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

The things in the jar scrambled to crawl out, opening their sharp mouthparts and trying to tear the red fingertips into pieces.

Lu Ningshuang calmly watched the boiling "black water" approaching, and the moment it touched her fingertips -

It was the size of a broad bean, with an exquisite and beautiful appearance and crystal clear body. It looked like a mutated cicada carved from fine pink crystal and appeared at the base of her thumb.

Those things immediately rolled back to the bottom of the jar like little rabbits seeing a big bad wolf.

Hugging each other tightly, trembling.

[Brother, I don’t dare. ]

[Brother, please let me go! ]

[Brother, we are in the same group...]

Xiao Bing slowly shook her wings, which were shining brightly due to the reflection of the sunset, and gracefully retracted them to her back.

【Little trash! 】

As the king of kings, it is extremely proud.

Although it will need to stay in its infancy for a long time due to excessive use of its strength, it can still easily suppress other poisonous insects with its bloodline.

Lu Ningshuang threw the blood into the jar. The poisonous insects kept obeying Xiaobing while punching their companions hard.

"Tsk, half of them are dead again."

Looking down at the healed wound on her fingertips, she cut it again with the dagger, dripped the blood into the jade teacup, mixed it with the tea, and called Fuling.

"Take this over to Jing Shiyue."

He hasn't been fed blood since the poison was applied. If the heart-eating poison in his body is not appeased, he will die.

Fuling stepped over the threshold holding the teacup. Jing Shiyue was lying on the ground, twitching all over, with a lot of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

When she supported him and fed him tea, he subconsciously became defensive.

When he heard her say "The lady told you to drink", he suddenly gave up resisting.

A strange smell of blood spread over the throat and flowed into the stomach, and the love insect living in the heart reached its peak activity level.

He fainted instantly.

Dinner was placed on the table as the servants came in one after another. There were four meat dishes, four vegetable dishes, one soup, one porridge, and two desserts, a total of twelve dishes.

Lu Ningshuang couldn't eat, so she asked Fuling to read her the long letter sent by Jiang Shuo.

Jiang Shuo's letter arrived together with the news that Lu Yan had escorted Bai Zhi to set off. The messenger said that Jiang Shuo would have to follow Xiao Churan to deal with subsequent matters in Quanzhou, and it would probably take him ten days or half a month to come back.

The contents of the letters are very diverse, ranging from daily meals to experiences, from human culture to thoughts.

There is only one purpose, and that is to report.

"Today, after finishing my work, I went for a walk on the street. The streets were deserted after the war, and there were not many people, but I came across a small stall in a remote alley.

The stall owner said it was Quanzhou specialty noodle dumplings. I tried it and it tasted okay. If I give it to you, Sister Shuang... forget it. It's not delicious at all!

On August 13, Jiang Shuo wrote this in the Quanzhou government office.

"I encountered a little trouble today. When I was sorting out Xiao Lingxuan's major industries, his concubine wanted to climb up the social ladder and run into the arms of King Jinyang.

Xiao Churan actually pushed people towards me!

Fortunately, I dodged quickly and gave the person to Fei Qiangguang, as compensation for putting him in a sack when I was a child.

Sister Shuang, I have always kept your words in mind and strictly followed them! Give me a compliment! (Attached is a hand-drawn picture of Lu Jin's wolf head)

On August 14, Jiang Shuo wrote in the pavilion of Xiaoyao Pavilion.

"Sister Shuang, today is the Moon Festival.

The prince ordered a reward for the army, but I only ate meat and didn't drink any alcohol, as drinking alcohol could easily cause problems.

I was sitting alone on the roof, looking up at the moon, and Lu Jin was howling with his head held high.

It is thinking about the wind and sand in the northwest, and I am thinking about you in Jinyang.

Looking back on the past few years, we have hardly ever celebrated any festivals together. Finally, you woke up and it was the Moon Festival, but I was away.

When I think of this, my heart becomes as cold as the water in Yunjiang River.

On August 15, Jiang Shuo wrote this with tears on the roof of the Huainan Palace.

"The weather is nice today, but Sister Yishuang will probably feel cold, so please put on more clothes..."

"Nowadays……"

The stack of letters in Lu Ningshuang's hand was getting smaller and smaller. When there were only two left, she did not hand them to Fuling, but instead instructed with a smile:

"Go to the yard and pick a branch of golden osmanthus. Then go to the kitchen and grab a handful of red beans and a branch of angelica. Ask the messenger to take them back."

Today, the attitude towards Jiang Shuo should be further improved, after all, he is a veteran figure.

Golden osmanthus is her, red beans represent lovesickness, and angelica should belong to her.

Given Jiang Shuo's sentimental and imaginative nature, he will definitely be able to figure out the deeper meaning of this.

In fact, all the flowers and plants in the yard can represent her, and the reason why they are planted is because they are in season and suitable for the occasion.

Imagine the fragrance of golden osmanthus under the moon, holding red beans and angelica in your hands, and lovesickness will have a smell and shape...

Damn, Ergou eats so well!

After the meal, two bowls of medicine were brought up one after another, one for nourishing the body and the other for regulating the cold.

If you ask why they are not combined into one bowl, after all, these are prescriptions written by two doctors, and the former has been modified to perfection.

That was the result of Jing Shiyue's three years of hard work. He pieced together, deleted, modified, and adjusted the dozens of prescriptions needed to nourish Lu Ningshuang's body.

The mutual restraint and subtraction of medicinal properties were taken into consideration, and the intended medicinal efficacy was retained with almost no side effects. After countless experiments, the taste was also made as sweet as possible.

This recipe can be called the culmination of all.

If one medicinal ingredient was added or removed, it would either become ineffective or poisonous. Liu Xunfeng did not dare to make any changes easily and could only prescribe a single prescription.

Fu Nanjia had reported before he left in the morning that he would be back late. Lu Ningshuang reluctantly took a mouthful of medicine and then walked in the yard wearing a cloak.

Just walking and walking, I came to the ear room.

After Jing Shiyue regained consciousness, he found that there was another breath in the room.

He was a little alert and a little confused. After he realized that the breathing belonged to Miss Lu, he let out a silent sigh with the corners of his mouth.

I thought it was poison, so in order to prevent him from doing anything bad, I got rid of him for Junior Brother Liu in advance.

It turned out not to be.

He looked in the direction of the breathing, placed his left palm on the ground in front of him, turned sideways with difficulty to raise his elbow, slowly climbed up, leaned his back against the edge of the bed and gasped.

He looked very disheveled, his hair, which was tied up with a jade hairpin, was already very loose, and his wide-sleeved sky-blue robe was a little dirty from rolling on the ground.

Mainly because of the blood, the Feishuang Pavilion is paved with warm jade floors, which are cleaned by servants every day, so there is no possibility of accumulated dust.

He raised his bony hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spoke the carefully considered words to break the deadlock:

"Ms. Lu must not have taken her medicine seriously again."

"how do you know?"

Lu Ningshuang knelt beside him, responded casually, and continued to play with his white hair.

Jing Shiyue tried hard to think but couldn't find a suitable answer. When he was getting anxious, Lu Ningshuang asked him:

"how do you feel?"

He couldn't see her expression, so he didn't know whether it was a joke or concern. Miss Lu's bad temper made this question a life-threatening one.

Jing Shiyue pursed his lips tightly, forcing down one suicidal answer after another.

"Why are not you talking?"

Lu Ningshuang looked at Jing Shiyue with a strange look on his face. She asked, "Is it difficult to answer the question of whether the poisonous insect in your body is behaving itself?"