The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

Chapter 42:

"Miss Jiang, did you just say medicine? What medicine?" Hua Jian asked intentionally, he was not sure how strong the relationship between Jiang Fanyin and Song Boxue was.

However, no matter how firm it is, it can't be worth the revenge of killing my father.

He hoped that Jiang Fanyin would have hatred for Song Boxue, so that he could get rid of this small county magistrate in one fell swoop. As long as he was in the government prison, he was confident that Song Boxue would never be able to live again walk out.

When Jiang Fanyin heard the voice, she fixedly looked at the silent father, the corners of her lips were tight, and she didn't answer for a long time.

Hanakan thought she was immersed in grief, and reminded: "Miss Jiang, uncle went strangely, if you have any pain, just say it, Wang Zhifu and I will definitely decide for you."

"Can I take Daddy away?"

Jiang Fanyin's eyes were blank, and the fingers under the sleeves pinched the palm of her hand.

How did daddy die, how could he die?

The last moment she was full of hope, thinking that she was about to take her father out of the cage, why did she die?

Without waiting for anyone to reply, Jiang Fanyin reached out to hold the wooden frame and walked forward step by step without looking at anyone.

She walked unconsciously, her palms were cold and bitingly cold.

The people who carried the wooden frame looked at each other and followed her to a coffin shop without saying anything.

Behind, Hua Jian looked at Song Boxue who had followed him here, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Isn't Mr. Song still giving up? Is it possible that she wants to be buried with Miss Jiang? I don't want to see you."

Song Boxue looked at the thin figure, what caught his eye was the noon sun, which was bright and warm, but no one could feel the temperature.

She stared at Dizziness coldly, walked forward and hugged Jiang Fanyin gently, then turned around without hesitation.

"I wish Major General Hua and Sister Jiang a good relationship for a hundred years."

The tone was low and lonely, and when she walked away, Song Boxue slightly hooked her lips, it should be done.

Zhu Zhu, who had been observing her, saw that she smiled and said worriedly, "Master Song, do you still know what your name is?"

Isn’t it because she was hit too hard and turned into a fool?

Song Boxue raised her eyebrows and said in a clear voice, "The drowsiness medicine expires in about an hour, and our work is not finished yet."

"What do you mean? Isn't that Jiang Zhifu out of breath?"

"You'll know then."

Outside the coffin shop, Jiang Fanyin stood blankly with a soft hand, and in his palm was a small bag, which Song Boxue had quietly stuffed in when he hugged her.

She was nervous, pretending to be calm: "Please prepare the best shrouds and shrouds for the store, come with me, I will arrange the clothes for daddy."

The person who carries the wooden frame takes money to do things. At the beginning, it is agreed that he will carry the dead, and the reward is generous.

Hana Jian still followed behind, looking at Jiang Fanyin's back, couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but he was more relaxed, so Jiang Fanyin had no relatives in this world, and Song Boxue is no longer possible.

Only him, only him.

Only he can rely on Jiang Fanyin, the only one.

In the inn, Jiang Fanyin looked at his father who was lying quietly on the wooden board, and slowly loosened the palm of his hand, which was clenched all the way. Sweaty.

Seeing the words on it clearly, her eyes narrowed, she stumbled onto the wooden board, and reached out to sniff with trembling hands.

The next moment, tears welled up in my eyes.

Outside the door, Hua Jian heard the suppressed cries coming from inside, felt a little relieved, and left silently.

The thorns on the road have been removed, and there is no need to worry about it for a while.

Inside the door, Jiang Fanyin threw himself on his father. From time to time, he would take a breath and feel his pulse. He would cry and laugh while holding the note.

'Uncle should have recovered his breath at this time, he will wake up in an hour, waiting for you outside the city gate, don't worry. ’

Daddy is still alive, Daddy is fine, Song Boxue didn't lie to her, and didn't take Daddy's life as a joke.

Jiang Fanyin cried and laughed, and finally held the note to her chest, sobbing in a low voice.

Her father is still alive...

Outside the city gate, Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu waited quietly. Seeing Jiang Fanyin holding the coffin out of the city gate, she raised her lips silently and rode with Zhu Zhu to the cemetery first.

Seeing them, Jiang Fanyin's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be sad: "Put the coffin down, you can go back, you don't have to send it on the next road."

Zhu Zhu's guard hurriedly stepped up to take the coffin, carried it and continued to walk forward.

Jiang Fanyin followed behind the coffin, looking at the city gate that was getting farther and farther behind her, she felt calm and finally came out.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu rushed to meet them and helped open the coffin.

"Uncle Jiang, are you alright... What's the matter?" Song Boxue stopped halfway through his words, why didn't he wake up.

She just used her mental power to control Jiang Zhifu's breathing. She should be fine soon, and the drowsy medicine will last for an hour at most, so she should be awake.

Jiang Fanyin uncomfortably took care of the corner of Jiang Zhifu's clothes: "I was afraid that daddy wouldn't want to, so I gave him some medicine and helped him to the carriage first."

Song Boxue: “…”

She underestimated the heroine, not only knows how to be flexible, but also knows how to adapt and accept it well, which saves trouble.

He helped people onto the carriage, but Jiang Fanyin did not get down immediately.

Song Boxue looked at her with doubts in her eyes: "Sister Jiang? Don't worry, these guards are highly skilled in martial arts. I sent a letter to my mother in advance, and I will take good care of Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Fanyin hesitated for a while, then turned around and stuffed something in Jiang Zhifu's pocket before getting off the carriage.

Even if she is worried, she can only stay, stay and stabilize Hanami, so that Daddy can be safe.

Zhu Zhu, who was watching everything, also reacted at this time, Jiang Zhifu was not dead, everything before was just a play, even she was deceived by Song Bo Xuemeng, so angry.

She glanced at the distant carriage and poked Song Boxue's arm: "Okay, how did you do it?"

It can make people lose their breath and come back to life, it's amazing.

Song Boxue's face was unfathomable: "The mountain man has his own plan."

If you don't do this, how can you deceive the sly fox in Huajian.

She turned around and walked to Jiang Fanyin's side, reached out and put her in her arms: "Sister Jiang, I was also afraid that the acting would not be realistic enough, so I decided to do this."

Jiang Fanyin blushed slightly, didn't speak, just hugged her waist tightly, enjoying the peace of mind at this moment.

Zhu Zhu rolled her eyes silently, waved her hand and led the guards away, she really misses Gao Zhilan, it’s too boring to be alone, it’s better to have a daughter-in-law by her side, hug if you want, if you want Just touch it, just like now, there is only envy, woo woo.

Not far away, Song Boxue gently stroked Fujiang Fanyin's back and coaxed in a low voice: "I'm sorry Sister Jiang, if there is anything in the future, I will tell you in advance, okay?"

Jiang Fanyin hugged her and mumbled "um", but still didn't speak.

She was afraid that she would cry when she opened her mouth.

At that time, she really felt that the sky was falling and that her father died because of the person she trusted the most. The heartache and death at that moment are still a little unbearable.

Song Boxue touched her back and kissed her sideburns: "Then, will Sister Jiang come to see me tonight? Quietly."

Jiang Fanyin took a breath, and her voice became hoarse: "Why keep it quiet?"

"Of course it's acting for Young General Hua to see, so that he can completely dispel his suspicions, and Uncle Jiang can stay in Pingchuan County with peace of mind."

Song Boxue's words were soft and gentle, and she couldn't help but kiss Jiang Fanyin's forehead.

Song Boxue touched the top of her hair, and said warmly: "After returning to the city, if Sister Jiang meets me in front of outsiders, don't pay attention, it's better to look at me with anger."

She should do her business too, visit the city to see if she can find seeds, and she has to go back a year ago.

Jiang Fanyin thought about the scene where he would be glaring in the future, and frowned in annoyance: "Is that so?"

Song Boxue suddenly remembered the description of Jiang Fanyin in the later part of the original book, that the female protagonist married into the male protagonist's backyard.

She is a standard lady, who will cater to everyone and not offend everyone.

But Song Boxue didn't want to see Jiang Fanyin like that, she hugged Jiang Fanyin tightly: "Sister Jiang, I don't want to change your world, but I also hope that you won't be changed by this world."

I hope you will always be confident, always be yourself…

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?" Jiang Fanyin's pale face flashed blank and puzzled.

Song Boxue smiled lightly: "Nothing, let's go back, I'll wait for you at night."

"Okay--"

Jiang Fanyin went back to the city first, Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu deliberately stayed outside the city for half an hour, before leaving at a staggered time.

On the way, Zhu Zhu curiously said, "What if the prefect of Jiang wakes up and doesn't want to go to Pingchuan County and comes back after making a fuss?"

After all, even Jiang Fanyin, her own daughter, has no confidence, and she has to give her father medicine. Can those guards deliver the person well?

Song Boxue raised her eyebrows: "No."

"What not?"

"Uncle Jiang won't wake up halfway."

Song Boxue raised her horse whip. She had already arranged everything, such as giving the guards a few packets of medicine, for example, Uncle Jiang would stay asleep until he entered the Houya of Pingchuan County.

After reading the letter, Song should use his own method to let Uncle Jiang stay and wait for them to go back.

Zhu Zhu was taken aback, what does it mean that he won't wake up halfway?

No!

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten when you treat your future father-in-law like this?"

Song Boxue replied: "I told the guard that it was all your orders, Princess Pingyuan, our noble and understanding Princess Pingyuan won't break me, Princess, you can do it, otherwise I will The official's house is restless."

Zhu Zhu "…"

She opened her mouth to scold people, but saw that Song Boxue did not know when to ride the horse and whip, and the people had slipped away.

In the night, Zhu Zhu got into the bed early, his eyelids got heavier and heavier, but the person sitting on the opposite bed looked extraordinarily energetic.

"Sir Song, can you please turn off the lights?"

Song Boxue stood up and stared at Zhu Zhu.

Song Boxue helped her forehead helplessly and pulled the screen between the two beds.

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The author has something to say:

The middle of the night is suitable for adding more~

Small Theater~

Song Boxue: I'm here waiting for her to come...

Zhu Zhu: Why are you crazy if you don’t sleep at night?

Song Boxue blocked the screen: I hope the princess will plug her ears and mouth tonight.

Zhu Zhu: Fuck, it’s so exciting to play, I won’t peek or listen, don’t worry.

Song Boxue thought about it for a while, and let's just knock people unconscious, so that you can rest assured.