I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

In fact, Song Shixia had only met the son of the Minister of Rites a few times, but he claimed that he had admired her for a long time and often asked people to send small items to her. He also waited for her at the side door from time to time, but she always refused him.

She had been very annoyed during this period, but because the other party was the son of the Minister of Rites, who was already old, and she did not want the old man to lose his integrity in his old age because of his son, she did not make a big deal out of it.

Song Shixia went to the side door, but just stood at the door and didn't go out.

"Song Er thanks you for your kindness, but I have made it very clear a few days ago. Please respect yourself. If you keep disturbing me, even clay people will have tempers. If you really admire Song Er so much, please don't ruin his reputation." Song Shixia panted three times after saying one sentence. He felt a dull pain in his heart and could only cover his chest. His face was as white as gold paper. "Please don't come again, sir."

Jiang Yuanji looked at Song Shixia, who looked like a sick girl, and his face suddenly turned red. He spoke haltingly, "Second Miss Song, Jiang really likes you."

"Song Er is unworthy of your love, young master." Song Shixia tried hard to maintain his self-restraint and not to be rude. "Song Er is stupid and indifferent to you, young master. If your entanglement gets out, how can I survive in the world? How should the Minister of Rites deal with it?"

The son of the Minister of Rites does not even care about the most basic propriety, morality, and integrity. If this gets out, her reputation will be ruined, and the Minister of Rites' official career will be over.

"Second Miss Song, you are a graceful lady, and I know that the sage books you read now are definitely not those of such pedantic and conservative people. Since you can protect Lin Liudu in the palm of your hand..."

Qiuyue, who was following behind Song Shixia, also looked gloomy: "Master Jiang Wu, I think you are confused and your mind is not clear!"

Song Shixia almost fainted after hearing only half of the sentence. She had never seen such an excessive person: "Even if you are really interested in Song Er, you should have asked someone to come to your house to act as a matchmaker. If the two families feel it is appropriate, they can exchange engagement letters and settle the marriage. Your behavior may seem willful, but it is actually rude! You do such shameless things in the name of liking Song Er. I, Song Er, would rather jump into a well than look down on people like you!"

Song Shixia had been tolerant for many days and had never heard such words on weekdays. Song Shixia felt that Jiang Yuanji was only being polite because he was blinded by love for a while, but she really didn't expect that there would be someone in this world who would go further.

"If Master Jiang continues to pester me, I will ask my brother to visit him. I want to see how Master Jiang disciplines his own children." Since Jiang Yuanji was such a pushy person, Song Shixia was no longer polite, "To save my reputation from being damaged for no reason in the future."

Song Shixia left her words and turned back home. No matter how Jiang Yuanji called out to her behind her, she found a big rock to sit on, covering her aching heart and gasping in pain.

"Don't be angry, girl. It's not worth getting yourself hurt by this kind of person." Qiuyue went along with Song Shixia. If she had known that Jiang Yuanji was such a hypocrite with all appearance and no substance, she should not have been polite from the beginning.

She originally thought that Mr. Jiang was really fond of them, but their girl almost suffocated, and this young man was not only not worried, but also showed that kind of expression.

Bah, he was just attracted by the girls' appearance and was not sincere at all.

Qiuyue knew that her daughter would definitely not bother the Prime Minister with these things, and the people who followed Song Shixia would not make trouble in front of the Prime Minister without permission. She held Song Shixia's hand with one hand and used the other hand to calm Song Shixia down.

But she couldn't bear to see the girl suffer such an injustice. She was saved by the girl, and her life belonged to the girl for the rest of her life.

No one in this world dares to offend these girls like this.

Song Shixia leaned slightly against Qiuyue: "It's so rude, trying to use the sage book as a fig leaf."

It's really dirty the books of sages.

Qiuyue helped Song Shixia back and suggested, "Miss, why don't you go and see how Miss Lin Liu is doing now? It just so happens that you also have a good handwriting, so it would be good to give her some pointers."

Although she blamed Miss Lin Liu for making her daughter waste her energy, she had to admit that Miss Lin Liu was always good at making her daughter happy.

If Miss Lin Liu is well and doesn't cause trouble, it would be good for her to accompany them.

"Let's go and take a look." Song Shixia felt helpless when she thought of how Lin Jin wanted to shirk her responsibilities every time she acted like a spoiled brat.

Lin Jin was practicing his calligraphy under Tu Huaining's supervision. He was either too light here or too heavy there, or his strength was not right. "Is my writing really that bad? I think it's a little passable now."

She has been copying calligraphy seriously these days.

Tu Huaining looked at the handwriting that lacked any style. Even if it was his cousin, he couldn't say it was good. "The girl has indeed made progress, but it's still not satisfactory. Since the girl has entered the women's college, her handwriting can't be too bad."

Lin Jin curled her lips: "Okay."

Very good, she knew what level her writing was in the eyes of these people.

It's still the font of an elementary school student.

When Song Shixia was helped into the study, Lin Jin subconsciously stood up to meet her, but still glanced at Tu Huaining carefully: "Mr. Tu, Sister Shixia is not feeling well, I will talk to her first."

Tu Huaining wanted to say that practicing calligraphy wouldn't interfere with his speaking, but in the end he kept his mouth shut.

Never mind, it won’t take long.

Song Shixia waved her hand and chuckled, "Ajin, just keep practicing your calligraphy. I just came to see how your writing is going."

Lin Jin sat down obediently, but did not pick up the pen again. She blinked and said, "Sister Shi Xia, why do you look even worse? Are you feeling unwell again?"

She didn't notice it just now because of the sunset, but now Lin Jin looked again, Song Shixia's face was a little paler than when she came back. Although it was not very obvious, she had been worried about Song Shixia's health during this period and had been observing him closely, so she noticed it at a glance.

"I'm fine here, you go back and rest first, I'm worried about you." Lin Jin didn't want her to stay here any longer. Sitting here was not as relaxing as lying down, especially since Song Shixia was sick and needed to lie in bed and rest more.

Tu Huaining looked at her like this, walked to Song Shixia, and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss, please sit down first. Huaining will take your pulse."

Lin Jin looked at Song Shixia eagerly, and then moved her gaze to Tu Huaining. She knew Tu Huaining's abilities. Tu Huaining said that he knew a little about the art of medicine, but in fact he learned from the Valley of Divine Doctors and was the 33rd generation successor of the Valley of Divine Doctors.

It's just that this successor has grown up astray. Instead of having the heart to save people, he kills people invisibly.

But what if Tu Huaining also has a solution?

Lin Jin's eyes sparkled. How could she forget that when Tu Huaining appeared later, Song Shixia was already gone. Perhaps Tu Huaining came too late and failed to catch up. It was not necessarily the case that the heroine was the only one who could save Song Shixia.

Song Shixia hesitated for a moment, then sat down and held out his wrist: "Thank you, Mr. Tu."

"It's just a convenience. No need to thank me." Tu Huaining put his hand on Song Shixia's thin wrist and frowned. "What medicine is the girl taking now?"

"I use the Bodhi Yangyuan Recipe." Song Shixia's voice was gentle. "I have been taking it for several years. It is indeed good for my body after taking it for a while, so I have been taking it. But what's wrong?"

Tu Huaining hesitated to speak, but finally told the truth: "There is nothing wrong, but the prescription should be changed. Although this prescription can relieve the girl's palpitations, it has little effect now."

It's a pity that such a beautiful woman has such a tragic life.