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

As the end of the year approaches, the Lu residence becomes increasingly busy.

Because the Duke will not be coming back this year, in order to dispel everyone's anxiety, Madam Lu prepares for the New Year even more lively than in previous years.

The snow has stopped and the weather is clear.

Mrs. Lu came to Chenxiangyuan accompanied by Cuizhu and invited her little daughter, who lived a reclusive life, to go to the street to buy New Year's goods.

"Shuang'er, would you mind going out with me?"

Mrs. Lu sat on the embroidery stool and held the little hand of the girl who was lying on the chair with her eyes closed and taking a nap in her palm.

Everyone in the courtyard, except Bai Zhi, was punished. Lu Ningshuang had no desire to sleep in the first place, and she felt that the bed was too cold without anyone warming her quilt, so she often curled up in a chair at night.

Maybe reading a book, maybe holding a book and writing something strange, maybe staring at the ceiling in a daze, or simply closing your eyes to get through the long night.

Time seemed very long to her, so long that it made her feel bored.

Mrs. Lu waited for a long time before Lu Ningshuang opened her eyes wearily and asked Baizhi to help her change her clothes and wash up.

Half an hour later, the carriage drove away from the Lu Mansion. Lu Ningshuang leaned against the window, staring at the receding scenery without blinking.

Mrs. Lu straightened her scarf and put on her mink-lined cloak and hood, her face full of kindness.

"Shuang'er, don't blow yourself sick."

Lu Ningshuang rested her chin on the backs of her folded hands and tilted her head to smile at Mrs. Lu.

Cuizhu and Baizhi knelt in the empty space at the front of the carriage, ready to serve their two masters at any time.

Hongxiu took the stocking list and led people to place orders at the corresponding stores, and instructed the store owners to deliver her goods to Lu's house in a timely manner.

Madam Lu touched the snow-white hair of Lu Ningshuang that leaked out from her hood, and the more she looked, the more the light in her eyes became more intense.

"Shuang'er, it's rare for you to go out with me today. Is there anything you want to eat or play with? Or, is there anything you can share with me?"

Mrs. Lu spoke modestly and tactfully, almost belittling herself, "I am old now, and I don't understand many things, nor do I know what is popular among you young people.

If Shuang'er doesn't mind the trouble, she can teach me so that we can have something in common."

Looking up carefully, a strand of white hair was revealed in the place where the temples were covered by the camellia flowers with jadeite inlay.

The tender corners of the eyes also show traces of time.

Before we knew it, the stunning beauties of the previous generation have grown old.

"Mother——"

Lu Ningshuang called out softly, and with a lonely expression, she lay down in Madam Lu's arms. She passed her arms under her mother's armpits and intertwined them on her back. She closed her eyes and rubbed her mother's neck again and again.

My mother is old, and I don’t know how many years she has left to live.

But I will definitely die first.

Certainly.

In order to have a good New Year, many people try their best to set up stalls. Every extra penny they can earn can make the family richer.

There were people selling dark-colored homespun cloth, embroidered handkerchiefs with cotton bases, bamboo baskets and even bamboo grasshopper and katydid cages.

There are vendors selling wild delicacies that they have been saving for half a year, dried sweet potatoes and roasted peanuts, and steamed coarse grain buns.

Those retail traders walked around the downtown area carrying backpacks, bamboo baskets or loads on their shoulders. The wrinkles on their faces were all traces of the hard life.

Lu Ningshuang listened to the noise from the outside world and heard everyone complaining about their misfortunes, and felt that life was just like that.

"Shuang'er, are you unhappy?"

Mrs. Lu enjoyed the close relationship with her daughter, but she was not young anymore, and her daughter was not young either. Her legs became numb from holding her for too long.

Madam Lu frowned, stroked the girl's back, raised the corner of her mouth and said softly:

"My dear, my legs are numb. Can you get down first?"

Cuizhu quickly reached out to support her, and Baizhi helped Lu Ningshuang lean against her arms.

Lu Ningshuang got up from her mother's arms and sat on Bai Zhi's lap. Then she hugged her mother from the side and whispered quietly:

"Mother, what do you think is the purpose of life?"

"Shuang'er?"

Mrs. Lu's heart tightened. She patted her daughter's shoulders again and again, and patiently coaxed her:

“There are many meanings to life, such as your father and your Crown Prince Jiang. Their lives can save the people living in the border areas from the suffering of war.

For example, for your mother, the meaning of her life is to fall in love with your father, marry him, and then give birth to you. The meaning of the rest of her life is to accompany you as you grow up and grow old.

Of course, my sweet baby is always so beautiful, like a fairy from heaven!"

Lu Ningshuang raised her hand and pointed at the old charcoal seller who was wandering around the doors of the shops and was about to collapse. Whenever she met someone, she would force a smile:

"Sir, please buy some! Madam, please buy some! Good quality charcoal, warm and durable, without any smoke..."

"Mom, what do you think he's living for? I think his life is more painful than death. He can't hold on any longer."

Lu Ningshuang slightly frowned, her eyes were confused, and she murmured in a very light voice:

"The charcoal seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains.

His face was dusty and smoky, and his temples were grey and black with ten fingers.

Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?The clothes on the body and the food in the mouth.

Poor shirt is single, worrying about charcoal and wishing it will be cold.

A foot of snow fell outside the city at night, and in the morning the charcoal cart drove over the icy tracks..." ("The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi)

When Madam Lu and the two maids were amazed at her new work, they suddenly heard her ask:

"Why doesn't he just die?"

Mrs. Lu: “!!!”

Cuizhu Baizhi: “!!!”

At this moment, there was inexplicable chaos on the street. Liang Ye lifted the car curtain and said hurriedly:

"Madam, Miss, there is something going on up ahead, please sit tight and don't lean out! Miss Cuizhu, Miss Baizhi, please take good care of Madam and Miss!"

As soon as Liang Ye finished speaking, the horse neighed miserably, and instantly lost control and rushed forward, the sound of its hooves stamped violently in the busy city.

Every sound touches people's heartstrings.

Mrs. Lu endured the pain in her legs and held Lu Ningshuang tightly in her arms. Cuizhu pursed her pale lips and held the car door tightly to prevent the flying debris from outside from hitting the lady and the young lady.

Bai Zhi came over from the other side and tried her best to protect the lady.

Liang Ye was desperately trying to control his horse in the front, swinging his sword from time to time to fend off the enemy's attacks.

By the time Lu Yingxue received the news, the carriage had been forced out of the city gate and headed towards the suburbs.

Lu Yingxue quickly gathered people, entrusted the government affairs to Su Ciyue, let Xiao Churan stay in the mansion, then mounted her horse and led her men out of the city.

Things turned out to be more difficult than expected. Lu Yingxue was ambushed in Luoxia Valley, and her subordinates protected her and fled to the edge of the cliff.

On the other side, Lu Ningshuang was strangled by a man in black robe and was looking at them from a distance.

"Xiao Shuang!!!"

The leader of the approaching pursuers sneered:

"Master Lu? You should worry about yourself. A woman who crows at dawn will be punished by the heavens! I represent God!"

On the opposite cliff, Lu Ningshuang held the black-robed man's wrist and smiled with difficulty, "You arrested me, so you didn't do it to let my sister play a one-for-one game, did you?"