I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"What's wrong? Are you still unhappy?" Song Shiqiu frowned as if he was in distress. He had never coaxed a woman before, and his sister was also a worry-free person, completely different from Lin Jin. He didn't know what to do at this time.

"Not really, I'm just surprised that you would give in, sir." Lin Jin really found this incredible. It was simply a fantasy that Song Shiqiu could give in on a matter of principle.

Song Shiqiu thought something was wrong, but it turned out to be this: "As long as you are happy, there will be a palace doctor to treat you later. You don't have to rely on Lin Er alone."

The reason for this is just to prevent any accidents.

Lin Jin didn't know why he felt that this sentence was really wrong, and he was a little bit sticky: "Sir, do you have any happy events these days? I always feel that you seem to be a little too happy recently."

She really couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Hmm? Happy event? It's coming soon." Song Shiqiu thought Lin Jin was talking about their marriage. "Wait a minute until everything is ready. It won't take you too long."

Lin Jin: “?”

How did it get involved with me? Could it be that there was a better solution to the flood? That would be a good thing. No wonder Song Shiqiu was so happy. If it were her, she would be happy too.

"What about the seeds I mentioned last time? Can you get them, sir?" Lin Jin's eyes lit up. She still remembered that Song Shiqiu asked for a reward last time. She didn't want anything else, she just wanted the seeds. It would be great if she could get the seeds.

Daxia is a vast land with abundant resources. It is not necessarily that many things are unavailable. It is more likely that the seeds are not really used. She remembered that peppers seemed to be used for ornamental purposes at first, and people did not know that they could be used as seasoning.

"I will find what you want, but I have to wait until you are well again. You can't just run out and farm like this, right?" Song Shiqiu was helpless and amused. Did he look like someone who would break his word? He made Lin Jin so anxious.

Lin Jin smiled without explaining. Although the food here was delicious, she hadn't eaten spicy and sour food for a long time, so it still felt a little bland. After all, although she couldn't eat spicy food very well, she really liked spicy food.

What if there really are peppers? What if we really do find potatoes?

The former can be used as a condiment, although not everyone likes it. However, the latter is different. The latter can be used as a staple food, and the output is quite considerable.

Today is also a day for the country and the people.

Lin Jin was flattering herself in her heart and didn't notice the change in Song Shiqiu's eyes at all. She was still imagining that she might be able to make a fortune on her own in the future. Even if she couldn't get rich, she could at least have enough food and clothing. For Lin Jin, who demanded a high quality of life, that was already very satisfying.

Lin Jin came back to her senses and found that her hand was held by Song Shiqiu again. She pulled her hand out uncomfortably: "Sir."

It’s impossible that everything she worries about will come true. If so, wouldn’t she have a lot more enemies for no reason? She has already been isolated because she was treated as an imaginary enemy. If this were true, she would probably have more than ten lives left.

Song Shiqiu withdrew his hand with a normal expression: "Hmm?"

"My Lord, don't you have anything to do today?" Lin Jin almost asked Song Shiqiu why he was so idle recently. She was a little flustered. "It's better not to waste time here. I feel guilty."

What's the difference between this and the CEO who earns 8 million per minute skipping work to accompany her for an IV drip? She's not that expensive, and this minor illness can't be ranked ahead of Da Xia.

"It won't delay me. I'll just wait." Song Shiqiu was not so ignorant. Since he was here, he was sure of it. "No need to feel guilty."

Lin Jin blinked.

What does this mean? Does this mean that Song Shiqiu will work overtime to make up for the work himself?

"But my lord, I feel even more uneasy when you are like this. Staying up late is bad for your health." Lin Jin simply wanted to drive Song Shiqiu away. She felt uncomfortable doing anything with Song Shiqiu here and was restricted everywhere. More importantly, she would always think of the book "Yue Han Ji" from yesterday from time to time.

This feeling is really terrible.

There is really no one who could be more embarrassed than her. This is simply the ancient version of social death.

Song Shiqiu looked at Lin Jin deeply and said, "Then I'll ask them to send over all the documents they need to deal with today."

Lin Jin: “?”

Brother, what are you doing? What the hell are you doing?

Lin Jin's heart exploded sharply. Does Song Shiqiu really want her to die?

"Isn't this too troublesome?" Lin Jin laughed so hard that she was almost crying. She really couldn't understand Song Shiqiu's thoughts. What good would this do for Song Shiqiu? Could Song Shiqiu really handle his official business with peace of mind on someone else's territory?

"Trouble?" Song Shiqiu didn't quite understand what Lin Jin meant.

"It's inconvenient to go back and forth?" Or maybe we should not make things difficult for the workers, "Why don't we just make them go all the way?"

Song Shiqiu was very curious why Lin Jin had such an idea: "Then I will invite them to the Prime Minister's Mansion and provide them with good food and drink?"

Lin Jin was silent, as if this was indeed the truth: "That's right."

"Lend me your study room. I'll take you back in the afternoon." Since Song Shiqiu had made up his mind, he naturally gave the order quickly. This was a good thing. He didn't have to read official documents until late at night after he returned.

What else could Lin Jin say? Of course she could only agree. Fortunately, Song Shiqiu was going to the study. If he stayed here for a day, she would become depressed.

Lin Jin and Song Shiqiu were separated by a wall, each doing their own things without interfering with each other.

Lin Lin came over to seal Lin Jin's tube, but when she heard Song Shiqiu was going to take Lin Jin away, her brows knitted together: "Sir, Sixth Sister is not fully recovered yet, you are playing with her life."

"I think she is fine now. The rest will be taken care of by the doctors in my residence. Miss Lin, there is no need to worry." Song Shiqiu was firm in his attitude, and it was obvious that he was determined to take Lin Jin away today. "Lin Liu almost died from a febrile disease. No matter what, I will not let Lin Liu stay here any longer."

Lin Lin pinched his palm to calm himself down. He was still no match for Song Shiqiu. "Prime Minister, have you forgotten that this is Sixth Sister's home? It's not right for Sixth Sister to live in the Prime Minister's Mansion instead of Lin Mansion."

"Isn't that justifiable?" Song Shiqiu sneered. Lin Er knew exactly how Lin Jin got to the Prime Minister's Mansion. If he were to talk about it now, he might just be shooting himself in the foot. "It turns out that Miss Lin Er knew that this was against etiquette."

"It was because Lin Er was confused that he made the mistake. Thank you for taking care of my sixth sister. Lin Er is grateful." Lin Lin lightly blocked Song Shiqiu's ridicule, "My sixth sister is the daughter of my Lin family. The Prime Minister for forcibly seizing a commoner girl will probably be impeached."

"She may not be." And soon she was not.

Song Shiqiu was not afraid of the word impeachment at all. As a minister, he was loyal to His Majesty. As long as His Majesty did not dislike him, it would be useless even if Lin Zhi impeached him, "Miss Lin wants to embarrass me, but she needs to show some real skills."

Lin Lin didn't expect Song Shiqiu to be so bold. Seeing that he didn't buy it, she could only try another way: "Sixth sister, do you want to leave too?"

Lin Jin didn't expect to be asked about herself. Just as she was about to answer, Song Shiqiu blocked her view: "Why does Miss Lin Er still love to embarrass her own concubine sister? I want to take her away. Who dares to disagree?"

She silently gave a thumbs up behind Song Shiqiu, which was great, because this way she wouldn't have to endure the eye attacks from the heroine.

Lin Lin smiled gently, but his eyes were not smiling at all: "Okay, then please let me help my sister fix the needle on her hand."

Song Shiqiu made way, and Lin Lin walked over and sealed Lin Jin's tube with heparin. Everything seemed to be fine.

Lin Jin's eyelids twitched, something was wrong.

Lin Lin sealed the tube, then helped Lin Jin remove the needle, pressing the cotton swab on the needle hole: "Sister, you have to press it well, at least for a cup of tea."

Lin Jin smiled and nodded: "I understand, sister."

Lin Lin went to clean up the medical waste. Lin Jin put her feet on the ground and was about to stand up, but found that she had no strength at all. If Song Shiqiu hadn't supported her, she would have almost fallen down.