I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"She said it will take you half a month to recover." Tu Huaining frowned. She also felt that this time was too long. She had been looking at these things for a long time but couldn't make sense of them. The unknown equals risk, and she didn't like it very much.

"Half a month?" Lin Jin screamed like a groundhog, but forgot that his throat was still sore and his voice was hoarse, so it sounded extremely funny.

Nonsense! This is simply alarmist!

What kind of allergy requires staying in the hospital for half a month? What a lie!

Lin Jin rubbed her brows. She didn’t believe that the heroine didn’t know how many days it actually took. Even for the sake of safety, a week would be enough. Why would it take half a month? What exactly does the heroine want to do?

"You really don't want your body anymore, right?" Tu Huaining frowned. The medicine bag in her hand happened to be a little cold. She put the medicine bag aside and wiped the medicine juice on Lin Jin's back with a towel.

Lin Jin smiled embarrassedly. She didn't mean to disobey the doctor's advice. It was just that Lin Lin's words could scare Tu Huaining and other laymen, but not her. "I suddenly feel that Song Shiqiu is right."

Don't stay here for long.

After Song Shiqiu returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he asked Heng Mu to burn Yue Yue Han Ji, then took out the imperial edict from the antique shelf and spread it out on the table.

"What is your Excellency doing? Did Miss Lin Liu really find her lover?" Heng Mu was a little surprised. Could it be that he had guessed wrong? However, he looked at the Yue Han Ji in his hand and felt that it was not the case. "Where did your Excellency get this book?"

Song Shiqiu glanced at him and said, "You are such a troublemaker. I told you to burn it, so burn it."

Heng Mu had no choice but to light a brazier, tear up the book and throw it into the brazier. He caught a glimpse of Song Shiqiu picking up a pen out of the corner of his eye, and hurried over to take a look. When he saw the words "Prime Minister Song Yuehan" on the book, he smiled meaningfully.

He said his guess was correct.

"Why are you here if you don't want to do your thing?" Song Shiqiu carefully wrote down his name, official title and age. After he finished writing, he put them aside to let the ink dry, and then began to write the marriage certificate. He looked so serious as if he was doing something big.

Heng Mu coughed twice in a pretentious manner: "Sir, didn't you say that you would bring Miss Lin Liu back in a while? Since you are bringing her back to live with you, will she still live in Fuyun Courtyard? Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Song Shiqiu paused as he was writing the marriage certificate, and a trace of regret flashed across his face. He had actually forgotten about this matter ever since Lin Jin moved to Fuyun Courtyard.

"Renovate the Azure Sky Courtyard next to the Floating Cloud Courtyard, and let her move in when she comes back."

The two of them have a good relationship. Even if they don't live in the same yard, they definitely want to live closer to each other, which is convenient.

"Don't you want to live in your Qiuhan Courtyard?" Heng Mu was surprised. The marriage certificate has been signed, but they are still living separately?

Song Shiqiu gave Heng Mu a look and said, "Ajin and I haven't been married yet, how can we live in the same courtyard? Don't talk nonsense. This time I just brought her back, and we can talk about the marriage later. If we rush it, it will seem that we are neglecting her."

Heng Mu, however, had a very satisfied look on his face, as if he had seen his son grow up: "My Lord, you are actually kind-hearted now."

Song Shiqiu's face darkened. What was the point of feeling sorry for him? This was just basic courtesy. Lin Liu had been in his house for so long, and he had always been polite.

"If you can't learn to speak, you won't be working in the study anymore." Song Shiqiu said unhappily. Heng Mu has become more and more lawless in recent years. It is not known whether it is good or bad. "You keep focusing on this matter all day long. I am afraid you want to get married."

"How could that be possible?" Heng Mu said this, but his face turned completely red.

Song Shiqiu smiled and ignored him as he wrote the words on the marriage certificate stroke by stroke. He usually liked running script, but this marriage certificate was written in regular script, neatly and meticulously, not daring to be distracted at all.

After the marriage certificate was written, Song Shiqiu raised his head and looked at the housekeeper who had just come in not long ago: "What did you find out today?"

"He has confessed. He is still with Master Liu. You should go and take a look now." The housekeeper nodded and glanced at the marriage certificate. "Master Liu seems to have asked something extraordinary. You should go and make the final decision."

Song Shiqiu put away all the marriage certificates and then used the handkerchief in Heng Mu's hand to clean his hands: "This Liu Zhengqing is quite capable. He made people confess in just one hour, which you couldn't get out of him in two days. He is suitable for the job of interrogating prisoners."

Song Shiqiu went to the yard where Chunzao was imprisoned. Liu Zhengqing was sitting on a stone bench, looking at the confession in his hand with a worried look on his face.

He walked in steadily: "I rarely see you like this, what's wrong?"

"Take a look for yourself." Liu Zhengqing felt that the things on it were crazy and even more unheard of than the monsters in the mountains. "What so-called system? As long as we love her, she can exchange for unlimited things. It's simply absurd. As for those prophetic words, it's even more nonsense."

How could he love the woman who killed his mother? He would have to be kicked in the head by a donkey to forget this irreconcilable hatred.

Song Shiqiu read the contents word by word. When he saw his part, he felt both amused and annoyed: "This is really nonsense. How did you come up with all these questions?"

How could he be so superficial?

"I haven't used any tricks yet, but she blurted it out all at once. It was as if she knew what I would do, so she tried to please me deliberately." Liu Zhengqing raised his eyebrows. If this lunatic didn't keep saying that his sister was a person who died early, he would have looked at her a few more times. After all, not many people could see through his disguise.

Song Shiqiu read it quickly and returned it to Liu Zhengqing: "Burn it."

"What are your plans?" Liu Zhengqing took out a fire stick and burned the paper clean. "This person is weird, it's better to kill him to prevent future troubles."

"Lin Er also took out some strange things yesterday. The things in her confession look bizarre, but they may be true." Song Shiqiu's face was a little solemn. He wanted the Ma Fei Powder in Chun Zao's hand at first, but now he doesn't think so.

Lin Liu’s appearance yesterday is still vivid in his mind. Although the things in these people’s hands look powerful, they may become poisonous if one is not careful. One mistake may cause a person to die in vain.

If the weapon is not suitable for you, you may not be able to take the enemy's head, and you may even die tragically. These things cannot be used.

"Sweet words and a eloquent appearance." Song Shiqiu looked towards the yard where Chunzao was imprisoned. If Lin Jin had not been pulled back from the gates of hell these two days, he would have believed that the things on it were so good. Now it seems that it is just a means for this person to save his life.

In order to save his own life, he exaggerated the words. If he used them on soldiers and something unexpected happened, what was the difference between him and an executioner.

"Is this Lin Er really weird?" When Liu Zhengqing mentioned the name Lin Er, his brows were full of disgust and worry.

As the legitimate daughter of Minister Lin, if Lin Er really had these things on her, it would not be so easy to kill her. However, if Lin Er did not die, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

"Well, since Chunzao wanted to join Lin Er in the first place, it was enough to prove that what Lin Er had was more powerful than what she had." When Song Shiqiu thought of this, he couldn't help but think of Lin Jin who was still living in the Lin Mansion. "But the two people are different. Lin Er now seems like a person who would rather perish together with his enemies than to submit to him."

"If that's the case, then kill them all." Liu Zhengqing pulled out the dagger from his boot. The dagger shone with a cold light. He was rarely so cruel, but these two people were different. "If they are out of control, then kill them to stop the loss."