The county magistrate is not slag very A

The capital, which has just ushered in the new year, is at a time when it is bustling. Lanterns are hung everywhere, couplets are posted, and some people even have the word "Fu" on the old trees outside the courtyard.

As if the rebellion on the first day of the new year was just a short dream, waking up from the dream is still prosperous and peaceful.

Song Boxue followed Gao Zhilan to the Hou's Mansion. She was in this bustling imperial city, but she didn't have the slightest desire to watch.

Jiang Zhifu and Jiang Fanyin temporarily lived in the other courtyard of Houfu.

When Jiang Fanyin heard the sound of the horse's hooves, he looked towards the courtyard door with emotion. The servants opened the door, and a familiar figure led the horse and stood outside the courtyard door.

Song Boxue handed over the horse to his servants, and strode into the courtyard: "Sister Jiang-"

Jiang Fanyin raised her lips and chuckled, trying to say something, but couldn't.

During the silence, Song Boxue had already walked in front of her and put his arms around her shoulders.

"Sister Jiang, I'm back."

"Hmm-" Jiang Fanyin's smile continued, but the corners of her lips were slowly pressed down and pressed together tightly.

She raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, taking away the slight moisture.

Just come back.

Song Boxue hugged Jiang Fanyin vigorously, then looked straight and looked at her abdomen: "Is the child okay?"

Jiang Fanyin frowned slightly and remained silent for a long time.

Although I have made a lot of psychological preparations, it is still a little difficult to understand. Is it really their child?

"Sister Jiang?"

Jiang Fanyin opened his mouth in a low voice: "Are you telling the truth, did you coax me on purpose?"

They are all women, how is it possible?

Song Boxue hesitated for a while, thinking of himself traveling through time, thinking of his own physique, thinking of the glands behind the ears, thinking of the permanent mark.

If you don't tell the whole story, it may be difficult to explain this matter clearly.

But if it was revealed that she came from another world, what if Jiang Fanyin's mind changed?

Song Boxue tried his best to sort out his thoughts, calmed down and said, "Let's go back to the room and talk."

The two went back to the room holding hands. Song Boxue thought for a while, took Jiang Fanyin's hand and sat down on the bedside together, lightly embracing her.

"Sister Jiang, what I said next may sound like fantasy to you, but they are all facts. Do you know that I am not from Baiyue, nor is it your fiancé. I just happen to have the same name and surname as her, and They're just similar in appearance."

"What did you say?"

Jiang Fanyin was taken aback for a moment, then questioned, "If you weren't Song Boxue, how could Aunt Song not recognize you?"

This is unreasonable, no matter how similar they are, they can't be exactly the same, only the people around them can sense the difference.

Song Boxue rubbed his eyebrows, and was a little puzzled: "I don't know what's going on, I'm not from Baiyue, but I am indeed exactly the same as your fiancé, in height, appearance, voice and name, just like a mold engraved on it." Come out, there is no slight difference."

Jiang Fanyin stared at Song Boxue's eyes, which were clean and calm, and did not seem to be lying.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and tried to remain calm: "When did you replace her, and when did you replace my fiancé?"

Song Boxue's wrist trembled, and he unconsciously tightened his embrace: "You were tied to the bed that night, and I untied you when I came to my senses. That was the first time I saw you."

Jiang Fanyin's eyes paused, it was that night, so it was not her illusion, her impression of Song Boxue seemed to have started from that night, when this man said "Don't be afraid, I will untie you right away".

"What's the matter with that child?" Jiang Fanyin asked softly, with a trace of expectation hidden in his light tone.

Is it really their child?Could it really be their child?

Song Boxue took a breath and nodded vigorously: "It's ours. In my world, two women can also conceive children. Look at me and touch it with your hands."

She held Jiang Fanyin's finger and put it behind her ear.

There is a small piece of skin that is pinkish, and when you put your fingers on it, you can feel the rapid and powerful beating, faster than the heartbeat.

Song Boxue lowered his head slightly, revealing his glands, fully showing Alpha's weakness to Jiang Fanyin.

Jiang Fanyin felt the beating under his fingers, and unconsciously touched the back of his ear with the other hand, which was obviously different.

"Is it because of this place?"

Jiang Fanyin's fingertips trembled slightly and rubbed gently.

Song Boxue's breath trembled, and he held Jiang Fanyin's hand: "It's here..."

She explained in a gentle voice what markers and pheromones are, breaking them apart bit by bit, crushing them, and explaining clearly.

After Jiang Fanyin listened, her eyes were dull for a moment, she murmured: "Then what should we do, you are not my fiancé, what should I do, what should the child do?"

The morning sun was still cold, but the light was bright enough to illuminate the room clearly through the screen window.

Seeing Song Boxue's expression, Jiang Fanyin's heartbeat almost stopped.

She longed for an answer, an answer she wanted,.

She didn't care where Song Boxue came from, she just hoped that the person in front of her had the same thoughts as hers.

same desire.

Song Boxue held Jiang Fanyin's hand tightly, raised his eyes and smiled lightly, his eyes were clear and bright: "Of course we want to get married, although I'm not your fiancé, but I definitely love you more than everyone in this world, I want to marry you As a wife, I want to accompany my children to grow up with you, I want to grow old with you, day by day, year by year, and never be separated."

"Don't be dishonest." Jiang Fanyin's nose was slightly sour, and he buried his head in Song Boxue's chest, muffled.

It's good that they have the same desire.

Desire to participate in each other's life, desire to accompany and have each other...

The sunlight in the room seemed to be much softer. They hugged each other freely, enjoying the tranquility of this moment, but the silence was worth a thousand words.

It wasn't until Jiang Zhifu knocked on the door that the two people separated and looked at each other with a smile, tacit understanding and sweetness.

The moment magistrate Jiang entered the door, his eyebrows were raised.

It can be regarded as waiting for this kid.

"You still know how to come to find Yinyin, hum, what do you say about this marriage?"

Jiang Zhifu spoke forcefully, but he didn't know the truth in his heart. Song's attitude was very clear, that is, everything depends on Song Boxue's meaning.

He remembered Song's attitude at the beginning, and his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

If the boy became arrogant because his daughter was pregnant, he would break the boy's legs even if he didn't want the official hat.

Seeing Jiang Zhifu's somber face, Song Boxue said sincerely, "I listen to Sister Jiang, and I listen to her in everything."

As he spoke, Song Boxue couldn't help looking at Jiang Fanyin. The two looked at each other and smiled together.

Jiang Fanyin gave her an angry look, and then said, "My daughter listens to her father."

Jiang Zhifu raised his breath and felt inexplicably depressed. He originally wanted to vent his anger on Song Boxue, but the breath was completely blocked in his heart, and he couldn't get it out anyway. This kid is too disappointing.

He glared at Song Boxue, and said dissatisfiedly: "This old man belongs to you, manly man, you should make up your own mind about everything. How decent is it to open your mouth and keep your mouth shut all day long listening to women?"

Song Boxue frowned, and was about to refute when Jiang Fanyin grabbed his sleeve.

Jiang Fanyin looked at Jiang Zhifu indifferently, and Jiang Zhifu's expression turned blank immediately, and he made up for it: "Yinyin, Daddy didn't mean that, I just..."

It was because Song Boxue was not pleasing to the eye, and deliberately found fault, who told this kid to mess around without waiting for his marriage.

"Father, Boxue is not to blame for the child's affairs, and the daughter is also responsible, so don't worry about it anymore." Jiang Fanyin's tone was calm, and he couldn't see that his father wanted to find fault.

She knew that Song shi's attitude was a little cold and hard at the beginning, even now it was not satisfactory. In the eyes of her father, Song shi's behavior was disrespectful, inappropriate, and even excessive.

But in Song's eyes, why not? Knowing that they are all women, how can they easily accept other people's children.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, it is definitely not suitable to confide the truth to Mrs. Song.

Jiang Fanyin glanced at Song Boxue, the chief culprit. These days, the Song family has been devoted to her, and it is really rare to be able to do this.

When a family gets along with each other, they must learn to be appropriately tolerant.

If Daddy always took Song Boxue to vent his anger, how could Song's mother be happy.

Therefore, it is better to solve the problem as soon as possible, so as to avoid the recurrence of suspicion in the future.

Jiang Zhifu looked at Jiang Fanyin's expression and saw his daughter's intentions. He glared at Song Boxue, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, children have their own blessings, so I won't mention this matter. If you dare to talk to Yinyin after marriage Not good, the old man will never forgive..."

"Daddy--" Jiang Fanyin softly interrupted Jiang Zhifu's cruel words in the middle.

Jiang Zhifu paused, and then said: "You are so tight before you get married, hey, what can you do in the future, if this kid treats you badly, I will definitely..."

"Daddy—"

In the middle of the ruthless words, he was interrupted by a charming voice again, Jiang Zhifu's face couldn't hold back at all, he smiled helplessly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Watching magistrate Jiang go away, Song Boxue put his arms around Jiang Fanyin's waist, and said softly, "Sister Jiang, can you call my name in the same tone that you called Uncle Jiang just now at that time."

Soft and waxy, coquettish, the hearts of those who listened were numb.

"When?" Jiang Fanyin didn't understand.

Song Boxue sucked her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice: "When quenching your thirst, you don't need to call me by name, you can call me Husband or Madam."

Jiang Fanyin's ears felt hot, and the scarlet-like paint was suddenly overturned, staining her cheeks. The blushing was shy, and the shyness concealed her charm, so Song Boxue couldn't move her eyes.

"Sister Jiang, we don't seem to have a bridal chamber yet."

Song Boxue's voice was aggrieved, can she not be aggrieved, she restrained and restrained.

Before they got married, they were still guarding the last line of defense. Who knew that a child would appear first.

I should have known what she was restraining, but to the end, it was nothing.

Jiang Fanyin blushed and lowered her eyes: "Daddy discussed with Aunt Song that we will arrange our marriage when we return to Pingchuan County."

"But I can't wait, I feel so thirsty right now—" Song Boxue lowered his head and bit the corner of Jiang Fanyin's lips, his tone full of possessiveness.

Jiang Fanyin's breathing was stagnant, this person seemed to be very keen on the things between the bed and the bed...

She hesitated for a moment, clenched and loosened her fingers, and finally refused: "No, I'm pregnant now."

Song Boxue sighed and pretended to be disappointed: "Okay, then I'll wait patiently for Sister Jiang to give birth to the baby, even on the day of worship."

Seeing that her eyes were full of disappointment, Jiang Fanyin struggled for a moment. She bit her lip and said in a low voice, "It's not suitable for the early and late stages of pregnancy—it's not suitable for that—the mid-term is about four to seven months old."

In just two sentences, she spoke with difficulty and shame, her voice was almost inaudible.

"So how many months is it now?"

"You-you are not allowed to ask, and you are not allowed to say any more..."

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