The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

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

    She knew that Jiang Fanyin also has her in her heart, then everything will no longer be an obstacle.

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

    However, time can’t keep up with the changes…

    Because there are still three days to go to the church and get married, Song Boxue obeyed Song's instructions and stayed in his yard according to the rules these days, and did not go to find Jiang Fanyin.

    That is, on this snowy night, an urgent letter was sent to Pingchuan County Government.

    The yamen delivered the letter to the county magistrate immediately.

    Song Boxue looked at the signature on the envelope, the letter came from the prefect yamen of Liuping Prefecture, and it was the official road, but it was stamped with a private seal.

    It was sent by Hua Jian, General Hua, and it didn't say who it was for, so Song Boxue took it apart and looked at it.

    The former prefect Jiang became ill in prison and may die soon...

    The former prefect Jiang was Jiang Fanyin's father, Song Boxue stared at the private seal on the letter, got up and made a circle around the table, that was Sister Jiang's only relative in this world, but it happened Sick at this time.

    Although the original book stated that Mr. Jiang would be acquitted next year and lived well, she did not dare to gamble.

    Because of her own travel, the plot has changed too much, she is afraid that her selfishness will ruin it all.

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

    "Sister Jiang--"

    "Why don't you bring an umbrella, the snow is so cold, come in quickly."

    Just as the door was knocked, Jiang Fanyin hurriedly opened the door when she heard Song Boxue's voice.

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

    She suddenly hated her soft-heartedness, so she simply burned the letter, they were going to marry in three days.

    Jiang Fanyin raised the corners of her lips silently, and patted Song Boxue on the back: "Am I not here? What's the matter, are you nervous?"

    She has been nervous these days, full of anticipation and joy.

    They are getting married.

    The soft voice was mixed with a slight smile, and it fell into Song Boxue's ears like a fairy, making her mind tremble.

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

    Song Boxue raised her eyebrows slightly, she should have said such a thing in a normal day, but her eyes were full of confusion at this time, and even her tone of voice seemed anxious and uneasy.

    So don't be in a hurry...

    "What if I wanted to-" Song Boxue held Jiang Fanyin's chin and raised his eyebrows slightly.

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

    Song Boxue's eyes flashed a trace of anger, she was afraid...

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

    "Good, wait two more days." 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, on the best night, regardless of circumstances.

    Song Boxue's breathing was slightly stagnant when she heard the words, the glands behind her ears throbbed uncontrollably, and the fragrance of lemon wafted into the room instantly.

    Fresh and strong, like the wind wrapped in a blizzard, filling the whole body in an instant.

    "Sick?" Jiang Fanyin smelled the familiar lemon smell and couldn't help guessing.

    Count the days, this person has not been sick for nearly a month, no wonder tonight is so abnormal, it turned out to be sick.

    "Sister Jiang---uh---"

    Song Boxue just opened her mouth, but the person in her arms blocked her lips, making her swallow all the words.

    The sound of each other's breathing is clearly audible in the ears, and the delicious food that makes people greedy.

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

    When Song Boxue clasped her waist tightly, Jiang Fanyin raised her head slightly, pulled away some distance, and her voice trembled faintly.

    Song Boxue raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, perhaps because it was the first time she took the initiative, her originally jade-white ears, cheeks, and even her neck were dyed bright red, and she was ashamed.

      Yes, only to quench thirst and do nothing else."

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

    The strong lemon scent wrapped Jiang Fanyin, she was turned over, her heartbeat was dazed and panicked.

    A sudden pain in the back of the neck is a feeling I have felt before.

    Something poured into her body.

    Unscrupulous, possessing every nerve of her.

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

    "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt in a while, just a while-"

    Song Boxue coaxed in a low voice, 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 has no glands, even if this is just a one-sided mark, even if all this is only meaningful to her...

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

    until she felt no pain, replaced by a hot, numb feeling.

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

    For a long time, Song Boxue raised his head, looked at the person who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and said to himself: "Look, I didn't touch you, but I also have you, even if all this is only I know…"

    Before going to bed, Song Boxue slowly lowered her head, dropped a kiss cherishly, and landed on the most secretive HY (garden)...

    In the early morning, Jiang Fanyin woke up leisurely and felt weak all over.

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

    There is only one letter there.

    Jiang Fanyin picked up the letter, and when she sat up, only her waist and knees felt sore, which reminded her of the scene of Gao Zhilan walking with her 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 obvious added words: Sister Jiang, I know that my uncle is the most important, the carriage and horse are all ready, let Brother Lin bring him I will go with you. He is good at martial arts, so I can rest assured. I will cherish it all the way. I will wait for you, and I will not send you off.

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

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

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

    Zhu Zhu nodded, not forgetting to call Song Boxue again: "Bridegroom, it's time to eat, no matter how good your physical strength is, you can't skip eating, otherwise you'll be exhausted when you wait for the bridal candle."

    Song Boxue gave her a light look: "I'm not hungry."

    Zhu Zhu shook his head: "Tsk tsk tsk, don't think of yourself as an immortal, you must not eat less of the food you should eat, or one day your fingers will soften, and your status will be lost."

    When she finished, she threw another hawthorn into her mouth.

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

    pat-

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

    Song Boxue lowered her head and said solemnly, "She didn't run away from the marriage, she just had to deal with urgent matters first."

    "No matter how urgent the matter is, is it a big deal for you to get married? Master Song, you can't do it, even if you are tied, you have to worship first, and I'll tell you - uh-." Zhu Zhu said Half of it was dragged out by Gao Zhilan with his mouth covered.

    Exiting the door of the second hall, seeing Zhu Zhu's angry face, Gao Zhilan sighed: "If you can't speak, talk less, why bother to poke at the sad things of Lord Song, you man, When will you learn to be careful with your words and deeds?"

    Zhu Zhu pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't I want to teach her some experience, my daughter-in-law has already run away, why don't you hurry up to chase, those who sit still are fools."

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

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

    The voice of the conversation outside the door gradually became farther away, and Song Boxue raised his head and looked at the direction outside the door.

    At this time, I have already left Pingchuan County. I don’t know if the wind and snow outside are big or not, the road is good or not.

    While thinking about it, Li Xiucai came in with a booklet.

    "Sir, the year is close, the taxes have not been collected, and the harvest this year is not good. If the tax is deducted with grain, the people may not have a good year."

    Song Boxue turned over the account book and handed Li Xiucai the key to the grain depot: "First, use the grain inside to collect the taxes, and the people will take it slow first, and tell the people below this year's Tax free."

    There is surplus grain in the coffers of the county government every year, and I pledged so much silver taels a few days ago, so I don't have to go to make life worse for the people.

    "Sir, this year, the yamen will make up for it with food. What about next year? What should I use? Being a local, I know people's livelihood is difficult.

    Pingchuan County is close to the sea, and the temperature difference between day and night is large.

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

    Zhu Zhu is right, it is a fool to sit still, so she should not wait indefinitely.

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    In order not to affect tomorrow's lottery draw, so two updates today, tomorrow's update in advance, there is another chapter at 2 pm, waiting for you~