MTL - The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A-Chapter 8

The originally gentle and attractive eyebrows and eyes became softer and more attractive because of a shallow smile.

There is also a layer of transparent icing on the red lips, which makes people want to lick off that layer of sweetness.

Song Boxue was slightly absent-minded, and the glands behind her ears were agitated.

She is in a fever period these days, perhaps because the fragrance of Jiang Fanyin has a soothing effect on her, which makes her easily provoked by the people in front of her.

Seeing Song Boxue's gaze gradually becoming more eager, Jiang Fanyin's eyebrows narrowed slightly: "But you are ill?"

This is too frequent, and I have the disease for three days in a row.

Song Boxue wanted to open her mouth to deny it, but suddenly remembered Jiang Fanyin's words, take care of one or two, is it the kind of care she thought?

So the heroine is willing to let her taste the tempting sweetness...

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Fanyin thought that this person seemed out of control when she got sick, she approached and held Song Boxue's hand.

Song Boxue's fingers moved slightly, her breath tightened, and her eyes darkened.

Then I saw Jiang Fanyin holding her hand and blocking her mouth.

"Bite your hand and see if it relieves it?"

Song Boxue: "..." I thank you.

Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Fanyin hesitated for a while, then let go and raised her arm, pulling up half of her sleeve, revealing Haoyuerushuang's wrist: "Otherwise, give me a kiss on my wrist? "

I just want to have skin-to-skin contact, so it should be possible, she thought uncertainly.

There was soft white skin on her lips, feeling the temperature of Jiang Fanyin's wrist, Song Boxue twitched the corners of her mouth, and inexplicably made up for the scene where she was hugging Jiang Fanyin's wrist and kissing her. His expression suddenly cracked.

She hurriedly leaned back: "This time the symptoms are very mild, I can restrain it."

Jiang Fanyin saw that her eyes had regained clarity, and calmly retracted her hand: "That's good."

The two of them looked at each other, then ducked back together, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Song Boxue stabilized her mind, and then said just now: "I will send someone to arrest Wang Gongzi and punish him directly."

From the time she knew about this case, she wanted to clean up that bully prince, she really deserved to be beaten.

Jiang Fanyin nodded: "I will help you draft a pledge document."

Just now she thought for a moment if this person's symptoms could not be relieved, should she untie the collar...

Fortunately, the situation was not serious, which made her stop her absurd and uncertain thoughts.

In the mansion of Mr. Wang, the prince was holding his concubine to play with the bird, and was escorted away by the catcher who suddenly broke into the mansion.

When Mr. Wang got the news in the restaurant, his son had already been sent to prison.

In front of several friends, his expression froze. It is hard to say that the county magistrate has already accepted his banknotes, but he also revealed something at the table: "Before Mr. Song, I promised the old man that the dog will be fine, and I don't know why I regret it again."

The people sitting here are all human beings. Naturally, they understand what he means. This new county magistrate is not trustworthy, and he can't do anything with money.

After Mr. Wang left, several people were discussing what to do with such an unreputable county magistrate, and they got news one after another, and the county government posted a pledge document.

The above said that the heavy rain the night before broke through the overpass on West Street, and some farmers' crops were damaged. At present, only Mr. Wang has pledged 100 taels.

So the county magistrate showed great mercy and temporarily did not cure the crime of the prince, and was locked up pending trial.

At the same time, all the merchants have also received an invitation, the county magistrate will hold a pledge meeting tomorrow in the largest restaurant, and there will be people coming to watch.

Master Wang returned to the mansion, and before he even drank tea, he was so upset by the quarrel with the eldest lady that he went directly to the county office.

Hearing the communication, Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin looked at each other, and they were waiting for someone to come.

"Master Song, what happened to the dog?"

Because Mr. Wang had given a silver note before, and saw the appearance of the county magistrate taking one hundred taels of silver as a treasure, he immediately took it lightly, and there was a sense of guilt in his words. .

Song Boxue drank tea with a leisurely expression: "Naturally, it was the previous robbery. If this officer finds something suspicious, I will ask Wang Gongzi to learn about the case."

She has participated in many speech contests in modern times, large and small, and she has practiced a lot of momentum without changing her face. virtual.

Master Wang didn't answer for a while, and felt that this young county magistrate felt very different from before. Is he pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?

He glanced at Jiang Fanyin, who was standing still, and coughed lightly, "Master Song, can you take a step to speak?"

Song Boxue glanced at Jiang Fanyin and said solemnly, "No need, just say something."

The book said that the heroine is good-natured and has a heart for the people.

So in this ancient abuse text, she doesn't even believe the original owner's mother, but she can trust the heroine in this kind of thing.

Master Wang's face sank, and he stared at her and said, "Master Song, when you received the money, you guaranteed that the dog would be fine."

Since he gave his face shame, then he also tore his face.

The Wang family has been entrenched in this county for many years, and it is not arbitrary.

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows: "Master Wang must provide evidence when he speaks. Didn't you voluntarily pledge the 100 taels?"

"What pledge?" Mr. Wang was taken aback for a moment. He left the restaurant and went back to the mansion.

Because he didn't understand Song Boxue's words, he felt a little flustered for no reason, as if he underestimated the county magistrate.

Song Boxue chuckled softly: "This officer recommends that you go back to the manor first, and I will wait for your big drive upstairs tomorrow."

After hearing this, Mr. Wang couldn't sit still, left the county office in a hurry, and also knew about the donation.

His eyes sank, and he said angrily: "It's too much to deceive people, come here, go and invite Mr. Zhao and Mr. Qian..."

In one night, all the prominent merchants in Pingchuan County received the news. With the cooperation of Mr. Wang, they reached a tacit agreement, that is, no one will go and let the county Grandpa's face.

The next morning, Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin brought a few yamen to the largest restaurant in the county.

The lobby upstairs is very large and can accommodate nearly 100 people.

After receiving the news, Shopkeeper Li did not welcome guests today, and even the second floor was vacant.

People who heard the wind also gathered in twos and threes on the street outside the restaurant, looking at the pledge book posted on the wall. published above.

Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin sat on the second floor together, watching the sun move southward, none of the merchants who received the invitation came.

Master Zhou said in a low voice, "Sir, this matter should not be taken too hastily, it is better to let the people disperse, so as not to damage the face of the government."

At this point, there is no one to buy face, and the face of the county magistrate has been lost.

You are young and ignorant, thinking things are too simple, Master Zhou sighed, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Not waiting for Song Boxue to speak, the shopkeeper upstairs went upstairs to the second floor.

"Sir Song, I would like to pledge five hundred taels upstairs to contribute to the construction of Pingchuan County." Shopkeeper Li offered five hundred taels of silver, not to mention that today's banquet is Putting it upstairs upstairs, it should also pledge donations for the gimmick of the construction of Pingchuan County.

After all, the purpose of the store upstairs is to cooperate with the government as long as it is beneficial to the people's livelihood.

Treasurer Li has also waited and watched all morning. No matter whether the money can be used on the people in the end, he should make a statement upstairs.

Song Boxue glanced at Shopkeeper Li and looked at Jiang Fanyin: "Remember, go upstairs to pledge five hundred taels."

The pledge book outside the door quickly wrote a note, which was listed under Mr. Wang's one hundred taels.

Seeing that it was noon, Song Boxue looked at the empty hall, her eyes darkened.

She did not expect that the merchants in Pingchuan County would be so united.

"Sir, otherwise it's better to leave." Master Zhou whispered again.

Song Boxue said nothing, after a short silence, she whispered a few words to Jiang Fanyin, since she doesn't know each other, then don't blame her.

Jiang Fanyin's eyes flashed with surprise and nodded.

Wang family, Mr. Wang heard that no one went upstairs to pledge donations, and was smugly eating lunch, when a servant rushed in.

"Master, it's not good, master."

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Song Boxue: Thank you so much ^-^