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After Fang Liang finished howling like a wolf, he began to mutter something.

Lin Jin looked at the beams worriedly and asked Zhuang Buyin in a low voice, "What happened?"

"We Uighurs believe in shamans. If a shaman prays for our souls to be reborn after death, we will have no worries about food and clothing in our next life. He is learning from the shamans to pray for the souls of the pillars." Zhuang Buyin explained Fang Liang's seemingly strange behavior.

"Then... why do you have to learn to howl like a wolf?" Lin Jin was worried that Fang Zhu's death would be too much of a blow to Fang Liang, and even if it was for salvation, there was no need to learn to howl like a wolf.

"Because our ancestors were wolves, wolves are also our patron saints." Zhuang Buyin told Lin Jin about their beliefs. "I am like a gray wolf walking side by side with you, and like a black eagle coexisting with the world."

Lin Jin listened to the legend of the Uighurs. It turned out that in the eyes of the Uighurs, their ancestors gave birth to children with wolves, and then grew and became strong, so they regarded themselves as descendants of wolves, believed in wolves, and even their totem was a wolf.

Although this legend is far-fetched, after all, there is reproductive isolation, but Lin Jin still respects the beliefs of the Uighurs.

Zhuang Buyin saw that Lin Jin just nodded after listening, and couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything else you want to know? We Uighurs have many legends and beliefs."

"Ah, no, that's all. I'm just worried about Brother Fang. Now I understand what you said." Lin Jin smiled. She was not very interested in the history and beliefs of the Uighurs because she did not believe in them. She was afraid that she would accidentally reveal a bad expression and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Zhuang Buyin lowered his eyes in disappointment. Fang Liang had already finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures. He walked up to Lin Jin and knelt down with a plop.

"Hey, Brother Fang! What are you doing? Get up!" Lin Jin hurriedly went to pull the beam, "You are trying to shorten my life."

Fang Liang waved her hand away. Zhuang Buyin probably knew something, so he just stood aside and watched without saying anything.

"Lin..." Fang Liang swallowed his saliva, "Lin Jin, you saved Brother Mei and helped me bury my younger brother. You are a man of loyalty and righteousness, and you have done me a great favor. In the past, you and I could have become relatives with different surnames, and I would stand behind you and protect you for the rest of my life, but I am a mixed Hu, and you are a Han Chinese. I am not worthy of you."

"In my mind, there is no distinction between the mixed Hu and Han people. This is just our ethnicity, but ethnicity does not represent superiority or inferiority. Please get up quickly." Lin Jin said as he was about to continue pulling the beams. "You are Uighurs, but you are also Daxia people. I am also Daxia people. There is no difference between us."

Fang Liang kowtowed three times to her and said, "I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life. As long as you don't ask me to betray the Uighurs, I will do whatever you ask me to do. I will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life."

"It's not that serious, really. This is what normal people would do." Lin Jin pulled him up and smiled bitterly. "You've made me afraid to do these things again in the future. I haven't done anything great. I don't need you to repay me like this. I don't think I have any favors to you."

"When you are willing to go back to save the boss, you become different from many Han people. You don't know how hard life is for the Zaohu in Daxia." Fang Liang actually didn't think that Lin Jin would really treat them as friends. He even felt that sooner or later Lin Jin would show his disgust for the Zaohu like other people.

"Not everyone can say like you that there is no difference between the Han people and the mixed Hu people." Throughout history, whichever ethnic group the emperor sits on will be considered superior.

Lin Jin was stunned for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "I am not as noble as you say. Even if it were someone else who knew that Brother Mei might not be dead, they would choose to come back. Besides... I don't have the ability to change your current situation."

She knew very well that the Uighurs lived a hard life, but she could not change anything, and she did not need to be treated like a slave.

"I just did what I could." She had the ability to save Meilikang, but if she didn't, it would be called watching someone die. She didn't want anyone to thank her, she just didn't want to let her conscience go. "You really shouldn't say that again. You are a free person, nothing is more important than you. Don't promise to be a slave to others just because of this."

Lin Jin didn't think he had done anything remarkable: "There are so many loyal people in this world, this is nothing, and besides, Brother Fang and I knew each other, so it's my duty to bury him."

"Besides, this is called making good connections, which will surely bring you blessings."

After leaving the mountains, Lin Jin asked them what they were going to do. The escort vehicle was hijacked by bandits, so was there nothing they could do?

"We definitely can't get this escort car back. We can only plan for it later. But the mission to go to the capital is still there." Meilikan was just glad that he let Yang Mule leave first. It was a blessing in disguise that Yang Mule was okay.

If Yangmur died, they would be sinners of the Uighurs.

Meilikan and his companions' horses were taken away by bandits, so Lin Jin bought them two more horses and some dry food, dried meat and other food for them to eat on the road.

Lin Jin spent money happily, making the grown men feel embarrassed, but they were penniless now and had no other choice but to pay Lin Jin back later.

Lin Jin didn't care. Anyway, the money was given by Lin Lin. It didn't matter to her whether it was returned or not. If these people felt that they had to pay the money back to get by, then they should pay it back.

Without the need to pull an escort cart, the men moved much faster than before. It would have taken several months to reach the capital, but now it only took one month.

Lin Jin looked at the city gate and clasped his fists towards Mei Likang and the others: "Since we have arrived in the capital, let's say goodbye now and see you later."

"If we want to find you in the future, where should we go?" Yang Mule asked quickly.

Lin Jin was stunned and scratched his head: "If you want to find me, come to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

When the words "Prime Minister's Mansion" came out, the four of them were a little shocked. They knew that Lin Jin might not be an ordinary person, but they had never thought that he would be related to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"So... the good person you were talking about is Song Shiqiu, the Prime Minister of Daxia?" Yang Muer's face was tangled. Thinking of Lin Jin's evaluation of that person, he pouted and said, "No wonder you didn't want me to say bad things about those officials. It turns out that you are in the same group with them!"

Lin Jin raised his head and laughed: "If you say so, then it is not wrong. They are indeed in the same group, but even if they are not in the same group, he is indeed upright."

After Lin Jin parted with them, she rode Qiong Yu towards the Prime Minister's Mansion. It was just the time when Song Shiqiu was leaving court. She met Song Shiqiu's carriage directly at the fork in the road. She was very familiar with the carriages in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Song Shiqiu!" Lin Jin shouted without thinking.

Calling Song Shiqiu by his full name in public was offensive enough even though there were not many people on the road.

The carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion stopped. Song Shiqiu lifted the curtain on the window and looked at Lin Jin who was riding on the horse. It was an extremely unfamiliar face: "You..." He always felt that the eyes looked a little familiar, "Ajin?"

Seeing that he recognized her, Lin Jin guided Qiong Yu to walk to the carriage in small steps: "You actually recognized her. You are indeed the one."

"You... died again?" Song Shiqiu's expression was a little complicated. How come he became a man this time?

"No, for safety's sake, the system just disguised me." Lin Jin smiled awkwardly, "Your Excellency just came down from court, how have you been lately?"