The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

Outside the yard, Jiang Zhifu paused, why did he hear someone knocking on his daughter's door?

He put his hand behind his back and walked back slowly.

In the room, I don't know if it was her own illusion, Jiang Fanyin looked at Song Boxue who was hugging her, and for a moment, she felt that this person in front of her looked like a spoiled child.

"We will be married tomorrow, so why can't we wait for this night."

"But I really miss you-" Song Boxue replied simply.

I want to see you so desperately, and you are just 100 meters away, how can I survive this long night.

Because of these candid words, Jiang Fanyin leaned against Song Boxue's arms and responded softly, "Me too."

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In this way, it can not only solve the pain of lovesickness, but also save manpower, killing two birds with one stone.

Jiang Fanyin frowned slightly.

She still remembered that last time, although she didn't do anything, she seemed to have done everything that was supposed to be done, which was inappropriate.

Seeing that Jiang Fanyin didn't know what she was thinking, and didn't agree, Song Boxue hugged him in a heartbeat: "I don't care, I won't leave tonight."

Looking at the person who was hugging him tightly, Jiang Fanyin smiled helplessly, this person is really like a child sometimes.

"Okay, don't go, but don't mess around."

"Don't mess around, I know the seriousness."

Jiang Fanyin glanced at her: "You said the same last time--"

Song Boxue raised his lips and his tone was long: "This time I will do what I say and never do anything."

Jiang Fanyin was relieved, although she was only outside every time... But she was still somewhat worried, so it was better to avoid it.

Thinking like this, she lightly untied her belt and faced Song Boxue's unblinking gaze. For some reason, she always had a bad premonition.

So she added: "You have to go to church tomorrow morning. You have to deal with the banquet outside. You will be very tired. Would you like to sleep early tonight?"

Song Boxue laughed out loud: "Sister Jiang is treating me as a lecherous/middle/hungry/ghost? I promised you not to do it."

She really didn't plan what to do, but seeing Jiang Fanyin's constant face and face, Song Boxue couldn't help licking the tip of her tongue, and she suddenly felt a little rebellious.

If she doesn't do it, she will never do it.

But...

In addition to hands, you can also move other things.

In the end, she managed to control the tip of her tongue, just pressed a deep kiss, and hugged Jiang Fanyin to sleep.

The two fell asleep quickly, and before dawn, the two groups walked into Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin's yard respectively.

Song's head came to Jiang Fanyin's side, and just as he knocked on the door, he saw the people who had gone to Song Boxue's side hurried back.

"The old lady is not good, Mr. Song - Mr. Song is gone."

The county magistrate must have run away from marriage.

Song was startled, and Zhu Zhu looked at each other. Before she could decide where to find someone, Jiang Fanyin's door was pushed open from the inside.

"Mother, you came too early. Sister Jiang and I just fell asleep."

Song Boxue was sleepy, yawning while rubbing her eyebrows.

The field was silent.

The next moment, the voice of the young county magistrate screaming in pain.

"Ah - it hurts, mother let go, my ears are going to fall off."

Song shi twisted Song Boxue's ear and pulled hard: "Sooner or later, my mother will make you mad, didn't I tell you that you can't meet before the church? You are worrying, I think You are looking for a fight."

I just fell asleep, and I must have had a lot of tossing at night.

The Song family also bought two albums in private, both of which are between women and women... fish/water/zhi/huan, thinking that when Jiang Fanyin's pregnancy is stable, she will hand them over to daughter.

Those who want to live a generation, even if they are women, must always seek happiness.

This is good, the booklet she bought from her old face seems to be useless.

Thinking back to a long time ago in the morning, she saw Jiang Fanyin's neck gnawed by her daughter, and the Song family was angry and laughing.

Zhu Zhu smiled and gave Song Boxue a thumbs up: "Sir Song is a bull."

I do big things quietly, she knows that this little county magistrate can't help it in the bridal chamber.

I didn't expect it to start, so I couldn't help it.

Song Boxue with ears twisted into a circle: Haha.

Song shi twisted a few times in frustration before letting go. Only then did she arrange for someone to take Song Boxue away from the yard, and both sides began to dress up and change their wedding clothes.

In the front hall, Jiang Zhifu, who heard this farce, couldn't help pulling his beard.

So I didn't hear it wrong last night, he left on the front foot, Song Boxue went to find his daughter on the back foot, no, why didn't he meet anyone when he went out?

Did you say…

Song Boxue was always guarding the door, and when he left, he quietly knocked on the door.

Jiang Zhifu’s beard hurt, that bastard…

Bah, that's an angry bastard...

The county magistrate's wedding was originally just to congratulate the county gentry, but because the one who married was the daughter of the prefect, and the princess and the little prince came to the scene to congratulate, and also brought the emperor's gift The imperial decree of marriage seems to be quite powerful.

In addition, the Pingchuan county magistrate's jingle of selling sweet potatoes has long been spread, and the sales of pine seedlings are getting better and better. The people of the whole Pingchuan County are eagerly waiting for sweet potatoes.

The quality of life is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The county magistrate is approachable and has no authority. The people spontaneously come to congratulate, ask for a glass of wedding wine, say a few auspicious words, and some even send gifts .

The rich give gifts, and the poor give dry goods in the mountains. The only fly in the ointment is the lack of wine preparation.

After three rounds of wine, the county government was lively all day before the banquet was dispersed.

In the dead of night, Song Boxue couldn't take his eyes away from Jiang Fanyin after taking a bath.

Jiang Fanyin has a graceful and graceful appearance. It is not amazing at first glance, but she has the kind of temperament that the more she looks, the better she looks.

Now, with the delicate makeup set off, the already attractive charm is even more charming.

Jiang Fanyin took off her hairpin, and her long black and thick hair fell on her shoulders.

"I'm still looking, my eyes are straight."

Beauty smiles, anger and joy,

Song Boxue stared blankly again, she held Jiang Fanyin's hand and muttered, "Sister Jiang, you are so beautiful, how lucky I am in my life."

I am so fortunate to hold your hand and spend the rest of my life with you three meals a day.

Jiang Fanyin curled her lips and chuckled, shaking her fingers back: "I can only hold my hand in the future, and I can't change my mind no matter how good it is."

From day to night, from early spring to winter, from now to whitehead, we can only hold each other's hands, it's so good.

Song Boxue said with a smile, "The world is so good, why can't it be half as good as you?"

She yearned for the sunset of the Yellow River, the lonely smoke in the desert, the clear sea and the white sand, and the...

But so many yearnings are not comparable to the present, and the mountains, rivers and rivers are not comparable to every moment that can be spent with Jiang Fanyin.

Loving someone is so good...

Song Boxue felt satisfied when she thought about the days to come, as if this life was enough, and there was nothing else to ask for.

Her eyes were so fiery that Jiang Fanyin turned her head away, and said faintly, "Tonight is our bridal chamber, I can't be with you while I am pregnant with the child--do you think--"

Song Boxue understood, her eyes bright like stars: "Of course, I will be careful."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Fanyin's fingers pressed against her lips.

Jiang Fanyin blushed slightly, and the bottom of her eyes floated: "It's not you who should be careful, it's me who should be careful, you can - willing - teach - me."

The voice is lazy and low.

The tone is long and confusing.

Song Boxue was stunned, looked into Jiang Fanyin's eyes, and forgot to say a word.

It's not her being careful, it's Sister Jiang who should be careful?

Do you want her to teach?

Is that what she meant?

Will it be too sudden…

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Jiang Fanyin pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "You--don't you want to?"

After saying that, she lowered her head in despair.

Song Boxue hurriedly grabbed her sleeve: "Cough-sister Jiang, of course I am willing, willing to teach-"

Yes, she is handsome!

Jiang Fanyin raised her head and held Song Boxue's cheek: "I will be careful."

According to the scenes in her memory, Jiang Fanyin learned Song Boxue's previous movements, step by step, like a rigorous student, conscientiously completing each step.

Outside the room, it was a cold spring night.

In the room, the spring flowers are quietly blooming.

Drowsiness and drowsiness, Song Boxue only felt his head buzzing.

From beginning to end, she didn't seem to have time to say a word or teach anything.

Her sister Jiang is really powerful, she doesn't even know how to do things like this, and she is unbelievably gentle.

The next day, Song shi lovingly looked at Jiang Fanyin who went out first, and then saw Song Boxue who was supporting her waist to go out. Her expression was startled, and she suddenly became complicated.

This one is unsatisfactory. It seems that those booklets are still secretly given to my daughter, which is too unsatisfactory.

Song Boxue straightened her waist and greeted people casually. When everyone was not looking at her, she couldn't help rubbing her waist. It was really sore and happy.

The people who secretly stared at her were stunned, and they secretly said: The county magistrate can't do it, he just walked away with his back in one night, it's too empty, too empty.

So I don't know which good person spread the news: the second day of the wedding, the county magistrate walked away.

People in Pingchuan County: The county magistrate is really not good.

Later, Song Boxue, who heard some rumors, gritted her teeth secretly, who was slandering her outside, pure slander, she was very good.

Zhu Zhu took Gao Zhilan's hand and silently looked up at the sky. It was definitely not her story, and she would not admit it without evidence.

Seeing Song Boxue's depressed face, Jiang Fanyin poked her waist lightly: "It hurts the body, and they are right-"

Song Boxue: ! !

"Sister Jiang, you have changed, you don't love me anymore."

"I don't have-"

Jiang Fanyin smiled, leaning on Song Boxue's shoulder and said softly, "Don't talk nonsense, or I won't let you mess up tonight."

Song Boxue's heart skipped a beat, and she said in surprise, "Is it alright tonight?"

"Guess~"

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There are so many people in this world, how lucky they are to meet~