I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

After reciting it three times in her mind, Lin Jin finally felt the heat on her face subside a lot: "Did you receive the salt refining method that I asked Sister Xi to bring back?"

"Yeah." Song Shiqiu calmly asked everyone guarding the front hall to leave, but his eyes were always on Lin Jin.

Lin Jin was stared at so hard that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into: "Sir, can you...can you not be as stupid as my brother?"

She knew that coming back to life from the dead was a little unbelievable, but let's put that aside for now.

"You say." Song Shiqiu sat in the main seat, staring at Lin Jin as if he had just realized the other person's embarrassment, and looked away.

Lin Jin heaved a sigh of relief. Since she had received the method of refining salt, there was no need for her to repeat it again: "Remember what I told you about improving saline-alkali land? I plan to start now, so can you give me a warrant for land reclamation?"

I dare not do anything until the documents are issued.

"Okay." Song Shiqiu didn't ask anything and just listened quietly.

Lin Jin then talked to Song Shiqiu about sweet potatoes, pumpkins and other things. Now that she had the system, she could get the seeds and many of her concerns were gone.

The more Song Shiqiu listened, the more he felt something was wrong: "You want to hoe the land yourself?"

"Yes, that's right." Lin Jin laughed at Song Shiqiu's focus, "I have to till the land myself. There is one more thing I need to tell you. Do you remember the system on Chunzao? I have one now. The condition on my side is that you have to farm the land yourself before you can use the materials inside."

Song Shiqiu's face was as gloomy as water: "Is it not possible to not use it?"

"What do you think? It's definitely not possible. Without a system, these things are easy to say but really difficult to do." Lin Jin spread his hands helplessly.

Song Shiqiu naturally knew this, but he didn't want Lin Jin to do these things: "It's too tiring."

"It's okay." Lin Jin said with a smile.

Song Shiqiu tapped the table regularly with his fingers and changed the subject: "A few days ago, Jiangnan suddenly received a letter saying that you were missing. What's going on?"

"Hey, how come you all know about this?" Lin Jin didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. "This is a misunderstanding. Lin Lin must have found something in the system, so he wanted to revive me, and ended up sending me away."

"The county magistrate of that village, Ji Tian, ​​is a branch of the Zhenbei Marquis family. The letter was passed to the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion and given to Xi Qi." A few days ago, Liu Zhengqing received the letter and left the capital at full speed. Now we can write a letter to ask Liu Zhengqing to come back.

"I see." Lin Jin nodded in sudden realization, then looked at him, "Then let me ask you, sir."

Song Shiqiu froze, his heart beating wildly: "I, that thing..."

"Sir, how can you talk nonsense? It was obviously not me who took out the potatoes. If there is to be a commendation, it should be Chunzao." Lin Jin's eyes were full of condemnation. If it weren't for Chunzao, she would never have been able to find the potatoes so early.

How can we not say a word about the people who actually provided help?

Song Shiqiu's heart stopped beating violently, but slowed down terribly: "Is that what you want to ask?"

Lin Jin touched his nose, knowing that he couldn't avoid what was coming: "You didn't even ask for my opinion when you were planning the ghost marriage. What's the point of saying this now? You're firing the cannon after the fact."

How would she face Song Shiqiu in the future?

"Don't you have anything else to say?" Song Shiqiu pinched the armrest, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

"What else?" Lin Jin curled his lips.

Song Shiqiu could not see any affection in Lin Jin's eyes. His lips were tight, and the corners of his lips were pressed into a straight line: "You are to me..."

"Not at the moment." Lin Jin told the truth and touched her nose. It was really a bit strange to reject someone so bluntly. She actually liked to be more tactful, but Song Shiqiu's imagination was a bit too strong and she couldn't stand it.

She looked at Song Shiqiu's expression and clasped her hands together in her heart: "Although, sir, I can't lie to you. If you lie to someone's feelings, you will be struck by lightning."

"Yeah." Song Shiqiu didn't say anything else, nor did he look at Lin Jin again.

Lin Jin let out a breath, and the feeling of relief in her made the light in Song Shiqiu's eyes even dimmer.

"Sir, can I stay here temporarily? I will go to live with my brother when he comes back." Liu Zhengqing was not at home, and she was afraid that she would be mistaken for a burglar.

"Your home is right here, where else are you going? Just continue to live in the Bikong Courtyard. There are always people cleaning the yard." Song Shiqiu frowned, very dissatisfied with Lin Jin's words, "Even if you don't care about me, you are my wife now, and you are listed in the Song family tree. It is natural for you to live here, why do you need to borrow it."

Lin Jin: “…”

Okay, okay, what you said is right. You are powerful and great, and you are right to have a ghost marriage.

"How is Chunzao doing now? You haven't bullied this girl in the past three years, right?" Lin Jin got a headache when she thought of Chunzao's stubbornness at that time. She had such a strong personality that she was really afraid that if she ran away without being watched, she would be bullied as a lunatic.

"You are very fair. You care about everyone." Song Shiqiu snorted with an ambiguous tone.

"Sir, you look so resentful like this." Lin Jin had an innocent face. She was just caring about the little girl. What was wrong with that?

"She's fine, you don't need to worry about her." There was an unnatural expression on Song Shiqiu's face for a moment.

Lin Jin's fingers were pretending to fight, but her face didn't show it at all: "Then, sir, do you have time now?"

Song Shiqiu seemed to feel that he was a little too narrow-minded, and he exhaled heavily: "You say."

"Tell me what happened in the past three years. Logically, the late emperor should have passed away this year, so why..." Lin Jin shut up at the right time. She probably knew that the prince's illness was caused by Tu Huaining, but what about the late emperor?

Song Shiqiu paused for a moment and glanced at her: "You are really good at asking questions. Come with me to the study."

Lin Jin followed Song Shiqiu happily and looked at the plants and trees in the mansion. Many of the flowers and plants had been replaced, but the layout was still similar.

Heng Mu was just hanging out books to dry when he saw Song Shiqiu coming back. He called out to him, then saw Lin Jin behind him and his pupils shrank: "Madam!"

After being called "Madam", Lin Jin no longer had the heart to look at the scenery. She looked at Heng Mu, who had grown a lot taller than before. Maybe it was the good feng shui of the Prime Minister's Mansion, or maybe it was because no one around Song Shiqiu was mediocre.

Heng Mu has grown a lot in the past few years and looks like a young man who is well-read in poetry and books.

It's just that he speaks too fast.

Lin Jin decided to pretend he didn't hear it.

"Hengmu, guard the door and don't come in." Song Shiqiu glared at Hengmu.

"Ah?" Heng Mu paused in drying the books. "This... study room... is not good... during the day, right?"

"If you keep thinking about this, you'll end up sweeping the yard in the future!" Seeing that he was thinking in the wrong way, Song Shiqiu's face immediately darkened.

Heng Mu laughed awkwardly: "I know I was wrong."

Madam is back, why is the master still not happy? Could it be that they just look alike?

Lin Jin finally understood what it meant that there was no end to the embarrassment and only more embarrassment. She rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky.

Song Shiqiu closed the door and asked Lin Jin to find a seat by herself: "The princes fought for the throne, but in the end they hurt your majesty, so the late emperor died. But the real driving force was not just the princes."

Those people have the intention but not the courage to do such a thing suddenly.

"So it was part of your plan that His Majesty has been pretending to be a puppet emperor all these years?" Lin Jin guessed.

"How do you know he's pretending? Can't it be that I'm really ambitious?" Song Shiqiu smiled with his lips curved, "Now the entire court is in my hands."

The expression on Lin Jin's face was hard to describe: "To be honest, I feel that His Majesty is quite partial to you. If you really want to sit in this position, I don't think he will necessarily refuse to give it to you."

The idea of ​​being too successful to be a threat to the master does not exist in the face of absolute trust.

"Besides, you would rather the person sitting in that position be afraid of you than have a fool sitting on it. This is not the situation you want." Lin Jin expressed her opinion. She really didn't think that Song Shiqiu was someone who would be willing to assist an incompetent monarch.

"The one who understands me is A-Jin."