I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Chunzao was indeed hungry. Even if she had something to say, she had to drink the porridge first so that she would have the energy to continue questioning.

She recovered slightly after drinking a bowl of porridge. She continued to point at her throat and scream, wanting Ashina Hun to give her an explanation.

"Are you still hungry?" Ashina Hun suddenly realized something and took the bowl out to get another bowl of porridge for Chunzao. "There's still a lot."

Chunzao listened to the strange tone of voice and the fact that the other party didn't understand what she meant like a fool. She had an urge to die. She was referring to the throat, not the stomach or mouth. How could she say she was still hungry?

She doesn't want to be mute!

Just when the two people were in a stalemate, a man walked in. He was tall and strong, and the accessories he wore looked like those worn by those mysterious ethnic groups.

Chunzao was so scared that she grabbed the pillow and used it to block herself. This man was like a mountain, as if he could crush her to death with one hand. He had the teeth of some beast on his body and exuded the breath of a primitive man.

"High Priest." Ashina Hun saluted Geshu Ying.

He spoke in Turkic, which Chunzao could not understand, so she secretly swallowed her saliva.

Ge Shuying asked him to go out first. Unlike Ashina Hun, although he looked burly and wild, he spoke Chinese very clearly: "Don't worry, Saint Lady. She will be able to speak again in a few days."

Saint? Chunzao pointed at herself, her eyes full of confusion. Could it be that the body she was wearing also had some hidden identity?

Ge Shuying seemed to understand her doubts and nodded: "Yes, you are the saint of our Turkic people."

Chunzao would have believed these words at first, but after staying here for a long time, she quickly shook her head. She didn't look like these people at all, so how could she be a saint? They must have recognized the wrong person.

"Although you are not a citizen of our Turkic people, you are the saint given to the Turkic people by God. God could not bear to see the Turkic people being suppressed by Daxia, so he allowed the saint to appear in the world!" Geshu Ying was like a fanatical theist, he knelt down and began to worship Chunzao.

Chunzao was frightened by his actions and jumped onto the bed: "Ahhhh!"

Crazy!

She looked at Ge Shuying's red eyes, fearing that he would go crazy and tear her apart.

"Ugh!" Chunzao didn't know why her stomach suddenly churned and she vomited out all the porridge she had just eaten.

Geshu Ying's face changed and he hurriedly checked Chunzao's body, but Chunzao screamed wildly and avoided him as soon as he started. He looked at Chunzao's symptoms and suddenly understood, and said something in Turkic.

The Turks lived on the grasslands, and almost no one had ever been on a boat, so many of them showed the same symptoms after getting on the boat. Chunzao was obviously the same as them, which made Geshu Ying more and more convinced that Chunzao was the saint of their Turks.

If Chunzao knew that seasickness could be used as proof that she was a saint, she would really think that these people were absolutely mentally ill.

Four or five days passed, and the capital was searched almost everywhere but Chunzao's whereabouts could not be found. Only a dozen white crane corpses were found.

"It's the Turks. The high priest of the Turks must have come to the capital." Song Shiqiu's brows were furrowed into a "川" shape. Now that Daxia and the Turks were at war, how could the high priest of the Turks appear in the capital.

Not to mention that he came to the capital just to take Chunzao away.

"Could it be that he thinks that Chunzao lives in Xiqi's house, and that he can disrupt Xiqi by taking Chunzao away?" Yan Sihui laughed as he spoke. If Xi Lilong was so easily influenced, he would not have been able to become the chief general of the Yuanyang Army.

Song Shiqiu scraped off the foam with the lid of the teacup: "It would be great if he had this idea."

It is most likely for the system on Chunzao's body.

As the eldest son of Marquis Zhenbei, Yan Sihuai would naturally inherit the throne of the Marquis. The meaning of Marquis Zhenbei was self-evident. He was just waiting for Su Chengan to return so that they could go north together to fight against the Turks.

"Mr. Prime Minister, you had a fight with this high priest when you were young. Who is he?" He actually killed all the white cranes in the capital without anyone noticing. No one knew how this man could tell who the white cranes were.

"A crazy theist, but he does have some abilities. It is rumored that he can invite evil gods to possess him. I don't know whether it is true or not, but he once froze the river in autumn... Humph, it's just some stargazing skills." Song Shiqiu took a sip of tea nonchalantly. Even Ge Shuying's sneaking into the capital city without his knowledge did not make him panic.

Yan Sihui seemed to understand, but he still felt that it was quite impressive: "Then Xi Qi and the others..."

"No. Geshu Ying is here, so the Turks must be panicking." Otherwise, the high priest should be on the battlefield.

The two discussed for a long time, and only after Yan Sihui left did Lin Jin come out from behind.

The high priest of the Turks, a character in the book who almost killed both Xi Lilong and Song Shiqiu.

"Sir, have you decided to go north?" Lin Jin couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"How come you guessed my plan before I even told you?" Song Shiqiu was a little surprised, then smiled, "When the new emperor ascended the throne, he lacked authority, so I needed to help him intimidate the officials. Now that Your Majesty has grown stronger, I should naturally hand over the power to Your Majesty."

Now no one in the world can threaten Xia Zhengan's position. Song Shiqiu is already trying to hand over the real power back, and this trip north is the best opportunity.

After he leaves Beijing, he will no longer interfere in the affairs of the court. Only then can Xia Zhengan's talents be seen and all officials can truly believe in Xia Zhengan.

"I'll go with you..." Lin Jin wanted to say that she would go with Song Shiqiu because she was worried about what would happen later. If Song Shiqiu and Xi Lilong encountered an accident, she could still find a way to save them.

"Don't be silly. What are you going to do? I'll be worried if you go." Song Shiqiu interrupted her. He would never let Lin Jin go to the battlefield. "Besides, if you go there, who will do your experiments and projects?"

Lin Jin pursed her lips slightly. She really couldn't leave. It was not easy to open a new subject and it was just showing some progress. If she left, she didn't know how long it would be delayed, and the task might have been completed by then.

"No one can do these things except you." Song Shiqiu pulled her to the backyard, "Don't worry, I'm only going to the North as a military advisor. I don't need to go to the battlefield myself, there won't be any danger."

Lin Jin pressed the corners of her lips. She didn't believe Song Shiqiu. Song Shiqiu also said so in the book, but in the end he still led a team of soldiers to kill the enemy: "You lied to me, don't you know what your temper is?"

Song Shiqiu's biggest shortcoming is that he has a high opinion of himself and thinks he can do anything.

Her words made Song Shiqiu chuckle, full of helplessness: "Ajin, don't be willful."

"Then take my nurses with you when you go north. The alcohol and iodine swabs will be transported over little by little later." Lin Jin knew that he would definitely not take her with him, but she still wanted to try, "They don't have much experience yet, why don't I go with them."

Song Shiqiu looked at her and finally hardened his heart: "No, it's too dangerous, not to mention that you have other things to do here, I can't waste your time. If you are like those girls in the academy, I will take you there, but, Ajin, the overall situation is more important."

"I understand." Lin Jin took a deep breath, "Then when will you go north?"

"Three days later."

"So fast!" Lin Jin was a little flustered, "Wouldn't you give yourself more time to prepare? Three days is too hasty."