I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"Why are you crying again?" Lin Jin was a little amused. "It doesn't matter what others think. No one's opinion or evaluation is a complete reflection of you. Don't let anyone's words shake your resolve. Their opinions can only represent themselves."

Feng Yuge's tears were blocked by her words before they could flow out: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. When I was in the Girls' College, I was even worse than you are now. But even for someone like me, different people have different interpretations of me." Lin Jin directly used her experience in the Girls' College as an example.

When she was in the academy, even including Lin Lin and Tu Huaining, there were only five people who had ever spoken to her. The others either looked at her with mockery or simply ignored her.

Those women were not wrong. After all, her words and actions were indeed not presentable compared to theirs. If the test paper on proper manners was worth 100 points, those women would have scored close to full marks if not full marks. At best, she just passed and did not make a fool of herself.

But those were not the complete her, just like no one expected that Xi Lilong would fake his death and join the army, or that the delicate Princess Jing'an would travel around Daxia to study.

"Is that so?" Feng Yuge seemed to understand but not quite.

"Of course, even if it is my evaluation of you, it only represents my evaluation of you. My evaluation is not all of you. It can only show the perspective of my evaluation. It has no other effect." Lin Jin nodded affirmatively.

After Lin Jin persuaded Feng Yuge to go back in a gentle voice, Xing'er and Xunmian came out from the inner room: "Miss."

"You two." Lin Jin really didn't know what to say, "If I'm not here today, what are you going to do?"

If I say Feng Yuge is right, I would be lying, which is definitely not okay. But if I keep hesitating like this, what will others think? Will the other girls think that Xing'er and the others have preferences towards one of them, and they would be unhappy.

"That little girl is so proud, this..." Xing'er hurried over and took Lin Jin's hand and acted coquettishly, "Girl, I was wrong, is it okay if I am wrong?"

"Why is she so concerned about her reputation? This is not a big deal. You just need to handle it gently and let it go." Lin Jin poked her forehead, then asked what Liu Zhengqing was doing now.

"My Lord is drawing a picture."

"Draw a picture? What kind of picture?" Lin Jin was puzzled.

"It's the blueprint of the deep well that you asked me to give to Lord Liu last time." Xunmian was wondering, could it be that Lin Jin had forgotten?

Lin Jin did not forget, but she didn't know why Liu Zhengqing wanted to draw it again. The pictures were already very clear. She had also taught Liu Zhengqing Arabic numerals. What else was there that he didn't know?

"Why do we have to draw it again? Is there something we don't understand?" Although these people could not measure the coordinates above, the surrounding houses and buildings were so clear that they could definitely find the place.

She thought the blueprints should have arrived in various cities, but they haven't been sent out yet. How long will it take to complete them?

"It is precisely because it is too clear that Lord Liu has to draw it again." It would be terrible if it was lost accidentally.

Lin Jin quickly understood what Xun Mian meant: "I'll go see if there's anyone I can help with."

Although she is not good at drawing, she has a systematic printer.

The disaster in Taiyuan Prefecture was brought under control, the capital city transferred the remaining food and fodder to the border, and began to prepare for the northern expedition against the Turks.

The Turks and Bactria had been fighting each other for decades. Later, Su Cheng'an and Zhenbei Hou Yan Yongrui used a trick to cut off the source of the trouble and surrounded and killed tens of thousands of Turkish soldiers, and recaptured the Turkish land that had been occupied. However, the Turks retreated all the way north and were still unwilling to surrender. In recent years, the Turks have not only been disturbing the Turks, but also intended to take over the Western Regions where the Uighurs were. The Turkish tent will even appear around the Turkish land and the Western Regions as a provocation.

In the imperial study, all the powerful ministers in the court were kept after the court session to discuss the matter of sending troops to the Turks. Xi Lilong was the only girl among the ministers, making her stand out.

Although the Yuanyang Army is the only female army in Daxia, its number of members is less than 10,000. Although Xi Lilong is also a rookie in the army, many people feel that she is still not qualified when she stands here.

But everyone took a look at where Xi Lilong was standing. The only people who could sit here besides Xia Zhengan was Song Shiqiu, and she happened to be standing right behind Song Shiqiu. The meaning was self-evident.

"Your Majesty, General Su is currently fighting against the Barbarians in the south. If we suddenly withdraw half of our troops, something might happen. It would not be too late to send troops to the Turks after General Su returns victorious."

"As for the Uighurs, they have been fighting the Turks for so many years, so why not hold out for another half a year?"

Xi Lilong grasped the hilt of the long sword hanging at her waist, and looking at the black hat on the other party's head, she couldn't help but want to cut it off directly, but she glanced at Song Shiqiu who was playing with the jade pendant calmly, and kept her breath steady without any expression.

In addition to civil officials, there were also military generals present. Although some of them were not killing enemies on the battlefield now, they had fought for their current positions bit by bit through military merit. They all showed indignation on their faces when they heard this.

"Bah! What's the harm in holding out for another half a year? Do you know how many soldiers will die in half a year? Aren't their lives more valuable than yours?"

"You are such a cunning and black-hearted old man, you only have a big mouth, right? Why don't you go to the battlefield and fight for half a year and see what happens? Do you think the confrontation between two armies is like a child playing in the mud?"

"Those are real weapons, like swords and spears, that can chop your head off with one blow. Are you, a triangular cat who can only wield a sword, actually commanding the battlefield?"

"Your Majesty, if there is really no one in the court, I will fight!"

"Otherwise, the Uighurs would probably think that we Han people are cowards who don't even dare to fight."

Xia Zhengan listened to their quarrel calmly like Song Shiqiu, drinking hot tea without blinking his eyes. Since ancient times, civil and military officials have looked down on each other. The quarrel in the imperial study was so intense that people who didn't know would have thought it was a vegetable market.

The civil officials used food, fodder and troops to argue the benefits of sending troops in half a year, while the military generals refuted from the casualties of soldiers and the impact on public opinion. In short, they all had their own reasons and considerations. As long as Daxia prospered, the civil officials did not care about their own lives and even regarded such sacrifice as a reputation. However, the military officials had all returned from the gates of hell, and the lives of soldiers were more important than the so-called food and fodder and money.

"The Prime Minister has always been resourceful. Why don't you say a word today?" Someone suddenly said this, nodding at Song Shiqiu who was watching the fire from the other side of the river.

Song Shiqiu chuckled. If he said something, these people would be unhappy. But if he didn't say anything, they would feel like something was missing. He really didn't know what to do.

"Sending troops to the north is the official business of the generals. Why should I, a civilian official, interfere?" Song Shiqiu picked up the tea brought by the eunuch and took a sip leisurely. He was still not disturbed by the emotions of these people. "Military power, that word is related to civilian officials. Civil officials are not involved in military affairs."

"Song Shiqiu you!" A group of civil officials glared at Song Shiqiu. They didn't expect that Song Shiqiu could take away the decision-making power from the civil officials with just one sentence.

Why doesn’t this fox usually say that civil officials are not involved in military affairs... Yes, Song Shiqiu is not involved in military affairs, but Su Chengan said it all!

"Your Majesty, Mr. Lingchang is old, and he may not be able to stand for such a long time." Song Shiqiu looked at his shaking body and winked at the eunuch beside him. As soon as Xia Zhengan finished speaking, the eunuch immediately brought him a chair.

The civil officials looked unhappy, but the military generals were all very happy.

This time it was the head of the civil service who stabbed himself in the back. It has nothing to do with them.