But after hearing the second sentence, he asked in surprise: "It was him?"

"I know very little about this Master Shuxing, so it's normal that I can't recognize him!"

"Your Highness, you won't blame me for this, will you?"

Song Xiang said calmly: "No!"

Hearing this answer, Qin Feise's expression softened, and he pretended to be enthusiastic again, saying, "I asked someone to make some bone soup, which is the best for your dislocated arm!"

"Your Highness, please don't let me down!"

After saying that, he put the porcelain pot on the table, took out the silver bowl and was about to pour soup for Song Xiang.

Song Xiang hurriedly stopped him and said, "I've already had breakfast, Mr. Qin, please stop working!"