The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

Song Boxue almost dropped her jaw: "She knows I'm a woman? Why don't I know?"

No wonder Jiang Fanyin was so good at coaxing in the original owner's memory. When she invited her to drink, she took the cup and drank it, but the original owner gave her a pitfall.

The co-author knew she was a daughter for a long time, and they did not prevent this at all.

Song shi glanced at her and said angrily: "You forgot to be seen wearing open-crotch pants when you were a child? What kind of memory? It's really not inherited into my brain at all. Good face."

After all, she touched her face narcissistically and walked to the half-height bronze mirror to take a picture.

Song Boxue's eyes twitched, not because she forgot, but because the original owner forgot?

Seeing Mrs. Song looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but touch her own face, got up and squeezed in front of Mrs. Song, looking at the person in the bronze mirror.

The original owner was dressed in a blue robe, dressed as a man, with clear eyes and thin lips.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a handsome young man who is indistinguishable between males and females, ah no, he is a beautiful woman.

It's almost like she was carved out of the same mold.

When the child was born, the master went away. Pity her, in order to keep the Song family's property, she claimed to have a son to the outside world. It's been difficult.

Song Boxue touched her nose embarrassedly, and turned sideways to let out the mirror.

Song sighed: "Can my son complain about being a mother? It really doesn't work, it's okay to resign, change to a place where no one knows us, my son will restore his status as a woman and find a good family to marry now..."

"No no no, I don't complain, I don't complain at all, being the county magistrate is very majestic." Before Song could finish speaking, Song Boxue shook his head and refused.

As a modern person, she knows how difficult it was for women in ancient times.

Song was not surprised when she heard it, she seemed to be used to it: "Hey, even though you always say this, it's not good for your mother, if your dead ghost father is alive, our mother It’s not like… woo woo…”

Speaking, Song raised the handkerchief and whimpered softly.

Song Boxue only felt that her head was too big, and the original owner was too crying.

She rubbed her eyebrows and comforted her in a rusty way, "Don't cry, rest early."

Seeing that she turned her head away as if hiding something, Song removed the handkerchief from her face, and there was no trace of tears.

"You little conscience, I don't feel sorry for my mother-in-law at all."

Song looked left and right in front of the bronze mirror, it was time to rest early, otherwise he would grow old faster.

Song Boxue didn't know where to go after she left the Song family. She hesitated to return to her yard, and saw that the door was closed, and there was no sound inside. The hostess had already left. .

She breathed a sigh of relief, now she can go back to her room and sleep, no need to worry about nowhere to go at night.

Before dawn, Song Boxue was sound asleep when there was a knock on the door.

"My son, wake up, it's time to go to the ya." Song's voice sounded outside the door.

I'm afraid that one day I'm accidentally seen as a woman disguised as a man.

So she, the mother-in-law, took care of all Song Boxue's chores, including coming to wake up her daughter before dawn...

Of course, after the daughter puts on the official uniform and goes to the ya, she will go to sleep.

Song Boxue rubbed the headache caused by the hangover, resisted the sleepiness and got out of bed, opened the door and said, "Mother, I'm awake, you can go to sleep again."

When the words were over, she realized what she said, as if she was called 'mother'.

It's pretty smooth, is it influenced by the original owner's memory? But she was originally an orphan, which was not bad.

Seeing her opening the door, Mrs. Song answered hastily and ran away in a hurry. Sleeping is the most important thing, waking up so early every day makes her sleepy.

Song Boxue took a shower and went to the front hall according to her memory.

Master Zhou was already waiting there as usual, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw her, and he quickly covered it up: "Sir."

Song Boxue nodded solemnly, and the two walked forward one after the other.

The original owner lived in the house of the county government office, which is the so-called three halls.

It is a big house with three exits and three entrances, three courtyards and three small courtyards, and more than 60 rooms of various sizes.

The next one is the second hall, which is usually used for office work and meeting guests.

The next step is the court. The magistrate does not usually have to go to the court. Usually, someone beats the drum and complains about the injustice.

Most of the time, the magistrate only sits in the second hall to read official documents and deal with government affairs.

Song Boxue went to the table and flipped through it, it was a traditional Chinese character she knew.

After she sat down, she couldn't help sighing again. The original owner, a mediocre official, still had dark eyes after taking office for a month, and didn't know anything about the local affairs under her jurisdiction.

One of the few work-related memories is greed for two dollars.

Master Zhou saw her as if she didn't know what to do, and reminded her in a timely manner: "Sir, the case of Wang Gongzi has not yet been sentenced."

Wang Gongzi?

I remembered that he was the son of Mr. Wang, one of the two money that the original owner greedily bought.

What pot can't be opened and lifted, would she dare to accept this hot silver?

It seems that the original owner has taken over...

Song Boxue rubbed his temples and said, "I'll let me... let this official think about it, Master Zhou, let's do something else first."

Think about how to dump the pot, or how to make the hot money less hot.

Master Zhou squinted his eyes and replied 'yes' without saying anything.

After Master Zhou left, Song Boxue spread out on the chair, wishing he could shout 'Oh Heaven', can I send the silver back to Master Wang now?

She thought about the case carefully, Wang Gongzi was the defendant, and the charge was robbery.

It was a poor girl named Liu Erniang who sued the prince.

But without waiting to ask clearly, Master Wang sent a hundred taels of silver notes to the original owner, bluntly saying that it was his son who did it, and that the son was playing a little joke with the girl.

The original owner took the money and let the prince go directly, and even put the little girl in custody under the prince's instruction.

Song Boxue rubbed her eyebrows irritably, this prince deserves to be beaten, why are you robbing other girls for money if you don't have enough money?

After reading the county annals for a day, she has a general understanding of this dynasty. The dynasty she is in now is the Baiyue Dynasty, and this year is the eleventh year of the Baiyue.

As for Pingchuan County, which was under the jurisdiction of the original owner, it can be summed up in four words: backcountry.

When it was time for the next ya, Song Boxue returned to the back house, remembering that there was a heroine waiting for her, and had a little idea.

Problems have to be solved, so come and meet the heroine.

She instructed the kitchen to prepare a table of wine and food, and then ordered someone to invite Jiang Fanyin.

Yes, there is room for saving.

Jiang Fanyin heard the message from the servant, remembered that he passed out with a glass of wine last night, woke up and was bound by five flowers, and clenched the dagger in his sleeve.

This is what she went to the kitchen to find for self-defense this morning. She originally thought that Song Boxue was a woman and had a marriage contract with her. So I have never been defensive.

But what happened last night made her unable to trust her fiancé disguised as a man, even though he finally let her go.

"Please come to my room." Jiang Fanyin's first reaction was to refuse, but this county is all from Song Boxue, so how can you refuse it? out of here.

It's just that Daddy can't trust others, and she can't believe it either. Right now, there is no one to turn to, so she hesitates.

Song Boxue readily agreed to come to Jiang Fanyin's room after hearing the little servant's reply.

"Sister Jiang, I'm here to make amends for you." When Song Boxue entered the door, she shamelessly called her sister. According to the original owner's memory, Jiang Fanyin was two years older than her, so it was right to call her sister. .

And since Jiang Fanyin already knew that she was disguised as a man, there was no need to hide it.