The county magistrate is not slag very A

Outside the courtyard, Jiang Zhifu paused, why did he hear someone knocking on his daughter's door?

I must have heard it wrong, it's late at night, and I'm in the back house of the county government office, so there's nothing to worry about.

He turned his back and walked back slowly.

In the room, Jiang Fanyin looked at Song Boxue who was embracing her, wondering if it was her own illusion. For a moment, she felt that the person in front of her looked like a coquettish child.

"I'm going to worship and get married tomorrow, why can't I wait for this night."

"But I really miss you-" Song Boxue replied simply.

I want to see your heart so urgently, but you are a hundred meters away, how can I survive this long night.

Because of these frank words, Jiang Fanyin leaned into Song Boxue's arms and responded softly, "Me too."

Song Boxue's heart moved, and his slender fingers slowly moved to Jiang Fanyin's face, holding her chin and saying, "Then I won't leave tonight, and we will change the wedding dress together at your place tomorrow morning."

In this way, it can not only relieve the pain of lovesickness, but also save manpower, killing two birds with one stone.

Jiang Fanyin frowned slightly.

She still remembered that last time, although she didn't do anything, she seemed to have done everything that should be done, which was inappropriate.

Seeing Jiang Fanyin didn't know what he was thinking and didn't agree, Song Boxue hugged him again, "I don't care, I won't leave tonight."

Looking at the person who was clinging to him tightly, Jiang Fanyin smiled helplessly, this person is really like a child sometimes.

"Okay, don't go, but don't mess around."

"Don't mess around, I know the seriousness."

Jiang Fanyin glanced at her: "You said the same thing last time—"

Song Boxue raised his lips and said in a drawn-out tone, "This time, I will do what I say and never do anything."

Jiang Fanyin felt relieved, although she was only outside every time...but she was still somewhat worried, so it was better to avoid it if it could be avoided.

Thinking of this, she lightly undid her belt, and met Song Boxue's gaze that was fixed on her. For some reason, she always had a bad premonition.

So she added another sentence: "Tomorrow morning you have to visit the church. You will be very tired to deal with the banquet outside. Go to bed early tonight, okay?"

Song Boxue laughed out loud: "Sister Jiang, is she treating me as a pervert/hungry/hungry/ghost? I promised you not to do anything."

She really didn't intend to do anything, but seeing Jiang Fanyin's non-stop whispering, Song Boxue couldn't help but licked the tip of his tongue, suddenly feeling a little rebellious.

If she can't do it, she will never do it.

but…

Can't you move other things besides your hands?

In the end, she still controlled the tip of her tongue that was swaying/wanting/moving, but pressed a deep kiss, and honestly embraced Jiang Fanyin to fall asleep.

The two fell asleep quickly, and before dawn, two groups of people walked into Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin's yard respectively.

Mrs. Song came to Jiang Fanyin's side first, and just knocked on the door when the people who had gone to Song Boxue's side hurried back.

"The old lady is not well, Mr. Song-Master is gone."

It's all right now, looking at the neatly stacked quilts and the stove that hasn't been lit all night, it's obvious that he hasn't returned all night.

The county magistrate probably escaped marriage.

Shocked, Song and Zhu Zhu exchanged glances. Before they could figure out where to find someone, Jiang Fanyin's door was pushed open from the inside.

"Mother, you came too early, sister Jiang and I just fell asleep."

Song Boxue was sleepy, yawning while rubbing his brows.

The field fell silent for a while.

The next moment, the voice of the young magistrate crying out for pain was heard.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, mother, let go, your ears are going to fall off."

Mrs. Song twisted Song Boxue's ear, and pulled hard: "My old lady will make you mad sooner or later. Didn't she tell you that you can't meet before the church visit? You don't want to worry about it. I think you are looking for a beating."

He also said that he just fell asleep, so he must have had a lot of trouble at night.

Song originally went to search for two picture albums in private, which were about women and women... Fish/Water/Happiness/Happiness, thinking that when Jiang Fanyin's pregnancy was stable, she would give those to her daughter.

People who are going to live a lifetime, even if they are all women, still have to find happiness, right?

This is a good time, the brochures she bought after going all out to save her old face seem to be useless.

Thinking of a morning a long time ago, when she saw Jiang Fanyin's neck being gnawed blue and red by her own daughter, Song was angry and laughed, it was really a waste of time.

Zhu Zhu laughed straight at the sidelines, and gave Song Boxue a thumbs up: "Master Song is awesome."

Doing important things quietly, she knew that the little county magistrate couldn't help it on the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

I didn't expect that I couldn't bear it before it started.

Song Boxue with ears twisted into circles: Hehe.

Unhappy, Song twisted a few more times before letting go, and then arranged for someone to take Song Boxue away from the yard, and both sides began to dress up and change wedding dresses.

In the front hall, Jiang Zhifu, who heard the farce, couldn't help pulling his beard.

So I didn't hear it wrong last night. Song Boxue went to find his daughter after he left. Why didn't he meet anyone when he went out?

Could it be that…

Song Boxue had been guarding the door, and when he left, she quietly knocked on the door.

Jiang Zhifu pulled his beard sorely, that bastard...

He took a deep breath, and said in his heart: Hold on, don't get angry, the family is in harmony with everything, that's a good son-in-law, not a bastard or a bastard.

Bah, that's a pissed-off bastard...

The county magistrate's wedding was originally congratulated by the county gentry, but because the daughter of the magistrate married, and the princess and the young master came to congratulate in person, and brought the emperor's marriage decree, the momentum became quite impressive. vast.

In addition, the jingle that the magistrate of Pingchuan County sells sweet potatoes has already been spread, and the sales of pine seedlings are getting better and better. The people in Pingchuan County are eagerly waiting to grow sweet potatoes.

The quality of life has changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the county magistrate is approachable and has no official authority, so the people spontaneously come to congratulate, ask for a glass of wedding wine, say a few auspicious words, and some even send congratulatory gifts.

Those who have money give gifts, and those who have no money give dry goods from the mountains. The only fly in the ointment is that there are fewer drinks prepared.

After drinking for three rounds, the county government was busy all day, before the banquet ended.

In the dead of night, after Song Boxue took a bath, he couldn't take his eyes off Jiang Fanyin.

Jiang Fanyin's appearance is rather graceful, not stunning at first glance, but she has the temperament that the more you look at it, the better it looks.

Now, with the delicate makeup set off, the already attractive charm is even more charming.

Jiang Fanyin took off his hairpin, and his thick black hair fell down his shoulders.

"Look, the eyes are straight."

The beauty smiles, both angry and happy,

Song Boxue was dumbfounded again. She took Jiang Fanyin's hand and murmured, "Sister Jiang, you are so beautiful. How lucky I am in this life."

How lucky to be able to hold your hand, how lucky to be able to spend the rest of my life with you three meals a day.

Jiang Fanyin bent his lips and smiled lightly, clasping his fingers back: "From now on, you can only hold my hand. No matter how good you are, you can't change your mind."

From day to night, from early spring to winter, from now to whitehead, I can only hold each other's hands, it's great.

Song Boxue smiled and said, "Everything in the world is not as good as you."

She used to yearn for the sunset on the Yellow River, for the lonely smoke in the desert, for the clear sea and white sand, and for...

But so many longings are not as good as what is in front of him, and the mountains and rivers are not as good as every moment he can spend with Jiang Fanyin.

It's so good to like someone...

Song Boxue felt satisfied when he thought about the days to come, as if this life was enough and there was nothing else he could ask for.

Her eyes were so hot that Jiang Fanyin turned his head away, and said quietly, "Tonight is our bridal chamber. I can't be with you while pregnant—do you think—"

Song Boxue understood, his eyes were as bright as stars: "Of course I do, I will be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fanyin's fingers pressed against her lips.

Jiang Fanyin blushed slightly, her eyes flickering: "It's not you who are careful, but I. You can-will-teach-me."

The voice is lazy and deep.

The tone is long and confusing.

Song Boxue was taken aback, looked into Jiang Fanyin's eyes, and forgot to say anything.

It's not her who is careful, but Sister Jiang who should be careful?

Want her to teach?

Is that what she meant by it?

Is it too sudden...

Seeing her answering for a long time, Jiang Fanyin pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "You—don't you want to?"

After saying that, he lowered his head in disappointment.

Song Boxue hurriedly grabbed her sleeve: "Ahem-Sister Jiang, of course I am willing to teach-"

Isn't it just lying down? Although she is an Alpha, she has nothing to worry about with her own wife. This is called being able to bend and stretch.

That's right, she is Junjie!

Jiang Fanyin raised his head and supported Song Boxue's cheek: "I will be careful."

Just as Song Boxue was about to nod, the corners of his lips felt cool, and the coolness disappeared in a flash, and all of them turned soft/waxy.

Jiang Fanyin followed Song Boxue's previous movements step by step according to the scenes in his memory, like a rigorous student, earnestly completing each step.

Outside the room, it was a chilly spring night.

In the room, the flowers are quietly blooming.

Drowsy and drowsy, Song Boxue only felt his head buzzing.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't seem to have time to say a word, and she didn't teach anything.

Her sister Jiang is really powerful, she can't even learn such things without a teacher, and she is so gentle that she is outrageous.

The next day, Mrs. Song looked lovingly at Jiang Fanyin who went out first, and then saw Song Boxue who walked out with his back. Her expression was startled, and she suddenly became complicated.

This is disappointing, it seems that those pamphlets are still secretly given to the daughter, it is too disappointing.

Song Boxue straightened his waist, greeted people as if nothing had happened, and when everyone was not looking at him, he couldn't help rubbing his waist, which was really sore and happy.

The people who secretly stared at her were stunned, and Qi Qi thought to himself: "The magistrate can't do it. He walked away with his back in just one night. It's too empty, too empty."

So I don't know which good person spread the news: On the second day of the wedding, the county magistrate walked away with his waist.

All the people in Pingchuan County: The county magistrate really can't do it.

Later, Song Boxue, who heard some gossip, secretly gritted her teeth, wondering who was slandering her outside, pure slander, she is very good, okay?

Zhu Zhu held Gao Zhilan's hand and looked at the sky silently. She definitely did not pass it on. She would not admit anything without evidence.

Seeing Song Boxue's gloomy expression, Jiang Fanyin poked her gently on the waist: "It hurts my body, besides, what they said was right-"

Song Boxue:! ! !

"Sister Jiang, you have changed, you don't love me anymore."

"I don't--"

"You have it, and you won't cherish it if you get it. You've changed your mind." Song Boxue pretended to be wronged, but his tone was full of pampering.

With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Fanyin leaned on Song Boxue's shoulder and said softly, "Stop talking nonsense, or I won't let you mess around tonight."

Song Boxue's heart skipped a beat, and he said pleasantly, "Is it okay tonight?"

"Guess~"

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There are so many people in this world, how lucky they can meet~