I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

The housekeeper of the Lin Residence did not expect that Lin Jin had actually climbed up the high branch of the Prime Minister's Mansion. With his swollen face, he looked extremely ridiculous: "How is it possible? Prime Minister, how could you really fall in love with a crazy woman like Lin Liu?"

The Prime Minister must be confused.

"Prime Minister, she..."

"Pa!" Lan Xi slapped him hard again, "You deserve to be beaten for talking nonsense about the master!"

Song Shiqiu looked at Lin Zhi with a half-smile: "Minister Lin, your housekeeper is so powerful that he dared to insult the master. If you don't give me an explanation, I will go to His Majesty to reason tomorrow. How can His Majesty believe that you can still serve as the Minister if you can't even have peace at home?"

If Lin Liu couldn't let go of the so-called father-daughter relationship, he would never have let Lin Liu come back.

"I am sorry that I did not discipline my subordinates, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Lin Zhi apologized with a smile, but in his heart he was angry that Song Shiqiu did not give him face, "I will definitely not let you off easily..."

Song Shiqiu waved his hand, looked at the dilapidated yard, and snorted, "Minister Lin, has the Lin Mansion fallen to this point? I'm afraid this yard is uninhabitable."

This is the Lin family that Lin Liu can’t let go of.

When Lin Jin saw the look in Song Shiqiu's eyes, she knew that she would be the next one to be scolded, and she avoided his gaze guiltily.

It’s over, it’s over. Now I’m really going to be regarded as ungrateful in the eyes of the villain.

Help! She worked so hard to gain favor with the villain.

After Song Shiqiu sent everyone from the Lin residence away, he looked at Lin Jin dimly, "Your father treated you like this, and you still care about the non-existent father-daughter relationship? Lin Liu, the Lanyuan where I placed you when you first arrived at the Prime Minister's residence is a hundred times better than this shabby courtyard."

Lin Jin's hands hidden under his wide sleeves kept stirring: "The Lin Mansion is poorer than the Prime Minister's Mansion..." Noticing Song Shiqiu's fierce gaze, Lin Jin dared to continue speaking.

Oh my god, it seems like the villain can eat her.

"How long are you going to keep deceiving yourself? If I hadn't come today, would a mere steward have been able to bully you?" Song Shiqiu was really disappointed with his friend. "It's better for you to live outside than here!"

Lin Jin shook her head in fear and then nodded: "But..."

But the heroine is here.

"But it's not good for me to live in the Prime Minister's Mansion all the time. I'm fine, but I'm afraid it will bring trouble to your reputation. You and Sister Shixia have been very good to me." Lin Jin quickly found a suitable reason and tried hard to force a smile at Song Shiqiu.

"You are staying with Xia Xia in the mansion, how can it affect me?" Song Shiqiu wanted to say that she was stupid. Those so-called rumors did not affect her at all. Lin Liu was completely worried about the wrong person. "As for those unfounded words, you don't have to take them to heart."

After the uterine banquet, when he accepts Lin Liu as his sister, only people will want to curry favor with Lin Liu.

"I'm worried. My Lord and Sister Shi Xia are both good people. I don't want you to be laughed at." Lin Jin said this sincerely. She herself is not strong enough at the moment. She is relying on the help of the two siblings, but they are implicated by her.

This is not good. She needs to return a favor. She cannot just ask for it unilaterally.

Song Shiqiu felt a headache when he saw Lin Jin's worthless appearance, but he also believed what the servant said to some extent.

It is so easy to deceive someone who can win Lin Liu's heart with just a little favor.

"Do you know how sad your sister Shixia will be if you don't live well in the Lin Mansion?" Song Shiqiu still wanted to take Lin Jin back. This was the safest way and would also make his sister feel at ease.

When Lin Jin heard the name Song Shixia, he immediately became conflicted.

Song Shiqiu looked at her steadily: "If you have any difficulties in your heart, you can tell me, and I will definitely solve them for you if I can."

Lin Jin looked up, hesitating whether to tell Song Shiqiu, but she definitely couldn't tell him about novels. So... maybe if Song Shiqiu knew about it, it would be more convenient to get the magic medicine?

And Song Shiqiu would definitely not harm Song Shixia.

Seeing her hesitation, Song Shiqiu asked Xunmian and others to watch from the side and not let anyone get close: "If there is anything they can't hear, you can't say it. Now it's just you and me, can you rest assured?"

Lin Jin was still unsure. If she told it, how would she explain to Song Shiqiu that she knew about it? The system on Lin Lin's body could only be seen and used by Lin Lin. As long as Lin Lin didn't want to, she had no way to prove that she was telling the truth.

"Sir, will you believe everything I say?" Lin Jin decided to take a gamble.

"You say." Song Shiqiu nodded slightly.

"Then come closer." Lin Jin was still a little cautious.

Song Shiqiu took two more steps towards Lin Jin, but Lin Jin still asked him to get closer. He simply walked in front of Lin Jin and bent down: "You say."

"Lin Lin has medicine that can save Sister Shi Xia." Lin Jin said in a low voice, feeling a little uneasy and a little tingling on his scalp.

What if Song Shiqiu doesn’t believe it?

Lin Jin's breath hit his earlobes, feeling a little hot, but nothing was as shocking as Lin Jin's words. His eyes deepened slightly: "Xia Xia's disease is congenital deficiency."

That is to say, there is no cure.

"Believe me, what I said is true." Lin Jin was a little anxious, "She really did. As for the reason, I can't tell you, but I am sure she did. She is no longer my legitimate sister!"

It’s over. Does the villain think he’s crazy?

But the heroine really has it!

"Ah Jin, I know you care about Xia Xia, but some things can't be forced." Song Shiqiu reached out and touched Lin Jin's head. "If you don't want to live here anymore, go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. If anyone dares to bully you, just report my name, Song Shiqiu."

Lin Jin was a little touched, but not much. So is the bug of this world that no matter what she says, no one will believe it? She even ignored the fact that the villain touched her head.

It can't be that outrageous, right?

This is totally wrong. According to Song Shiqiu's temper, he would definitely try it even if it was impossible for him to hear it.

Damn novel setting.

Lin Jin didn't believe it, so she wanted to try again: "Sir, what if I tell you that the original Lin Liu is dead and I came from somewhere else?"

Song Shiqiu's expression did not change, but he looked at Lin Jin with a little pain in his eyes: "It turns out that the bullied Lin Liu is indeed gone, but don't say such nonsense, a gentleman does not talk about strange and chaotic things."

Lin Jin took a breath and said, "Do you really think so?"

She thought that her acting was flawless after traveling through time, but it turned out that the people in this book simply didn't accept this setting?

All she could say was, Six is ​​dead.

"Although you live in the Lin Mansion now, you still have to learn what you need to learn. I will ask Mr. Tu to come to the Lin Mansion to teach you." Song Shiqiu changed the subject, not wanting to hear Lin Jin talk nonsense again. "Don't say what you said just now, otherwise you will be burned as a monster."

Lin Jin: "Okay."

Forget it, I won’t struggle anymore.

It is better to rely on oneself than to rely on others.

"Remember not to be bullied and don't let your sister Shixia worry." Seeing that Lin Jin stopped talking nonsense, Song Shiqiu smiled slightly.

"Yeah." Lin Jin answered weakly.

Although she didn't expect the villain to help her, when the day really came and she found that the other party didn't believe her at all, she still felt powerless.

It felt as if the plot was silently mocking myself, laughing at my own wild imagination and useless efforts.