The county magistrate is not slag very A

Song Boxue's jaw almost dropped: "She knows I'm a woman? Why don't I know?"

No wonder Jiang Fanyin was so easy to deceive in the memory of the original owner. When he invited her to drink, she took the cup and drank it, but was cheated by the original owner.

The co-author knew that she was a daughter, so she didn't guard against this at all.

Mrs. Song glanced at her, and said angrily, "Did you forget that you were seen wearing crotch pants when you were a child? What kind of memory, I really haven't inherited it in my brain at all, and I have a good face."

After all, she touched her face narcissistically, and walked to the half-height bronze mirror to take a picture.

The corners of Song Boxue's eyes twitched, it wasn't she who forgot, but the original owner forgot, okay?

Seeing Mrs. Song looking in the mirror, she couldn't help touching her face, got up and squeezed in front of Mrs. Song, looking at the person in the bronze mirror.

The original owner was dressed in a blue robe as a man's attire, with clear eyebrows and thin lips.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a delicate and handsome young man, ah no, he is a delicate and beautiful lady.

It was almost carved out of the same mold as the original her.

"Go aside, remember that you are now a man, the magistrate of the county, don't be stinky." Song smiled and poked her daughter's head with her finger, feeling a little sad in her heart.

After the child was born, the master went there. She pitifully claimed that she had given birth to a son in order to keep the Song family's property. After so many years, the road has gone deeper and deeper, and it is already difficult to turn back.

Song Boxue touched his nose in embarrassment, and turned sideways to get out of the mirror.

Song sighed and said: "My son has never complained about being a mother? If it's not possible, I can resign. If we change to a place where no one knows us, my son will resume her status as a woman and find a good man to marry..."

"No, no, no, I don't complain, not at all, being the magistrate is very prestigious." Before Song could finish speaking, Song Boxue shook his head and refused.

As a modern person, she knows how difficult it is for women in ancient times, so she doesn't want to settle down in the back house, she wants to ride a horse and live happily ever after.

Mrs. Song was not surprised when she heard this, and seemed to be used to it: "Hey, although you always say that, I feel bad for my mother. If your damn father is alive, our mother and I won't... woo woo woo... "

As she spoke, Song raised her handkerchief and sobbed softly again.

Song Boxue felt dizzy for a while, and the original owner's mother was too crying.

She rubbed her eyebrows and comforted strangely, "Don't cry, go to bed early."

Seeing her turning her head away as if she was hiding something, Mrs. Song removed the handkerchief from her face, not a trace of tears.

"Little heartless, you don't feel sorry for me as a mother at all."

The daughters of other families are all caring little padded jackets, but this one of hers is like a golden bell, and runs away when she sees her crying.

Song looked left and right at the bronze mirror, it was time to rest earlier, otherwise he would age faster.

After Song Boxue left from Mrs. Song's place, she didn't know where to go. She hesitated for a while and went back to her yard, only to find that the door was ajar, there was no sound from inside, and the hostess had already left.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief, now she can go back to her room to sleep, and don't have to worry about having nowhere to go at night.

Before dawn, Song Boxue was soundly asleep when there was a knock on the door outside.

"My son, wake up quickly, it's time to go to the Yamen." Song's voice sounded outside the door.

Speaking of which, it was really not easy for her to be a mother, and she finally survived until her daughter became an official. Although she had maids to serve her in daily life, her daughter had no one by her side.

I'm afraid that one day I will accidentally be seen as a woman disguised as a man.

So, as a mother, she took care of all Song Boxue's chores, including coming to wake her daughter up before dawn...

Of course, after her daughter puts on her official uniform and goes to the Yamen, she just needs to go back to sleep.

Song Boxue rubbed the headache caused by the hangover, suppressed the drowsiness and got out of bed, opened the door and said, "Mom, I'm awake, you can go to bed again."

After the words fell, she realized what she said, as if she was called 'mother'.

It's quite fluent, could it be influenced by the original owner's memory?But she was an orphan, and that was all right.

Seeing her open the door, Mrs. Song responded hastily, and ran away in a hurry. Sleep is the most important thing. Waking up so early every day made her sleepy.

After Song Boxue washed up, he went to the front hall according to his memory.

Master Zhou was already waiting there as usual, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw her, and he quickly covered it up: "My lord."

Song Boxue nodded solemnly, and the two walked forward one after the other.

The original owner lived in the back house of the county government, which is the so-called Santang.

It is a big house with three exits and three entrances, three large courtyards and three small courtyards, and more than 60 large and small rooms.

Beyond that is the second hall, which is usually used for office work and reception.

Further forward is the court. The county magistrate usually does not have to go to the court. Usually, someone beats the drum to complain, and only goes to the court when the case needs to be resolved.

Most of the time, the county magistrate just sat in the second hall to read official documents and deal with government affairs.

Song Boxue went to the table and flipped through it. It was a traditional Chinese character she knew.

After she sat down, she couldn't help sighing again. The original owner, a mediocre official, still has dark eyes after taking office for a month, and he doesn't know anything about the general affairs of the place under his jurisdiction.

One of the few work-related memories is that I was greedy for two sums of money.

Master Zhou saw that she didn't seem to know what to do, and reminded her in a timely manner: "My lord, the case of Mr. Wang has not yet been judged."

Prince?

Come to think of it, he is the son of Master Wang, one of the two pieces of money that the original owner corrupted.

It's true that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, does she dare to take this hot money?

It seems that the original owner has taken over...

Song Boxue rubbed his temples, and said, "Let me...let me think about this matter, Master Zhou should go get busy with other things first."

Think about how to shake the pot, or how to make the hot silver not hot.

Master Zhou narrowed his eyes, and replied 'yes' without saying anything.

After Mr. Zhou left, Song Boxue spread out on the chair, wishing he could yell "Heavenly", can I send the money back to Mr. Wang now?

She thought about the case carefully, Wang Gongzi was the defendant, charged with robbery.

It was a poor girl named Liu Erniang who sued the prince. No one could believe that the wealthy prince would rob the girl of three taels of silver.

But without waiting for a clear question, Master Wang sent 100 taels of silver notes to the original owner, bluntly saying that it was his son who did it, and the son was just playing a little joke on the girl.

The original owner took the money and released the prince directly, and even imprisoned the little girl under the instruction of the prince.

Song Boxue rubbed his eyebrows irritably, this prince deserves to be beaten up, why don't you need money to steal money from other girls.

After reading the county annals for a day, she has a general understanding of this dynasty. The dynasty she lives in now is the Baiyue Dynasty, and this year is the 11th year of Baiyue.

As for Pingchuan County, which was under the jurisdiction of the original owner, it can be summed up in four words: poor and remote.

When it was time to go to the yamen, Song Boxue returned to the back house, remembered that there was still a heroine waiting for her, and had some ideas.

The problem must be solved, so let's meet the heroine.

She ordered the kitchen to prepare a table of food and wine, and ordered someone to invite Jiang Fanyin.

It is better not to accumulate any hatred or grievance over the years. It is better to talk about it early. Fortunately, the original owner did not have time to do anything except tie up the heroine in the drink last night, and there is still room for redemption.

When Jiang Fanyin heard the message from his servants, remembering how he passed out after drinking a glass of wine last night, and when he woke up and was tied up, he clenched the dagger in his sleeve tightly.

She just went to the kitchen this morning to find it for self-defense. She originally thought that Song Boxue was a woman and had a marriage contract with her. Before her father fell into trouble, she was urged to let her join the Song family, so she was not prepared.

But what happened last night made her unable to trust this fiancé who disguised herself as a man, even though he let her go in the end.

"My lord, please come to my room." Jiang Fanyin's first reaction was to refuse, but the county government is full of Song Boxue's people, so there is no way to refuse, if it is impossible, he can only leave here.

It's just that Dad can't trust others, and neither can she. Right now, there is no one to turn to, so he is hesitant.

After hearing the boy's reply, Song Boxue readily agreed to come to Jiang Fanyin's room.

"Sister Jiang, I'm here to make amends for you." Song Boxue cheekily called her sister when she entered the door. According to the memory of the original owner, Jiang Fanyin was two years older than her, so calling her sister was also appropriate.

And since Jiang Fanyin already knew that she was disguised as a man, there was no need to cover it up.