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

A thin figure stood in the middle of the ear room, watching the people coming and going in the yard through the locked door.

Some people would take a curious look but were quickly sent away.

Lu Yan felt that he was like a shadow left behind in his memory.

He lowered his eyes, turned around, and walked deeper into the room. The iron chain connected to the collar made a dull sound as it dragged on the ground.

The Ningguo Mansion next door is at the other extreme compared to the loneliness in the ear room.

"stop!"

As soon as Jiang Shuo stepped out of the kitchen yard, he was frightened by a lion's roar.

"Where are you going this time? You're always away from home!"

Facing Mrs. Jiang's scolding, Jiang Shuo lowered his head and silently hid two full food boxes behind his back.

"What's hidden behind it?"

"Nothing at all!"

It contains red dates, ginseng and old chicken soup for Sister Shuang to nourish her body, as well as other food that is nourishing to the stomach and easy to digest.

I can’t let my mom find out, or she’ll nag me for a long time!

With just one glance at him, Madam Jiang knew what the brat was hiding. She snorted coldly, and the four maids who were skilled in martial arts stepped forward together.

"Shuo'er, you're not young anymore, it's time to control your temper and stop fooling around all day long!

I have found two marriage proposals for you. Both are good girls of equal status, gentle and virtuous, with good manners, and will definitely be able to be the mistress of the house..."

"I don't want it!"

Jiang Shuo retorted loudly and flew to the roof with the food box.

"Come down here!"

Four maidservants chased him, and other servants poked the roof with long bamboo poles.

Mrs. Jiang folded her arms and watched coldly.

"You don't want a concubine, and you don't want to marry me. Do you want to be a monk?"

Jiang Shuo ran while shouting:

"If I can't marry the person I like, what's wrong with being a monk?"

"Rebel!"

Mrs. Jiang was almost laughing out of anger. What was so good about that sickly guy?

"Okay, okay, you want to be a monk, right? I'll just have you cut off! I'll have no more sons but no one to carry on the family line, which makes me upset!"

"No, mother! It's not necessary! The only son of the Jiang family cannot enter the palace to become a eunuch!"

After dealing with Wu Bi for a few more rounds, Jiang Shuo was frightened to see that his mother was serious about it, so he quickly ran away.

……

In Bieyunjian, servants of the Lu family came in and out, and Bai Zhi was directing everyone to rearrange the main house.

Although the layout does not need to be changed, it is still necessary to replace the bedding, pillows, cushions, carpets, as well as windproof curtains and screens with new and soft ones.

"Be careful, don't break anything!

This Thirteen Li Nu Xichun double-sided embroidered gold-thread nanmu screen is the young lady's favorite thing, and it is worth a fortune! If you break it, watch your heads!"

In the half-open bamboo hut next to the kitchen, Jiang Shuo was having dinner with Lu Ningshuang.

The newly hung moon-white curtain fluttered gently, and the soft and cold voice of a young girl came out:

"We're just renting here, so be careful where you step. The stuff isn't important, but don't knock over the herbs in the yard.

Except for the courtyard and the main house, no one is allowed to enter anywhere else!"

Herbs and the like are Jing Shiyue's lifeblood. If anything goes wrong, he will definitely be angry with himself.

Everyone responded:

"I understand, Second Miss!"

"Don't worry, young lady. Sister Baizhi and I will watch outside the house, and we will watch inside the house. We guarantee that nothing will go wrong!"

Fuling stood under the orange tree with her hands on her hips, staring at the servants passing by with her eyes like light bulbs.

Jiang Shuo was worried that the food would get cold, so he personally scooped a small bowl of chicken soup from the soup bowl and placed it in front of Lu Ningshuang.

"Sister Shuang, try this chicken soup. It's made with the big rooster that disturbed your sweet dream this morning! Drink a few more sips to vent your anger!"

The soup is clear and looks like gold. One sip warms your whole body.

Lu Ningshuang had been taking medicine all year round, and her mouth was bitter, and she could only taste the raw flavor of wild ginseng.

"how is it going?"

Jiang Shuo came closer with an earnest look on his face.

Lu Ningshuang raised her hand and fed him the spoon, then asked with a smile:

"What do you think, Brother Shuo?"

Jiang Shuo was fed soup and called brother, and his body was unable to move. He just remembered that the spoon was the one that Sister Shuang had just used.

"Is it too intimate?"

He muttered to himself and began to sweat for some unknown reason.

"what?"

"Well, it's nothing. I think...it tastes good."

"Is that so~~~"

Lu Ningshuang narrowed her eyes and smiled, changing her tone eight degrees and directly stuffed the bowl into Jiang Shuo's hands.

In this way, most of the dishes on the table were eaten by Jiang Shuo, and even the medicine prepared by the Imperial Hospital was coaxed into his stomach.

After the meal, Jiang Shuo walked on the road carrying the lunch box, rubbing his bloated and painful stomach, and he felt something was wrong.

"Why does my mouth feel bitter?"

……

When Jing Shiyue came back in the evening, there was a low-key and luxurious carriage parked in the yard next door, and servants in rich clothes were busy working.

The muddy road outside Bieyunjian was paved with bluestone slabs and extended to the end of the alley, spotlessly clean.

Some of the dilapidated courtyard walls were repaired neatly.

There was also a team of disciplined guards patrolling nearby.

His dirty feet stepped on it and left a muddy footprint instantly. Jing Shiyue silently looked at the soles of his shoes and felt that he could not even walk anymore.

He turned around and looked around.

"That's right! Yingchun Lane! Bie Yunjian! They're all right! How strange!"

He touched his square hat and stepped into the yard, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar scene.

and many more!

Something is wrong!

When he was standing at the gate of the yard and thinking about something, Fuling jumped out from somewhere and scared him.

"Doctor Jing, why don't you come in?"

Jing Shiyue pointed outside and then pointed inside.

"what happened?"

"My young lady needs to stay with you for two days to recover from her injuries. Madam is worried that she won't be able to stay well, so she asked us to come and take care of her.

Since you only have one guest room here, we have booked the yard next door.

Don't worry, the young lady specifically reminded me not to touch your things, and there is nothing wrong with the herbs in the yard. Usually, only Sister Baizhi and I can enter the yard."

After Fuling's explanation, Jing Shiyue's unhappiness quickly dissipated.

When he came back, he should change into his official uniform first, but his clothes were all in the closet in the main house.

After knocking on the door and entering the house, I found that it was much more furnished with silks, satins, gold, silver, jade, etc., which concealed the original old atmosphere and made the house brighter.

The girl was curled up on a recliner covered with snow-white mink fur and covered with a velvet blanket.

In the cloisonné enamel elephant-foot incense burner with lotus pattern next to it, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, making the pale little face red.

Seeing him come in, Ruifeng looked up with a smile, and her eyes seemed to be filled with love.

"Brother Imperial Physician, my mother felt sorry for me and sent some things over. I didn't touch the original things. You don't mind, do you?"

Her face is dazzling, and her purity and weakness carry a natural charm that makes people want to hold her in their arms and love her.

Jing Shiyue suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth, and walked straight to the closet, coughing to cover it up, "Cough, it's okay."