I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"System, tell me why things turned out like this between her and me." Lin Jin thought about it many times, but couldn't understand why just friends could end up like this.

【Maybe everyone is dissatisfied sometimes. 】

About half an hour later, a maid came in with a bag and said to Lin Jin: "The princess said that your horse is tied to a tree outside the mansion. If you want to leave, go ahead."

Lin Jin looked at the bundle in her hand. In addition to clothes, there were also some gold, silver, treasures and travel passes. It seemed as if Lin Lin had already arranged everything.

She left the Lin family mansion, looked at the docile Qiong Yu not far away, and went over to untie the reins: "Qiong Yu, let's go home."

Qiong Yu stepped on the horse's hoof, and its nose made a puffing sound. The arrow wound on its body had been healed long ago, leaving no trace, and there was no abnormality in the skin and flesh at the wound. It was still the same fine horse it once was.

Lin Jin climbed onto the horse and rode Qiong Yu all the way to the city gate. When she was about to leave the city, she stopped as if she had sensed something and looked back at the Exiled Immortal Tower where she had been a few days ago. She only saw a smoky-colored corner of clothing disappearing by the window.

She knew that person was Lin Lin. Even though she hadn't seen him, she knew that person was Lin Lin.

Lin Jin looked at the bustling streets. She was hypnotized at the time and forgot everything, so she thought Lingnan was not that poor. Now, she felt that Lingnan was not poor at all. On the contrary, people lived better than the people in the capital.

Lin Lin did not do nothing in the past few years. It's just that Lin Lin did not start the changes little by little from the capital as in the books, but chose to start from remote places such as Lingnan. The rapid development of this area in the south must be due to Lin Lin's behind-the-scenes promotion.

Song Shiqiu must know all these, so Lin Lin really cannot be killed. In addition to the bomb that is buried somewhere unknown, the help Lin Lin can bring is too great. Song Shiqiu will suppress Lin Lin, but will not kill him.

Lin Lin's merits indeed outweigh his faults.

"Maybe it would be better if I hadn't come into this world." Lin Jin muttered to himself as he looked at the half-open window.

If I hadn't come to this world, the plot wouldn't have changed, Lin Lin wouldn't have met me, and things wouldn't have turned out like this.

Lin Jin withdrew his gaze, dismounted and led Qiong Yu towards the city gate. Lin Lin reappeared at the window. He did not close the window until Lin Jin left the city and rode away, and his back disappeared from his sight.

From now on, we will go our separate ways, and all our sorrows and joys will be in vain.

With the help of the system, Lin Jin disguised himself as a teenager, which made it easier to travel and reduced the dangers he might encounter on the road. However, even so, one thing he could not avoid was the rugged mountain roads and sparse population, resulting in no inns to stay in except for tea stalls for resting.

"System, do we have to stay in the ruined temple tonight?" Lin Jin looked at this deserted place, then turned back and looked behind, "There is no village in front and no shop behind. I finally understand what it means."

[It is not recommended that the host live in the temple, but you can find a place to hide for a night around the ruined temple. ]

"You're very clever in hiding." Lin Jin sighed and looked at the fire in the temple. She really didn't dare to go in by herself.

She glanced at the carriage at the temple gate. They were probably not homeless beggars and would not rob anyone. She took Qiong Yu to the side and planned to build a tent to survive in the wild.

"Little brother, it's getting dark soon, why are you still going into the mountains? There are wolves on the mountain!" Several people in the ruined temple had already seen Lin Jin's figure, and they were betting with each other whether Lin Jin dared to come in. As a result, they saw Lin Jin planning to lead the horse into the mountains, and several people couldn't help laughing.

Lin Jin stood there awkwardly, holding the reins, ready to ride away if anything went wrong: "I, I..."

Telling the truth might piss them off.

"We are in this remote place. Come in and spend the night together. We are escorting people and we just happened to pass by here and stop for a rest." The man seemed to find Lin Jin's behavior interesting and laughed loudly.

Lin Jin laughed dryly and silently asked the system whether her safety could be guaranteed. Only after getting a positive answer did she tie Qiong Yu to the tree and bring her into the ruined temple. There were a total of six people in the ruined temple, including her.

Her figure, voice and appearance were all adjusted by the system. At this moment, she looked like a fair-skinned boy in the voice change period, carrying a bow and arrow on her back, but looking a little silly.

"You look like a young master from a wealthy family. Why did you come out by yourself? Where are you going?" The man who had just gone out to call Lin Jin spoke again and handed Lin Jin a bowl of meat soup. "My name is Mei Likang. What's your name?"

Lin Jin took it and whispered thank you: "My name is Lin Jin, I am not from a wealthy family, I went to the capital to seek refuge with my relatives."

"Capital? That's great. It's on the way. Why don't you come with us? We can protect you. Otherwise, it's not safe for you to go alone on such a long journey to Capital." Meilikang looked at Lin Jin in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that Lin Jin could be so bold.

Lin Jin blinked and looked very obedient: "This is not good, will it cause trouble for you?"

"Since others don't need it, why are you so enthusiastic?" As soon as Lin Jin finished speaking, the girl sitting opposite Lin Jin snorted.

Lin Jin noticed her when she first came in, because this woman really didn't fit in with the team. The girl was dressed like a modern Xinjiang person and was very beautiful.

Melikang's face flashed with embarrassment, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl for a few seconds: "Yang Muer, it's too dangerous for him to be alone, don't be willful at this time."

Yang Muer snorted and looked at Lin Jin again: "You don't know how to appreciate a good person."

Lin Jin touched his nose: "Well, thank you."

Her eyes met Yang Muer's, but Yang Muer quickly looked away, as if he didn't want to meet her gaze and seemed to dislike her very much.

Lin Jin had no choice but to lower her head and drink the broth. Although it was mutton, it didn't have a mutton smell, but instead had a milky aroma: "This mutton soup smells so good, how is it made?"

It looked like she didn't add any seasoning to remove the fishy smell.

"These are sheep that grew up on the grassland. They eat grass and drink goat milk, so they don't smell bad." Mei Likang saw that Lin Jin had finished drinking, so he added another bowl for Lin Jin. "You look so skinny and small, so you must not have eaten well on weekdays."

Lin Jin felt embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "Aren't you all from Central Plains?"

If you look closely, they do not look like Han people's facial features, but more like those of the Hu people.

"We are the descendants of Han and Uighur people." Meilikang said in a low voice, and then glanced at Yang Muer, "Yang Muer is the saint of our Uighur people."

Lin Jin looked at Yang Muer a few more times, but since he was a boy after all, he was afraid that he would be offended if he looked at him too much, so he quickly retracted his gaze: "So that's how it is."

In ancient times, it was divided into fourteen states. Today, almost all of the fourteen states are the territory of Daxia. Many ethnic groups have begun to intermarry, but these people are definitely not born in the past ten years. It is very likely that their mothers were married to Daxia people as captives.

Thinking of this, Lin Jin did not ask about their backgrounds anymore. This was not a glorious thing. Even if she did not look down on them, it was probably still different for them.

Yang Mule drank the broth quietly without saying another word, as if he treated Lin Jin as air.