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

"It's you who regrets, not me!"

Fu Nanjia took advantage of the situation and grabbed Lu Ningshuang's neck. His dark eyes were gloomy and the smile on the corner of his mouth was eerie.

"Now, do you regret it?"

Tears welled up in Lu Ningshuang's eyes. She calmly grabbed the man's wrist. The next moment, his whole body convulsed and he lost his strength.

She stood up slowly, found the easiest point to bear the weight, and with a vicious smile, she pushed him to the ground and raised her toes to step on his legs which were already beyond help.

Ignoring the man's pain, he gently rolled onto Xiao Fu again.

"Brother, today's game is over."

She squatted down and slapped Fu Nanjia's cheek in a rather humiliating manner, "See you tomorrow!"

The delicate figure disappeared from sight, and for a moment, the blurry image in my heart became clear.

Fu Nanjia muttered something that he couldn't even hear clearly, and reached out to grab the vague light, his heart aching for no apparent reason.

……

In the main tent of the Yanshan Zhenyuan Army, the soldiers guarding the door shook off the thick snow on the roof, and the deputy general Jiang Wen hurried into the tent carrying the boiled medicine.

"General, drink the medicine quickly!"

Jiang Wen helped the pale-faced Jiang Shuo up and poured the medicine into his mouth. Jiang Shuo struggled hard and suddenly threw himself to the bed, spitting out a pool of black blood.

"Ahem, Jiang Wen, are you going to murder the head coach, ahem, so that you can take advantage of the opportunity to get promoted?"

Jiang Shuo gave a bitter smile. He didn't know what was going on, but the arrow wound on his shoulder never got better. The military doctor had checked it several times and found no poison.

Jiang Wen pushed the prince, who was now sick and unable to take care of himself, back and forced him to drink the remaining half bowl.

Then he vomited again.

Jiang Wen complained with a dark face:

"Sir, is it so hard to drink? Miss Second is not as delicate as you when drinking medicine, right?"

"Go... to you, cough cough..."

Jiang Shuo lay on the edge of the bed, almost out of breath.

He knew that he had to take medicine when he was sick, but taking the medicine made him feel nauseous and had heartburn.

The current situation is not optimistic. Once the news that the head coach is seriously injured and cannot recover gets out, it will be a fatal blow to morale.

Jiang Wen poured a glass of water for Jiang Shuo to rinse his mouth, handed him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and tried to liven up the atmosphere:

"You throw up as soon as you drink something strong. Are you pregnant, my prince? Tsk tsk, maybe it's the second lady's eldest son!

Prince, you are blessed. In the future, your father will be honored by his son, and no one will be able to surpass you!"

The atmosphere that had been stagnant for many days finally dissipated a little, but it didn't last long. It returned to normal due to Jiang Shuo's sudden coma.

Jiang Wen forced himself to remain calm, suppressed his panicked expression, and walked out with the medicine bowl in hand with a solemn face, and instructed the guards at the door of the tent not to let anyone approach.

He invited two military doctors, one was an old military doctor from the Jiang family, and the other was a former imperial physician who was brought to the mansion by Madam Jiang after the turmoil in Qi State.

The two of them took the pulse together, one on the left hand and the other on the right hand. After they took turns, they frowned more and more, and then shook their heads.

Jiang Wen's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the prince was going to die?

Not to mention the wife who has great fighting power, just look at the sick and somewhat insane second young lady. I'm afraid she's going to chop me into pieces and put me in a pickle jar.

Only the prince, who is a love-brained person, thinks that his sister Shuang is pure and innocent.

"What's going on? Stop shaking your head!"

Jiang Wen wanted to pry open the mouths of the two military doctors and let them tell him whether the prince could be saved or not!

The old military doctor stroked his goatee and sighed.

The imperial physician stroked the two small moustaches on his lips and shook his head.

“There is nothing we can do.”

“How can we be helpless?

Mr. Zhou, you have been practicing medicine longer than I have been. You were the one who protected the old Duke when he went to the battlefield. Why do you ignore the Crown Prince?

"Mr. Zhou! The prince was only shot in the shoulder, you can't just ignore him! He is the only child of the Ningguo Mansion!"

Jiang Wen almost knelt down to beg him, but he threatened the imperial physician ferociously.

"Doctor Wan, if you can't save my prince, be careful that my wife will punish your whole family!"

Doctor Wan: Okay, okay, you can treat them differently, right?

When the two military doctors were racking their brains to find a solution, the messenger at the gate of the military camp brought news that someone wanted to see him.

The news of the prince's coma had not yet spread, and someone happened to ask for a meeting at this time. Jiang Wen held the sword at his waist and glanced around with murderous intent in his eyes.

Mr. Zhou: My back feels a little cold.

Doctor Wan: Deputy General Jiang won’t get angry and kill me, right?

After Jiang Wen thought about it, he raised his chin slightly and said coldly:

"lead the way."

The cold wind was howling, and all along the way there were fluttering military flags or fluttering tents.

Jiang Wen put on his armor and mounted his horse. Before he reached the gate of the military camp, he saw a pretty girl in the heavy snow.

She was wearing a purple silk dress covered with beautiful silver ornaments, reflecting a cool light.

A beautiful girl, wearing expensive clothes, appeared alone outside the military camp to ask for a meeting. Jiang Wen instantly became extremely alert.

"Whoever is coming, please tell me your name!"

Pulling the reins, the galloping horse was stopped behind the chevaux de frise, and the deputy beside Jiang Wen shouted loudly.

The girl waved the intricate silver bracelet on her hand, making clear and pleasant sounds, which combined with her oriole-like voice to form a beautiful melody.

"My name is Fusang, I am from the Silver Moon tribe, and I have been guided by the will of heaven to save the life of the general."

Jiang Wen's face suddenly changed:

"presumptuous!"

It turned out to be aimed at the prince. Maybe the prince's coma was related to the woman in front of him.

The girl clasped her hands behind her back, looking very cute.

“We, the Silver Moon tribe, are all proficient in the art of medicine, and the general’s disease is very common among us.

If you don't believe me, forget it. In three days, when the wound rots all the way to your chest, you'll have to wait for me to deal with it!"

"How dare you curse the general? Take your life!"

The deputy raised his whip, the guards pulled aside the barricades, and he rushed out.

The girl stood there without dodging or avoiding, just smiling at Jiang Wen. She was really too weird, he couldn't kill her so easily. What if the prince really did what she said?

Jiang Wen kicked off with his toes, jumped out of his horse, spun in the air, and drew his sword to deflect the spear that was stabbing at the girl in his off-hand.

Then he put his arm around the girl's waist and moved her to a safe area.

"Do you believe me?"

Fuso smiled affectionately.

Jiang Wen turned around and strode into the camp.

"Someone, take her away!"

Fusang curled her lips, what a stinky man who doesn't know how to be gentle with women!

In a blink of an eye, the three-day period was up, and Jiang Shuo's wound had really spread to his chest as Fuso had said.

During this period, Jiang Wen sent people to investigate Fusang's identity, the Silver Moon Clan, and the Qihuang technique, and they all matched perfectly without a single flaw.

It was so perfect that he couldn't help but doubt it.

But Jiang Shuo's condition was critical, so Jiang Wen had no choice but to give it a try.

"My Lord, if there are any problems, I will take full responsibility. You must be alright!"

Fusang chased the man out, fed Jiang Shuo a secret pill, sat on the edge of the bed, sketched his eyebrows, and sighed silently:

"Holy Gu? I want it too!"