I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin frowned, holding the railing and looking downstairs. Xi Lilong was brewing tea in an orderly manner. She was the most talented woman before Song Shixia became famous. Many people had stepped into the Xi family's door several times just to catch a glimpse of her beauty or to make friends with her.

Xi Lilong usually goes nowhere except to court and the military camp, and few people know that Xi Lilong is now the commander-in-chief of the Yuanyang Army. However, at this tea-fighting competition, many people recognized Xi Lilong and there was a lot of discussion about Xi Lilong's identity.

"Is my vision blurry? That's not..."

"Shh, don't say that."

Xi Lilong was concentrating on making tea, and was not affected by the occasional discussions she heard. She knew that her identity was sensitive and had originally not planned to show up in public. However, a letter from Song Shiqiu arrived at the general's mansion last night, so she had to come whether she wanted to or not.

As for the people's speculation, it doesn't matter. His Majesty and the others all know that she joined the army.

Lin Jin watched Xi Lilong brewing tea. She used to sit next to Xi Lilong and had seen Xi Lilong brewing tea many times. But now, the same movements had completely different auras.

Three years ago, Xi Lilong's every move revealed the elegance of a woman, but now her every move is weathered. Her demeanor back then was like the cold and elegant Wenquxing, but now she is the arrogant and haughty Wuquxing.

"Sister Xi is still so amazing." Lin Jin felt that she would never be able to learn Xi Lilong's demeanor in her lifetime. "I feel it's a pity whether Sister Xi is a man or a woman."

"Hmm? What a pity?" Song Shiqiu poured Lin Jin a cup of tea.

"She is a girl. I feel sorry that she is not a boy and want to marry her. But if she were a boy, I would feel sorry that the world would lose such an outstanding girl." Lin Jin didn't notice that Song Shiqiu had a gloomy face and was still talking incessantly about what happened in the girls' college.

Song Shiqiu snorted and used the action of drinking tea to cover his downcast face: "Drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Lin Jin drank the tea hastily: "I'm going to go out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Song Shiqiu grabbed Lin Jin's hand, "Don't run around."

"I'm going to buy a sugar painting for Huaining. I promised to treat her to sugar paintings." Lin Jin pulled Song Shiqiu's hand away. She happened to see someone selling sugar paintings outside, and she wanted to buy the biggest sugar painting for Tu Huaining.

Song Shiqiu wanted to say that there was no rush, as a game of chess would take several hours to finish, but Lin Jin had already trotted downstairs, and he sighed helplessly.

Lin Jin went straight to the destination and looked at the sugar paintings on the stall. There was nothing she liked. "Can you make me the biggest rabbit?"

"Okay, wait a minute, girl. I'll finish this first." The stall owner carefully drew the rooster. "Are you sure you want a rabbit?"

"Yes, whatever size you want." Lin Jin nodded hurriedly and paid for the stall. "I'll come get it later."

Because of the Zheqing Club at Tingyu Tower, the whole street was filled with small stalls and vendors early in the morning, and even the restaurants nearby were crowded with people.

Lin Jin walked along the entire street, intending to see if there was anything delicious so that she could buy some for other people.

She looked at the stall selling velvet flower hairpins that no one was interested in, walked up to it curiously, and picked up a velvet flower hairpin. The owner was very clever and made the hairpin very beautiful, but why did no one want it?

"This hairpin...how much is it?" Lin Jin originally wanted to ask why no one bought this hairpin when it was so beautiful, but when she saw the other person's appearance clearly, she suddenly changed the subject.

The hairpin is beautiful, and the girl is even prettier.

Although she was dressed simply and without a red hairpin, she still thought of the words: "The spring peaches are smiling, and her green bun is piled up like clouds; the lips are blooming like cherry blossoms, and her teeth are fragrant like pomegranates."

"A hairpin costs one ounce of silver." Yin Fushu seemed to be stunned for a moment, closed the book in his hand, and smiled, "Miss, do you want to buy a hairpin? Do you want to give it to someone or wear it yourself?"

Lin Jin looked at the velvet hairpin in her hand, then looked at Yin Fushu: "Yes, I want to buy it, but your hairpin is so expensive. Is there anyone who would buy it at this price?"

One or two taels of silver is the annual expenditure for an ordinary family.

She seemed to know why the stall was so cold.

Yin Fushu's smile deepened: "Good things are not cheap. If you think they are expensive, then you are not destined to have them. But I think I am destined to be with you. If you like them, I will give you one."

After she finished speaking, she picked out a hairpin from the crowd and handed it to Lin Jin: "Look at this one, girl. Do you like it?"

Lin Jin looked at the hairpin a little embarrassedly. That hairpin was the most beautiful one among all the hairpins: "It's not easy for you to do business. I can't take it from you for free."

She took out a piece of silver from her purse and gave it to Yin Fushu, but Yin Fushu refused to take it. She was confused and asked, "Miss?"

Yin Fushu inserted the velvet flower hairpin into Lin Jin's bun and smiled: "Since I said that we are destined to be together and I am giving it to you, how can I accept your money?" After that, she continued to read her book and ignored Lin Jin.

Lin Jin didn't want to withdraw her hand. She was really afraid of others talking about fate with her: "Then, then I'll buy a few more and give them away."

She took out a few pieces of silver and gave them to Yin Fushu, and this time Yin Fushu did not refuse.

While picking up the hairpin, Lin Jin chatted with Yin Fushu: "My name is Lin Jin, what's your name, young lady?"

This one is for Huaining, this one is for Sister Xi...

"Lin Jin?" Yin Fushu was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and put down the book in his hand again, "My last name is Yin, and my given name is Fushu. Which Jin is the one in Miss's name?"

"Jin, who is holding a jade, what's wrong?" Lin Jin picked out the hairpin and tilted her head habitually, "Is it wrong that it's my name?"

Yin Fushu chuckled and shook his head: "No, it's just that the hairpin I picked for the girl just now was a hibiscus flower, and I was wondering if it was really such a coincidence."

Lin Jin touched her velvet flower hairpin and smiled shyly: "You gave me a hairpin, I don't know what to give you, I will teach you how to make a flower wrapping?"

"Tangle flowers?" Yin Fushu seemed to be interested and smiled warmly, "Okay."

Lin Jin walked from the small stall to sit next to Yin Fushu: "Sister, do you have any materials? I will teach you now. I won't have much time after today."

Yin Fushu took out the materials for making velvet flowers from the bamboo basket and gave them to Lin Jin, saying helplessly, "Girl, why do you call everyone sister?"

"Hehe, I think you're a good person, so I call you sister." Lin Jin smiled, and then began to make a flower-wrapped hairpin carefully for Yin Fushu to see. She specially made a wreath-like flower, but it was only three-fifths of a circle, and put it on Yin Fushu's head, "You look really beautiful."

Yin Fushu touched the wreath, a little surprised by Lin Jin's action, and smiled helplessly: "You call me sister, what should I call you?"

"Emmm... They used to call me Lin Liu. You can call me that if you want, but..." Lin Jin was a little confused. He scratched his head and really didn't know what to let Yin Fushu call him.

"Lin Liu? But?" Yin Fushu seemed to not understand why there was a "but" in a title, "But what."

"It's a long story. Never mind. Sister, just call me Ajin. I still like to hear others call me that." Lin Jin thought for a long time, and finally decided that it didn't matter so much, so just call her Ajin.

Yin Fushu nodded and said with a smile: "Why did you come out alone without a maid or anything? There are so many people on the street now, what if you get lost?"

Lin Jin completely forgot the original purpose of coming here, and started chatting with Yin Fushu as if they had known each other for a long time: "No, Song... my master is nearby."

She is not a three-year-old child, how could she get lost?

"Sister, what book are you reading? Can I take a look?" Lin Jin wanted to see the book in Yin Fushu's hand. After seeing it, she widened her eyes and whispered, "Sister, are you going to take the imperial examination this year?"

Yin Fushu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I am just an orphan. I have no recommendation books and I am not a student of a women's academy. I cannot take part in the imperial examination."

Lin Jin nodded thoughtfully: "I see, so do you make a living by selling hairpins every day, sister?"

"This is the case at the moment." Yin Fushu nodded, as if he didn't think anything of it.

"Then you gave me a hairpin for free. Thank you so much." Lin Jin was about to pay again, but Yin Fushu held her hand back, "Huh?"