I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than a month. After almost two months of recuperation, although his legs were not completely healed, he could walk normally.

Song Shiqiu probably knew that Lin Jin would have to walk in the next few days, so he didn't let the nanny come to teach Lin Jin the etiquette for several days, but let Lin Jin concentrate on the so-called rehabilitation training.

Lin Jin was walking step by step while holding onto the wall. He felt that his muscles were atrophied from not being on the ground for so long. His broken leg felt a little uncomfortable every time he landed on the ground, as if he didn't know how to walk because he hadn't walked for so long.

Of course, another reason is that Lin Jin was afraid that it would not fully heal and would be directly damaged again.

Lin Jin stared at the ground intently, the fine deerskin boots came into view, and upwards was a dark purple brocade robe embroidered with crane patterns in gold thread. Lin Jin met Song Shiqiu's gaze: "Sir."

Although Lin Jin still lacked confidence when facing Song Shiqiu, after living in the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than a month, she began to believe what Xunmian and Xing'er said.

Song Shiqiu was really a good person before he turned evil.

At least it was much better than the original owner's cheap father. She was not treated harshly here, and she had never been short of food, clothing, housing and transportation. She didn't look like a guest thrown by the Lin Mansion to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but more like she had lived here originally.

Lin Jin was not as nervous as she was at the beginning when facing Song Shiqiu, fearing that she would be separated from him the next moment. She showed Song Shiqiu a smile that was not too close but not too distant: "Are you here to look for Sister Shixia? Sister is out worshiping Buddha today."

Song Shiqiu looked at Lin Jin's awkward posture of leaning against the wall. He looked at the light red on Lin Jin's wrist and said, "Why don't you ask someone to make you a pair of crutches? You'll hurt your wrist if you do this."

If my hand is injured, how can I play the piano, paint, practice calligraphy and compose poetry in the future?

Lin Jin was somewhat flattered by his concern. She took her hand back and covered her wrist embarrassedly: "It's too much trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Song Shiqiu frowned fiercely, as if he was dissatisfied with Lin Jin's answer. He glanced at the maid following behind Lin Jin and said, "You don't even care about your master's health. What are you doing in the mansion? Don't you know how to serve others?"

Lin Jin quickly raised her hand to explain, but when she turned around, she saw a group of people kneeling behind her, and her eyes went dark.

This will shorten her life!

"Sir, it's none of their business. I felt that I had caused you trouble in your house. I saw that he could walk even with the support of the wall, so I didn't ask anyone to use a cane." Lin Jin had never lived a rich life since he was a child. He always tried to save money wherever possible and not cause trouble to others or himself.

But she forgot that this was ancient times, and the first people to be punished if she was injured would be Xunmian and others who served her.

Lin Jin's eyes were filled with pleading: "Forget it, this is my fault, it has nothing to do with them."

Song Shiqiu was interrupted when he was about to say something. He looked at Lin Jin's pitiful appearance and felt a little disappointed: "It's ok for you to be a master but you don't act like a master, but they are slaves, how can you lose your sense of propriety?"

How come it's been more than a month and you're still so petty.

"I just feel that I am also wrong in this matter. I can't blame them entirely. If I punish them because of me, it would be too unreasonable." Lin Jin didn't care about the disgust in Song Shiqiu's words, but she knew that she must stop Song Shiqiu from punishing anyone.

Although Song Shiqiu usually doesn't care about these harmless little things, it means that once he starts to punish someone, things will be different.

Although Xunmian and the others didn't say a word of begging for mercy, but just knelt quietly behind her with their heads down, she could still clearly see the trembling backs of the girls.

I already have no status, but I am still being dragged down by her. How can this be possible?

If she ignored it, she would be so sorry for the careful care she had given these girls.

Song Shiqiu raised his hand but finally put it down gently: "Just make a pair of crutches. The Prime Minister's Mansion is not so poor that people can't afford them. If you are not sure, you can send someone to ask the housekeeper. Don't think it's troublesome. They rely on this to make a living. If you don't let them do it, it will be one less job for them."

Forget it. Although she has no manners and doesn’t look like a girl from a wealthy family at all, fortunately she is kind-hearted.

Lin Jin knew that this matter was over, so she nodded immediately and smiled very obediently: "Then can we not punish them?"

Song Shiqiu just glanced at Lin Jin lightly, and then his eyes fell on Xunmian and the others behind Lin Jin: "Why don't you get up and thank Miss Lin Liu? It's not easy to follow a master who is willing to care about you. You must serve her more attentively in the future."

Lin Jin blushed when he heard that.

If it weren't for me, these girls wouldn't have suffered this unexpected disaster.

Song Shiqiu could actually lie with his eyes open and even praised her.

The big villain is pretty good.

"When your leg injury is completely healed, follow Xia Xia to the academy." Song Shiqiu came here today actually to see how Lin Jin was recovering. Now he saw that except for his legs and feet which were not quite as agile, his face was rosy, and his body should be much healthier than before. He nodded with satisfaction.

Lin Jin nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and looked at Kan Ze and Song Shiqiu eagerly, as if asking if there was anything else.

Song Shiqiu was stunned for a moment, watching Lin Jin's actions, sighed, and then his eyes fell on Lin Jin's clothes again: "Since you are going to the academy, let someone measure your size later and make some more clothes. You can't wear it like this when you go out." Then he thought of something and added, "You can be less particular at home, but you can't be so unladylike when you go out."

Lin Jin looked down and there seemed to be nothing wrong with her clothes. Although red and green looked tacky together, peach red and willow green looked really good. Could it be that her aesthetic taste couldn't keep up with the times, or was there something wrong with the colors?

"Can't we wear it like this?" Lin Jin asked carefully. She really couldn't find any problem with this outfit. Just like the last time she went out to listen to a book, she didn't understand why Song Shiqiu had to change his clothes by himself.

"Shabby." Song Shiqiu said lightly, "Xia Xia, didn't you ask someone to make you a few sets of clothes before? Why are you still wearing this one?"

Lin Jin groaned, not expecting this to be the reason: "The material is too good, I can't bear to wear it."

Lin Jin really couldn't bear to wear it. If that piece of clothing was put in modern times, would it be okay to just calculate it by tens of thousands?

What kind of little Tallamy is she, does she deserve to wear such nice clothes?

She doesn't deserve it, she thinks it's too... corrupt, wuwuwu...

It will be difficult to go from luxury to frugality. What will she do if she fails to get close to the villain in the future?

Song Shiqiu rarely showed a look of astonishment, looking at Lin Jin as if he were looking at a monster: "Can't bear to wear it? Do you want to keep it and pass it on to the next generation?"

He wants to participate in another book by Lin Zhi!

What kind of good daughter do you have who can't even wear clothes? !

Lin Jin felt that what Song Shiqiu said made sense, and that dress could really be a family heirloom.

When Song Shiqiu saw Lin Jin seriously considering whether this was feasible, a faint smile appeared on his lips, which looked a little gloomy.

This time he really wanted to report Lin Zhi.