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Jiang Fanyin lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.

Song Boxue closed the door and went outside, asking the store for a quilt.

"At this day, the quilt is warm enough. If the two gentlemen want to sleep separately, the quilt may not be able to fit."

Song Boxue thought about the size of the single bed, and it seemed that there was no room for the extra quilt.

Turning around, Jiang Fanyin listened to her and said calmly, "We are all women, it doesn't matter if we squeeze."

Seeing Jiang Fanyin, Song Boxue didn't seem to care at all, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Why did he feel that he was the only one who cared about this and that, as if he was guilty of looking forward and backward.

She stabilized her mind, forced herself to stop thinking about what was there, turned her back, and fell asleep with her head covered.

The sound of regular breathing came from beside him, and Jiang Fanyin's tense body relaxed a little.

She stroked her chest lightly, listening to her heartbeat resounding in her ears clearly, and slowly closed her eyes.

It's really fake and easy...

On the second day, thinking of the broken silver that was more than half a tael, the store kindly prepared some pancakes for them, and the horses were fed.

There were small villages and towns along the way, so they didn't stop. They ate pancakes with water at noon, and hurried on their way.

After entering Weitian Mansion, the road becomes much smoother, and even the villages and towns are obviously more prosperous.

The place where the two settled down this time is a small county town in Weitianfu. There are many inns and restaurants on the street.

Song Boxue touched the purse, passed the restaurant without looking sideways, and found a small inn.

Jiang Fanyin remained silent and did not express any opinions.

It's just that after paying the silver, he silently took out a tael of silver: "My share."

Meals and room rates in the inn were more expensive than those in the small town, and they spent two or two taels of silver on this day.

Song Boxue took it without changing his expression: "I will accept the money first, and the five taels owed to Sister Jiang will be paid back to you after receiving the monthly payment."

The Song family gave her a total of three taels of silver, and now she has only half a tael left.

If she didn't accept it, she would be penniless when she returned home, and the hostess would have to pay for everything, which would be even more embarrassing.

Jiang Fanyin nodded slightly.

She is not short of money, and my father had predicted everything a few days before he was imprisoned.

Not only sent her out of Fucheng early, but also let her bring all the savings of the family.

When she heard the news of the ransacking of the house on the road, she was already sitting on the carriage to Pingchuan County with a huge sum of money.

But these should not be told to outsiders.

It's about her father's life and death, even if it's this person in front of her, she can't completely trust her.

Furthermore, she came here with a purpose this time, and it was only through Song Boxue that she could naturally ask Wei Tianfu to intervene.

If he came alone, he might not be able to see the prefect of Wei Tianfu.

Early on the morning of the third day, they rushed to the government office of Wei Tianfu.

I heard that they came from Liuping Mansion, and they wanted to see the magistrate, and after a short wait, they were led into the magistrate's back office.

The magistrate of Weitian Mansion was surnamed Miao, his family had been officials for several generations, and he acted like a mirror in his heart. Pingchuan County was clearly affiliated with Liuping Mansion, but he traveled thousands of miles to Weitian Mansion.

After seeing the ceremony, he waved his hands to let the irrelevant people back down.

"Sit down, both of you. I don't know why County Magistrate Song is here?"

Song Boxue didn't go around and took out Jiang Wuyi's military document. If Wei Tianfu, which is directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, can't believe it, then she can't help it.

After seeing it, the magistrate Miao was startled. Without the permission of the court, he asked the local officials to cooperate in the private casting of weapons. This is really not a small matter.

He put the document on the table, and said calmly: "This kind of matter should be reported to the government office of Liuping Prefecture. Why is Song County magistrate so far away?"

It seems that it is still easy to travel, there are only two people, and the county magistrate is here in person, Liuping Mansion may be in big trouble.

When Song Boxue came, he had already planned his speech: "Your Majesty Miao doesn't know. The former magistrate of Liuping Mansion was imprisoned not long ago. He was charged with treason, and the case has not yet been finalized. So don’t dare to report it rashly.”

Prefect Miao was silent for a moment, and said: "Master Song, please be safe and don't be impatient. This official will present to the court."

He took a look at Song Boxue, the young county magistrate of Qipin, dared to cross the Liuping mansion, it was very courageous.

Weitian Mansion is next to the capital, and it can go back and forth in one day, depending on the arrangements of the higher authorities.

Song Boxue also knew that there was no rush, and that he would have to wait in Wei Tian Mansion for a whole day, so he bowed and retreated.

Before the two of them could walk out of the magistrate's back office, Jiang Fanyin stopped and said, "I left something just now, please wait for me for a while."

Song Boxue turned around and watched Jiang Fanyin silently.

Jiang Fanyin's heart tightened, and he squeezed the fingers in his sleeve slightly, trying to keep calm on his face.

"Okay, Sister Jiang, go and come back, I'll wait for you here." Song Boxue smiled suddenly, and stood still.

Jiang Fanyin staggered her gaze, turned and walked back.

About half an hour later, Jiang Fanyin rushed back: "I've been looking for it for a long time..."

"It's okay, let's go." Song Boxue interrupted her explanation, turned and walked in front.

She is not in the mood to ask about the heroine's affairs. Since she has decided not to get involved, she will resign in the future.

As for the heroine...

One day, the hero is worried, so she, the cannon fodder, won't mind her own business.

Jiang Fanyin bit the corner of her lips, feeling complicated and inexplicable. She didn't know if it was because this person was considerate and didn't ask questions, or because she was guilty of making up excuses.

Towards evening, the prefect Miao summoned Song Boxue again, and after summoning her, Jiang Fanyin was left alone.

Song Boxue still didn't ask questions, and kept his own sense of propriety.

The meaning above is to divide the troops into two groups, on the one hand, let her make false claims and act according to circumstances.

On the one hand, they will secretly send people to investigate and visit, and the hatchback will cooperate.

When they went back, the prefect Miao sent two guards to go with them, saying that if something happened, these two people could deliver the letter in time.

Song Boxue didn't refuse. She didn't have anyone she could trust in the county government. It's a good thing to have someone reliable who can deliver the letter in time.

They rested in Weitian Mansion for one night, and on the fourth day they hurried back to Pingchuan County.

Because after a trip, I don’t need to ask for directions, and it’s much faster to go back.

One day, he left Weitian Mansion and returned to the boundary of Liuping Mansion. There were few pedestrians on the road, and the trees became monotonous. Most of the sights were pine trees.

They only cared about their journey, so they had to stay in a ruined temple in the wild that night.

The two guards arranged by Zhifu Miao were both quiet and able to do things. One went to find firewood and the other to find food without ordering.

A bonfire was soon set up in the ruined temple, and two ye chickens were roasting on it. Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin didn't have to do anything, just wait to eat.

Song Boxue was staring at the bonfire in a daze, and Jiang Fanyin tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Someone is here."

"Ok?"

Song Boxue looked outside, and a group of people led their horses and stopped in front of the ruined temple. There were four of them just like them.

The leader was a young man dressed in brocade clothes and handsome in appearance, and the other three were obviously servants serving the man in fine clothes from their words, deeds and attire.

Walking into the ruined temple, the man in Chinese clothes saw the people in the temple clearly, and his eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Fanyin, as if he was a beauty disguised as a man.

At first, neither of the two groups disturbed the other. Seeing that the time was almost up, the guards took apart the chicken with a knife.

Suddenly there was a smell of meat in the ruined temple, making people greedy.

The man in Chinese clothes whispered a few instructions, and the servant who served him followed him with a wine jug, wine glass and dry food.

"It is fate to meet each other, I don't know how many cups I will have the honor to drink with you."

The words were addressed to Song Boxue. After all, it seemed that she was the head of the two guards, but the man in the fancy dress looked at Jiang Fanyin more, and he was indeed a beauty.

Adhering to the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, Song Boxue refused: "We can't drink alcohol, so we can only live up to your kindness."

Don't think she can't see it, this man came to kill the chicken because of the smell.

The man was not annoyed when he was rejected, and he introduced himself: "I will see you in the next flower. I mean it is because I have seen a little knowledge. I wonder if I can get acquainted with you?"

With a thud, the chicken leg in Song Boxue's hand fell to the ground, see Hua?Isn't that the hero's alias?

Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin, and suddenly realized that the man's goal might not be the chicken, but the female lead.

Did the two know each other so early?

Or was it because of her that the two got to know each other earlier?

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Song Boxue: I feel complicated, very complicated...