I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"We just don't investigate it for the time being. Isn't it common for a minister to take the blame for His Majesty? There's nothing to be surprised about." Song Shiqiu deliberately spoke with a relaxed look, trying to make a big deal out of a small matter.

Lin Jin felt as if he was being pricked by needles. His eyes were still fixed on Song Shiqiu's bandages. "Does your majesty not have guards? And what about the spies they mentioned? Are there spies in the Tiger Wing Army?"

The person who can catch Song Shiqiu off guard is either a familiar one or someone who is too close to him.

"Why do you look like you're about to cry? Ah Jin, why do you have so many tears?" Song Shiqiu put on his clothes one by one, walked over and took Lin Jin to the yard, "The people have been caught, Su Chengan and Xi Lilong are interrogating them."

Originally, the hook-pulling competition had already ended, but His Majesty suddenly had the urge to watch a competition between the two armies. He first asked Xi Lilong and Su Cheng'an to each lead a thousand soldiers to simulate a confrontation between the two armies, and then asked the two armies to compete in a horse battle.

Who would have known that among the ten people who finally came on stage to be conferred the title, there were actually two spies, who suddenly hid knives in their sleeves and tried to assassinate Xia Zhengan when he approached.

But he was also lucky. The soldiers trained a lot on weekdays, and the other side couldn't make any poisonous things. If he had been killed by the poison, he would have really died at this moment.

Lin Jin finally understood that everyone has times when they are self-righteous, and even Song Shiqiu is no exception.

She was furious, but couldn't say anything. Song Shiqiu, the emperor and his son, did nothing wrong. She couldn't find any fault with him. "That lord is really amazing. He can still laugh like this."

Song Shiqiu found Lin Jin's sarcastic tone even more amusing: "What else can I do? Should I make those people in secret look worried?"

He picked up the Qingtuan that had just been delivered, took a bite, and nodded in appreciation: "Ah Jin's skills in making snacks have improved. This Qingming Barley tastes really good."

"Whatever the adults say is right. I'm not the one who's injured anyway, so why should I be anxious?" Lin Jin was still sulking.

"I'll have someone prepare a carriage to go to Wanfu Mountain to see Xia Xia." Song Shiqiu avoided the subject. Lin Jin just needed to do what he wanted to do now. The rest was not something Lin Jin needed to get involved in.

Everyone works hard on the road, and they travel with the same wind even though they are thousands of miles apart.

Lin Jin didn't say anything else. After all, the matter was done and there was no point in saying anything more.

Song Shiqiu prepared a lot of paper money and gold ingots. In addition to visiting Song Shixia, he also wanted to worship his parents: "Ajin, come up with me."

"Ah?" Lin Jin knew that this was the grave of Song Shiqiu's parents. "Me? Would this be inappropriate?"

"We will come to see them sooner or later. Today is Qingming Festival, so just come with me." Song Shiqiu pulled Lin Jin's hand without saying a word.

Lin Jin: “…”

Forget it, these are also Shi Xia’s sister’s parents.

Lin Jin followed Song Shiqiu up, but saw four tombs lined up, one of which had an unmarked tombstone: "This is..."

Song Shiqiu looked at the blank stele and said, "This is the tomb of the late emperor. He did not want to be buried in the imperial mausoleum after his death, so he specifically asked me to bury him here."

His parents were buried by the previous emperor, in a specially chosen Feng Shui site. Later, another uncle also died, and his body was also buried here with the previous emperor.

They promised to be buried together after death and remain close friends in the afterlife, so the late emperor came to fulfill his promise.

Lin Jin stared at Song Shiqiu in a daze. She suddenly understood why Song Shiqiu grew up to be a noble man even though he suffered a great disaster at a young age. In addition to Song Shiqiu himself, this was also inseparable from the teachings of Song Shiqiu's parents and the late emperor.

The late emperor loved Song Shiqiu like his own son. Song Shiqiu's parents also taught him the way of being a loyal subject since he was young. Even now, others may feel regretful when talking about the Song family in the past. The Song family has never produced mediocre people. Maybe not everyone is like Song Shiqiu, but they are all talented people when taken individually, and the worst one can be a good county governor.

Seeing that she was silent, Song Shiqiu smiled and said, "They have known each other since childhood. Their friendship is just like that between you and Xia Xia. It is not surprising that the late emperor did this."

"Daxia is fortunate to have a good relationship between its ruler and his subjects." After Lin Jin finished speaking, she burned paper money silently. She thought Song Shiqiu would have a lot to say, just like Liu Zhengqing, but Song Shiqiu only said a few words about Daxia and then did not speak again.

"Sir?" Lin Jin looked at him, then at the four tombs.

Aren’t you going to say it anymore?

"There are so many things that cannot be said in a few words. I will go and reminisce with them a hundred years later." Song Shiqiu was too embarrassed to continue. He made three vows back then, and now only the last one was left.

Lin Jin noticed the sadness in his voice and didn't know what to say or how to comfort him. She considered leaving Song Shiqiu alone, but as soon as she stood up, her arm was grabbed and she could only sigh.

A spring breeze blew up the ashes in front of them, and some of the paper ash fell on Song Shiqiu's head. Lin Jin wondered whether to help Song Shiqiu brush it off, but in the end she didn't do it and just gave him a reminder.

"Sir, your hair and crown are covered with dust." Lin Jin lowered his slightly raised hand.

Song Shiqiu took a deep look at the row of graves and casually patted them twice, not caring whether they were clean or not: "Let's go and see Xia Xia."

"Yeah." Lin Jin nodded.

There were many fruits and vegetables used for worship placed in front of the tombs of Song Shixia and Lin Jin, and there were also several piles of paper ashes, all of which were burned by relatives of other people on Wanfu Mountain, some for Song Shixia and some for Lin Jin.

Lin Jin put the snacks she brought on the table: "Sister, two plates of this jujube paste cake are made by me, and one of them is bought from Yipinzhai. You can try it."

Song Shiqiu used the excuse of going to the top of the mountain to take a look and left the space to Lin Jin.

Seeing him leave, Lin Jin simply sat down on the steps: "Sister Shi Xia, I feel so restless recently."

"Huai Ning, Huai Ning might blame me. I'm not her real cousin. I hid it from her and enjoyed her kindness to Lin Liu. I also always tried to change her. In her heart, I am probably a liar now."

"If you were still here, you would definitely understand me, right? The only person in the world who can persuade Huaining is Lin Liu. If she doesn't ask me, I can hide it, but if she asks me, I don't want to lie to her. But even so, I feel so miserable."

She knew that anything obtained through deception would be exposed sooner or later. She wanted to change Tu Huaining, but she didn't want to deceive him. What should she do now?

"As long as Lin Lin has the system, Huai Ning will not be able to kill her. But she can't kill Lin Lin, but Lin Lin can kill her back." Lin Jin covered her face in pain. She just wanted everyone around her to live well, why was it so difficult? "I really want her to survive, even if she hates me in the end."

Lin Jin only wanted to save Song Shixia at the beginning, and now she wants to save everyone, but she is always conflicted when facing Liu Zhengqing and Tu Huaining. There is always a hurdle that she can't get over, even though she keeps telling herself in her heart that she only needs to change the fate of two people, and nothing else matters.

But people are always contradictory and complicated. Even when Guigui wrote the character of Lin Liu and based it on herself as the prototype, it is not her if it is not her, and even the person who is reincarnated is not her.

"I want to return the things that belong to Lin Liu to him. If their feelings do not belong to me, it does not matter if I lose them. But I cannot watch them walk into the predetermined ending."

"I know it's ridiculous to talk about life being above everything else in this era. I even know that they killed many people in places I can't see, but sister, is there really no way?"

It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival. Lin Jin looked at the foggy sky. She knew that Song Shixia would never answer her, but she found that she could only ask Song Shixia in this world. The only person in this world who truly understood her was her sister Shixia.