I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"Well, I can't say that you are ugly, but compared to you before... a little worse." Lin Jin is not obsessed with looks. She swears that she is really not obsessed with looks. It's just that Song Shiqiu's change is really a bit big, and she can't accept it for a while. "My lord, compared to other men, you are still handsome!"

Song Shiqiu squeezed his hands, but let go before Lin Jin could cry out in pain, his face showing no emotion: "Yeah."

"If you really don't like it, forget it. It will be better in the spring. You are handsome now!" In order to make him believe it, Lin Jin quickly gave him a thumbs up, hoping that she would get used to it after a few days.

"Yeah." Song Shiqiu twitched the corners of his mouth, not looking happy at all.

Lin Jin: “…”

Oh no, I shouldn't have said it earlier. Why blame her for talking so quickly?

"Sir, everyone loves beauty. You will understand me, right?" Lin Jin blinked. Although she felt guilty, she still deliberately fanned the flames. "Just like when I became ugly before, didn't you dislike me?"

When she became darker and thinner while farming, Song Shiqiu clearly said something about her!

So now it’s back to normal.

"When have I ever disliked you?" Song Shiqiu looked at her in surprise. "I was just feeling sorry for you at the time and thought you were working too hard."

"No? I remember there was." Lin Jin scratched his head. He couldn't remember clearly, but someone had said it. "If it's not you, then who could it be? Could it be your brother? That's impossible. He shouldn't..."

"If he can't do it, then why should I?" Song Shiqiu was angry and felt that Lin Jin was simply unreasonable.

Lin Jin touched his nose guiltily: "You probably don't know how to do that, right?"

Song Shiqiu: “…”

Should? So he was that kind of person in her mind.

Lin Jin laughed dryly twice: "Don't worry about these details, this...well, okay, it's my fault, I'm sorry, I won't dare to do it again in the future, I will never doubt you."

Song Shiqiu nodded with satisfaction: "Well, when you first arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, I did despise you."

Lin Jin: “???”

"Then why were you aggrieved just now? You acted like you were wronged! I didn't wrong you." Lin Jin was so angry that she hit him twice. Didn't she want to look good at that time? It was because she couldn't look good. "Don't think that you can dislike other people's looks just because you are good-looking."

Fashion is a cycle, and so is aesthetics. As long as you have good-looking facial features, you can't say you are not good-looking.

"So what if you're pretty? Not everyone thinks you're pretty." Lin Jin was a little upset. Although she had no choice at the time, it was an indisputable fact that she was not pretty at that time. "There are differences in aesthetics between different nationalities."

Song Shiqiu chuckled and said nothing.

Lin Jin gritted her teeth, wishing she could bite him to vent her anger: "Forget it, forget it, it's all in the past. A hero doesn't talk about his past achievements. Things are different now."

"Yes, things are different now." Song Shiqiu quickly agreed with her, otherwise it would be difficult to appease her if she got really angry. "Tu Huaining asked me to bring you a letter, but I left it at home and forgot to give it to you. How about you come back with me later?"

"Okay." Lin Jin asked Tu Huaining about opening a school last time, so she should have an answer. "By the way, there is a new Miss Cui Jiu living in the mansion. Do you know about it?"

"Cui Jiu? Have you made a new friend?" Song Shiqiu had only been back for a day and had not met Cui Xian. He also didn't know that a new girl had moved in. "But, Cui? Is she a girl from the Qinghe Cui family?"

What is the girl from Qinghe Cui doing living in his house? Who knows what will happen if this gets out?

"It seems so." Lin Jin couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed that girls with the surname Cui would only come from the Cui family. "Fang Yuzhu asked her to follow me, and I don't know how it happened. It's not easy for me to ask about other people's family affairs. Some time ago, I was thinking about whether I could match my brother with Miss Cui Jiu, but my brother said he already had a lover. Do you know who it is?"

Song Shiqiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Can he still have a sweetheart?"

"That's what he said, but the girl is probably no longer alive." Lin Jin felt a little sorry. She didn't know which girl Liu Zhengqing had been thinking about for so long. "That girl must be a Go expert who could beat him in chess."

Song Shiqiu nodded thoughtfully: "I see, but he never told me about it, so I don't know about it."

"Okay." Lin Jin was just asking. If she didn't know, forget it. "I moved Sister Shi Xia's grave a while ago."

She pursed her lips slightly and told Song Shiqiu about Feng Yuan's situation: "Her brother did come to apologize, but... never mind, let's not talk about this anymore. Anyway, the grave has been moved. I will arrange someone to guard the grave for Sister Shi Xia this time."

Such people are not easy to find. After all, cemeteries are full of negative energy, and the ancients were superstitious about these things. Few people are willing to do such things, so she rewarded a lot of gold and silver to several family generals who were willing to guard the tomb.

"It's so stupid." Song Shiqiu's face darkened. He didn't expect Feng Yuan to do such a bold thing. "She moved Xia Xia's tomb. How can I tolerate her?"

Lin Jin pulled his clothes and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, I have taken care of it."

Song Shiqiu looked at her helplessly, his eyes full of heartache: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Lin Jin's eyes were a little sour. "I also changed the name of Sister Shi Xia's courtyard. Qingweizi came and said that the previous word Floating Clouds was not suitable, so I changed it to Bright Moon."

Although Floating Clouds was no longer suitable, the plaque had been changed, and she always felt that something belonging to Song Shixia was missing.

"Why is he here?" Song Shiqiu frowned. Qingweizi was different from Xianglian. This old senior was unwilling to come to the north and even didn't like to get involved in these worldly affairs. This time he must have come because something big had happened, forcing the other party to come out.

But if that were the case, Qingweizi would certainly go to see Xia Zhengan, and Xia Zhengan would not fail to pass on the message to him.

"Where is he now?"

Lin Jin shook her head. She hadn't seen Qing Weizi since that day. "What happened?"

"He came to see you but not His Majesty. I wonder if something is going to happen again." Song Shiqiu is on vacation now. He has just come back and can have a good rest for a while. After all, no one in the capital knows that he is back. But if Qingweizi comes, he still has to go to the palace.

"He probably didn't come to see me. Maybe... maybe he felt guilty." Lin Jin took a deep breath and told Song Shiqiu why Fuyunyuan was inappropriate. "He probably felt guilty towards Sister Shixia, so he made this trip."

"Floating clouds easily disperse..." Song Shiqiu murmured, "I shouldn't have let her live in that yard in the first place, but Xia Xia thought the word 'floating clouds' was good. If I had known this, how could I have let her live there?"

He originally thought that since it was Qingweizi and Xianglian who gave the instructions, there shouldn't be any problems, but he didn't expect that the plaque actually held a secret.

"Forget it, it's all in the past, let it be." Lin Jin took a deep breath and quickly changed the subject, talking about other recent events in the capital. She didn't know whether Song Shiqiu knew about these, but she still told him everything she knew, especially the story of ghosts coming back to life.

"It is precisely because of this matter that I came back early." Song Shiqiu did not expect that someone would dare to take advantage of his absence and try to make moves in this regard. First, they talked about his and Yang Muer's fate, and now they are talking about ghosts and gods.

“These people are just too idle.”