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

"The young lady fainted next door."

Fuling did not hide the fact that many people saw Imperial Doctor Jing calling for help and sending the young lady out, so it could not be concealed at all.

Besides, the young lady has given the third master a lot of authority, and as the young lady's personal maid, I should obey it.

Fu Nanjia had wanted to kill Jing Shiyue for a long time, but out of respect for Lu Ningshuang, he did not cause trouble for him but ignored him.

Hearing this news, he sneered:

"Next door? Jing Shiyue, great!"

His expression was as gloomy as it could be.

On the other side, Jing Shiyue sat on the floor with his back against the bed, his elbows on his knees, his fingertips tangled in his hair.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and was overwhelmed by boundless pain.

When the iron rod in Fu Nanjia's hand made a sound of breaking through the air, he didn't react at all.

There was a "bang" sound, and it was the sound of an iron rod hitting his shoulder.

With a "bang", he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Fu Nanjia no longer wanted to curse. He sat in the wheelchair with a grim expression, swinging the iron rod at Jing Shiyue again and again.

There were sounds of flesh being torn apart and bones breaking. Fu Nanjia did not hold back at all.

The first time Jing Shiyue was beaten by Fu Nanjia was because of the Heart-Eating Poison and the Muscle Softening Powder, and the second time was because he didn't want to resist.

When the tenth blow of the stick landed on his waist, he coughed up a mouthful of blood on the ground, then suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the iron stick that was coming at him for the eleventh time.

The hand suddenly sank, and blood slowly flowed down the wrist.

He stood up with difficulty, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and leaned on the edge of the bed looking over in a miserable state.

"How is the second young lady?"

His throat was burning and the sound he made was rough and hoarse like sand.

Several bones are broken and it will probably take several days to recover.

Fu Nanjia pulled the iron rod back with force. Jing Shiyue staggered and said sarcastically:

"You are so good at martial arts, can't you hear the noise in the house?"

Jing Shiyue rested his arms on the edge of the bed. The wooden hairpin that held his hair up was long gone, and his bloodstained white hair was draped over his shoulders in a slightly messy state.

He closed his eyes and murmured to himself:

"I can hear it, I can hear it clearly, all the movements..."

Including their lingering breathing and the gurgling sound of water.

He couldn't help but wonder why he was only blind, it would have been better if he was deaf as well?

But he could no longer see her, and if he could no longer hear her voice, she would be completely removed from his world.

His heart was tormented over and over again. Perhaps this was the result Miss Lu wanted!

"Fu, you better get out! I am willing to be beaten by you because I really made the Second Miss faint. I was wrong and I am willing to accept the punishment.

But that doesn't mean you can keep hitting me! I remember the 19 sticks last time and the 10 sticks this time!

Your martial arts skills have long been wasted, and what you have now are nothing more than stolen. No matter how much skill you have, without a foundation, it is like a castle in the air.

You may not be able to beat me."

Fu Nanjia raised his eyelids and uttered a few words coldly:

"Want to try?"

Jing Shiyue said coldly:

"Then try it!"

He raised his hand and threw out a silver needle, which shot towards Fu Nanjia's forehead like lightning. Fu Nanjia sat in place and swept his sleeve, and the silver needle instantly shot into the inside of the beam.

"Is that all you have? Nothing more than that."

"Hehe, just testing the waters, you better catch it!"

……

Two quarters of an hour later, Fuling placed the medicine steadily on the table, pulled out the dagger tied to his calf, turned around and ran out of the boudoir, kicking the door of the ear room open.

"Bang!!!"

"Crack!!!"

The two men who were fighting fiercely attacked at the same time, and the fine carved wooden door was instantly shattered into pieces.

Fuling roared in anger:

"Can you try again?!"

Two murderous intentions were locked onto her.

Fuling gnashed his teeth and said:

"The young lady has a fever and you are still fighting here, are you deliberately trying to make her suffer?"

The two wounded men were as quiet as chickens.

"Bah! You bastard! You are no good!"

Fuling stomped her feet, spat viciously into the room, then turned and left with the dagger in her hand.

Lu Yingxue, who rushed over after hearing the news, happened to see Fuling's arrogant side. She looked towards the room where the door was missing with curiosity, and the word "shock" popped up in her eyes.

"Jing Shiyue? What happened? Didn't you run away with Xiaoshuang on your back?

And Fu Nanjia, what are you doing? Xiaoshuang's house was messed up, you are really good!"

After complaining a few words, Lu Yingxue hurried into the house.

Lu Ningshuang was lying alone on the bed, her face red and pale, and she was almost delirious from the fever.

Lu Yingxue didn't have time to care about the two psychos, nor did she have time to understand the whole story, so she quickly asked Fuling to bring some cold water.

After reluctantly feeding him the antipyretic medicine, he wiped his forehead again and again to cool down.

She wanted to rub her belly so that the temperature would drop faster, but considering Lu Ningshuang's cold body condition, she didn't dare touch her belly.

By the time the situation stabilized, the lights were already on.

Lu Yingxue wiped the sweat from her face with a fever-reducing face towel and carefully inquired about Lu Ningshuang's condition.

Fuling looked at the unconscious girl on the bed and felt so distressed that tears welled up in her eyes.

“This is all normal, young lady has always come here like this.

Because of my physical condition, my period comes once every six months, and each time I have to lie down for a month, during which time I feel like my life is worse than death.

The eldest lady didn’t like my young lady before, so she definitely didn’t care about these things, but I think it’s true that my young lady often faints.”

Although there are fake ones, it doesn’t matter.

"I... really don't know."

Lu Yingxue gently combed the girl's hair, her expression becoming very complicated.

Once upon a time, they were almost from two different worlds.

As the younger sister, Xiaoshuang was doted on and had everything she wanted. However, as the older sister, she was treated like a concubine who could not be seen in public and suffered all kinds of torture.

She could not empathize with her sickly sister's pain, and only felt that her sister was surrounded by people and had a glamorous and bright life.

So what if I’m not feeling well? Aren’t there imperial doctors on call at any time?

To be honest, Lu Yingxue didn't know much about Lu Ningshuang. If Lu Ningshuang hadn't deliberately caused trouble, Lu Yingxue would never have gotten close to her.

Perhaps they are the closest strangers.

However, when Lu Ningshuang's affectation took on the truest meaning, the pain she endured woven into an impenetrable net that entrapped Lu Yingxue.

When she felt the coolness on her cheeks, Lu Yingxue realized that she was crying.

"Don't go..."

There were soft mumblings coming from the bed.

Lu Yingxue wiped her face roughly, leaned over and put her ear close to what she was saying.

Suddenly, a warm arm popped out from under the quilt and rested on her neck.

Lu Yingxue turned her head and happened to meet the red and somewhat blurry eyes.

"Sister...accompany me..."

After Lu Yingxue agreed with tears in her eyes, she said vaguely:

"Wait for me to slowly... go to the dungeon with you..."

Lu Yingxue, enduring the congestion in her throat, covered her mouth and cried out.