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

"Sister Song Xiang, being looked at by so many young masters, it feels like being stripped off for people to watch. My face is burning and I feel so uncomfortable!"

Song Xiang frowned and glanced at the flower viewing corridor opposite. He saw that most of the young men had taken off their curtains and hats, and their eyes were wandering among the scholars and scholars, and he couldn't help but feel impetuous.

The female servant led the two of them around the bluestone path and entered a long banquet table.

The busy girls placed a lot of pastries on the table. Song Xiang and Zhou Yanzhen found a seat at the end and sat down.

The first-class maids of the Shen family walked in a row and served green rice and fresh fish soup, followed by a roast pheasant, and then one after another delicious meals were brought to the table.

There are braised pig's trotters, fried mixed cakes, braised lion's head, roasted venison, cold bamboo shoots, etc. There is also chrysanthemum wine on the side.

Song Xiang poured a glass of wine and was about to drink alone when he heard a pleasant voice coming from the side: "I wonder which family the young lady is from? Can I get to know her?"

A beautiful Confucian scholar also wearing a green shirt held a wine glass and raised it and asked.

Song Xiang stood up and replied with a smile: "I am Song Xiang, a person on the border."

"In Xiajiang Wanyin, my mother-in-law is the head of a thousand households in Xuanyang Mansion!"

"No wonder Miss Jiang looks so dashing, it turns out it's the family tradition!" Song Xiang was slightly surprised. The head of a thousand households is a fifth-grade official, and he is also a big official.

Jiang Wanyin smiled lightly and said: "Miss Song is overly praised. I am very happy to get to know Miss Song."

It's rare to meet a confidant who can talk to him, and Song Xiang is also very happy: "I am fourteen years old. I heard that I was born in December. I wonder how old Wan Yin is?"

"I'm the same age as you, but I was born in March, so I might be a few months older than you. How about you call me your sister from now on?"

"Okay! Sister Wanyin!" Song Xiang agreed happily.

Seeing this, Zhou Yanzhen immediately held the wine glass and said: "Sister Wan Yin, I am a good friend of Sister Song Xiang, my name is Zhou Yanzhen. Don't forget me when you make friends!"

Song Xiang pursed his lips and smiled, pulled Zhou Yanzhen and said to Jiang Wanyin: "This is Sister Zhou, we came to Fucheng together to participate in the scientific examination in April!"

Jiang Wanyin said with a smile on her face, "I like Sister Zhou's temperament very much. I feel like getting to know you two today was not in vain."

The three of them laughed together.

While he was smiling, a female servant called out: "Miss Xu is here!"

The three of them looked at Miss Xu and saw a beautiful girl walking out from between the peony trees and heading towards the upper seat.

Jiang Wanyin explained to Song and Xiang in a low voice: "This Miss Xu, her name is Xu Niaoniao. Her mother is the general magistrate of Xuanyang Mansion. She usually thinks very highly of herself and is very proud."

"In that case, let's stay away from her!"

Zhou Yanzhen glanced up and pulled Song Xiang and Jiang Wanyin to sit down.

Song Xiang took a piece of pastry and chatted with Jiang Wanyin while eating. He was suddenly disturbed by a loud noise from above. One of the girls raised her voice and said, "Miss Shen and Miss Tan are here."

Zhou Yanzhen was stunned and asked Jiang Wanyin: "Who are Miss Shen and Miss Tan?"

Jiang Wanyin stuffed a piece of pastry and said with a smile: "Miss Shen's name is Shen Lewei. She is the eldest daughter of the Shen family and the only heir of the Shen family!"

"The girl next to Miss Shen, with an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows, is named Tan Yan. Her mother-in-law is the headmaster of Taihua Academy. She and Miss Shen are well-known talented women in our city!"

Zhou Yanzhen clicked her tongue: "No wonder you are so magnanimous! It is indeed beyond our comparison!"

"Oh, by the way, sister Wanyin, the handsome and outrageous Mr. Shen is the eldest son of the Shen family. Why can he, as a man, be in charge of the Shen family's business?"

Jiang Wanyin thought about it and said: "It's a long story. Although the Shen family is rich, they only gave birth to one daughter, Shen Lewei. Shen Lewei is devoted to studying and doesn't like to do business. The family has no one to own the huge wealth. Inherited, the Shen family will have no choice but to let their eldest son Shen Yubai take over the family property."

Listening to Jiang Wanyin's words, Song Xiang finally remembered who the head of Shen's family was. Isn't it Shen Man who wanted to adopt a step-mother after her husband died?

Thinking that Feng Mian almost became the stepfather of Shen Lewei and Shen Yubai, Song Xiang felt a chill in his body.

"Sister Wan Yin, I heard that the Master Shen family has married no less than twenty husbands, all of them extremely beautiful, so they must have given birth to quite a few young masters, right?"

Jiang Wanyin asked in surprise: "Sister Song Xiang, how do you know about the Shen family? The Shen family did marry more than twenty husbands, but they could not give birth to a daughter. Instead, they gave birth to twelve sons. come out."

"Twelve?" Zhou Yanzhen opened her mouth wide in shock and almost screamed.

Song Xiang kicked Zhou Yanzhen under the table and whispered: "Sister Zhou, please keep your voice down."

Zhou Yanzhen wanted to say something, but when she glanced sideways, she saw a shrinking Confucian girl.

"Sister Song Xiang, is the person standing at the long table in the northeast corner the one I met at the door of Jicui Zhai last time?"

When Song Xiang saw it, he immediately remembered: "Yes, yes, yes, it seems to be called Chen...Chen Shiyuan!"

"Sister Song Xiang has a good memory!" Zhou Yanzhen stared at Chen Shiyuan and saw her sneaking towards the red wall next to the flower viewing corridor. She couldn't help but wonder, "Why is this Chen Shiyuan going under the east wall?"

Jiang Wanyin saw this and asked, "Do you know that girl?"

Song Xiang shook his head and said, "I don't know him! We just met him once!"

The three people's eyes were instantly attracted to Chen Shiyuan. They saw her take out a book from her sleeve, sit directly on the low rockery in front of the wall, and read quietly.

"What is she doing?" Zhou Yanzhen curled her lips, "She won't sit down with all the rockeries and rocks in the garden. She insists on sitting in such a conspicuous position. Is she trying to seduce the young men on the corridor?"

Song Xiang looked away, took a sip of chrysanthemum wine and said, "Never mind her, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Shen Lewei stood at the top, as the organizer of the garden poetry party, and said loudly: "Shen Lewei, I would like to thank all the girls for coming so far and patronizing my Shen family's garden, making the silent peony garden bloom with glory, Lewei I feel very happy.”

"There are meals prepared for everyone at the table. Please enjoy it, ladies."

"For this garden poetry party, Lewei specially invited the mountain chief of Taihua Academy to be the judge. After a while, all the girls will be asked to use the theme of spring, in no particular order. If you feel inspired to write poems, you can go to the peony next to it. Write poems in the pavilion. There is paper and pen in the pavilion. Please write your name and surname at the end!"

"The top three in this garden poetry party will get three prizes specially prepared by our Shen family. The top girl will get a painting of "Dwelling in the Mountains of Dayun Temple" created by Master Wuchen and his senior brother Wu Xuzi. ."

As soon as the words fell, the girls all made a stir, and even the flower viewing corridor heard one after another exclamations.