The county magistrate is not slag very A

Jiang Fanyin stopped wiping his hair and met Song Boxue's gaze.

At this moment, she seemed to be frozen by the frost and dew in the middle of the night, and she didn't know how to react.

So, she should...

"If Sister Jiang doesn't want to, forget it, I can still restrain myself." Song Boxue raised his lips, revealing a wry smile.

"I didn't want to..."

"Then I'll take care of you." Song Boxue quickly answered the question with a genuine smile in his eyes.

She was an orphan in her previous life. She had no relatives, no reason, and no one she liked. Before she split up, she grew up by being brave and ruthless. In the end, she finally split into an Alpha and passed through here.

Although she had never experienced it before, she could probably infer that she felt differently towards Jiang Fanyin, at least she had never felt this way towards others in the past 20 years.

I want to hold hands, hug, accompany, and take her to see the sunset over the long river...

Therefore, since there are so many wants, the fool will quit without doing anything, regardless of his man-made hero.

Song Boxue turned around and closed the door, approached Jiang Fanyin, and held her shoulder: "Sister Jiang, how about we sit on the bed?"

"okay."

Jiang Fanyin touched the belt around his waist unconsciously, there was nothing there, the parchment had been handed over to Zhifu Miao when he went to Weitianfu.

Don't worry about the situation last time, this thought flashed in her mind, and her cheeks felt hot the next moment, what was she thinking?

They are all women, so nothing should happen...

Suddenly, Song Boxue had already sat by the bed, and she was sitting in Song Boxue's arms.

The hair on the back of the neck was still not completely dry, and was gently pulled over the left shoulder and hung down to the front of the chest.

Gathering heavily like dark clouds, with a sense of oppression that is about to come.

Song Boxue put his arms around Jiang Fanyin's waist with one hand, and stroked the back of her neck with the other, and said in a low voice, "Sister Jiang, if you feel uncomfortable, you can ask me to stop at any time. Don't force yourself, okay?"

The tone of voice was soft and careful that she hadn't had in all these years.

The person in the arms didn't respond, just lowered his head slightly, his body obviously tensed up.

Song Boxue approached slowly, and the touch was slightly cool, making the corners of her lips slightly hot.

The person in his arms trembled slightly, then froze and did not move again.

"Afraid?"

Song Boxue turned sideways to turn the person in his arms around, and looked at each other.

Jiang Fanyin turned her head to look away, her reddish earlobes carried a hint of seductive beauty, and her gentle eyebrows and eyes seemed shy and timid, very seductive.

She looked at the ground and murmured, "Don't be afraid..."

The ending trembled slightly, with countless hesitation.

Song Boxue's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes became darker: "How about this--would you be afraid?"

The hand that fell on the waist began to linger, began to push forward, not satisfied with being separated by the cloth...

"Song Boxue--"

Jiang Fanyin pressed her hand.

The city wall that had always been solid was shaken in an instant, but it was still struggling to hold on to the crumbling city gate, wondering if it should let the city fall.

Song Boxue's heart softened, and he let out a long sigh: "I don't seem to feel thirsty anymore. Sister Jiang should rest earlier, Jiang Qianhu will be interrogated tomorrow."

I don't know what expression the heroine will have when she knows that the so-called infatuated male partner is going to be sentenced to death, she thought a little badly.

Watching Song Boxue leave, Jiang Fanyin closed the door and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

It was as if the gate of the city was quietly opened a crack, but those who attacked the city outside the gate had already gone away, leaving only the remnants of the flag fluttering, hesitant.

When Song Boxue returned to his yard, he saw Mrs. Song standing outside the door.

"Little heartless, once you have a daughter-in-law, you will forget your mother. I won't see you every day."

Song put one hand on her waist, and poked Song Boxue's forehead with the other, complaining in her words, but concerned in her tone.

Song Boxue hid her head in her arms, and hurriedly opened the door and said, "Mom, stop poking your head, you're making me stupid."

Mrs. Song snorted, and withdrew her hand: "Going to Sanskrit again? When are you two going to get married? You are so tired all day long, you have no name and no role, just hurry up and forget about it, and you won't have to come back to sleep in the future. "

I don't know what's going on with these two children. If there is a situation, neither of them is in a hurry to get married.

Let's just say it's okay, the neck is gnawed like that.

Song Boxue rubbed his eyebrows, sat down and poured tea: "Mother, what if you like someone first, but she will have her own destiny in the future?"

No one wants to be affectionate, and everyone wants to be consensual.

She is no exception.

Song's face became more serious, and she sat down and said, "Do you have some thoughts about Sanskrit, and feel that you are a woman, and you are afraid that she will marry and have children in the future?"

Song Boxue opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Countless, most of you follow me, you have a fierce and straight temper, the only thing you follow your bloody father is that you can read, but you are not as good as me in one thing, that is, you are too tender emotionally. "

Song Shi shook her head and sighed.

Song Boxue rolled his eyes, she wasn't straight and straight, it was the original owner.

Song couldn't help poking her forehead again: "Don't deny it, Sanskrit is a bit like your dead ghost father in temperament, looking at it warmly, but actually has her own ideas in her heart, thinking of my old lady back then. I am the daughter of a merchant, and I love to read the scriptures of those young ladies. Later, those little goblins who claimed to be talented women attacked me and said, "Everything is inferior, only reading is high." Your father was standing in the crowd Li said lightly, 'but scholars also need to eat'."

Speaking of this, she paused.

Song Boxue served her tea cooperatively: "And then?"

Mrs. Song drank two sips of tea, moistened her throat, and then continued: "At that time, I wanted to see some kind-hearted person who would help me to speak, and in a blink of an eye, I saw your father. The student uniform, at first glance, looks like a poor scholar, but standing there, he looks like a chivalrous man who is happy to be kind and vengeful, and he lives more transparently than anyone else."

Hearing this, Song Boxue understood that the cheap mother was going to teach her what to do.

"Then what happened later? How did mother and father get together?"

Song raised her head, as if she saw herself many years ago through the void.

"Later, after reading so many chapters, I finally found a place to use them, and I also knew that too soon would be too purposeful, so I just stayed with your father, but it wasn't a company that did nothing, indisputable. It’s a fool not to rob. I, I have identified a truth, supported his pursuit, and tried to be nice to him, but in the process, we must also remember not to lose ourselves. You can’t tell people like him directly, you have to rely on him. He slowly realized that even if he didn't choose me in the end, I would at least have no regrets, and of course I couldn't let myself hang myself from a tree, the next one would be better."

Song shi spoke freely, but her eyes were slightly sour.

Song Boxue was thoughtful after hearing this, and seeing Song's sadness, he kindly advised: "Mother, if you still want to look for it again, I don't mind, as long as you feel happy."

The original owner's father passed away too early, and the Song family has not been easy for so many years. They can't spend their whole life guarding the children like this. Everyone should work hard to pursue the life they want.

"Shut up, don't talk if you can't speak, you damn old man, why did you go so early..." Song Shi covered her face and sobbed after a disagreement.

Song Boxue was dumbfounded, she shut up, okay, whoever said not to hang on a tree, whoever said the next one would be better.

She shouldn't be kind.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Song put down her hand, grabbed Song Boxue's head and poked it: "You know a P, you will know when you meet that person, some people meet too early, no matter how many people you meet in the future The scenery is not as good as the first glance, and the relationship is not so easy to talk about."

Mrs. Song wanted to continue preaching, but she saw Song Boxue staring at her face.

"What are you?"

"Mother, every time you cry so sad, why don't you have a single tear?" Is this the legendary saying that there is only thunder but no rain?

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, you little heartless little one..." Song covered her face, ran out directly, and only put down her hands when she was far away.

She raised her head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "Where are there still tears? The tears were all dried up in those years."

In the room, Song Boxue was in a mess for a while, and said to himself in a low voice: "Don't tell me if you like her, support her, treat her well, stay with her, and let her understand by herself."

In the end, even if the result is not what you want, it doesn't matter, the next one is better, isn't it?

She seemed to know what to do.

The next day, Song Boxue looked at Huajian who came uninvited, and couldn't help but his face darkened, he really dared to come.

"Take the prisoner Jiang Wuyi."

Jiang Wuyi was dragged up with iron chains on, still looking sluggish, oblivious to everything around him.

Song Boxue patted the gavel casually: "The assassins who assassinated me before have all confessed to being soldiers of the city guards. Under Jiang Wuyi's instigation, Jiang Wuyi confessed to his crimes in order to cover up the murder. According to the law of Baiyue, Killing people pays for their lives, and they are sentenced to be beheaded by Qiuhou."

It's late autumn now, and autumn will be over soon.

"Sir Song is such a powerful official. Jiang Wuyi is a thousand households of my city guard army. You can't kill him just by saying." Huajian stood up and made trouble without even thinking about it. It's really unlucky to look like a coward who doesn't know what to do now.

Today, he wants to see how brave this seventh-rank sesame official is.

Song Boxue smiled when he heard the words: "Young General Hua's words are wrong. According to what you said, wouldn't the soldiers of the city guard army be able to kill people at will, after all, others have no right to deal with it."

Is the fox pretending to be the tiger?Heh, then let your great general daddy come, who will show a bad-ranked major general his face.

She would like to see if this Jiang Wuyi can attract a big Buddha, thinking about it, she still has some expectations.

Hua Jian suddenly felt ashamed, and said in a low voice: "What crimes did Jiang Qianhu commit? There are military laws to deal with it. Lord Song, don't tarnish the reputation of the city guards."

Jiang Wuyi could die, but not in this way, otherwise his face as a major general would be lost.

"Fame? Major General Hua knows how to protect the reputation of the city guards. I thought you had forgotten about it. Jiang Wuyi confessed some of it last night. I don't know if Major General is interested in hearing about it."

Song Boxue pointed out that she still can't touch the male lead, after all, the identity of the major general is there, and now there is no evidence for death, and Jiang Wuyi has also lost his mind, but it's okay to add trouble to the male lead.

Thinking of this, she glanced in Jiang Fanyin's direction.

Jiang Fanyin seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were unblinking, and his face was expressionless.

Huajian clenched her fists after hearing these threatening words: "Song Boxue, don't think that Pingchuan County is your all-powerful place, you should know that there is Liuping Mansion above you."

"Really? Then Major General Hua should go and invite the magistrate, but the major general may not have heard a word saying that the strong dragon cannot overwhelm the local snake. I am waiting for you and retreat."

Song Boxue stood up impatiently, as if she didn't know that the new magistrate of Liuping Mansion and the city guards were the same breed?

Otherwise, she would not have gone to Wei Tian Mansion for help before.

"Song Boxue, you are so daring..." Hua Jian shouted unwillingly, but seeing Song Boxue didn't turn his head back, she felt even angrier in an instant.

Song Boxue doesn't care how angry the flower behind her is, she won't engage in those pointless arguments. Do you think it's children bickering?

Childish and uninteresting.

Seeing this, Jiang Fanyin was about to follow Song Boxue when Huajian stopped him: "Miss Jiang, don't worry, I will hurry to Fucheng and rescue Jiang Qianhu. If Jiang Qianhu is in prison, what will happen?" Don't be afraid of accidents, I am brotherly brother to your brother-in-law, and I will take good care of you for him."

The corners of Master Zhou's mouth twitched when he heard it. He seemed to have forgotten to tell the Major General that Jiang Qianhu, a righteous brother, seemed far less important than Song Boxue, his fiancé, to Jiang Fanyin.

Jiang Fanyin stopped when he heard the words, and said calmly: "Brother Yi killed someone, and he should pay for his life. General Hua shouldn't just talk about friendship and disregard the law."

She heard clearly just now that the dozen or so assassins were all killed by Jiang Wuyi. Those were more than a dozen living lives. Since they did something wrong, they should pay the price.

She was a little sad, and even regretted Jiang Wuyi's fate, but she couldn't sympathize with her, let alone agree with her.

No one can take human life as a joke, because everyone has a family behind them. Sometimes you think that only one person has been killed, but you don't know what kind of disaster and pain it has brought to a family.

Huajian was at a loss for words for a while, she didn't expect Jiang Fanyin to be so cold and heartless, didn't it mean that she was in trouble, didn't she mean that besides Jiang Wuyi, she had no other relatives?

How can you be so indifferent?

He didn't understand what kind of ecstasy soup that Song Boxue had given Jiang Fanyin to make her disregard the lives of her relatives.

Before he could think it through, Jiang Fanyin left the courtroom. She wanted to see Song Boxue, and wondered if the experience she had never experienced last night was what she had guessed.

She seemed to have fallen into a maze, and only by seeing Song Boxue and hearing Song Boxue's words could she find the exit and calm herself down from the restless state.

But when she actually met someone, she didn't know where to start, where to ask.

"Will he be executed?"

"Otherwise?" Song Boxue raised his eyebrows, looking at Jiang Fanyin leisurely, waiting for her next words, is it asking for love?

If it is to intercede, then perhaps she should put away her thoughts, and people should do the right thing.

No matter how tempted she is, she will never love someone who doesn't know right from wrong.

The corners of Jiang Fanyin's lips pursed slightly, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Song Boxue waited for a while, but before he could say a word, he asked, "Why didn't Miss Jiang stop talking?"

It's Miss Jiang again...

Jiang Fanyin couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously said, "You called me Sister Jiang last night."

If you need her help, you can call her sister, and if you don't need her, you can call her a girl. This person is really too good.

Song Boxue was taken aback when he heard the words, and fixedly looked at Jiang Fanyin.

Until she looked away from the person in front of her, she smiled suddenly, got up and walked to Jiang Fanyin's side, holding the suet white jade hand and shaking it.

"Sister Jiang—I'll call you Sister Jiang anytime from now on, okay~"

The person in front of him was wearing a dark blue official uniform, one second he was serious and serious, the next second he was like a teenager, smiling brightly and flamboyantly.

The tone was soft, the eyebrows were picturesque, and the hand that was attached to her shook gently, making people flustered.

Jiang Fanyin was dazed for a moment, and replied in a daze, "Okay—"

She likes to hear this person call herself 'Sister Jiang', especially in such a smiling tone.

Song Boxue frowned, and couldn't help but push forward: "Sister Jiang, I'm a little thirsty again. It seems that I've been under too much pressure these days. I'm always worried about offending someone I shouldn't. What should I do if I lose control from time to time? "

As for who is putting pressure on her, of course it is Young General Hua. To hell with his man of heaven, she will not let the latecomer take the lead. Since she is destined to choose one of the two, she will be more powerful than one.

Calmly put eye drops on people, she knows this trick.

Thirsty again?

Jiang Fanyin glanced around. Although there were only the two of them here, and the guards outside the door would not look over, she still felt a little embarrassed.

She stabilized her mind, held Song Boxue's hand back, and said softly: "Be patient for a while, okay? Although Hua Jian is a major general, he has no official status after all. You have the support of the prefect Miao behind you, so don't worry too much .”

The person in front of him lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were full of concern, his voice was slightly soft, and his body exuded an extremely gentle charm.

Like the bright moon falling like a mirror, it is clearly held up, but it is tightly seduced.

Song Boxue has lived in his own world for 20 years, living carefully all day long, and has never been treated so tenderly.

Her eyes flickered unnaturally, and she lowered her head: "But when Hua saw that it was the major general, I couldn't calm down. I always felt unbearably thirsty. I was afraid that I couldn't control myself and lose control in front of outsiders."

Jiang Fanyin felt inexplicably distressed when he saw the man who seemed lonely and lowered his head in fear.

She bit the corner of her lips lightly, and glanced at the door not far away, the gatekeeper showed some corners of her clothes.

"Go and close the door." The voice was low and barely audible.

Song Boxue raised his head, with an unconcealable youthful look in his eyebrows: "Okay."

Turning around, she curled the corners of her lips silently. Sister Jiang is too kind and easy to soften her heart. What should I do? She suddenly felt that she was so despicable.

Despicable enough to want to monopolize this tenderness, to keep Jiang Fanyin's soft heart and kindness, to have a life spent with Jiang Fanyin, a life that belongs to them alone.

In the clear sky and broad daylight, the door of the Second Hall was slammed shut by the young magistrate, followed by the sound of locking.

The two guards at the gate looked at each other, and silently looked away from each other, not daring to inquire or ask more questions, after all, so many brothers are still locked up in prison.

Now they are all in danger, afraid that if they are not careful, they will lose their jobs, and they can't wait to kneel down all night to show their loyalty to the county magistrate.

The biggest person in the county government of Pingchuan County is the county magistrate.

"Sister Jiang, the door is locked." Song Boxue walked back and took Jiang Fanyin's hand, his voice dragged unconsciously, like a villain holding candy, coaxing a girl who has never tasted sweets to taste it Tempting taste.

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July: The emotional views mentioned in this article only represent the personal views of Song Boxue and Song Shi, and have nothing to do with the author himself (cover face)

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