I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"Yes! Why am I not as good as her? How am I not as good as her? Why can she go to the capital but I can't? She is just an orphan, how can she write any good poems? I think they are just copied!" Feng Yuan became more and more angry as she spoke. Just because of Yin Fushu, now everyone said that she had studied for more than ten years but was not as good as Yin Fushu who had only read a few books.

Her knowledge is just rote learning, and the poems she wrote are stiff and stereotyped. Yin Fushu's poems are truly spiritual and reveal the character of a great man.

She didn't believe it. She didn't believe that she would lose to Yin Fushu.

"You still want to beat her? You might as well think about how to enter the academy. If you can't even figure this out, how can you compare to Yin Fushu." Feng Lai wished he had not agreed to this matter in the first place. Now, he has offended Liu Zhengqing before even arriving in the capital.

"The people should not fight against the officials. You have nothing now. You should hide those little tricks from them. Those who can gain a foothold in the capital are not fools." Feng Lai's tone was not very good when he thought that his career might be implicated by Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan's eyelids twitched. "He's just the prime minister's brother-in-law. What's so scary about that? If we can't get on his boat, we can just take the prime minister's boat. Why are you panicking?"

Feng Lai was so angry that she laughed. She thought Song Shiqiu was such a nobody that she could get close to him whenever she wanted. "You wouldn't say that when you really meet the Prime Minister. He's even scarier than Liu Zhengqing."

What's the point of getting along with the favorites of two generations of emperors?

Even if the person sitting on the dragon throne changes, the position of prime minister may not be replaced.

Not to mention that Liu Zhengqing didn't want to be the prime minister's brother-in-law at all. He had evil intentions towards Song Shiqiu, hoping to provoke all of them.

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it. I've asked around and found out that the Prime Minister's sister is the most talented woman in the capital, so he also appreciates talented women the most. As long as I..."

"Pah!" Feng Lai slapped Feng Yuan on the face, and looking into those incredible beautiful eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think about these useless things. If you dare to do this, no one will be able to save you even if you are skinned and torn to pieces."

You know how to ask around, but why don't you ask around more comprehensively?

Song Shiqiu's sister died three years ago. Now he wants to take advantage of the death to find a way out for himself without fear of backlash.

Song Shiqiu would never let anyone take advantage of his sister.

Blood was flowing from the corners of Feng Yuan's lips. She was slapped in public. Her eyes were filled with resentment: "You hit me?"

"I'm saving you!" Feng Lai pointed at Feng Yuan. If it weren't for this slap, Liu Zhengqing would have killed Feng Yuan here tonight. "Watch your head before you speak."

Liu Zhengqing listened to the noise below and thought that if Feng Lai was also stupid, there was no need to keep him.

After three failed models, Lin Jin finally came up with the most reasonable model, and then drew a larger running wheel blueprint in proportion to the model. With the experience of the model, Lin Jin made the roller at a much faster pace.

"If we had computer modeling, there wouldn't be so much trouble." Lin Jin complained while sawing a wooden board. He glanced at Shi Nian who was using the discarded wooden board as a cat scratching board to sharpen his claws. He would go back and sharpen Shi Nian's claws.

Song Shiqiu was holding a sandalwood box in his hand, with a few hollow white jade incense balls inside. These were the finest spices tributed from the Western Regions this year, and he asked His Majesty to give them to Lin Jin.

But before he reached the Bikong Courtyard, he saw Lin Jin fiddling with something with a saw from a distance. He quickened his pace and walked to the gate of the courtyard: "Ajin, what are you doing?"

"Sawing wood, you're just in time." Seeing that it was him, Lin Jin quickly picked up the hemp rope beside him and said, "Come here and help me wrap the hemp rope around the table legs and the extra wooden boards. I'll make a cat scratching post for Nian'er to sharpen his claws."

Song Shiqiu handed the sandalwood box to the maid beside him and walked to Lin Jin: "You can just leave these tasks to the craftsmen, why do you have to do it yourself?"

"I can tell you don't know anything." Lin Jin rolled her eyes at Shi Nian. She understood the reason. She also wanted to make a model for the craftsmen to follow, but she had already started, so she decided to make one for Shi Nian herself. "This is what I want to give to Nian'er. It's better to make it yourself."

As Lin Jin spoke, he threw the hemp rope at Song Shiqiu's feet without any hesitation: "Go and help."

Song Shiqiu bent down and gently but forcefully took the saw from Lin Jin's hand: "You go get that board, I'll do it here, the blade is sharp, don't hurt you."

"That's fine." Lin Jin sat aside holding the hemp ropes and tied them to a large wooden board. The maids watched the scene with their souls out of their bodies as if they were seeing fairies dancing.

Although the master has never come to the Bikong Court to spend the night, he really dotes on my lady.

The maids were serving tea, wiping sweat, and helping to hold the wooden boards. The entire Bikong Courtyard was like a construction team. Only Shi Nian was sleeping beside the vegetable garden, peaceful and leisurely.

The roller was completed before nightfall. Lin Jin turned it with her hands and found it was smooth enough. She carried Shi Nian onto the roller and said, "Come, try it."

"Ah?" Shi Nian was sleeping soundly, but was suddenly woken up. She cried out and looked up at Lin Jin.

"Run." Lin Jin made a running gesture.

Shi Nian took two tentative steps on the roller, then was frightened and jumped off the roller, clinging to Lin Jin's legs to climb up.

Lin Jin was amused by Shi Nian's appearance and put it back on: "It's okay, baby, I'm watching you, nothing will happen."

Shi Nian started to run slowly on the roller, from small steps to parkour. The roller was spinning rapidly, and Shi Nian ran very vigorously as if he had found a pattern.

"That's right, Nian'er, if you run more, you will definitely lose weight to less than 12 pounds." Lin Jin clapped his hands as if he had accomplished something. He felt hungry after he finished his work and looked at Song Shiqiu beside him, "Are you hungry? Have you eaten? Why don't you stay here and eat something?"

"Well... let's have dinner together." Song Shiqiu coughed lightly. This was the first time they had dinner together since Lin Jin came back.

After hearing this, Lianyi quickly asked someone to serve the meal. She didn't know whether Song Shiqiu would stay overnight, but she still went to Lin Jin's bedroom to order some spices.

Song Shiqiu took the sandalwood box and handed it to Lin Jin: "Take a look and see if you like it."

When Lin Jin opened the box, she was greeted by a fragrance that was strong but not pungent. It was not like spices but more like the scent of flowers. She took out a scent ball and looked at the exquisite workmanship on it: "It's expensive, right?"

"It's just for novelty. It's not something valuable. If you like it, I'll have someone send it to you." Song Shiqiu thought that Lin Jin liked it, and planned to go to the palace tomorrow to get the rest.

"No, these are enough. If there are too many, I don't know where to put them." Lin Jin didn't even know where to put these scent balls. If she wanted to wear them with her, she wouldn't be able to use them all up. She wasn't a human-shaped hook.

Song Shiqiu frowned slightly. He didn't like this either. Could it be that he still liked shops and Liangtian Winery or something like that?

Lin Jin turned around and glanced at Song Shiqiu: "Sir, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Are you free tomorrow?" Song Shiqiu suddenly asked.

"I'm busy. We're going to start irrigating the saline-alkali land tomorrow. I'll be busy for the next while. Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" Lin Jin told Song Shiqiu about the arrangements for the next while in advance.

After hearing her say this, Song Shiqiu could only shake his head: "Not really, if you are busy, go ahead and do it first."

Lin Jin was puzzled, always feeling that he was weird: "If you have anything to say, you can just say it directly. You and I should not be considered outsiders."

"It's just that Tingyu Tower is holding a tea competition recently, and I want to invite you to watch it. It's all a small matter, don't take it to heart." Song Shiqiu did not hide it and stated his purpose frankly.

"Tea-fighting?" Lin Jin thought about it and shook his head decisively, "Then I have even less time."

She didn't like brewing tea at all. She thought that tea-drinking competition was just a springtime pastime for the literati and scholars in the capital. She didn't need to make friends with any nobles, so she decided not to get involved.