The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

Looking at the people who went and returned, Jiang Fanyin's expression has returned to normal: "Is it better?"

It is the disease.

Song Boxue stood in front of the door and watched her without speaking.

The idea that was not sorted out just now lingered in her mind. She has never been a sloppy person. She did not expect to hesitate at this moment, like a coward.

Jiang Fanyin seemed to be still worried about her condition, and asked, "Still... Still feeling well?"

Speaking, she touched her neck unconsciously, the pain is still there, it should be a bit heavier than the last time...

Song Boxue looked at her movements, her eyes fell on the deep and shallow hickey: "If sister Jiang has to be separated from the person she likes because of a misunderstanding, it will take half a lifetime to stay together. Together, would you like to change your liking in the first place?"

Like now, before meeting the male protagonist, choose to be with her.

Jiang Fanyin was puzzled at first, and then looked at her deeply: "If you really like it, how can you change someone?"

Song Boxue was at a loss for words, yes, how can I change people.

"Let's go tomorrow."

Seeing that Song Boxue's face turned cold, Jiang Fanyin was confused for no reason, his lips moved, and in the end he didn't ask anything.

The next day, the news that the county magistrate was assassinated and injured, Master Zhou heard the news and visited early in the morning.

"Sir, what about those assassins?"

He looked at Song Boxue who was reclining on the bed, his face was pale, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

Yesterday, I saw that this straw bag was walking normally, but suddenly he was injured, and those people in the prison woke up wrong, all of them were like dementia, and they didn't remember how they passed out.

There is something tricky about it.

Song Boxue coughed and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, the white handkerchief was instantly stained with blood.

The taste of chicken blood is too fishy.

Song Boxue looked bitter and retched again. This was a completely subconscious reaction, and she really couldn't pretend.

"Master Zhou, my son is going to rest in peace, so don't talk about official business for a few days." Song Shi was dissatisfied, but the appearance of protecting the calf made Master Zhou put away some doubts.

Master Zhou breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, and take good care of your injuries, the county government's affairs will be watched by your subordinates."

"There is Mr. Zhou, and Jiang Qianhu will also make you pay more attention. When this official is in better health, I will definitely entertain you in person, cough..."

She coughed again without saying a word.

Song Shi immediately threw Master Zhou out: "The sky falls and I can't delay my son's recovery. If Master Zhou dares to come again, I don't care who you are, I will shoot him out."

After saying that, she gave Master Zhou a stern look.

This ignorant shrew, Master Zhou's face froze, he endured it, and bowed his head and retired.

Seeing that the person was gone, Song shi closed the door and said proudly, "Mother's acting is good, I see that Master Zhou believes it."

Song Boxue was rinsing his mouth and gave a thumbs up.

The acting is really good.

Song raised her head, nothing else, if it comes to bluffing, she has never lost anyone.

"Tell mother, what are you trying to do with this?"

"I suspect that those assassins still have back-up tricks. The people in the county government are unreliable. It is better to quietly go to the city to move rescue soldiers, otherwise they may be calculated one day."

Song Boxue was ambiguous.

Song shi also agreed when he heard it: "That's right, let the city send more soldiers to protect you, if you knew it earlier, you wouldn't be the county magistrate."

Song Boxue nodded and didn't explain much. She only warned: "Mother must guard the door, and don't let anyone in, or else the wind will leak, and it will not be safe for me to go."

"Don't worry, my mother will live in your house in the future, and no one will want to come in."

Song Boxue nodded, there is no reliable person at the moment, I just hope that the Song family can be more reliable.

"Mom, you have to spend money on staying at the store, so you can bring me some money." She didn't want to spend everything on the heroine, and the debt became too much. A debt of favor, or a penny less is a penny.

Song rolled her eyes: "You little conscience, you are thinking about the money of the old lady all day long. Didn't the child of Fanyin go with you? It's okay to spend her money."

Having said that, she still took out a few small pieces of silver.

"Mother, this is only a few taels, how can I use it?" Song Boxue watched Song Shi dig out three taels of silver, feeling helpless.

This cheap girl and the original owner really lost money.

Song shi rolled her eyes at her and put away her purse: "Is there any more, go to your daughter-in-law, we used to be able to spend a tael of silver for two months, that's enough. "

Seeing her like this, Song Boxue knew that she would never come out, so she put away the money, changed clothes, and went out of the city in disguise.

Outside the city, Jiang Fanyin waited early with a horse.

Seeing that there was only one horse, Song Boxue could not help but ask, "Why is there only one? Sister Jiang is not going?"

Don't, it's too troublesome to deal with the ancients, what if the time is delayed?

The female protagonist can turn bad luck into good luck every time, and Jiang Fanyin is equivalent to an extra life-saving card.

Jiang Fanyin said with a light expression, "I can't ride a horse, this is a double saddle."

So they have to ride together.

Song Boxue looked at her fixedly, then raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, you sit in the front, you go first."

Since the heroine doesn't think there is anything, she has nothing to worry about.

The two looked natural, and tacitly did not mention what happened yesterday.

Jiang Fanyin shook hands and held the reins to mount the horse. The movements were a little difficult, but she did not open her mouth to ask Song Boxue to help.

Song Boxue frowned, supported her body when she got up, and then jumped up, the two of them sat down almost at the same time.

She took the reins, lowered her head and said in Jiang Fanyin's ear, "Sit tight, drive."

Jiang Fanyin's body uncontrollably leaned back, wanting to hold on to the reins, but afraid of restraining the horse, her hand was on Song Boxue's arm, and her body fell into the embrace of the person behind her.

She couldn't help but froze, and was about to sit up straight, when she heard Song Boxue's voice ringing in her ears again, with a whirring sound: "Don't move around, show me the direction."

Jiang Fanyin tightened her fingers, leaned back slowly, and leaned against Song Boxue's arms.

The two of them rushed all the way and left the boundary of Pingchuan County in half a day.

I rushed to a town near evening, and then both dismounted and looked for an inn where they could rest.

As a result, the town is too small, there are no inns at all, and there are only a few small restaurants on the street.

"Let's eat something first." Song Boxue led the horse and stopped outside a small restaurant.

Seeing them leading the horse, the store owner asked enthusiastically, "It's so late, do you want to stay overnight, and then go on your way tomorrow morning, it's too much trouble to stay outside in such a cold day."

The shopkeeper's eyes were shrewd, and he looked at them secretly. The two handsome young men, one looks good and the other looks good, looks like the son of a rich family, and can make an extra fortune today.

Song Boxue did not miss the look in his eyes, and followed the words: "Is there any room in the shopkeeper's place?"

The shopkeeper saw her answer, knew that the business was coming, and hurriedly said: "We don't have an inn in this town, and it happens that there is a guest room in my house that no one lives in. If you two don't dislike it, you can settle it. For one night, the rent will be charged separately."

Speaking, he rubbed his fingers, the meaning is obvious, it is definitely not possible to live in vain, it will cost money.

There is no menu in the small restaurant. There are several home-cooked dishes written on the wall.

Song Boxue estimated the price in her heart. A tael of silver is a thousand wen, which is not expensive.

She is not a grumpy temper, and immediately said: "One meat and one vegetable, another soup, plus the rent, please calculate how much."

The store owner smiled and said, "You are so refreshing. That's all in all."

He stretched out five fingers and added: "Five hundred wen." That is half a tael of silver, mainly because the rent was too much.

Song Boxue nodded and took out a small piece of silver.

After dinner, when she came to the so-called guest room, she couldn't help being silent.

It seems too crowded.

Song Boxue was silent: "Sister Jiang wash first, I'll go to the store and get a quilt."

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