I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"The desk in your study is made of a whole piece of golden nanmu wood, didn't you know?" Song Shiqiu raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that Lin Jin had used that desk for so long and didn't even know about it.

Lin Jin blinked and shook her head: "Impossible, you are lying to me, my desk is clearly the same as Sister Shi Xia's..."

6. If it’s the same as Song Shixia, then it’s really possible.

"You..." Lin Jin was speechless for a moment, and pulled Song Shiqiu back to the study in Bikong Courtyard, pointing at the gray desk that was almost the same color as ordinary maple wood, "You said this is golden nanmu? How can it look like golden nanmu at all?"

Who would have thought that it was the legendary extremely expensive golden nanmu?

Song Shiqiu lowered his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "It's just because there is no oil." As he said that, he scooped up some water for washing hands from the basin next to him and sprinkled it on the table.

Lin Jin looked at the originally plain wooden table, which was now glowing with golden light, like flowing gold, and her heart finally died.

In fact, she had felt several times that the table did not match the surrounding colors and planned to change it.

"This...you, just, this..." Lin Jin's eyes wandered between the desk and Song Shiqiu, and she didn't know what to say for a moment, "How much does such a big table cost? It's priceless?"

Song Shiqiu snorted and laughed, but said nothing: "Why bother with this? It's just a nice-looking piece of wood."

"The late emperor really treated you as his own son." Lin Jin began to suspect that Song Shiqiu was a prince who was replaced by a cat. Not oiling the two tables was definitely to keep a low profile. "Is there anything else about you that I don't know?"

[Host, don't you think it's a pity that no one inherits your legacy? ]

Lin Jin didn't want to talk to the system now. She had been shocked by Song Shiqiu's outrageous actions twice in one day. Whoever married someone would move all his belongings over, and whoever got such a big golden nanmu would just use it to build a desk.

"Song Shiqiu, you are really..." Lin Jin could only say that her own knowledge was still too shallow.

It’s not Lin Jin’s fault that he didn’t recognize it. After all, he had been watching TV since he was a child, and the people in the TV dramas could recognize golden nanmu at a glance. It must have some characteristics. But who knew it would be like this without oil or water.

Lin Jin scratched his face, not knowing how to describe his mood. It was like he had suddenly become rich, but without any joy at all.

She is most likely really ill. She is not happy even with this. Could it be that she is greedy and wants more?

"You don't like this desk? There is another red sandalwood desk in the warehouse. I'll have someone bring it over for you to see." Song Shiqiu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he found Lin Jin's behavior somewhat interesting. "It's just golden nanmu."

Lin Jin: “…”

Song Shiqiu, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Lin Jin knew why Song Shiqiu was a love-brained person. Everyone has five strengths and one weakness, and this love-brained person is Song Shiqiu's weakness.

"If you weren't Song Shiqiu, if you walked on the street like this, at least five out of ten people would want to put you in a sack." Lin Jin felt that if he ever developed a hatred of the rich, it would definitely be Song Shiqiu's fault.

Lin Jin was originally only worried about Fang Yuzhu's gift, but now she is no longer worried about the gift. What she is worried about now is how to cure Song Shiqiu's love-brain problem.

The invitation to Fang Yuzhu's wedding was also given to Lin Jin. Lin Jin could attend as a family member or a friend. Song Shiqiu prepared a set of royal blue and kingfisher feather headdress for Lin Jin, and Lin Jin added a set of pearl hairpins with butterfly and flower patterns that she had chosen herself.

The night before the banquet, Lin Jin kept asking Song Shiqiu all sorts of questions, for she was afraid that she didn't understand the rules of attending ancient weddings and would make a fool of herself.

Although she was attending Fang Yuzhu's wedding banquet, Lin Jin was still a little nervous. It would not be good for the host family if she made a fool of herself. Fortunately, she immediately found an acquaintance in the crowd.

"Sister Xi, it's good that you're here. I was so panicked." Lin Jin hurriedly trotted to Xi Lilong's side, as if she had found her backbone, and whispered, "This is my first time attending a wedding banquet. Can you tell me if there's anything wrong?"

Xi Lilong didn't expect to see Lin Jin: "You're back?"

"I just got back yesterday, what a coincidence." Lin Jin explained.

"Who took the three thousand taels of gold?" Xi Lilong didn't ask her where she went. After all, Lin Jin looked fair and clean and didn't lose much weight, and didn't look like she had suffered much.

Lin Jin tilted his head in confusion: "What?"

"It's okay." Seeing that she didn't know, Xi Lilong didn't say anything more, "Just follow me for a while, don't say too much."

"Yeah!" Lin Jin nodded hurriedly. She didn't know who she was talking to or what to say.

Lin Jin had always followed Xi Lilong obediently. Even at the wedding banquet, men and women sat at separate seats, but Xi Lilong was not with the women.

Only then did she understand why Xi Lilong didn't want her to talk too much, because the people Xi Lilong talked to were all officials, and most of them were military officers.

Lin Jin tried hard to reduce her presence and not to be too conspicuous. How could she forget that Xi Lilong was now a famous female general, so she could be considered a female official, but she was different from a civil servant after all.

Since she followed Xi Lilong, it was inevitable that some people would notice her, but Xi Lilong blocked them all without making a sound.

"Ajin."

Lin Jin stood behind Xi Lilong and smiled at Song Shiqiu: "Hey, I didn't run around, I followed Sister Xi."

Her eyes swept calmly over the people talking here. Unlike their family members, these were people who had a say in the court. After all, one was the future Marquis of Zhenbei and the other was His Majesty's cousin and a female official appointed by the late emperor.

Even if it was not to curry favor with Marquis Zhenbei and the royal family, it was still a statement of opinion.

The bride and groom have not yet worshipped heaven and earth, and the banquet has not officially begun, but this does not prevent these people from being clearly divided into factions, like they are formed into circles.

Loyal ministers like Song Shiqiu also have their own circle. People like Su Chengan are in the same circle as Song Shiqiu. They don't have a huge and complicated family to support them. They rely entirely on themselves and the grace of His Majesty and are lone ministers who only work for His Majesty.

But even if they have no family and their seemingly weak foundation, no one dares to touch them. After all, the power in the hands of these lone ministers is so great that they can't imagine it. If one wants to be a lone minister, the highest position for a lone minister is probably the same as that of Song Shiqiu and Su Chengan.

Many people want to curry favor with Song Shiqiu, but they can't find a way. Now Song Shiqiu is having a good chat with a little girl next to Xi Lilong, which is hard not to notice.

"Prime Minister Song." Someone who boasted that he had a good relationship with Song Shiqiu came over to chat with them, "I wonder which family this daughter is from to earn the Prime Minister's favor?"

Lin Jin had her hair styled like a girl at the moment, so the visitor didn't think about the relationship between the two.

Xi Lilong's eyes were filled with a hint of anticipation, as if he was waiting for someone to be scolded.

Song Shiqiu looked at the visitor with a serious look: "Master Shen, your words are a bit too lenient."

"I heard that the Uighurs are willing to marry the Saint to Prime Minister Song to establish good relations between the two tribes." Shen Jin said with a smile, "I heard that the Saint is a rare beauty."

Lin Jin covered her lips with her fingertips, with some surprise in her eyes.

Saint, isn’t that Yang Muer?

"I heard that the prince and the princess are having their wedding, and the saint is also coming. Lord Prime Minister, why don't you go to meet them? Who knows..." Shen Jin didn't notice Song Shiqiu's gloomy expression. After all, Song Shiqiu always had a cold face, and not everyone could see that.

Xi Lilong tried his best to hold back his laughter and did not forget to look at Lin Jin. However, Lin Jin was thinking about whether she should go find Yang Muer now that he had come.

Hiss, it doesn’t seem good. It would be bad if Yang Muer got angry about my deception and made a fuss.