The best county magistrate

In the evening, Yang Xuanchen quietly opened his eyes.

After a good sleep, I regained some energy, but my bones still seemed a little sore from the high-intensity work for many days.

Fortunately, I have developed the habit of daily exercise in the past few months, which has made my originally weak body much stronger.

Otherwise, I really can’t hold on.

Yang Xuanchen called Xiaolian, "How are the victims outside the city doing now?"

Seeing that the first thing he did when he woke up was to ask the victims, Xiaolian puffed up her cheeks to express her dissatisfaction.

"At first they thought you were dead, and they were crying and crying."

"I'll be resting outside the city for now, waiting for you!"

Yang Xuanchen laughed and scratched Xiaolian's nose, "Smelly girl, why are you unhappy?"

"Oh, don't scratch my nose. It won't look pretty if it's flat!" Xiaolian scolded.

"What, my Xiaolian still knows about Aimei?"

"Could it be that you have fallen in love with a young man from a certain family and are ready to commit yourself to him?"

Yang Xuanchen made a joke and was about to get out of bed when Zhou Miaomiao walked in with a bowl of steaming millet porridge.

"Brother, Sister Xiaolian said you like to drink millet porridge..."

Before she finished speaking, Xiaolian said in surprise: "Brother? When did the young master have a sister? Why didn't I know?"

Xiaolian's suspicious eyes flickered back and forth between Yang Xuanchen and Zhou Miaomiao, trying to catch any clues between them.

Yang Xuanchen touched his nose and said with a smile: "It's a long story. I'll tell you later later."

"Oh yo yo, so mysterious!"

"Don't be a brother and sister today. In a few days, my sister will become a young mistress!"

Xiaolian said and glanced at Zhou Miaomiao, with a hint of amusement in her cunning eyes.

Since something charming happened during the trip to Mangshan that day, today is Yang Xuanchen's first close contact with Zhou Miaomiao.

He looked at Zhou Miaomiao, then turned to Xiaolian and said.

"I warned you not to talk nonsense. Do you know that I will sue you for libel?"

"This young master likes people with big breasts and fair skin. It's not like you don't know that."

"Miaomiao's chest is so flat..."

Um? wrong!

It was clear that I couldn't catch it with a single hand that day, so why does it look ordinary again today.

And even though her body is very white, why are her hands and face so dark?

"My master likes those with big breasts and fair skin. No wonder Liu Yan'er from Fenglou has been talking about you these days."

Zhou Miaomiao's eyes were blazing, and she said a sentence that was neither salty nor bland. The jealousy in her tone filled the whole room.

"Master, it seems that the jealousy has boiled over. I'll go take a look, haha~"

After saying that, Xiaolian ran out as if running away.

Zhou Miaomiao sat next to the bed, took a bowl and scooped out a spoonful of rice porridge. His eyes were unkind and his tone was cold, "Open your mouth! Drink the porridge!"

"I……"

"What am I? Just open your mouth if I tell you to. Stop talking nonsense!" she warned.

Yang Xuanchen had no choice but to open his mouth, and in an instant a spoonful of hot rice porridge went into his mouth, which made him scream.

"It's hot! It's hot, it's burning me to death!"

"Are you sincere?"

After hearing this, Zhou Miaomiao tried the temperature of the rice porridge and found that it was indeed a bit hot.

She lowered her head, stirred it carefully, took another spoonful, and blew a few breaths of cool air.

"Miaomiao, I can eat it myself, no, there is no need to feed it."

Looking at Zhou Miaomiao's murderous eyes, Yang Xuanchen said with some fear.

"Hey, Master Yang, do you dislike Miaomiao for not serving you well?"

"How about I invite Liu Yan'er to serve the master? She has big breasts and fair skin. This porridge will definitely taste special."

She teased a few words and put the spoon into Yang Xuanchen's mouth, which made his front teeth hurt.

"No, no, no, I was just joking."

"Don't you know, I'm actually face blind and can't tell whether something is beautiful or not."

Yang Xuanchen waved his hands repeatedly, took the small bowl from her hand, and ate the porridge by himself.

But his eyes kept wandering around her chest, making Zhou Miaomiao feel hot all over.

"Hurry up and drink your porridge, don't look around, Master Wei and the others are still waiting for you!"

After sighing and quickly finishing a bowl of rice porridge, Yang Xuanchen returned to the city gate again.

Along the way, he was thinking about why Zhou Miaomiao's attitude towards him became so strange. This girl wouldn't like him anymore.

But I obviously wouldn't be interested in a killer from behind.

So what happened to Liu Yan'er? Could it be that when she met Shen Qingyun before, the golden finger skills she learned from Mr. Kato made her obsessed with him?

Yang Xuanchen laughed to himself.

"She is still as beautiful as the fairy sister. She has fair skin and long legs. If you marry me, you will definitely marry the fairy sister!"

When Zhou Miaomiao heard this, she raised her eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Brother, who is the fairy sister you talk about?"

"You've mentioned her several times."

Yang Xuanchen smiled and recalled the encounter with the fairy sister.

"She? I don't know who she is, not even her name."

"That day Zhang Biao and I went to catch Qian Youde, and I almost got chopped alive. Guess what?"

"A fairy sister flew down from the sky, and with a few swipes of her sword, we turned defeat into victory."

"And judging from her voice and half of her face, her appearance is definitely that of a fairy!"

"If I could marry her, I would live ten years shorter..."

The cheeks under the human skin mask turned red.

Zhou Miaomiao's heart was pounding wildly, and her hands kept crossing in front of her.

Is he showing love to me?

Should I promise him?

If he took off the human skin mask now, would he...

"Master, I actually..." Zhou Miaomiao called out in a voice as loud as a mosquito.

Yang Xuanchen turned his head and said "Huh?". When he wanted to ask Zhou Miaomiao why he was so strange today, Wei Junzhi and Zhang Biao returned to the city gate after a busy day.

"Master, are you okay? We were scared this morning." Zhang Biao's tone was concerned.

"What can happen? I'm just jumping around."

After Yang Xuanchen answered, Zhou Miaomiao snorted heavily, held her hands and walked away angrily.

"Master, what's wrong with Miss Zhou? Her face looks darker than usual." Zhang Biao squeaked.

"Ouch, what are you doing? Miss Zhou, please be gentle... Hey, please be gentle!" A cry of pain from a disaster victim came from not far away.

Yang Xuanchen looked at the bent arms of the victim, with black lines on his forehead, "Is... aunt here?"

"Aunt? Where is Miss Zhou's aunt? Why didn't I see..."

Zhang Biao's loud voice was muffled halfway by Yang Xuanchen.

"Keep your voice down, haven't you seen her angry? Women have weird tempers when they are menstruating."

"Don't make yourself uncomfortable!"

Yang Xuanchen whispered a few words in Zhang Biao's ear, and then the two of them showed tacit and obscene smiles.

Then, he pointed to the victims and asked, "How are the folks? Are there any new patients today?"

Wei Junzhi smiled and said, "Sir, from yesterday to today, no new patients have appeared."

"They respect you very much now, and they all want to repay your kindness."

At this time, Zhang Biao howled again, "Yes, there are still several young ladies crying and wanting to marry you."

As soon as they finished speaking, a gust of cold wind drifted behind the three of them, and the temperature instantly dropped a few degrees.

They didn't dare to look back because the aura of the person behind them was too strong.

"Oh~ It's so awesome. There are girls crying and saying that they want to commit themselves to me."

"If this spreads to the county town, the youngest of the Wu family, the elder sisters of the Ding family, and Miss Liu from Fenglou will all die of grief!"

Zhang Biao and Wei Junzhi ran away when they saw this, "Master, we still have something to do, let's go first!"

Yang Xuanchen was left messy in the wind.

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, turned his head half-way, and said with a sneer: "Don't... don't listen to the nonsense of the little brat."