The county magistrate is not slag very A

"Miss Jiang, did you just talk about medicine? What kind of medicine?" Huajian asked deliberately, he was not sure how strong the relationship between Jiang Fanyin and Song Boxue was.

However, no matter how strong it is, it can't withstand the revenge of killing the father.

He hoped that Jiang Fanyin would develop hatred for Song Boxue, so that he could get rid of this unreasonable little county magistrate in one fell swoop. As long as he entered the government prison, he was confident that Song Boxue would never come out alive.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Fanyin fixedly looked at his silent father, the corners of his lips were tightly drawn, and he didn't reply for a long time.

Huajian thought she was immersed in grief, so she reminded: "Miss Jiang, it's strange that uncle has gone, if you have any pain, just say it, and Wang Zhifu and I will definitely decide for you."

"Can I take Daddy away?"

Jiang Fanyin's eyes were dull, and the fingers under his sleeves pinched his palms hard.

How did daddy die, how did he die?

Just a moment ago, she was full of hope and thought that she was going to take her father out of the cage, so why did she die?

Before anyone could reply, Jiang Fanyin reached out to hold the wooden frame and walked forward step by step without looking at anyone.

She walked unconsciously, her palms were cold, bitingly cold.

The people who carried the wooden frame looked at each other and followed her to a coffin shop without saying anything.

Behind him, Hua Jian looked at Song Boxue who had followed him here, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Master Song, is he still determined? Is it possible that he still wants to be buried with Miss Jiang, she probably doesn't want to see you."

Song Boxue looked at the thin figure, and what caught his eyes was the noon sun, which was bright and warm, but it made people feel no warmth.

She looked dazed coldly, walked forward and hugged Jiang Fanyin gently, then turned around without hesitation.

"I wish General Hua and Sister Jiang a happy marriage for a hundred years."

With a low and lonely tone, Song Boxue slightly curled his lips when he walked a little further away, it should be done.

Zhu Zhu, who had been watching her all the time, saw that she was actually smiling, and worried, "Master Song, do you still know what your name is?"

Could it be that he was hit too hard and became a fool?

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows, and said in a clear voice, "The drowsiness drug will expire in about an hour, and we haven't finished our work yet."

"What do you mean? Isn't that magistrate Jiang out of breath?"

"You'll know then."

Outside the coffin shop, Jiang Fanyin stood blankly, with soft hands, in the palm of which was a small kit, which Song Boxue quietly stuffed in when he hugged her.

Her heart tightened, and she pretended to be calm and said: "Please prepare the best shrouds and shrines for the store, follow me, I want to tidy up my father's clothes."

The person who carried the wooden frame was paid for his work, and he had agreed at the beginning that he was carrying the dead, and the reward was generous, and he didn't care if he walked a few steps.

Huajian still followed behind, looking at Jiang Fanyin's back and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but he was more carefree. In this way, Jiang Fanyin would have no relatives in this world, and there would be no possibility of being with Song Boxue.

Only him, only him.

Only he can be Jiang Fanyin's reliance, the only reliance.

In the inn, Jiang Fanyin looked at his father who was lying quietly on the wooden plank, and slowly loosened his clenched palms all the way. Because of too much force, the note in the kit was deformed and even a little sweaty.

Seeing the words on it clearly, she shrank her eyes, staggered and threw herself on the wooden board, reaching out tremblingly to sniff.

In the next moment, tears welled up in his eyes.

Outside the door, Huajian heard the suppressed crying sound from inside, felt a little relieved, and left silently.

The thorns on the road have been removed, so there is no need to worry about it for a while.

Inside the door, Jiang Fanyin flung herself on top of her father, sniffing and feeling for her pulse from time to time, and crying and laughing while clutching the note.

'Uncle should have recovered his breath at this time, he will wake up in an hour, waiting for you outside the city gate, don't worry. '

Daddy is still alive, Daddy is fine, Song Boxue didn't lie to her, and didn't take Daddy's life as a joke.

Jiang Fanyin cried and laughed, and finally held the note to his chest, sobbing softly.

Her father is still alive...

Outside the city gate, Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu waited quietly. Seeing Jiang Fanyin helping the coffin out of the city gate, she raised her lips silently, and rode to the cemetery with Zhu Zhu first.

Seeing them, Jiang Fanyin's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be sad again and said, "Put down the coffin, you guys go back, you don't have to send them off for the rest of the way."

Zhu Zhu's guard hurried up to take over the coffin, carried it on and continued to move forward.

Jiang Fanyin followed behind the coffin, looking at the city gate getting farther and farther behind him, feeling at ease, and finally came out.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu rushed up to meet them and helped open the coffin.

"Uncle Jiang, are you okay... What's the matter?" Song Boxue stopped in the middle of his words, why didn't he wake up.

At that time, she just used her mental power to control Jiang Zhifu's breathing, and she should be fine soon, and the drowsiness medicine lasted for an hour at most, so she should wake up logically.

Jiang Fanyin uncomfortably touched the corner of Li Jiang's magistrate's clothes: "I was afraid that my father would not want to, so I gave him some more medicine, and help him into the carriage first."

Song Boxue: "..."

It was she who underestimated the heroine, not only knew how to be flexible, but also knew how to adapt to the situation and accept it well, which would save trouble.

Jiang Fanyin didn't come down immediately after helping him into the carriage.

Song Boxue looked at her with doubts in his eyes: "Sister Jiang? Don't worry, these guards are highly skilled in martial arts. I wrote to my mother in advance and will definitely take good care of Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Fanyin hesitated for a moment, then turned around and stuffed something in Jiang Zhifu's pocket before getting out of the carriage.

Even if she is worried, she can only stay, and if she stays and holds Hua Jian, her father will be safe and sound.

Zhu Zhu, who was on the sidelines, also realized at this time that Jiang Zhifu is not dead, everything before is just a scene, even she was deceived by Song Boxue, so angry.

She glanced at the carriage going away, and poked Song Boxue's arm: "Okay, you, how did you do it?"

It can actually make people lose their breath and come back to life, it's simply amazing.

Song Boxue had an inscrutable expression on his face: "The mountain people have their own tricks."

If you don't do this, how can you fool Huajian that cunning fox.

She turned around and walked to Jiang Fanyin's side, and put her arms in her arms: "Sister Jiang, I also made this decision because I was afraid that the acting would not be realistic enough."

Jiang Fanyin's eyes were slightly red, she didn't speak, but hugged her waist tightly, enjoying the peace of mind at this moment.

Zhu Zhu silently rolled her eyes, waved her hand and led the guards away, she really missed Gao Zhilan, it's too boring to be alone, it's better to have a wife by her side, if you want to hug and touch, it's not like now, I can only be envious, woo woo woo.

Not far away, Song Boxue lightly stroked Fujiang Fanyin's back, and coaxed in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Sister Jiang, if there's anything going on in the future, I must tell you in advance, okay?"

Jiang Fanyin hugged her and gave a muffled 'hmm', but remained silent.

She was afraid that she would cry if she opened her mouth.

At that time, she really felt that the sky was falling and that her father died because of the person she trusted the most. The heartache and death at that moment are still somewhat unbearable to this day.

Song Boxue touched her back, turned his head and kissed her temples: "Then, sister Jiang will come to see me tonight, please, quietly."

Jiang Fanyin sniffed, and his voice became hoarse: "Why do you have to be quiet?"

"Of course it's acting for Young General Hua. Only in this way can he completely dispel his vigilance, and Uncle Jiang can stay in Pingchuan County with peace of mind."

Song Boxue spoke softly, and couldn't help but kiss Jiang Fanyin's forehead while speaking.

"Mm--" Jiang Fanyin responded, lowering his head and leaning against Song Boxue's arms, his movements were full of dependence.

Song Boxue touched the top of her hair, and said in a warm voice, "After returning to the city, sister Jiang should ignore me when she meets me in front of outsiders. It's best to glare at me."

It's time for her to get down to business. Go around the city to see if she can find the seeds. She has to go back a year ago.

Jiang Fanyin thought about the scene where he was going to glare in the future, and raised his eyebrows pretending to be annoyed: "Is this so?"

The girl has gentle facial features, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and she is playful and cute in her pretended anger.

Song Boxue suddenly remembered the description of Jiang Fanyin in the later part of the original book. The female protagonist married into the male protagonist's backyard.

She is a standard lady who caters to everyone and does not offend everyone.

But there is only one piece of freshness missing, as if there has never been the freshness and willfulness of youth.

But Song Boxue didn't want to see Jiang Fanyin like that, she hugged Jiang Fanyin tightly: "Sister Jiang, I don't want to change your world, but I also hope you won't be changed by this world."

I hope you will always be confident and always stick to yourself...

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Jiang Fanyin's fair face flashed with confusion and confusion.

Song Boxue smiled lightly: "It's nothing, let's go back and wait for you tonight."

"it is good--"

Jiang Fanyin went back to the city first, while Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu deliberately stayed outside the city for half an hour, staggering the time before leaving.

On the way, Zhu Zhu asked curiously, "What if the prefect Jiang wakes up and doesn't want to go to Pingchuan County, and makes a fuss and comes back?"

After all, even Jiang Fanyin's own daughter doesn't have much confidence, and she still has to feed her father with medicine. Can those guards deliver her properly?

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows: "No."

"What won't?"

"Uncle Jiang won't wake up halfway."

Song Boxue raised his horsewhip. She had already arranged everything, such as giving the guards leading the team a few packs of medicine, and Uncle Jiang would remain in a coma until he entered the back office of Pingchuan County.

After that, after reading the letter, Mrs. Song should use her own method to make Uncle Jiang stay and wait for them to go back.

Zhu Zhu was taken aback, what does it mean that he won't wake up halfway?

No way!

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten when you treat your future father-in-law like this?"

Song Boxue replied: "I told the guards that you ordered me, the princess. Our noble and considerate Princess Pingyuan won't expose me. You can do me a favor, princess, otherwise my house will be in trouble."

Zhu Zhu "..."

Your uncle, no wonder there is one princess at a time. It turns out that you take advantage of all the good things, and I will be blamed for the bad things.

She opened her mouth to swear, but she saw that Song Boxue had whipped his horse at some point, and the person had already slipped away.

At night, Zhu Zhu got into bed early, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, but the person sitting on the opposite bed looked extraordinarily energetic.

"Master Song, can you please turn off the light?"

Hearing this, Song Boxue stood up and stared at Zhu Zhu for a few times.

"What are you looking at? Girls and girls can't stand kissing, calm down, I'm not a vegetarian." Zhu Zhu clasped his hands together and shouted exaggeratedly.

Song Boxue helped his forehead helplessly, and pulled the screen between the two beds.

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The author has something to say:

Midnight is suitable for adding more~

small theater~

Song Boxue: I'm here waiting for her to come soon...

Zhu Zhu: Why are you crazy if you don't sleep at night?

Song Boxue blocked the screen: I hope the princess will plug her ears and mouth tonight.

Zhu Zhu: Fuck, playing is so exciting, I will definitely not peek or eavesdrop, don't worry.

Song Boxue thought about it, he might as well knock him out, so that he can feel at ease.

Zhu Zhu "..." I hope someone can take care of it...