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

"Ning'er, why can't he be his man? Do you trust him so much?"

Baili Lin was carefully painting his nails with a rat-hair brush. He looked up and asked curiously, his expression inexplicably a little sour.

Lu Ningshuang closed her eyes and responded lazily.

"Just consider it as my guess."

……

The lights were lit one after another, forming a brilliant galaxy on earth.

Lu Ningshuang leaned against the window and watched the falling snowflakes. The bright moonlight shone through her fingers and onto her face.

The scene is very similar to when I was sitting on the windowsill of the embroidery building.

Lu Ningshuang's eyelids suddenly became heavy. She opened them again and again. The snowflakes, palace lanterns, and courtyard were all turned into blurred light and shadows by the cold white moonlight.

Someone came, but disappeared.

The light quickly dimmed, and the scene became very strange...

Candlelight flickered in the huge palace. A woman in casual clothes was leaning over a dragon desk, reviewing government documents. The only sound in the quiet hall was the rustling of flipping memorials.

Her hair has turned gray and she is no longer young and beautiful, but the power in the world has given her the momentum to look down on the world.

"Hu-hu-"

Wind blows.

A fairy-like figure walked towards them against the light.

His clothes are fluttering and his hair is whiter than snow.

"Jing..." The woman was full of surprise, then frowned, "You are still alive?"

"Where is Second Miss?"

The voice is clear and melodious, like the gentle breeze.

The woman's expression froze, her right hand tightened involuntarily, and her blood vessels bulged.

With a "click", the red pen broke into two pieces.

She changed a pen and began to correct the papers with her eyes lowered.

"Don't you know that Princess Fengping died in the tenth year of Yongkang at the age of thirty-five and was buried in the Princess Mausoleum in Qishan. The mausoleums of Marquis Changqing, Duke Ningguo, Duke Xinyang and others guard the princess's mausoleum.

Whether it is Second Miss Lu or Imperial Physician Jing, they are already a thing of the past.

My Lord, you are late. "

The empress rubbed her brows to hide her glistening tears.

The man was stunned, "Now it is..."

The empress continued, "Twenty years of Yongkang."

In a flash of light, the young man appeared outside the silent princess' mausoleum.

He sat with his legs bent on the huge tombstone, his navy blue clothes rustling in the wind, and clear Hundred Flowers Wine poured out of the wine glass.

Maybe it's a tribute to the cold wind, or maybe it's a tribute to the moon.

"Princess Fengping?"

"I am indeed late."

As time passed, the princess's tomb, which had been buried in the dust of history, reappeared in the light of day, and public opinion about Princess Fengping suddenly became rampant.

The hot water in the bathtub flowed out.

The girl, who was emaciated by illness, floated in the water, her breath barely visible.

“Deng——”

“Deng——”

“Deng——”

The sound of crisp footsteps came from the distant stairs.

When the girl opened her eyes to see the last ray of light in her life, the door that was locked from the outside suddenly opened.

A white-haired young man who seemed to have walked out of an ancient painting reached out and picked her up, then walked step by step among the gorgeous flowers.

"Ahem... ahem... who are you?"

The girl struggled to keep her eyelids open, her thin white arms, which were covered with dark red spots, dangling in the air.

"Second Miss, don't talk yet."

The young man's voice was warm and soothing.

"Second Miss? Oh, am I not the eldest lady of the Lu family?"

The girl pulled the corner of her lips and replied coldly:

"I have nothing... Ahem. Power and money are all in Lu Jin's hands. Do you want them? Take them away from him..."

"I don't want those. I'm here to take the second young lady away."

The young man was calm and gentle.

The girl's bad old ways returned. She smiled weakly, tears streaming down her face, and she almost fainted.

"Looking for me? Then will you play with me? Hehehe, hahahahaha..."

The young man replied calmly:

"For you to play with."

"Do you know what my game is?"

"Yeah. Wait until you're an adult."

"Hahahahahahaha, alas, I haven't slept with a man yet..."

Somehow, Lu Ningshuang, who had been watching from a God's perspective, felt anger bursting out of her chest, and her rage spread like wildfire.

In an instant, she took control of the girl's body, and the Abyss Dagger appeared out of thin air.

She swung at the young man fiercely, tears flowing out like a spring.

"Get out of here! I don't like the game of past and present lives! Jing Shiyue, why are you haunting me? Die! Die!"

She stabbed his chest again and again. The scene gradually faded and she squatted on the ground, chopping a corpse frantically.

When the environment completely collapsed, Lu Ningshuang stood up covered in blood, licking the blood from the knife wound, staring at the newly formed figure with her scarlet eyes.

"You are not Jing Shiyue!"

She had regained her composure and was wiping the abyss carefully, her entire body hidden in the darkness, completely different from her previous crazy appearance.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

But excessive silence is also a kind of madness.

But she didn't wait for an answer.

……

Thousands of miles away, a man with an immortal look opened his eyes on the top of the mountain.

"Look, Master said that she will kill you every time she sees you, Shi Yue, it's time to let it go.

You are my most gifted disciple, and the successor chosen by me. I will pass on all my life's cultivation to you, and you are the one most likely to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal.

Master, I know what you want to ask. I have not attained enlightenment, but my life span is longer than that of ordinary people. Two hundred years is my limit.

For people like us, inheritance is more important than life and death.

Shi Yue, your teacher is already on the decline.

And you have the opportunity to break through the shackles, overcome the calamity and ascend to heaven.

Two hundred years, four hundred years, eight hundred years...even a thousand years!

In the south of Chu there is a spirit called Mingling, who considers five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. In ancient times there was a tree called Dachun, who considers eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. (Zhuangzi, "A Fish in the North Sea" in "A Happy Journey")

A love affair in this world is really nothing."

Cang Zhu raised his hand and placed it above Jing Shiyue's head, gathering strength and pushing, forcibly transferring his power.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky and thunder flashed.

His voice seemed to come from another world, buzzing.

"Shi Yue, the transmission of skills has ended, and the end of my life has come. You don't have to worry about my affairs after death. Just remember that you can leave the mountain after twenty years!"

"Boom——"

Thunder arrived and Cangzhu disappeared into thin air.

Jing Shiyue's white hair was flying, and many lights were gathered in his body.

"Master..."

He could finally speak.

But he was trapped by an invisible barrier.

It has a name, called Master’s Last Will.

……

In the room, everyone gathered in a circle in surprise.

"Second Miss, Second Miss, put the knife down!"

"Ning'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Miss, please don't scare me!"

Lu Ningshuang stood in the center holding Chen Yuan. Next to her was Baili Lin who was covering his bleeding arm. Under her was Lu Yan who was stabbed several times in the abdomen. Not far in front of her was Liu Xunfeng who had his heart in his throat.

Behind was Bai Zhi, who was terrified and wanted to rush forward to grab the knife.

Lu Ningshuang gradually regained consciousness, she held her head and yelled:

"It's him again! It's him again! Why is he haunting us?"

She threw herself into Liu Xunfeng's arms, crying and kissing him.

"Doctor Liu, do you have any way to exorcise his soul? Please help me drive him away, drive him away! It would be best if his soul and spirit were completely destroyed! If I haven't done well in this life, how can I improve myself in the next life!"