I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin met Song Shiqiu's inquiring gaze and nodded: "I'm timid." When she lowered her eyes, she seemed to hear a laugh, and the laugh was filled with deep helplessness.

"Don't be afraid. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." Song Shiqiu took her to sit in the pavilion and lowered his head to look at his and Lin Jin's clasped hands.

Lin Jin said that she was not used to being too intimate with men. He didn't know what the era was like in which Lin Jin lived, but nowadays, what he did was considered overstepping the boundaries, and he knew it was wrong.

Lin Jin looked at Song Shiqiu who suddenly stopped talking. Seeing that he kept looking at his hands, she was a little confused about what was going on.

"Sir?" Lin Jin called out.

"Ajin." Song Shiqiu suddenly raised his eyes and looked into her eyes.

Lin Jin's heart skipped a beat. She felt that this look made her a little scared, but their eyes only met for a moment before Song Shiqiu lowered his eyes again.

She was just breathing a sigh of relief that she didn't have to face such a terrifying look, but before she could finish venting her anger, she felt her hand being lifted up.

Lin Jin held her breath, Song Shiqiu's figure reflected in her pupils. She saw the other party raised his hand, and with his eyes closed, he gave a warm kiss on the inside of her wrist.

She felt as if her hand was burned, and quickly pulled it back, her cheeks flushed: "What are you doing?"

Song Shiqiu looked at his empty palm, then raised his eyes to look at Lin Jin, with a smile in his eyes: "Ah Jin, even if you don't want to call me Qiu Lang, you can call me by my name, you don't have to call me Sir all the time."

Lin Jin covered her face, finally realizing what it felt like to be so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die. A muffled voice came out from between her fingers: "Why didn't you say hello first!"

"Say hello first? Ajin won't be shy?" Song Shiqiu seemed confused, but also seemed to be asking a question that he knew the answer to.

Of course not, Lin Jin pouted angrily: "If you say hello first, I can reject you, and there will be no option of being shy."

Song Shiqiu chuckled, with joy in his eyes and brows. His originally handsome facial features seemed to be coated with a layer of light at this moment.

Lin Jin was dazzled by his appearance like a peacock spreading its tail. After a closer look, she realized that the moon had become much brighter at some point, and the light on Song Shiqiu's body was moonlight.

She looked at Song Shiqiu sadly: "Why do I feel like I'm not as good-looking as you?"

The more she looked at him, the more she felt that Song Shiqiu should just be a flower on the mountain top, and why did he have to come down to earth to be so unhappy?

"Hmm?" Song Shiqiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's okay, Song Shiqiu, can you find Master Xianglian?" Lin Jin shook her head quickly. Beauty is nothing but withered bones, why bother about this? "You also know that Chunzao is not suitable for this place. She is not happy here. I want to send her home."

Song Shiqiu frowned. Xianglian didn't live in the temple, but traveled around all year round. It was all up to fate or he would come to you. "If you want to find him, I'll ask Baihe to keep an eye on him. But Xianglian may not be able to help her go back."

"We have to give it a try. I think he should be able to do it." Lin Jin had this hunch that since Xianglian could guide her back, he must have the ability to communicate between the two worlds.

She looked at the Buddhist beads on her wrist. It was something that was lost and found again. She left it in Jiangnan and did not bring it back. Liu Zhengqing only brought back Qiong Yu, and she did not care much about the other things. However, she did not expect that she could still find the Buddhist beads when she came back this time.

Even if Lin Jin returned to the 21st century, the Buddhist beads were still in her hand. She knew that it was probably a treasure, but apart from that time she didn't know what its use was.

"These Buddhist beads..." Song Shiqiu hesitated to speak.

"Do you know it? It was given to me by Master Xianglian." Lin Jin stretched out his hand in front of Song Shiqiu.

Song Shiqiu stroked the Buddhist beads and said, "Not really. The material of these Buddhist beads should be the same piece of wood as Xia Xia's sandalwood bracelet. There is indeed a destiny between the two of you."

Everything is so coincidental.

Lin Jin was stunned and remained silent.

She quickly adjusted her mood and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about this. Tomorrow is not the princess' wedding. What gift should I prepare? Pearls and jade jewelry or rare treasures? Oh, I just wanted money but it was useless. Now I need money."

Song Shiqiu took in all the changes in her expression and laughed twice: "I'll prepare it for you."

"Then consider this as a loan for now, and I'll return it to you later. This is a gift for the princess, and I have to pay for it out of my own pocket." Lin Jin and Song Shiqiu calculated it clearly, and suddenly she realized how poor she was. How could she forget that her friend was going to get married.

Song Shiqiu laughed out loud, as if he thought Lin Jin was a little silly: "You are rich. When you and I got married, Liu Zhengqing and Tu Huaining prepared a lot of dowry for you. With my betrothal gift, you are not a poor person now."

Although he and Lin Jin had a ghost marriage three years ago, not many people knew about it. He held a grand wedding banquet, and it was good to hold a large buffet, but only a few people were actually invited. But even so, the gifts were still collected by several warehouses.

"Ah?" Lin Jin was stunned. She had money? Then how could she account for the guilt she felt all this time because she had been eating and drinking at Song Shiqiu's expense?

"Well...you are really rich." Song Shiqiu laughed muffledly.

Lin Jin used to think that she was so poor that she could barely make ends meet and had nothing except working hard for Song Shiqiu. But now she has become a rich person. She feels like she is dreaming, but also feels it is very reasonable.

"Then how much worse am I than you?" Lin Jin knew it was a little far-fetched, but she was just curious. "Only count the money, not the other things."

Song Shiqiu hummed, as if he was thinking, but suddenly laughed: "Just looking at the property, you are richer than me."

"Is this true?" Lin Jin's voice rose a lot, full of surprise, with a look of "I'm not well educated, don't lie to me" written all over her face. "How can I be richer than you?"

Lin Jin felt that this feeling was really unreal, so her first reaction was that Song Shiqiu was lying to her. No matter how rich Liu Zhengqing and Tu Huaining were, she felt that they were not as rich as Song Shiqiu.

In order to avoid collusion between officials and businessmen in this era, officials were not allowed to be businessmen, and businessmen were not allowed to be officials. It was even difficult for businessmen to become officials, and the selection conditions were extremely strict. Officials could only do small businesses to increase the income of the government. As long as it was an official shop, there would be people watching it all the time, and it was impossible for one company to dominate the market.

The only exception in Daxia is Song Shiqiu, the imperial merchant and the emperor's close minister. Any position that can control the lifeline of the country can only be held by people who are extremely trusted by the emperor. Song Shiqiu has more than just these two privileges.

Even the White Crane Army, which was originally directly managed by the emperor, was handed over to Song Shiqiu.

"I gave you everything as a betrothal gift. Later, Liu Zhengqing and his friends brought back a lot of valuables as a dowry."

Lin Jin stood up, stepped back repeatedly, blinked, confused and shocked: "Fuck, Song Shiqiu, are you serious?"

Doesn’t this mean that…

Now all the money spent in the Prime Minister's Mansion is hers?

"Ah? Ah? Ah?" Lin Jin wanted to ask Song Shiqiu if he was in love, so she said that this person should not be emotional, because he would lose his mind if he was emotional. "Are you, are you stupid? You gave me everything?"

She remembered that later in the book, Song Shiqiu also gave all his wealth to Lin Lin.

This... this man is really in love.

"Yes." Song Shiqiu nodded, "Even the title deed to the Prime Minister's Mansion is given to you."

Lin Jin took a breath and said, "Then...what else do you have?"

Could it be that Song Shiqiu gave her everything except her sister Shixia's yard as a betrothal gift?

"Yes, I do have one. The golden nanmu desk in your study is mine, but it can't be completely considered mine."

"Golden nanmu??? What are you talking about? What golden nanmu?" Lin Jin covered his ears with both hands, with disbelief in his eyes, feeling as if he heard something beyond his own cognition.

If she remembered correctly, golden nanmu was very expensive in every era, and only the royal family could use it here.