I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin tried hard to conceal her identity as a woman, but there was always one thing that could not be concealed: she had to travel with them for a few months, but she had her menstrual period.

The system can only change her body shape, but cannot change her physiological structure to replace her body.

Perhaps it was because of the hardships of sleeping in the open air, drinking cold water and taking cold showers along the way, Lin Jin experienced the long-lost dysmenorrhea. Fortunately, there were painkillers provided by the system, but even so, she still had backache and general discomfort.

"Why do you look like an eggplant that has been exposed to the wind and frost all night? You are so wilted today. What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Buyin was riding a horse beside Lin Jin and he quickly noticed the discomfort Lin Jin showed.

Lin Jin forced a smile. The pain in her waist made her feel very uncomfortable. "Maybe I accidentally twisted my waist when I was sleeping last night. Now I feel a little uncomfortable."

After hearing this, Meilikang stopped the horse and said, "Why are you still riding the horse? Let's switch and you can sit in the carriage."

"No, no, no, I don't know how to drive a carriage." Lin Jin was afraid that if she made a mistake, the carriage would fall into a ditch.

"It's okay. All the children of our grasslands know how to do it. Yang Muer is here. If you feel uncomfortable, just take a rest." Mei Likang held Lin Jin's waist with both hands and took Lin Jin off the horse's back and put him on the carriage as if he were his own son. "You are still too thin. When our Uighur boy was as tall as you, he was heavier than two of you."

Yang Mule had changed his position as soon as Melikan jumped off the carriage, picked up the whip that was originally in Melikan's hand and prepared to be the coachman.

Lin Jin looked at their muscular bodies, smiled and said nothing. If she also had a muscular body, that would be... The picture was too beautiful. Forget it, she didn't think about it anymore.

Her waist was sore, and she felt less uncomfortable after leaning on something. She watched as Yang Mule just gently pulled the reins and the horse started running again. She fell back out of habit, but only for a moment, and the rest of her didn't shake much.

"You drive the carriage quite well." Lin Jin praised in a low voice.

Yang Muer glanced at her lightly, as if stabbing her: "Humph, hypocritical Han Chinese."

Lin Jin: “…”

She really praised me, okay?

"Do you have any misunderstandings about me?" Lin Jin felt Yang Muer's hostility towards the Han people, "Maybe things are not what you think."

Yang Muer glanced at her. She didn't believe what the Han people said at all. "You are a Han Chinese, so you will naturally speak for the Han Chinese. Why would the Han Chinese care about us Hu people? The saying 'a gentleman keeps his word' is just a nice thing to say."

"To use your Chinese language, it means being hypocritical and saying one thing but thinking another."

During the time that Yang Muer escaped, he met many people and things, and saw many Hu people who were making a living under the Han people. The monarch of Daxia was a Han Chinese, and the Han people were superior to other ethnic groups like them. No matter whether they were defeated captives in the past, or the Uighurs and Xianbei who later surrendered to Daxia, these Hu people were inferior in the eyes of the Han people.

In the eyes of the Han people, they had no written language and were illiterate. They were inferior people and barbarians who ate raw meat and drank blood.

But when they swore an oath of blood at the beginning, the covenant they signed was not like this. It was a covenant betrayed by the Han people. Why did she have to marry? It was not that she was unwilling to make sacrifices for the Uighurs, but she did not want to marry a treacherous person.

How could a treacherous nation be truly willing to save her people? She came back not because she believed in the Han people, but the further she went, the more she understood what the tribe leader meant when he said that they had no other choice and had no way to retreat except to Daxia.

Even if Daxia abandoned the alliance first, Daxia was the only one that could save the Uighurs. They were all going to die anyway, so it was better to gamble on the conscience of the Daxia monarch. If she won the bet, the Uighurs could survive. If she lost, she would live and die with her people within the palace walls.

Lin Jin listened in silence to Yang Mule's evaluation of the Han people.

"Yang Muer, I don't know what you've been through. There must be some misunderstanding. You are all good people, but can you say that there are no bad people among the Uighurs? There are indeed some bad people among the Han people, but they are definitely not all Han people. At least our Majesty is not, the Prime Minister is not, and our generals are not. They are all upright gentlemen and real men who stand tall and proud."

"I am not saying these things because I am a Han Chinese. I just think that since you are called a saint, you should shoulder the responsibility of your Uighur people. If that is the case, you should not be blinded by one-sided things and lose your own judgment."

"If His Majesty is really a hypocrite, how could he change his mind just because of a little girl like you? If you really want to protect your people, you shouldn't go to the capital with hatred in your heart."

"Only a covenant between gentlemen will be effective. Even if there is no written document or any token, it will be engraved in the heart. Only two nations that trust each other can sign a true covenant."

If even she could sense the malice, how could those people in the capital not notice it? She was an ordinary person and could treat Yang Mulu as a little sister, but that might not be the case in the eyes of those old foxes in officialdom. They might not think that Yang Mulu was just a child and tolerate such contempt.

If Yang Muer had been more humble, perhaps Daxia would have been willing to send troops even without the marriage proposal. But with Yang Muer's attitude, even if the marriage proposal was really made, the result for the Uighurs would not be good. No matter how kind Daxia was, it would not allow others to provoke it like this.

Yang Mule felt cold all over after hearing what Lin Jin said. She originally thought that what she said would make Lin Jin angry, but that didn't happen. Instead, Lin Jin told her more reasons.

Meilikang and Zhuang Buyin have always wanted the two to spend more time together so that Lin Jin could persuade Yang Mule, or to let Yang Mule realize that not all Han people are bad and that he can reduce his hostility towards the Han people.

But even they didn't expect Lin Jin to say these words.

"Why are you telling me all this." Yang Mule clenched her hand slightly on the whip. She always had a cold face towards Lin Jin. She thought that her indirect accusations just now would make Lin Jin angry.

Why can this person still say such words with such a gentle face?

"Why can't I tell you this?" Lin Jin felt that Yang Mu'er was young. Even if she had treated her badly along the way, everyone has moments of confusion and bad temper. There was no need for her to care so much about a child.

Yang Muer bit his lip and said, "Because I don't like you Han people, why are you telling me this?"

She has been so annoying these days, shouldn't Lin Jin watch her make mistakes?

"There is no love or hate without reason in this world. You have your reasons for hating the Han people, and it's not a wrong thing." Lin Jin felt more distressed for Yang Mule.

Yang Mule was just acting like this out of pity for his own people, he hadn't done anything bad, and she didn't want to see Yang Mule get into trouble for no reason.

Yang Mule looked at Lin Jin with a very strange look, then began to concentrate on driving the carriage and never said another word to Lin Jin.

Lin Jin was sleepy and tired due to her menstrual period, so she just found a fulcrum and fell asleep. When she woke up, Meilikang and others were setting up the pot to cook. When she was about to sit up, she found another head leaning on her head.

It was Yang Muer. They had probably stopped to rest a long time ago, but she fell asleep leaning on Yang Muer and hadn't woken up yet, so Yang Muer also fell asleep leaning on her.

"You're awake now. The wild vegetable soup is just ready. The other food is not ready yet. Come and have a bowl of soup to fill your stomach first." Zhuang Buyin poured two bowls of steaming soup and brought them to Lin Jin and the others.

As soon as Lin Jin moved, Yang Muer woke up. The two of them sat in the car and drank soup with their bowls in hand.

After a bowl of hot soup, Lin Jin felt better, but she still had to find a place where no one was around to clean up: "I'm going to relieve myself."

After Lin Jin left, Yang Muer looked at Zhuang Buyin and asked, "Where did the wild Gastrodia elata come from?"