The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

    Jiang Fanyin rubbed her hair with a hand and met Song Boxue's gaze.

    At this moment, she seemed to be frozen by the frost and dew in the middle of the night, and she didn't know how to react.

    So, she should…

    "I don't want to..."

    "Then there is work." A genuine smile flashed in Song Boxue's eyes, and he answered quickly.

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    Although she has never experienced it, she can probably infer that she feels different about Jiang Fanyin, at least she has never felt this way about others in the past 20 years.

    Want to hold hands, hug, accompany, take her to watch the sunset...

    So, since there are so many wants, the fool just quits without doing anything, no matter what kind of male protagonist he wants.

    Song Boxue closed the door behind her back, approached Jiang Fanyin, and supported her shoulder: "Sister Jiang, shall we sit on the bed?"

    "Hmm, good."

    Jiang Fanyin unconsciously touched the belt around his waist, there was nothing there, and the parchment had been handed over to Miao Zhifu when he went to Weitianfu before.

    Don't worry about the situation last time, this thought flashed through her mind, and the next moment her cheeks became hot, what was she thinking?

    They are all women, so nothing should happen...

    In a flash, Song Boxue had already sat by the bed, and she was sitting in Song Boxue's arms.

    The hair on the back of the neck was not completely dry, and was gently pulled over the left shoulder and dropped to the chest.

    Heavy like dark clouds gathered together, with a sense of oppression that the wind and rain are about to come.

    Song Boxue put one arm around Jiang Fanyin's waist, and caressed the back of her neck with the other, her voice slightly lowered: "Sister Jiang, if you feel unwell, you can stop me at any time, don't force yourself, okay? "

    The tone was soft and careful she hadn't felt in all these years.

    The person in his arms did not respond, only lowered his head slightly, his body obviously collapsed.

    Song Boxue approached slowly, the touch was slightly cool, making the corners of her lips slightly hot.

    The man in his arms trembled slightly, but did not move again.

    "Afraid?"

    Song Boxue turned the person in his arms around a little and looked at each other.

    Jiang Fanyin tilted her head and looked away, her reddish earlobes had a hint of bewitching beauty, and her gentle eyebrows seemed shy and timid, very seductive.

    She looked at the ground and murmured, "Not afraid..."

    The tail is trembling, with countless hesitations.

    Song Boxue's breath became stagnant, and her eyes became darker: "So--will you be afraid?"

    The hands that fell between Yao began to linger, and they began to gain an inch, not satisfied with the cloth...

    "Song Boxue--"

    Jiang Fanyin held her hand.

    Song Boxue's heart softened and he let out a long sigh, "I don't seem to be feeling thirsty anymore. Sister Jiang should rest early, and Jiang Qianhu will be arraigned tomorrow."

    I don't know what the heroine will look like when she knows that the so-called infatuated male partner will be sentenced to death.

    Watching Song Boxue leave, Jiang Fanyin closed the door, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

    Song Boxue returned to her yard and saw the Song family standing outside the door.

    "Small and conscientious, once you have a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother, and I can't see you every day."

    Song shi put one hand on his waist and poked Song Boxue's forehead with the other, complaining in his words, but concerned in his tone.

    Song Boxue hugged her head and hid, and hurriedly opened the door and said, "Mother, stop poking, you are stupid for poking your head."

    Song snorted and took back her hand: "Going to Sanskrit again? When are you two going to get married? It's so boring and crooked all day, you don't have a name or a place, so hurry up and go to the church, you You won't have to go back to sleep in the future."

    I don't know what's going on with these two children, but if there is a situation, none of them are in a hurry to get married.

    Say it's okay, the neck is gnawed like that.

    Song Boxue rubbed her eyebrows, sat down and poured tea: "Mother, if you like someone a little bit first, but what if she will have her own destiny in the future?"

    No one wants to be selfish, no one wants to be consensual.

    She is no exception.

    Song's face became a little more serious, and she sat down and said, "Have you thought about Sanskrit, and feel that she is a woman, afraid that she will marry and have children in the future?"

    Song Boxue opened her mouth, but said nothing.

    "Counseling, most of you follow me, and your temperament is stubborn and straight, the only thing that follows you, that **** old man, is that you can read, but you also have one thing that is not as good as me, that is Emotionally too tender."

    Song shook his head and sighed.

    Song Boxue rolled her eyes, she wasn't stubborn and straight, that was the original owner.

    Song Shi couldn't help poking her on the forehead again: "Don't deny it, speaking of Sanskrit and your dead ghost father's temperament is a bit similar, looking at the warmth, in fact, there is something in my heart. As for my own idea, I think that when I was the daughter of a merchant, I liked to read the texts of those scholars and young ladies. Later, those little goblins who claimed to be talented girls attacked me and said, "Everything is inferior, only high reading." ', your father stood in the crowd and answered lightly, 'But scholars also have to eat'."

    Speaking of this, she paused.

    Song Boxue served her tea: "And then?"

    Song drank two sips of tea, moistened her throat, and then continued: "I wanted to see a good-hearted person speak for me, and I saw your father in a blink of an eye, he was a scholar at that time , dressed in a washed-white student uniform, at first glance he looks like a poor scholar, but standing there like a knight who is happy and vindictive, he lives more transparently than anyone else."

    Hearing this, Song Boxue understood, the cheap mother is trying to teach her what to do.

    "What happened later? How did mother and father get together."

    Song raised his head and seemed to see himself many years ago through the void.

    "Afterwards, after reading so many words, this book was finally useful, and I also knew that too soon would be too purposeful, so I just accompany your father, but not Doing nothing to accompany, not fighting or robbing is a fool. I, ah, look for a reason, support his pursuit, and try to be good to him, but in the process, remember not to lose yourself and treat him like that People can't tell the truth, they have to figure it out on their own, even if he doesn't choose me in the end, at least I have no regrets, and of course I can't let myself hang from a tree, the next one will be better."

    Song's words are free and easy, but the eyes are faintly sour.

    Song Boxue was thoughtful after hearing this, and seeing Song Shi's sadness, she kindly advised: "Mother, if you still want to look for it, I don't mind, as long as you feel happy. "

    The original owner's father passed away too early. It has not been easy for the Song family for so many years. He can't always guard his children like this all his life. Everyone should work hard to pursue the life they want.

    "Shut up, don't talk if you don't know what to say, you **** old man, why did you go so early to whine..." Song Shi disagreed and covered her face and whimpered.

    Song Boxue was dumb, she shut up, whoever said not to hang on a tree, who said the next one was better.

    She shouldn't be kind.

    Looking to know what she was thinking, Song Shi put down her hand, grabbed Song Boxue's head and poked: "You know P, you will know when you meet that person, some people meet too much Early, no matter how many scenery I meet in the future, it will not be as good as the one I saw at the beginning, how can it be said that emotional matters are so light."

    Song shi wanted to continue lecturing, when she saw Song Boxue staring at her face.

    "What are you looking at?"

    "Mother, every time you cry so sad, why don't you have a single tear?"

    “呜呜呜，你个小没良心的，为娘心里苦啊呜呜呜…”宋氏捂着脸，直接跑了出去，走远了才放下手。

    She raised her head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "Where are the tears, the tears dried up a few years ago."

    In the room, Song Boxue was in a mess for a while, and whispered to herself: "If you like her, don't tell her directly, support her, be good to her, stay with her, and let her understand for herself."

    In the end, even if it's not the result you want, it doesn't matter, the next one is better, right?

    She seems to know what to do.

    The next day, Song Boxue looked at the unsolicited Hua Jian, her face sank, and she really dared to come.

    "Take prisoner Jiang Wuyi."

    Jiang Wuyi roasted the iron chain and was dragged up, still sluggish, unaware of everything around him.

    Song Boxue patted the gavel wood casually: "The assassins who attacked this official have all confessed to being soldiers of the city protection army. Under Jiang Wuyi's order, Jiang Wuyi, in order to cover up the murder, is now guilty of his own crimes. Confess, according to the law of a hundred yue, kill for life, sentenced to be executed in autumn."

    It is late autumn, and autumn will soon be over.

    "Sir Song is such a powerful official, Jiang Wuyi is a thousand households of my army to protect the city, but it is not that you can cut it." Hua Jian stood up and attacked without thinking. This Jiang Wuyi is also a waste, and he has recruited all of them, and now he still looks like a useless fool, which is really unlucky.

    Today, he wanted to see how courageous this seventh-grade sesame official was.

    Song Boxue smiled when he heard the words: "Young General Hua's words are bad. If you say what you said, wouldn't the guards of the city be able to kill people at will, after all, others have no power to deal with them."

    Fox fake tiger? Oh, then let your great general dad come, who is a major general who has no rank to show his face.

    She wants to see if this Jiang Wuyi can attract a big Buddha, she still has some expectations.

    Hua Jian felt embarrassed, and said in a deep voice: "What crime did Jiang Qianhu commit? He has his own military law to deal with. Master Song, don't smear the reputation of the city guards."

    Jiang Wuyi can die, but not in this way, otherwise, where will his face as a major general go.

    "Reputation? General Hua also knows to maintain the reputation of the moat army. I thought you forgot all about it. Jiang Wuyi also confessed some last night. I don't know if the general is interested in listening to it. listen."

    Song Boxue has something to say, she can't move the male protagonist yet, after all, the identity of the major general is there, and now there is no proof, Jiang Wuyi has lost his mind, but it is still to add obstacles to the male protagonist OK.

    Thinking of this, she glanced at Jiang Fanyin's direction.

    Jiang Fanyin seemed to be in a daze, her eyes didn't blink, and there was no expression on her face.

    Hua Jian heard these threatening words, and clenched his fists fiercely: "Song Boxue, don't think that Pingchuan County is your one-word hall, you must know that there is Liuping House above you."

    "Really? Then Major General Hua should go and ask the prefect, but the Major General may not have heard a word, saying that Qianglong can't overwhelm the local snakes, this official is waiting for you, retire. "

    Song Boxue got up impatiently, when she didn't know that the new prefect of Liuping House and the city guard were the same raccoon dog?

    Otherwise, she would not have gone to Weitianfu for help before.

    "Song Boxue, you are so daring..." Hua Jian shouted unwillingly, but seeing Song Boxue not turning her head back, she instantly felt even more angry.

    Song Boxue no matter how angry the flower behind her is, she won't make those pointless arguments, you say me, do you think it's a child bickering?

    Childish and boring.

    Seeing this, Jiang Fanyin was about to follow Song Boxue, but was stopped by Huajian: "Miss Jiang, don't worry, I will rush to Fucheng, and I will save Jiang Qianhu out. Don't be afraid if Jiang Qianhu has any accident in the prison, I will take good care of you with your righteous brother and I will take good care of you."

    The corner of Master Zhou's mouth twitched when he heard it. He seemed to have forgotten to tell the Major General that for Jiang Fanyin, Jiang Qianhu, the righteous brother, seemed far less important than Song Boxue, the fiancé.

    Jiang Fanyin stopped when he heard the words, and said lightly: "The righteous brother killed someone, and he should pay his life. General Hua should not only talk about love and disregard the law."

    She could hear clearly just now, the dozen or so assassins were all killed by Jiang Wuyi, that was a dozen living lives, since they did something wrong, they should pay the price.

    She was a little sad, and even regretted Jiang Wuyi's fate, but she could not express any sympathy, let alone agree.

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    Hana was at a loss for words for a while, but did not expect Jiang Fanyin to be so indifferent, didn't he say he was in trouble, didn't he mean that he had no other relatives except Jiang Wuyi?

    How can you care so much?

    He didn't understand what kind of ecstasy soup Song Boxue had poured into Jiang Fanyin, so that she didn't even care about the life and death of her relatives.

    Before he could think clearly, Jiang Fanyin left the court. She wanted to see Song Boxue and wondered if the experience she had never had last night was what she had guessed.

    She seemed to have fallen into a maze, only when she saw Song Boxue, and only when she heard Song Boxue's words, could she find the exit and calm herself down from her restless state.

    But when she actually met someone, she didn't know where to start, where to ask.

    "Will he be executed?"

    "Otherwise?" Song Boxue raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiang Fanyin in a relaxed manner, waiting for her next words, was she asking for mercy?

    If she pleads for mercy, then maybe she should put away her mind, and people should do the right thing.

    Even if she is heartbroken, she will never love someone who doesn't know right or wrong.

    Jiang Fanyin pursed her lips slightly, not knowing what to say.

    Song Boxue waited for a while, and before she could say a word, she took the initiative to ask: "Why doesn't Miss Jiang speak?"

    It's Miss Jiang again...

    Jiang Fanyin couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously said, "You called me Sister Jiang last night."

    If you need her help, call her sister, if you don't, call her a girl. This person is really too much.

    Song Boxue was stunned when she heard the words, and then looked at Jiang Fanyin.

    Until she stared at the person in front of her, she smiled, got up and walked to Jiang Fanyin's side, holding the mutton fat white jade-like hand and shaking it.

    "Sister Jiang--I will call you Sister Jiang at any time in the future~"

    The person in front of him was wearing a dark blue official uniform. One second, he was still serious and serious, and the next second, he was like a teenager, smiling brightly and flamboyantly.

    Jiang Fanyin was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Okay--"

    She likes to hear this person call her "Sister Jiang", especially in this smiling tone.

    Song Boxue arched her brows and couldn't help but said: "Sister Jiang, I'm a little thirsty again. It seems that these days are because of too much pressure, and I'm always worried about offending people who shouldn't be offended. What should I do if I lose control from time to time?"

      Better than anyone else.

    Applying eye drops calmly, she knows this trick.

     Thirsty again?

    Jiang Fanyin glanced around, even though there were only the two of them here, and the guards outside the door would not look over, she still felt a little embarrassed.

    She stabilized her mind, took Song Boxue's hand back, and said softly: "Can you bear it for a while, although Hua Jian is a major general, but he has no official body in the end, there are still people behind you. Miao Zhifu supports, don't worry too much."

    Like a bright moon falling into a mirror, it is clearly held, but it is too tight.

    Song Boxue has lived in her own world for 20 years.

    Her eyes flashed unnaturally, and she lowered her head: "But Hua Jian is the major general, I can't settle down, I always feel unbearable thirst, I'm afraid I can't control myself from outsiders Out of control."

    Jiang Fanyin looked at the person who seemed to be lonely and lowered his head in fear, and his heart was inexplicably distressed.

    She bit the corner of her lips lightly, and glanced at the door not far away, the yamen guarding the door showed some corners of her clothes.

    "Go and close the door." The voice was barely audible.

    Song Boxue raised her head, her eyebrows flying with a youthful spirit that could not be concealed: "Okay."

    Turn around, she curled her lips silently, Sister Jiang is too kind and easy to be soft-hearted, what should I do, she suddenly feels so despicable.

    Despicable enough to want to monopolize this tenderness, to keep Jiang Fanyin's soft heart and kindness, to have a life spent with Jiang Fanyin, a life that belongs to them alone.

    In the clear sky, the door of the second hall was closed by the young county magistrate, followed by the sound of locking.

    The two gatekeepers looked at each other, and then silently looked away from each other, daring not to listen or ask, after all, so many brothers were still in prison.

    Now they are all in danger, for fear that they will lose their jobs if they are not careful, so they can't wait to kneel all night to show their loyalty to the county magistrate.

    The largest county magistrate in Pingchuan County is the county magistrate.

    "Sister Jiang, the door is locked." Song Boxue walked back and held Jiang Fanyin's hand, the tone was unconsciously prolonged, like a bad guy holding candy, coaxing him to never eat it The sweet girl tasted the tempting taste.

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    The author has something to say:

    July: The sentimental views mentioned in this article only represent the personal views of Song Boxue and Song Shi, and have nothing to do with the author himself (cover your face)

    Song Boxue: ! !

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