The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

    Book boy?

    Song Boxue was taken aback, what does this mean?

    Suddenly, she reacted with hindsight, Jiang Fanyin's concern, she seemed to want to follow her in a big circle.

    And I also want to disguise myself as a man, so it is much more convenient to do things, yes, for the convenience of doing things...

    So, of course, I agreed, the convenience for the heroine is the convenience for myself.

    She fixedly glanced at Jiang Fanyin: "Sister Jiang, would you like to be my book boy?"

    Meeting Song Boxue's serious eyes, Jiang Fanyin had a faint feeling that her intentions were seen through. She was silent for a moment and nodded quietly.

    That was her intention.

    Even if she is seen through, she can only take one step at a time. Daddy is now behind bars, and she can't wait any longer.

    Song Boxue got a positive answer, looked at Song Boxue, they were about 1.7 meters tall, and they were barely the same height as ordinary men when they put on their shoes.

    Looking at her figure, Jiang Fanyin is exquisite and graceful, not like she is too thin.

    Despite this, she also had her chest tied.

    Song Boxue got up: "Sister Jiang, please change your clothes first." She took out a set of the original owner's regular clothes from the wardrobe, and took out a long white cloth and handed it to Jiang Fanyin.

    Jiang Fanyin took the clothes, froze for a moment when she saw the long cloth, and looked at Song Boxue's chest unconsciously, no wonder it was so flat.

    Song Boxue felt inexplicably despised, she rolled her eyes: "I'll go out and wait for you."

    Really, it's not like anyone else, she's just too tight, so she's not so flat.

    When Jiang Fanyin changed her clothes and came out, Song Boxue stared at her, silently choked up, as if she couldn't compare.

    Jiang Fanyin also noticed something was wrong, but she was already tangled.

    Song Boxue raised her chest and said, "It's natural, you can wrap it up a little bit tighter, and keep your voice down when you speak."

    She has the memory of the original owner when she wears it. The original owner has imitated the behavior of men since she was a child, and her voice is habitually suppressed, so low that it is difficult to distinguish between men and women.

     But Jiang Fanyin is different, it is difficult.

    Jiang Fanyin pursed her lips and tried to say, "Alright."

    The tone is low and magnetic, with a hint of inexplicable vibrato.

    Song Boxue sighed: "You should talk less in front of outsiders in the future."

    This is how to learn a man to speak with her throat pressed, this is simply a foul to hear, and it sounds like a hook, she is really talented.

    Jiang Fanyin bit the corner of her lips and fell silent. It seemed that things were not as simple as she thought.

    Seeing this, Song Boxue relieved: "Don't worry, just practice more. You can wear these sets of clothes first, and I will call you tomorrow."

    The heroine doesn't know what she wants to do, she can only cooperate and is willing to cooperate, so that she can save her legs.

    It's really bad. After the mess left by the original owner is dealt with, it is better to resign as soon as possible.

    Jiang Fanyin lowered her eyes: "Thank you." Then she left with her clothes in her arms.

    Song Boxue raised the corners of her lips silently, the start was good, the heroine thanked her, she should not have any grudges, after all, she did not destroy the innocence of the heroine like the original owner, just kissed A few mouthfuls.

    However, if it comes to the fever period in the future, do you really want to kiss the heroine again?

    Song Boxue's expression slowly cracked, as if she was too happy too early.

    The next day, the two came to the front hall one after the other. After Master Zhou bowed to Song Boxue, he looked at Jiang Fanyin: "This son is..."

    It's a son, this looks too beautiful.

    Song Boxue glanced at Jiang Fanyin and introduced: "This is the official's book boy, surnamed Jiang." Jiang Fanyin raised his collar on purpose, and put powder on his neck to cover it up, so he didn't get close If you look closely, you can't really see a hickey.

    "I've seen Mr. Jiang." Master Zhou narrowed his eyes. Is this what the book boy is wearing?

    And the surname is Jiang, what if he doesn't know that there is a girl Jiang living in the house?

    The young man is quite good at playing, but he does not tell the truth, he walks ahead and leads the way.

    Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin looked at each other, and they thought together: The book boy's dress seems to be low-key, and it seems that he will have to cut some new clothes.

    When I arrived at the second hall, Master Zhou reiterated the old story: "Sir, is the prince's case still pending?"

    Case?

    Song Boxue remembered the silver note that the original owner greedily bought, and couldn't help but say: "This official has his own decision, Master Zhou, let's go first."

    The original owner has only been in office for a month and has dealt with this master Zhou the most, but from the memory of the original owner, Master Wang did not leave the master when he sent the silver note, and he did not say anything at the time Anything to receive money.

    Song Boxue temporarily classified Master Zhou as the same person as the original owner, which is not a good thing, so I can't trust it.

    Master Zhou lowered his head, turned and stepped back.

    Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin: "Let's go to the cell to see that girl Liu."

    Jiang Fanyin nodded, without asking who Miss Liu was, she would know when she met someone.

    Song Boxue raised her eyebrows when she saw this, and when she changed her role, she just watched and didn't speak.

    The two walked to the county jail together, Song Boxue thought that the case should be sorted out earlier, the name of this corrupt official cannot be confirmed.

    When the head of the cell heard that she was going to arraign Liu Erniang, he immediately brought her out and sent her to the fire cell.

    Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin stood in the fire prison, looking at the various torture instruments, their eyes opened.

    The county government prison is divided into three levels, the first level is the dungeon, which detains some prisoners whose crimes are not serious or have not yet been sentenced.

    The second level is the fire prison, which is specially used to interrogate prisoners and torture them. The last level is the water prison, which holds serious criminals and death row prisoners.

    The head of the cell would have misunderstood, thinking that she was going to torture the girl and tied the person directly to the stake.

    "Sir, which one do you want to use first?"

    A row of torture instruments is placed there, and it is bluffing to look at.

    Song Boxue wanted to directly say let the person go, but worried about the collapse of the person, so he waved his hand and said: "Everyone goes out, this official will interrogate him alone."

    The head of the prison looked at Jiang Fanyin, who was motionless, and knew in his heart that Young Master Jiang should be the confidant of the county magistrate, so he and a few prison guards withdrew.

    Song Boxue approached Liu Erniang, and at the same time, she also guessed where the prince's malice came from.

    This girl is beautiful, wearing a tattered shirt, tied to a wooden stake, and her face does not change, she seems to be stubborn and not afraid of power.

    In her heart, she spurned the original owner's act of abusing Zhou, and cleared her throat: "Miss Liu, this official asks you..."

    "Hey tui, officer dog, you can't die, you don't want to beat me up, I won't confess my guilt."

    Song Boxue cracked in situ, girl, you don't need to be so strong!

    Seeing this, Jiang Fanyin silently took two steps back and continued to wait and see.

    Song Boxue reacted, wiped her face with her sleeves, and said in a low voice, "Miss Liu, you'd better be honest, this official has no patience, so speak up if you have any grievances."

    She was spit out! It's just...it just doesn't make sense.

    Liu Erniang raised her head, the young county magistrate was wiping her face hard, and the look in her eyes did not seem to be fake.

    She sneered: "Grievance? Don't make fun of me, if you want to use punishment, just use it, don't make trouble with these scumbags."

    Having said that, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that this dog official would really rehabilitate her, but when she thought of the prince who was released in court, her eyes dimmed again .

    This dog officer doesn't know what she's thinking, she'll just die, but the old grandma...

    Liu Erniang couldn't help feeling sad when she thought of her grandmother, and started crying, the little girl couldn't help showing a little fear at this time.

    Song Boxue was stunned, what did she do? Why are people crying?

    She glanced at Jiang Fanyin, Jiang Fanyin didn't look sideways, and continued to play the human-shaped stake.

    Song Boxue suddenly felt a stumbling in her heart: "Miss Liu, this official asks you, what evidence do you have to prove that the prince robbed the silver?"

    Liu Erniang continued to cry, ignoring her at all, and crying more and more heartbreakingly.

    Song Boxue's face was black, what about the calm little girl just now?

    She glanced at Jiang Fanyin and said with a sullen face: "Go get a soldering iron, and cry again, and you will burn her face."

    Let you watch the play and see how I arrange the play for you.

    Jiang Fanyin looked stiff, pursed her lips, picked up the soldering iron and walked over.

    Seeing this, Liu Erniang suddenly pushed her head forward and cried, "You're hot, it's all caused by this face, it's okay if it's hot."

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