I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin was riding a horse with a group of people following behind him, like a lord inspecting his territory. They asked carefully about the specific situation on the farm, how the reproduction was, how the survival was, and whether there were any common diseases.

The housekeeper only knew that their wife was coming, but he didn't know what Lin Jin was coming for, so although he was confused about what Lin Jin said, he also told her everything he knew.

Lin Jin pointed at the tent that was completely different from the surrounding ones. It was different in both exquisiteness and size from the ones next to it. "Whose residence is that?"

It is not something that ordinary people can afford to live in such a magnificent tent.

The butler looked at the big tent and after a moment's reaction he remembered who lived inside: "This is the yurt of the Chi-Le people."

"Chi-Le?" Lin Jin thought about what ethnic group Chi-Le was. "Uighur? Are these the nomadic Uighurs here?"

"No, no, no. They came here to play these days. The one living inside is the Uighur saint Yang Muer." The butler explained with a smile, and then paused after explaining. Although he was in the Turkic area, he had heard some rumors. He looked at Lin Jin cautiously.

Lin Jin didn't expect it to be Yang Mule. She just nodded and didn't say much. She just rode her horse towards the yurt.

The housekeeper was horrified, slapped his mouth a few times and hurriedly followed: "Where are you going, Madam? The Uighurs are guests after all, it is better not to disturb them."

"Oh, I'm going to visit a friend." Lin Jin planned to meet Yang Muer. She stopped her horse when she was still some distance away from the tent and shouted Yang Muer's name loudly towards the tent, "Yang Muer!"

Yang Mule was originally looking at a map in the tent. When he heard the voice, he quickly asked someone to put the map away and went out to see who it was.

She originally thought the voice sounded familiar. After all, she had never thought that Lin Jin would appear here. But when she saw the young man on the horse, she couldn't help but curl her lips: "Lin Jin!"

"Why are you here? Aren't you in the capital?" Yang Muer walked up to her and looked Lin Jin up and down. "Why are you still dressed like this?"

Lin Jin jumped off the horse. She didn't look at Yang Muer carefully at the wedding banquet that day, but today she found that Yang Muer had changed a lot. It was obvious that she had been in disguise at the beginning. It was just that she was too beautiful. Even if the color was suppressed, she still looked good at first glance.

"Our adults' farm is over here. I came to take a look. I just happened to pass by your tent and came to see you when I knew you were here." Lin Jin explained why she was here. "How have you been these days?"

Yang Muer glanced at the person behind her, pulled her aside, and complained in a low voice: "Don't mention it. Your officials always want to use me to overthrow your prime minister. It really makes me angry. Our Uighurs are in danger. This time we are here to ask Daxia to send troops. They are trying to sow discord between the Uighurs and your prime minister. They are simply using the Uighurs as a knife."

They knew clearly who the powerful people in Daxia were, and they would rather offend Song Shiqiu than anyone else.

If Song Shiqiu had ignored the situation of the Uighurs, the Uighurs might have been exterminated.

"I didn't expect to see you again. We were planning to leave tomorrow." The wind was very strong these past two days, and there was a sandstorm in the desert, so they rested here for two days. "Maybe this is what you call fate."

"Don't worry, he's not the kind of person who acts on impulse, and he won't take his anger out on the Uighurs without any reason." Lin Jin was amused by her appearance, "But why are you here?"

Yang Muer was about to speak but stopped talking. When he met Lin Jin's eyes, he knew that the other party had guessed everything. He was a little embarrassed: "I, I don't trust them. How can I back down from such a dangerous thing?"

"Don't be silly. Do you think you are the Mandarin Duck Army? Even if you are the Mandarin Duck Army, no one would do such a thing alone." Lin Jin felt that this was really nonsense.

"They will have to distract themselves from taking care of you. You should come back with me and stay here. If you can't help, then not causing more trouble is actually helping."

Yang Muer pulled Lin Jin's hand down, shook his head, and whispered: "Lin Jin, I can help. You don't know that the biggest weakness of the Turks now is their leader."

"Lawful."

"Yang Muer!" Lin Jin felt his hair stand on end when he heard this. From the beginning, whether it was begging Daxia or fighting with the Turks, Yang Muer had decided to sacrifice himself. "Don't be silly. You are only thirteen years old. Do you think you can beat them?"

"But I have been a saint of the Uighurs since I was born. I am only thirteen years old, but I have been a saint for thirteen years. In these thirteen years, my tribe has given me the best things. I should do something for them instead of feeling sorry for myself."

"I don't feel sorry, this is my responsibility."

"But your sacrifice is meaningless." Lin Jin felt that if Yang Muer had to do such a thing, she would rather Yang Muer marry Song Shiqiu. "Yang Muer, Daxia will definitely drive the Turks away."

Yang Muer still shook his head: "Lin Jin, it's meaningful. I alone can help the Great Xia army defeat the Turks faster. The sooner the Turks are defeated, the fewer lives my people will have to sacrifice. It's meaningful for me to exchange so many of them."

"If...if I don't come back alive, please remember me. You are my first Han Chinese friend, and perhaps my only one."

Lin Jin often didn't understand why such a heavy responsibility should be placed on a woman: "No, Yang Muer, this must not be Daxia's decision, right?"

"But I am a saint."

Yang Muer's words completely extinguished the hope in Lin Jin's heart. She knew that it was impossible for her to persuade Yang Muer to go back with her. Yang Muer was a saint. Even if no one asked her to do so, she wanted to do it because she wanted to save her people.

Yang Muer pursed his lips and said, "I will try my best to come back alive. I haven't even had the chance to drink the wine you brewed for me yet."

Lin Jin didn't care that she was dressed as a man now. There was a great deal of separation between men and women between them. She hugged Yang Muer. After this separation, she and Yang Muer didn't know if they would have the chance to meet again. "I admire all the brave people in this world, but I always selfishly hope that my friends are not such admirable people."

"You are also a brave person, my friend." Yang Muer hugged Lin Jin back and closed his eyes. "I hope I can come back alive to see you. By then, I can see you wearing the clothes of a Han woman."

Lin Jin was stunned. She looked at Yang Muer who was smiling: "When did you know?"

"I knew it a long time ago." Yang Muer shrugged, looking relaxed. "When you were having your period, you sat next to me and you smelled of blood."

The other people couldn’t tell because she was not a woman, but she and Lin Jin were both women and could not be more familiar with each other. Otherwise, the wild vegetable soup later in the evening would not be wild Gastrodia elata, which is what people in the Central Plains call Yimu.

"So when you went back to find Meilikang later, they admired you very much."

Lin Jin's sadness was completely washed away by the embarrassment at the moment. She thought she had disguised herself very well along the way, but it turned out to be exposed long ago.

"In fact, you met me when you attended the wedding banquet at the Chengbei Marquis Mansion in Jingcheng." Lin Jin simply stopped pretending and smiled helplessly, "One of the two women who arranged the incident between you and Song Shiqiu that night was me."

Yang Muer quickly realized who Lin Jin was, and his eyes widened: "You called me a witch behind my back!"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that. There is a misunderstanding here. What I said is that those people's worries are meaningless." Lin Jin hurriedly explained what happened that day. She did not scold Yang Mule.

Yang Muer walked around Lin Jin and asked, "Why do you look different from that day?"

The sound is different too.