I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin was actually a little resistant when she saw the carriage. She had experienced motion sickness the last time she took a carriage to the Song Mansion. For someone who is prone to motion sickness, a carriage is even more torturous than a car. If she hadn't thought that it was the villain's home, she would have vomited.

"What are you standing there for?" Seeing Lin Jin standing there in a daze with a look of resistance, Song Shiqiu felt even more unhappy. "Do you want to walk over there?"

Lin Jin was so scared that she quickly climbed onto the carriage, but her posture made Song Shiqiu's forehead veins bulge. Song Shiqiu, who thought he had seen countless people, never expected that there would be a woman like Lin Jin in the world.

She doesn't look like a girl at all!

"Miss Lin Liu, women don't open their knees." Song Shiqiu almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Don’t you have any manners at all?

Lin Jin looked at Song Shiqiu in confusion.

Don't open your knees? What does it mean to open your knees? How can you walk without opening your knees?

Song Shiqiu suppressed his temper and put the blame on the Lin family: "It's okay."

Lin Zhi, this old man.

It was only after Lin Jin got on the carriage that she realized that there were differences in the quality of carriages. The carriage of the villain was obviously more stable than the one that the Lin family had used to send her away a few days ago. She didn't even feel her stomach churning.

When they arrived at the teahouse, Lin Jin followed Song Shiqiu like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, her mind already filled with a series of "wow".

Even a rookie like her could tell that the people who could afford to come to this teahouse were either rich or noble. Although she could not read the words of this era, she knew with her toes that this must be the private property of the big villain, Tingyu Tower.

"What are you looking at?" Song Shiqiu's voice pulled Lin Jin out of her own little world.

"I'm looking at the master... eh?" Lin Jin looked left and right, only seeing Song Shiqiu, and immediately shrank her neck, "Master, you are so rich. Where is Sister Shixia?"

Why are she and the villain the only ones left?

"She went to the compartment first. Seeing that you were so engrossed in watching, she didn't call you. Do you seem a little happy?" Song Shiqiu's eyes lightly passed over Lin Jin. He stretched out his hand to press the corner of his forehead to suppress the faintly emerging blue veins. He was thinking whether he should submit a memorial to impeach Lin Zhi after the rest.

Lin Jin was startled. Song Shiqiu's eyes always made her panic: "Ah? Really? It's just the first time I've seen such a good teahouse, so I feel a little surprised. Happy, of course I'm happy, I've never been to such a good place before."

This is the truth, she just didn't tell the whole story, but it shouldn't be considered a lie.

Song Shiqiu seemed to be thinking about whether what Lin Jin said was true or not. In the end, he looked at Lin Jin with disdain: "You have never seen the world."

Lin Jin had a smile on her face, with an obvious flattering tone, as if to say that everything Song Shiqiu said was right.

Song Shiqiu didn't expect Lin Jin to be so shameless, and for a moment he couldn't continue to scold her: "Okay, put that away and sit properly. It's not right for a girl to stand or sit properly."

If he still can't speak with his head held high, then he is a failure as a prime minister.

Lin Jin immediately stood up obediently, like an obedient doll.

"Go back and learn the rules from the nanny. I don't care how you behave in the Lin family now, but you are in my house now. If you behave like this again when you go out in the future, it will be a disgrace to me." Song Shiqiu snorted coldly.

Those who didn't know would think that he, the Prime Minister, didn't even have the money to hire a nanny to teach him.

Lin Jin nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yeah."

The villain has been disliking her for some time. It can't be because she doesn't have the rules and manners of the ancients, right?

Lin Jin thought about this possibility in her mind, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be true. Every time Song Shiqiu frowned, his face was full of disgust.

But as a modern person, how could she have the same manners as Song Shixia? Just think about it and you will know that it is impossible.

Song Shiqiu took Lin Jin to the compartment, but Lin Jin, who followed Song Shiqiu obediently, was stared at.

"Lin Er, look, is that your concubine sister Lin Liu? Why is she walking with the Prime Minister?"

Lin Lin, who was listening to a book, was patted. She was unhappy to be interrupted, but she still looked in the direction of the other person's hand and squinted her eyes: "Really, the Prime Minister actually brought Lin Liu here, his vision can't be that bad, right?"

Song Shiqiu not only did not throw away the concubine's daughter who was casually thrown away by the Lin family, but he even brought her out to listen to books.

"What's going on? Didn't your concubine sister make a fool of herself in the capital a few days ago? Now she is getting so close to a man from another family. Does she really want to lose her reputation?" A noble lady looked at Lin Lin curiously, like a gossiper, with ridicule in her eyes.

Lin Lin sneered: "What kind of fame does she want? It's just a thing born of a prostitute. My father gave her to the Prime Minister's sister as a playmate a few days ago, and now she seems to be favored."

But I didn't expect that the Prime Minister would be so undiscerning about food and would not even despise such a notorious woman.

Lin Liu is indeed a foxy person.

"Ah? Putting aside other things, can Song Er, with his self-righteous character, accept Lin Liu?" The man had a look of doubt on his face. Song Shixia was notoriously difficult to get along with among the noble ladies, but since Song Shixia had a brother who was the prime minister, no one dared to say anything.

"You are stupid. No matter how self-righteous Song Er is and how he despises Lin Liu, he can't control her brother's room." Another girl smiled softly, "Why should I care about Song Shixia if I can please Song Shiqiu?"

The girl who was speaking was Princess Fang Yuzhu, who was from the family of the current emperor's younger brother. She had been favored since childhood and had no fear of powerful officials like Song Shiqiu. She talked about him without restraint, laughing when she wanted to and scolding when she wanted to.

But Fang Yuzhu dared to laugh at Song Shiqiu, but the others did not dare. They could only laugh in a low voice, but they did not dare to say a word, for fear that their words would bring trouble to the family.

In fact, Lin Jin only had a vague understanding of the story told by the storyteller. Her classical Chinese was not very good, and she could not translate the classical Chinese interspersed in the story, so it was very boring for her to listen to.

Lin Jin went out to urinate and get some fresh air, but unexpectedly she bumped into Lin Lin. She had never seen Lin Lin before, but the original owner's fear of this eldest sister seemed to be engraved in her bones. She felt cold all over at the first sight of her. Even Lin Lin's pretty face looked like a demon in her eyes.

"Ah!" Lin Jin was so shocked that he missed the wooden stairs and fell down.

A trace of surprise flashed across Lin Lin's eyes, and he immediately became fierce.

This slut actually dared to frame her.

Lin Lin stood there, the fierceness in his eyes had long disappeared, replaced by a face full of concern, and hurriedly ran down to help Lin Jin up: "Sixth sister!"

Song Shiqiu and Song Shixia also heard the sound and hurried out, only to find Lin Jin lying on the first floor in a miserable state, his face as pale as gold paper, with blood oozing from his forehead.

"Ajin!" Song Shixia didn't care what happened and walked down quickly, "Call the doctor!"

Lin Lin felt that he had died unjustly. He had known that Lin Jin was a nuisance, but he had never expected that he would dare to plot against him in public.

Song Shiqiu looked at the pitiful Lin Lin coldly: "Miss Lin Er can't tolerate her own concubine sister?"

Song Shiqiu's words almost directly convicted Lin Lin, and Lin Lin's face turned pale: "Prime Minister, you must have evidence when you speak!"

"No, I accidentally stepped on empty air and fell down." Lin Jin was in so much pain that it was difficult for her to speak, but she still explained tremblingly, "My leg seems to be broken."

"Don't talk, the court doctor will be here soon." Song Shixia carefully wiped the wound caused by Lin Jin's fall with a handkerchief.

Lin Lin raised his head and looked at Song Shiqiu with tears in his eyes. Song Shiqiu just lowered his eyes and didn't give him another look.

Even if he was wrong, no one could blame him.