I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"You've been missing for more than two months. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. There's no need to build up like this." Song Shiqiu looked at her unhappily. As soon as he heard the tone of her voice, he knew that Lin Jin must have something to ask of him.

Lin Jin gave a thumbs up: "That's right, sir, you are smart. Do you know about the Turkic disturbances and the Uighurs' request for help?"

"Did you encounter the Uighurs, or did you hear anything?" Song Shiqiu said helplessly, "Get in the car first."

Lin Jin got on the carriage obediently, but he did not forget about the Uighurs: "Since you know about it, why didn't Daxia care about it?"

"Because we want to wipe out the Turks in one fell swoop, even if the Uighur envoys don't come to the capital this time, Daxia will send troops in the autumn." Song Shiqiu whispered to Lin Jin about the deployment.

Why do we remain calm and unmoved? Because the Turks are sure to die this time.

Lin Jin frowned, "Why didn't you tell the Uighurs about this earlier? Now the Uighurs are in a panic, thinking that Daxia has abandoned them. The Uighurs were originally a small country, and they finally voluntarily submitted to Daxia. This will make those people feel disheartened."

"The Turks have been coveting the border of Daxia for a long time. They are also very smart. If we don't do this, we won't be able to really confuse the Turks."

Lin Jin didn't know what to say. It was hard to judge whether this kind of thing was right or wrong.

But she stopped talking, and Song Shiqiu had something to say: "Where have you been all this time?"

"Lin Lin took me to Lingnan, and then I don't know what happened, but he probably figured it out." Lin Jin brushed the matter off lightly. It was over, and she didn't want to dwell on it anymore. It was meaningless anyway.

Lin Jin suddenly sighed: "What's going on? I haven't cleaned up a piece of my saline-alkali land yet, and the women's autumn examination will start in more than a month."

She started to cultivate the saline-alkali land at the end of March, and now it's July, and she hasn't cultivated a single piece of land yet.

Not all horses are good enough. Although there was no escort carriage on the way back from Lingnan, we still had to take care of Yang Muer. Yang Muer was young and could not travel for a long time, so in fact a month was considered slow.

"How did you get back? On horseback?" Song Shiqiu looked at her dusty appearance and asked, "Why didn't you take the water route?"

Lin Jin: “…”

She gets dizzy even in a carriage, so how could she be dizzy on a boat?

As Lin Jin was thinking, she suddenly thought of Fang Zhu. She pressed the corners of her lips and said, "Sir, I encountered bandits when I came back. I was actually fine, but one of the Uighurs who protected me back died."

"As for you, it's quite convenient for you to order me around now." How could Song Shiqiu not know what Lin Jin meant.

"I'm doing this for the good of Da Xia. Bandits are not good people and they disturb social order." Lin Jin said this without blushing or beating his heart. "But if you don't have time, then forget it. After all, the bandits are so far away in the south, it's normal that you can't control them."

Song Shiqiu: "Have you also learned how to provoke others?"

"No." Lin Jin looked innocent.

She did, and she did it on purpose.

Song Shiqiu smiled helplessly: "Just a bunch of bandits."

"Thank you, sir!" Lin Jin thanked him quickly, fearing that Song Shiqiu would go back on his word.

"You really are. You always say a few words for everyone you meet. You really have a kind heart." The smile on Song Shiqiu's lips faded a little. I don't know what he was thinking. "Are you going to start farming again tomorrow?"

Lin Jin nodded naturally: "Of course, it has been delayed for so long, I am really fed up with it. Can't you wait for me to finish cleaning the saline-alkali land?"

Song Shiqiu smiled meaningfully.

"By the way, sir, I suddenly remembered one thing. Why are oil-paper umbrellas expensive, but the oil paper is not expensive?" Lin Jin thought that the oil paper was also expensive because the price of the oil-paper umbrella was a bit expensive. However, when she came back this time, she realized that the oil paper was not expensive.

If you had told me earlier, wouldn’t we have the materials for the vegetable greenhouse?

"It is quite complicated to make an oil-paper umbrella. Although oil paper is cheap, it takes a lot of time to make an oil-paper umbrella. If it is sold at a low price, who would want to make it and sell it?"

Lin Jin suddenly realized that it was the time cost that raised the price: "Sir, I want oil paper, but oil paper is not an umbrella. I plan to build a vegetable greenhouse."

She plans to try growing vegetables this winter. Now there are no vegetable greenhouses and there is a shortage of vegetables in winter. She wants to try to see if she can change this situation.

"Let's talk about this for another time. The princess is getting married tomorrow, and you will attend the banquet with me." Song Shiqiu just nodded. Anyway, it would be useless even if he disagreed with what Lin Jin wanted to do, Lin Jin would still do it.

"Hmm? Princess? Wedding?" Lin Jin leaned back tactically, a little unbelieving. Was it the princess she knew? Fang Yuzhu was getting married?

"What? No?" Song Shiqiu looked at her with a little surprise.

Lin Jin shook his head like a rattle, and then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "It's not that I can't, but, with whom?"

"You have also met the son of Zhenbei Marquis, Yan Sihuai."

When Lin Jin heard the name, she wondered who Yan Sihuai's official partner was. So many things had happened that she could not remember these little things clearly. She remembered that it was not Fang Yuzhu.

Forget it, the plot has already been messed up anyway, so if it’s not true, then it’s not true. Both of them are going to get married anyway.

"So what should I prepare? What should I give?" This was Lin Jin's first time attending an ancient wedding. "Should I give a donation or a gift? I don't seem to have anything valuable."

"If you go with me, I will naturally ask someone to prepare everything." Song Shiqiu felt helpless when he saw that Lin Jin was a little flustered.

Lin Jin paused and pursed her lips: "Do I have to... attend as a family member? Then I don't really want to go. I'll prepare a gift, sir, please help me deliver it."

The carriage suddenly fell into silence.

Lin Jin sighed, "Sir, no matter what, it was not my original intention back then, and I did not really marry you."

Even if they really want to be together, they still have to take the necessary steps. She can't just get married just because of that messy wedding.

Very unfair.

"Sir, why do you always want to confuse me about this matter? Others don't understand my temper, don't you understand it too?" Lin Jin doesn't like this kind of operation, and Song Shiqiu must know it, but he just turns a blind eye to her request every time.

Song Shiqiu turned his head to the other side and didn't look at her: "Do you want a divorce letter now, and divorce me?"

At the beginning, he told Lin Jin that it was not the right time, but now several months have passed. If he really wants a divorce, he can no longer make excuses.

Lin Jin pursed her lips and thought for a moment: "Not yet."

Song Shiqiu pondered Lin Jin's words for a moment, thinking of thousands of possible meanings, but he always felt that it was not right. When he arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, he still couldn't figure it out.

He got off the carriage first and reached out to help Lin Jin down.

Lin Jin put her hand in his very naturally, and stepped down from the stool step by step. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she heard a sentence: "Not needed for the time being, what do you mean?"

She looked up at Song Shiqiu, and seeing his pretending to be nervous, she couldn't help but curl her lips: "My Lord is so smart, can't you figure it out?"

"I can't figure it out. Ajin's thoughts are really different and too hard to guess." Song Shiqiu asked someone to send Lin Jin's bag to the Bikong Courtyard, and walked leisurely with her on the corridor to enjoy the scenery.

Lin Jin chuckled, but still said nothing, as if she was deliberately teasing Song Shiqiu.

"If Jin still has something to do, just ask directly. Even...even if we get divorced, it won't have any impact."