The county magistrate is not slag very A

Looking at the people who had gone and returned, Jiang Fanyin's expression had returned to normal: "Is it better?"

It's about getting sick.

Song Boxue stood in front of the door and looked at her without speaking.

The thoughts that were not clear just now lingered in her mind again. She had never been a sloppy person, but she didn't expect to hesitate at this moment, like a coward.

Jiang Fanyin seemed to be still worried about her condition, and asked again: "Still... still feeling unwell?"

As she said that, she touched her neck unconsciously, the pain was still there, it should be a bit heavier than last time...

Song Boxue watched her movements, and his eyes fell on the deep and shallow kiss marks: "If Sister Jiang had to separate from the person she likes because of a misunderstanding, and they can only stay together after being entangled for half a lifetime, would you want to be together?" Change your favorite from the beginning?"

Just like now, before meeting the heroine, I chose to be with her.

Jiang Fanyin was puzzled at first, and then looked at her deeply: "If you really like it, how can you change someone?"

Song Boxue was at a loss for words, yes, how could he change people.

"Let's go tomorrow."

Seeing Song Boxue's face turning cold, Jiang Fanyin's heart fluttered for no reason, his lips moved, and he didn't ask anything in the end.

The next day, news came out that the county magistrate had been assassinated and injured, and Mr. Zhou heard the news and came to visit early in the morning.

"My lord, what about those assassins?"

He looked at Song Boxue who was reclining on the bed, his face was pale, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

Yesterday, I saw that the idiot was walking normally, but suddenly he was injured, and those people in the prison woke up strangely, all of them seemed to be demented, and they couldn't remember how they passed out.

No matter how you look at it, it's tricky.

Song Boxue coughed, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and the white handkerchief was instantly soaked with blood.

The smell of chicken blood is too fishy.

Song Boxue's face turned bitter, and he retched again. This was a completely subconscious reaction, and he couldn't pretend it was true.

"Master Zhou, my son needs to rest, so don't talk about official business these few days." Mrs. Song looked dissatisfied, and the appearance of protecting the calf made Master Zhou put away some doubts.

Song Boxue waved his hands, and said in a weak tone, "I'm fine, those assassins should be locked up for now. In a few days, I will personally interrogate you."

Master Zhou breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Excellency, take good care of your wounds, and your subordinates will watch over the affairs of the county government."

"I'm sorry, Master Zhou, and Jiang Qianhu's side will also ask you to be more considerate. When I get better, I will entertain you personally, ahem..."

Without saying a few words, she coughed again.

The Song family immediately threw Mr. Zhou out: "If the sky falls, my son's recovery will not be delayed. If Mr. Zhou dares to come again, I will beat you out no matter who you are."

After all, she gave Master Zhou a hard look.

This ignorant shrew, Mr. Zhou paused, endured it, and bowed his head to leave.

Seeing people leave, Mrs. Song closed the door and said triumphantly: "Mother, did you perform well? I believe Master Zhou believed me."

Song Boxue was rinsing his mouth when he heard this and gave him a thumbs up.

The acting is really good.

Song Shi raised her head, she can't do anything else, when it comes to bluffing, she has never lost to anyone.

"Tell Mom quickly, what are you trying to do with this?"

"I suspect that those assassins have other tricks. The people in the county government are unreliable. It's better to quietly go to Fucheng to recruit soldiers, or they might be tricked one day."

Song Boxue was ambiguous.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Song agreed, "That's right, let Fucheng send more soldiers to protect you, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be the county magistrate."

Song Boxue nodded and didn't explain much, just told: "Mother must guard the door, and don't let anyone in, otherwise the wind will leak out, and it will not be safe for me to go."

"Don't worry, I will live in your house from now on, and no one will come in."

Song Boxue nodded, there is no one reliable right now, I only hope that Mrs. Song can be more reliable.

"Mother, I have to spend money on staying in a hotel this time. Give me some money." She didn't want to spend everything on the hostess. It is one point.

Mrs. Song rolled her eyes: "You little heartless person, you've been thinking about my mother's money all day long. Didn't that child, Fanyin, go with you? Just spend her money."

That being said, she still took out a few small pieces of broken silver for a poor family and a rich road.

"Mother, it's only a few taels, how can it be enough?" Song Boxue felt helpless as he watched Mrs. Song pull out three taels of silver.

This cheap mother and the original owner really lost money.

Mrs. Song gave her a blank look, and put away her purse: "Is there too much? I'm going to find your wife. In the past, our mother and I could spend a tael of money for two months. These are enough."

Seeing her like this, Song Boxue knew that she would not be able to come out no matter how much she had, so she put away her money, changed clothes, and left the city in disguise.

Outside the city, Jiang Fanyin waited early with a horse.

Seeing that there was only one horse, Song Boxue couldn't help asking, "Why is there only one? Sister Jiang isn't going?"

Don't, it's too troublesome to deal with the ancients, what if the time is delayed?

The heroine can turn bad luck into good luck every time, and having Jiang Fanyin following her is equivalent to having an extra life-saving card.

Jiang Fanyin said calmly, "I don't know how to ride a horse, this is a double saddle."

So they have to share a horse.

Song Boxue looked at her fixedly, then raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, you sit in the front, you go up first."

Since the heroine doesn't think there's anything wrong, she has nothing to worry about.

The two looked natural, tacitly did not mention what happened yesterday.

Jiang Fanyin shook his fingers and got on the horse while holding the rein. The movement was a little difficult, but he didn't ask Song Boxue for help.

Song Boxue frowned, supported her body when she got up, and then jumped up, and the two of them sat down almost at the same time.

She took the reins, lowered her head and whispered in Jiang Fanyin's ear, "Sit tight, drive."

Jiang Fanyin's body leaned back uncontrollably, wanting to hold on to the reins, but afraid of reining in the horse, so she grabbed Song Boxue's arm and fell into the embrace of the person behind him.

She couldn't help but froze, and was about to sit up straight when she heard Song Boxue's voice again, interspersed with whistling wind: "Don't move around, show me the direction."

Jiang Fanyin tightened her fingers, and slowly leaned back, leaning into Song Boxue's arms.

The two hurried all the way, and they left the boundary of Pingchuan County in half a day.

When they arrived at a town in the evening, they both dismounted and looked for an inn where they could rest.

As a result, the town is too small, there are no inns at all, and there are only a few small restaurants on the street.

"Let's eat something first." Song Boxue led the horse and stopped outside a small restaurant.

Seeing them leading the horses, the store owner asked enthusiastically, "It's so late, do you want to stay overnight, and then go on the road tomorrow morning, it's too much trouble to sleep outside in such a cold day."

The shopkeeper's eyes were shrewd, and he looked at them secretly. There are two handsome young men, one looks better than the other, and they look like rich men in their clothes. Today they can make a lot of money.

Song Boxue didn't miss the scrutiny in his eyes, and followed the words: "Is there any vacancy here at the shopkeeper's?"

Seeing her answering the call, the shopkeeper knew that the business was coming, and hurriedly said: "There is no inn in our town. It just so happens that there is a guest room in my house that is not occupied. If the two of you don't mind it, you can settle for one night. Another calculation."

As he said that, he rubbed his fingers, the meaning was obvious, it must be impossible to live in vain, it would cost money.

There is no menu in the small restaurant, and there are a few home-cooked dishes written on the wall, each dish costing more than ten yuan.

Song Boxue estimated the price in his heart, one tael of silver was one thousand Wen, which was not expensive.

She is not a whiny person, so she immediately said: "One meat and one vegetable, and another soup, plus the rent, please calculate the amount."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled and said, "I see that you are so refreshing, this is the total number."

He stretched out five fingers and added: "Five hundred wen." That is half a tael of silver, mainly because the rent was too much.

Song Boxue nodded, and took out a dime of broken silver.

After dinner, when she came to the so-called guest room, she couldn't help being silent.

The room looks neat, but there is only one bed, which is very small, and there is only one quilt on it. It looks like it is for single sleeping.

It seems too crowded.

The store owner didn't notice anything wrong, he was on his way out, who was just making do with resting, and said: "You two young masters, wait a moment, let's go and boil some hot water for you."

When the hot water came in, the shopkeeper said that there was no place to take a shower, so he had to wipe it in the room.

Song Boxue was silent: "Sister Jiang, wash up first, I'll go to the store and get another quilt."

--------------------

The author has something to say:

The author V-bo has a map of Baiyue on the top, so you can see the location of each prefecture more intuitively.

"Jinjiang July Shore"