The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

Lu Ningshuang was physically tired but in good spirits.

She asked Fuling to accompany her as they wandered around the yard, thinking of ways to torment people.

She has a different positioning for every man.

For example, Lu Yan is a watchdog locked up with iron chains and can be beaten and scolded at will. The bloody means of punishing people can only be used on him.

For example, Fu Nanjia was a bed-warming maid, and all she had to do was take care of her daily life, but she needed to be beaten frequently so that she would remember her position.

For example, Jiang Shuo is a free-range... Husky.

His solid build and broad back were among the best among the crowd, but his personality was not that of a gentle and shy male mother, which made Lu Ningshuang feel a little regretful.

For example, Eunuch Ji is the designated target of her 4i game.

Jing Shiyue is special. She will not hurt him at all. Instead, she will give him the best life. However, she is stingy with her emotions, making him live in fear.

It's all about mental taming and control.

She is a very vengeful person. Since he doesn't want to be a good lover, then he should taste the consequences of his own actions.

For example, when Jing Shiyue's heart-eating poison attacked, she would deliberately tell him in a slightly pleased tone:

"When I was in so much pain that I felt like I was dying, you mocked me for bringing it upon myself. Now the retribution has come upon you. How do you feel?"

Are you heartbroken? Do you regret it?

She simply returned to him what Jing Shiyue had done before he fell, and that was enough to break his heart.

Jing Shiyue's words and deeds that hurt the second lady of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion because of his foul mouth turned into bullets that shot at him continuously many years later.

It is really interesting to look back on the past, and it is even more interesting to see a miracle doctor struggling in the quagmire of love.

Lu Ningshuang loves the word "retribution" very much.

The attendant who was taking care of Jing Shiyue bowed at the steps and reported:

"Miss, that young man vomited blood and fainted. He hasn't woken up yet."

Lu Ningshuang leaned on the railing, feeding the koi in the pond, and replied indifferently:

"He is the doctor himself. He will treat himself when he wakes up."

She just didn't allow him to treat his eyes, but didn't restrict him from anything else. If you don't want to look her in the eye, then don't look at her for the rest of your life!

Besides, what’s so scary about vomiting blood?

She used to vomit blood all the time!

After the attendant left, Lu Ningshuang turned to look at Fuling beside her, and asked with concern and a cold tone, "Can you still hold on?"

It turned out that Fuling was kneeling on the broken porcelain pieces that had once held fish food.

"Slave, you can!"

Fuling pursed her lips tightly, and cold sweat ran down her pale face.

The look in her eyes remained unchanged, only filled with a loyalty hotter than volcanic lava.

Lu Ningshuang was very satisfied. Although she was eager to get her right-hand men back, it did not mean that she could tolerate them having any disloyalty.

Fuling came back yesterday. He was unkempt, covered in weapons, and the smell of his spoiled blood could be smelled from far away.

She stood in the middle of the yard, looking at Lu Ningshuang in the corridor from afar, moving her lips and calling out:

"Miss……"

Then there was silence.

Lu Ningshuang nodded and asked the maid to take her downstairs to wash and rest. She acted calmly, as if she had never left.

The test of loyalty began early this morning.

It is easiest to test the other person's true thoughts when he rushes back exhausted after hearing the call, and then suddenly does this after having a good rest.

If there is anything you cannot tolerate, Poria cocos cannot be kept.

Because that means her heart has changed.

She wouldn't want a hidden threat.

Lu Ningshuang asked the servants to move lunch to the pavilion on the other side of Chunhuaxuan, and Fu Nanjia rushed back from outside to serve her the food personally.

As for Fuling, he was still kneeling by the pond.

"Little sweetheart, try some fish sashimi."

Fu Nanjia served eagerly with a smile on his face. Having won the huge prize that night, he was in a very good mood. Even to the Lu family members (excluding Lu Ningshuang) whom he disliked, he rarely smiled.

He was so excited that he wanted to hug Xiaoguai and kiss him hard.

However, that is definitely impossible.

If you ask for more rewards, Xiaoguai will beat you.

Lu Ningshuang enjoyed Fu Nanjia's service without any psychological burden. At the same time, her eyes were always on Fuling, observing how long she could hold on.

After lunch, when she was about to lie down on a chair for a nap, Fuling finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

Lu Ningshuang, who was sitting on the recliner, narrowed her eyes slightly, kicked Fu Nanjia who was giving her a massage, and yawned.

"Take Fuling away and have someone treat her wound."

Fu Nanjia let her kick him in the stomach, and pressed his calves on his knees with appropriate pressure with his hands, but his expression was a little surprised.

"Will you let me go?"

Lu Ningshuang asked back:

"Can't I tell you?"

Fu Nanjia reacted instantly and gestured to his subordinates to take Fuling away for treatment.

After finishing, he placed his right hand in front of his body and nodded slightly, making an elegant gesture of submission.

"It's my brother's honor to serve Xiaoguai!"

……

August 15th is the Moon Festival.

Mrs. Lu got ready early.

Lu Ningshuang would take time out every day to accompany her mother and watch her prepare the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner with ease.

For Mrs. Lu, this is a rare reunion day.

Because Lu Ningshuang was in a coma, the family never celebrated any festivals since the Lantern Festival that year.

Today the world is barely stable, at least in Jinyang, people can live and work in peace and contentment. People are enthusiastic and there are lanterns to watch after dusk.

Mrs. Lu specially prepared three sets of new clothes for Lu Ningshuang, not to make her outshine the other girls, but to let her have fun at the lantern festival.

After all, when you go out to play, you’re happy if you dress nicely, right?

Lu Ningshuang was also waiting, waiting for the meeting with Liu Xunfeng on the Moon Festival.

She stood in front of a long agarwood desk, writing down the famous poems from memory. Fuling quietly ground ink beside her while admiring her calligraphy, which was as sharp as iron and silver.

Only by practicing calligraphy with famous works throughout the ages can one have more charm. She has written "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", "Preface to the Lanting Collection", "Praise of the Humble House", etc.

But every time she finished writing, she would burn it with her own hands.

Her current fame is enough for her, and she does not want to steal the bright pearls in literary history to fulfill her own false glory.

"Miss, it's fine, isn't it? Why burn it?"

Fuling asked curiously.

This is the good thing about a girl who has been following you since childhood. She can understand what you mean with just a glance, and will also ask questions when it is harmless.

The other servants didn't have the courage to question.

Lu Ningshuang held up her sleeves and wrote the "Water Melody" poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival: When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky...

She didn't even look up. "Not appropriate."

"My slave understands!"

Fuling smiled happily and ground the ink even harder.

The silly girl must not have understood, but it doesn’t matter.

"Stop grinding. I can't get over it."

Lu Ningshuang was halfway through writing when she saw the thick ink on the tip of the pen that refused to drip for a long time and fell silent.

Forget it, I won’t practice anymore.