The county magistrate is not slag very A

Although they have to wait, although there are many unknowns in a year, Song Boxue is happy in his heart, because they know each other's heart.

She knew that Jiang Fanyin also had her in his heart, then everything would no longer be an obstacle.

After waiting for so long, Mrs. Song finally heard her daughter say: Mother, I want to marry Sister Jiang, and she thinks the same as me.

However, time cannot keep up with the changes...

As soon as autumn passed, winter came. The winter of Baiyue 11 years was extremely cold, and even the first snow came very early.

Entering the twelfth lunar month, a heavy snow fell one after another, and the sky and the earth were dyed white in one night.

Because there were still three days left before the marriage ceremony, Song Boxue obeyed Mrs. Song's instructions, and stayed in her own yard according to the rules these days, and did not go to look for Jiang Fanyin again.

That is, on this snowy night, an urgent letter was delivered to the Pingchuan County Government through the wind and snow.

The yamen servant immediately delivered the letter to the county magistrate.

Song Boxue looked at the signature on the envelope. The letter came from the magistrate's yamen in Liuping Prefecture. It was an official route, but it had a private seal.

It was Huajian, sent by Major General Hua, it didn't say who it was for, so Song Boxue just opened it up and looked at it.

The former magistrate Mr. Jiang fell ill in prison, and he feared that he would die soon...

The former magistrate Mr. Jiang was Jiang Fanyin's father. Song Boxue stared at the private seal on the letter, got up and spun around the table. He was Sister Jiang's only relative in this world, but he fell ill at this time.

The dog male lead must have done it on purpose. If she hides the news, Sister Jiang will definitely feel bad for her, but if she tells the truth, how can this relationship be successful.

Although the original book stated that Mr. Jiang would be acquitted next year and live a good life, she dared not gamble.

Because of her time travel, the plot has undergone too many changes, and she is afraid that a moment of selfishness will ruin everything.

As the snow continued to fall, Song Boxue put the letter in his arms and came to a courtyard not far away.

"Sister Jiang--"

"Why don't you take an umbrella, is it cold in such heavy snow, come in quickly."

As soon as the door was knocked, Jiang Fanyin hurriedly opened the door when he heard Song Boxue's voice.

Song Boxue's eyes were slightly sore, and he hugged her directly: "Sister Jiang, I miss you so much--"

She suddenly hated herself for being soft-hearted, so she simply burned the letter, because they will be married in three days.

Jiang Fanyin silently raised the corners of his lips, and patted Song Boxue's back lightly: "Aren't I here? What's wrong, are you nervous?"

She has been very nervous these days, and the tension is full of anticipation and joy.

They are about to get married.

The soft voice mixed with a slight smile fell on Song Boxue's ears like fairy music, making her mind tremble again and again.

She raised her head abruptly: "Sister Jiang, I can't wait, let's have a bridal chamber tonight."

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were supposed to be flamboyant when he said such words, but now his eyes were full of confusion, and even his tone of voice seemed anxious and uneasy.

Jiang Fanyin paused, and his ears turned red instantly: "In three days, we will get married--"

So don't be in such a rush...

"If I want to-" Song Boxue held Jiang Fanyin's chin and raised his brows slightly.

She wanted to do it now, because by the time they got married, her bride might have already traveled thousands of miles away.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Song Boxue's eyes, she was afraid...

As a modern Alpha, she was afraid for the first time, so afraid that she wanted to possess it despicably, as if only in this way could she resist those uncertain futures.

"Hey, wait two more days, okay?" Jiang Fanyin didn't know where her anxiety came from, so she could only comfort her softly.

She wants to be with this person on the most important day and the most beautiful night, regardless of love affairs.

Hearing this, Song Boxue's breathing stagnated slightly, the glands behind his ears throbbed uncontrollably, and the room instantly wafted a scent of lemon.

Fresh and strong, like the wind wrapped in blizzard, it filled the whole body in an instant.

"Are you sick?" Jiang Fanyin couldn't help guessing when he smelled the familiar lemon scent.

Counting the days, this person has not had an illness for nearly a month, no wonder he is so abnormal tonight, it turns out he has an illness.

"Sister Jiang—uh——"

As soon as Song Boxue opened her mouth, her lips were blocked by the person in her arms, making her swallow all the words.

There is the clear and audible breathing of each other in the ear, and the delicious food between the teeth is craving.

"That's fine, I'll quench your thirst, and then go back to sleep obediently, okay--"

When Song Boxue was clasping her waist tightly, Jiang Fanyin raised her head slightly and pulled some distance away, her voice trembling slightly.

Song Boxue raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, perhaps because he was so proactive for the first time, his originally jade-white ears, cheeks, and even his neck were stained bright red, and he was ashamed.

Her eyes deepened, and she approached her red ears in a low voice, and said in a low voice, "Sister Jiang, I won't touch you, but I want to stay tonight, just like you said, just quench my thirst and not do anything else." .”

That is of course impossible, she has never been a good person, so since she can't let go, then hold on tightly, then hold on to it despicably.

Song Boxue picked up the person in his arms and strode to the bedside.

The strong lemon scent enveloped Jiang Fanyin, and she was turned over, her heart beating dazedly and flustered.

There was a sudden pain in the back of the neck, a feeling I had felt before.

Something completely poured into her body.

Unscrupulous, possessing every nerve of her.

The pain was getting stronger and stronger, Jiang Fanyin couldn't help exhaling softly: "Song Boxue--"

"Don't be afraid, the pain will be gone in a while, just in a while--"

Song Boxue coaxed in a low voice, and the marking did not pause at all. She wanted to mark her sister Jiang forever.

Even if Jiang Fanyin is not an omega, even if Jiang Fanyin doesn't have glands, even if this is just a one-sided mark, even if all this is only meaningful to herself...

Jiang Fanyin was coaxed to let Song Boxue bite the back of her neck, and the pain soon weakened, so weak that she gradually lost consciousness.

Until she couldn't feel the pain, it was replaced by a hot and numb feeling.

Her body seemed to have lost control, floating and sinking in Song Boxue's light kiss.

After a long time, Song Boxue raised his head, looked at the exhausted man who had passed out, and said to himself, "Look, I haven't touched you, but I have you, even though only I know about it..."

Before going to bed, Song Boxue slowly lowered his head, and kissed preciously, on the most secret HY (garden)...

The snow pressed down on the branches, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, the moon hung on the night, shining on the white snow, turning the night into a slightly dim white, the moonlight was cold and blazing.

In the morning, Jiang Fanyin woke up slowly, feeling weak all over.

She subconsciously looked at the pillow, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see.

There was only one letter.

Jiang Fanyin picked up the letter, and when she sat up, she only felt soreness in her waist and knees, which reminded her of the scene of Gao Zhilan walking with his waist supported one morning.

She ticked the corner of her mouth silently and opened the letter.

After reading the content, Jiang Fanyin's eyes fell on the two lines that were obviously added at the end: Sister Jiang, I know that uncle is the most important thing. The carriages and horses are all ready, let Brother Lin bring someone to go with you, he is skilled in martial arts Okay, I also feel relieved, take care all the way, I will wait for you, and I will not send you off.

The words between the lines looked like a coward who dared not say goodbye, completely unlike Song Boxue's usual style of acting, but it made her feel sore, with subtle pain.

At noon, Song Boxue and Gao Zhilan were studying the map of Liuping Mansion, and Zhu Zhu came back from shopping outside after eating candied haws.

"You are still studying, it's time for lunch."

Hearing this, Gao Zhilan looked at the sky, then looked at Song Boxue, sighed, and turned around: "Let's go, let's eat."

Zhu Zhu nodded, and did not forget to call Song Boxue again: "Groom officer, it's time to eat, no matter how strong your physical strength is, you must eat, or you will have no strength waiting for your wedding ceremony."

Song Boxue glanced at her indifferently: "I am not hungry."

Zhu Zhu shook his head: "Tsk tsk tsk, don't treat yourself as a fairy, you must eat less of what you should eat, otherwise one day your fingers will be soft, and your status will be lost."

After saying that, she threw another hawthorn into her mouth.

Gao Zhilan on the side couldn't help frowning: "Zhuzi, don't talk too much, Master Song, she... Miss Jiang has gone to Fucheng."

Pata-

The hawthorn in Zhu Zhu's mouth fell out because of shock before he had time to bite it open: "I went to Fucheng, can I come back to get married in two days? No, that girl Jiang ran away from marriage?"

Song Boxue lowered his head, and said solemnly: "She didn't run away from marriage, but she has urgent matters to deal with first."

"Is it as urgent as your marriage? Mr. Song, you can't do it. Even if you are tied up, you have to pay homage first. Let me tell you-uh-." Zhu Zhu was dragged by Gao Zhilan covering his mouth in the middle of the sentence out.

She is very angry, her martial arts skills are amazing, why don't she be tougher on the bed if she is so amazing, what's the matter with always using force to suppress her outside, she doesn't want to lose face.

After leaving the door of the second hall, seeing Zhu Zhu's angry face, Gao Zhilan sighed and said: "If you can't speak, you should say less, why bother poking Mr. Song's sad things, you, when will you learn to be cautious in your words and deeds?" .”

Zhu Zhu pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "I want to teach her some experience, my daughter-in-law has already run away, so why not hurry after her, those who sit and wait to die are fools."

"Yes, yes, you have experience, you are smart, just shut up."

"Gao Zhilan, say it again, you actually told me to shut up, you wait at night..."

The conversation outside the door gradually became distant, and Song Boxue raised his head and looked in the direction outside the door.

At this time, I have already left Pingchuan County, and I don't know if the wind and snow outside are heavy or not, and the road is easy to walk.

While meditating, Li Xiucai walked in with a booklet.

"My lord, it's the end of the new year, and the taxes have not been collected. This year's harvest is not good. If the tax is paid by grain, the people may not have a good time this year."

Song Boxue flipped through the account book, and handed the key to the grain depot to Li Xiucai: "Use the grain in it to collect the tax first, and the common people will take it easy, and tell the people below that this year's tax will be exempted."

There is surplus food in the warehouse of the county government every year, and so many silver taels have been pledged a few days ago, there is no need to go and make the life of the people worse.

"My lord, this year the yamen has supplemented it with grain. What about next year? What will it do? This is not a solution. Hey, the soil here is too rough and the grain harvest is too poor." Li Xiucai is a local and knows that people's livelihood is difficult.

Pingchuan County is close to the sea, the temperature difference between day and night is large, the soil is sandy, saline and alkaline, and there are many hills. The fields are too scattered, so pine trees grow well.

Song Boxue's heart moved, and he pressed his finger on the map: "The tax is exempted, let the people plant pine trees first, as for what kind of food to plant next year, I will figure out a way."

Zhu Zhu was right, it would be a fool to sit and wait for death, so she shouldn't wait indefinitely.

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In order not to affect tomorrow's lottery draw, there are two updates today, and tomorrow's update will be updated in advance, and there will be another chapter at two o'clock in the afternoon, waiting for you~

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