The county magistrate is not slag very A

What do you mean many things will not become clear until Major General Hua returns?

Jiang Fanyin's eyes were puzzled, she was silent for a moment, and she asked lightly, "Why wait for him to come back?"

For no reason, she felt a little bored in her heart, but she couldn't tell why.

"If I don't finish dealing with this major general, I won't feel at ease." Song Boxue walked over to hold Jiang Fanyin's hand, feeling at ease.

After the two of them held hands, they didn't speak any more. The moon was bright and the stars were few, and the shadows overlapped. It was quiet and beautiful.

After returning to the back house and sending Jiang Fanyin back to his room, Song Boxue came to the Song family.

"Mother, tomorrow you don't have to get up early to ask me to go to the Yamen."

Song said with a worried face: "In case you wake up late, you won't be in trouble, right?"

This child used to be reminded ten thousand times, telling her to knock on the door every day, for fear of oversleeping, but now it is strange.

Could it be that the child has grown up?

Song Boxue paused, and smiled impeccably: "Mother, don't worry, I'm already this old, how can I be too sleepy to cause trouble."

Song glanced at her, and sighed inexplicably in her heart, she really grew up.

However, this kid is in his 20s and only grown up now?Why do you think it's weird?

"It's best if you can rely on yourself. My mother can finally sleep well. Go back and rest."

Leaving from Mrs. Song, Song Boxue went back to his room, took a shower and changed his clothes, ready to implement his own challenge.

In the end, she simply put on her official uniform and went out quietly.

"Sister Jiang, it's me."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Jiang Fanyin was about to blow out the candle, but when she heard Song Boxue's voice, she slowly clenched her fingers, feeling nervous.

I came to look for her at this time, could it be because I have an illness?

The door was opened, and Song Boxue was seen holding an official uniform.

"But sick?"

"No, it's just that I'm a little confused. I'm afraid I'll lose control, so I just came to find you directly. Sister Jiang won't drive me out."

Jiang Fanyin looked at her quietly for a while, then turned sideways: "It's heavy outside, don't catch a cold, come in."

"Thank you, Sister Jiang." Song Boxue walked in the door with a smile on his face, his eyes were so deep that others could not detect.

The heroine is so easy to soften her heart, she sighed in her heart, but she didn't stop taking a step, she went straight to the carved wooden bed, and even slept in it, because she was afraid that she would be kicked off.

After all, it's a challenge, isn't it...

Jiang Fanyin closed the door, and then remembered that there were no extra quilts in her room. Seeing Song Boxue hang up her clothes and lie down on the bed, she silently took out a pillow from the closet, walked to the table, and blew The candles were extinguished.

Forget it, they are all women, and they have shared the same bed when they went to Weitian Mansion before, so treat them with a normal heart.

Jiang Fanyin put the pillow away and lifted the quilt.

After lying down, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the bed was big enough and the quilt was spacious, so she didn't have to sleep next to each other when they went to Wei Tianfu.

As soon as this thought came to her, she froze and her breathing stopped suddenly.

"Sister Jiang, it's late autumn and it's a bit cold."

Song Boxue turned half sideways, groped for Jiang Fanyin's waist with one hand, and hugged him slightly.

"Ah."

"Sister Jiang, you smell so good." Song Boxue approached, and there was a faint scent of green tea, refreshing and pleasant.

"Well, sometimes you smell very fragrant." Jiang Fanyin was a little confused, thinking of the sweet and fruity fragrance that Song Boxue would emit every time he got sick.

Suddenly, she paused in her thoughts. During the day in the second hall, she didn't seem to smell that nice lemon fragrance.

So is this person suffering from a disease, or is he deliberately belittled by her like a disciple...

Thin?

Can two women be frivolous?

It is possible!

Jiang Fanyin held the hand that moved up from the waist to the lower abdomen, and said in a shy voice, "Go to bed early, don't mess around."

Song Boxue moved his fingers, and retracted his arms politely: "Okay, I'll sleep now and listen to Sister Jiang."

She lay back on her back, the corners of her mouth raised slightly in the dark night, don't worry, take it step by step.

After all, she will share the same bed every night in the future. She can restrain herself and is willing to wait, willing to give Jiang Fanyin enough time to comprehend.

In the early morning, before dawn, a fast horse swung its whip into the city the moment the city gate opened, and came all the way to the county government office.

When Lin Da saw his younger brother, he whispered a few words and made trouble.

"Second brother, Mr. Song told me to report as soon as I came back. Do you think I should knock on the door now?"

There is still some time before dawn, and it is still early before the time to go to Yamen. It should be fine to report after dawn.

Lin Er thought for a while, nodded and said: "The situation is urgent, General Hua may be entering the city soon, it is better to report to Master Song as soon as possible."

Lin Eryi thought so, so the two brothers came outside Song Boxue's courtyard and asked for a biography.

The servant who guarded the door knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"grown ups?"

Lin Da and Lin Er looked at each other and checked the doors and windows. The door was locked from the inside, and one of the rear windows was chained from the outside in some abnormal way.

They hesitated for a moment, and called the door a few more times. Seeing that there was still no response, they opened the back window, and there was no one inside.

The room was very tidy, without any signs of fighting, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like the owner had left on his own.

After all, there is no villain who would superfluously fasten the rear window from the outside.

"Perhaps I went to the old lady's place." Lin Er thought for a while and suggested a possibility.

The two brothers hurried to Song's place again.

Hearing the knock on the door, Song quickly opened the door: "What's the matter, it's like calling a soul early in the morning."

"Madam, is Lord Song with you?"

"Not here, what's the matter, isn't she in her room?" Mrs. Song glanced at the sky, she shouldn't, it's not so early even if she went to call the door by herself.

"Master Song is not in his room, and his subordinates have something important to report, but Mr. Song cannot be found, so they came to disturb the old lady."

Not in your room?

Song was taken aback, and suddenly remembered last night, the child told her not to call the door, could it be because she didn't come home at night and was afraid she would find out?

No, others don't know, doesn't she know?

Although the child of his family is a man to the outside world, he is actually a daughter. Where can a girl go to make a fuss if she doesn't go back to her room at night.

toss?

Song's eyes lit up: "I know where she is, follow me."

You little bastard, you are too impatient, you must go to torment that child Fanyin again.

She remembered seeing the bruise on Jiang Fanyin's neck, and shook her head, young man, tsk tsk...

Halfway through the walk, Mrs. Song suddenly turned around again, no, her daughter is hiding this from her mother, and she definitely doesn't want others to know.

She turned her head and glanced at the Lin brothers and several servants who were following behind her. If this passed by in a mighty way, wouldn't everyone know that the magistrate of Tangtang County was going to sleep late at night.

Song pretended to think of something, and ordered: "Look at my brain, Bo Xue is right there with me, step back, you two go to the front hall and wait, I'll call her over."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and they all lowered their heads in response: "Yes, old lady."

Seeing that everyone stopped following, Mrs. Song continued to walk towards Jiang Fanyin's yard.

In the front hall, Lin Da was a little puzzled and said: "Since Mr. Song is with the old lady, why didn't the old lady go back, but went elsewhere instead."

Weird.

Lin Er took a look at his elder brother, he was good at martial arts and honest, but lacked a little wit.

He explained helplessly: "The old lady should be going in the direction of Miss Jiang's yard."

"Miss Jiang, isn't Master Song...hehe...but Master Song and Miss Jiang are not married yet." Lin Da touched his head and sighed to himself.

Lin Er didn't say anything more. Speaking of which, the young county magistrate's back house was a rare cleanliness.

There is no roommate, no concubine, and only Miss Jiang is with her. If the two get married, they should be the rare infatuated couple in the world.

On the other side, Mrs. Song knocked on Jiang Fanyin's door.

Song Boxue opened his eyes and rubbed the corners of his eyes. Seeing that Jiang Fanyin was about to get up, he reached out and hugged him in his arms: "Sister Jiang, sleep again."

The hand was soft and soft, and the touch was so good that she couldn't help pinching it. Before she was conscious, she didn't know what she was doing.

Jiang Fanyin trembled, took the hand that was on her chest, and gently moved it away: "There is a knock on the door, I'll go and take a look."

The people behind me withdrew their hands obediently.

Jiang Fanyin got up and put on his clothes, and unconsciously raised his hand to cover his heart. The bells and drums were still ringing, as if they were about to burst, making them noisy and restless.

"Bo Xue, Sanskrit..."

Song's voice came from outside the door, and Jiang Fanyin opened the door without further delay.

"The door is finally opened, was Bo Xue with you last night?"

"Aunt Song, Bo Xue is still asleep." While speaking, Jiang Fanyin's ears turned red for no reason, and she didn't dare to meet Song's eyes.

Mrs. Song glanced at her face, then shifted her gaze to stare at her neck.

There are no traces that shouldn't be there. Is it because I am afraid that people will see it and know how to avoid it?

Song's sizing was too obvious, causing the blush on Jiang Fanyin's ears to gradually spread, and in an instant, red clouds spread all over his face.

What's more, it was Song's next order.

"Don't call your child aunt in the future. It's time to change your mouth. Mother knows that you are a good child. You can't indulge her like this in the future. Your marriage should be handled. When the time comes, you will be chai lie...whatever. Do you understand?"

Jiang Fanyin didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod with a blushing face.

At this time, Song Boxue also got dressed and came over.

"Mom? Why are you here? Listen to my explanation. There is nothing between me and Sister Jiang... Oops, it hurts..."

Song Boxue was afraid that Mrs. Song would tell her what was on her mind, so she hurriedly opened her mouth to explain, but her ears were sternly twisted halfway through her words.

"Little bastard, I will make you innocent, I will make you abandon you from beginning to end, you little heartless, I will beat you to death..."

Song is so angry that he gnawed his neck like that, didn't return home at night, and came to bed without telling her mother, and still didn't admit his relationship with him, he was looking for death.

Jiang Fanyin stood aside, watching the mother and daughter fight and hide one by one, with embarrassment and envy on his face, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

"Mother... let go, it hurts... what's the matter with you coming so early." Song Boxue rubbed his ears, sucking cold air in his mouth, it hurts too much, okay, it feels like his ears are about to be twisted off.

This is too ruthless, besides, is it because she doesn't want to admit it?Isn't this step by step?

Mrs. Song remembered her purpose after being yelled at by her: "Go to the front hall quickly, Mr. Lin is back, and he said he has something important to report."

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