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

Jing Shiyue tensed his body and agreed:

"Ms. Lu has a unique vision."

He originally wouldn't say cheesy words, but after being teased many times, he could endure the discomfort and reply with a sentence or two.

Lu Ningshuang suddenly leaned over, her hot and moist breath fell on his waist, which was dozens of times more irritating than the blue jade waist chain. Jing Shiyue trembled, and the sound of the cicada disturbed his mind.

Because every time the cicadas chirp, the night is beautiful and it is time for us to sink into oblivion.

The water in the cup was almost spilled, but fortunately he was quick to steady the cup.

"Second Miss, take the medicine first, the water will get cold soon."

He urged in a hoarse voice that if he didn't feed the medicine, it would fall to the ground!

Lu Ningshuang sat up, smiling, and whispered something in his ear. Then, she leaned against his forehead and said tenderly:

"I want you to comfort me."

The blazing light in Yingying's eyes made Jing Shiyue flustered, but he nodded hesitantly, "Okay."

He never had the right to resist her.

After taking the medicine to treat his weakness, Jing Shiyue became really obedient.

Lu Ningshuang pressed her hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat like a drum.

Her nimble fingers untied his belt to cover his eyes, and then pulled his hairband to bind his wrists.

"My dear brother, the doctor, be good."

The girl's coaxing voice was like strong liquor, which made Jing Shiyue dizzy.

"Well, be careful..."

were his last words.

……

The soft sunlight shines through the window, casting shadows of flowers and birds on the ground. A ray of sunlight deviates and wakes up the girl on the bed.

Baizhi and Fuling attentively helped Lu Ningshuang to wash and dress, and when she was almost done, breakfast was served.

Jing Shiyue almost never stayed overnight. When he saw Lu Ningshuang fell asleep, he untied her and gently carried her to clean her and apply medicine.

Because acupuncture sometimes requires deep internal strength, he is also good at martial arts, so it is easy for him to break the wrist headband.

But compared to Jiang Shuo, Lu Jianzhang and the like, he specialized in internal skills, and his physique was more slender and agile.

Ever since Jing Shiyue spoke, Lu Ningshuang's three meals a day have become much more delicious.

Today's breakfast is five-grain soy milk, crab meat soup dumplings, red date and barley porridge, sesame oil shredded chicken rolls, fried dough sticks, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

The pickled vegetables were pickled with mountain pepper and dogwood. The spicy taste made Lu Ningshuang cry, but no matter how Baizhi and Fuling persuaded her, she still put them into her mouthful one by one.

"Miss, drink some water!"

Baizhi quickly poured her tea.

The tea was chilled by Fuling who took the teapot outside. The temperature is slightly lower than that of the human body, which is very suitable for relieving spiciness.

Lu Ningshuang ate her meal in silence, shedding tears.

When she saw the worried looks of her two maids, she suddenly burst into laughter.

"Don't worry. It's rare for me to taste anything other than bitter, so I naturally want to enjoy it."

"Woo, woo, miss..."

So pathetic!

The two of them hugged each other and cried bitterly.

*

There were still many things to do in the clan, so Qin Zhixing, as the head of the Qin family, naturally returned home.

Qin Zhenghong has to preside over all matters related to shipping, and dealing with his business allies during the year-end is no easier than dealing with court meetings.

Qin Junxiang was the eldest son of the eldest house who was to take over, and he also had to appease his mother, so he went back with Qin Zhixing.

Only Qin Yushu, a talented and romantic man, continued to stay and deal with literati from all sides, and at the same time spread the reputation of himself and the Qin family.

The literary gathering centered around Lu Ningshuang's two poems was a great success. Qin Yushu made a profit of 100,000 taels with tears in his eyes. Although he gave the lion's share to his niece, he still reaped the benefits.

The two elder brothers sponsored 40,000 taels, and kept 20,000 taels for themselves; they received 3,000 taels in membership fees, and left a few blank invitation cards which were auctioned on the market for 6,000 taels; two joint calligraphy works were sold for 100,000 taels, and they shared 20,000 taels.

The total profit was 49,000 taels.

And what did he pay?

I drank some wine, looked at beautiful women, enjoyed singing and dancing, and pretended to be cool. It was simply... I don't know how to describe it!

"Little darling, do you have any earth-shattering ideas? Come up with one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, or eight songs for Third Uncle? We'll split the profits 20-80!"

Not long after breakfast, Qin Yushu came excitedly. At this moment, he was lying on the armrest of the recliner under Lu Ningshuang, smiling like the wolf grandmother who coaxed Little Red Riding Hood.

Now that foreign envoys and officials are coming to Beijing to report on their work, now is a great opportunity to earn fame and money!

Qin Yushu's gaze was too scorching. Lu Ningshuang knew that if she didn't give it to him this time, he would continue to pester her.

After thinking for a moment, he showed a finger and said slowly: "You one and I nine."

Keep the price down so I don’t have to recite poems all the time.

"My dear, how can you raise the price? Am I not your favorite uncle?"

Qin Yushu was indeed a man of rich emotions. He took out a handkerchief from his bosom, covered his face with it and pretended to cry. If he hadn't been worried about disturbing her, he might have even cried out loudly.

"Your uncle is devoted to you and has worked hard to make you a great female writer. Aren't you moved?"

"Not moved."

"You'll be famous for all eternity, my dear!"

"I'm already dead, why would I care about my reputation after death?"

"Okay, okay," Qin Yushu gave in, "Nineteen is nineteen!"

"Okay, remember it."

Lu Ningshuang raised her hand and motioned Bai Zhi to put on the four treasures of the study.

Qin Yushu quickly dipped his hand in ink and stood in front of the table with a majestic posture.

"Green ants brewing new wine, red clay stove.

The sky is about to snow in the evening, can you have a drink with me?" ("Asking Liu Nineteen" by Bai Juyi)

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.

The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow. The smile is full of fragrance. I searched for him among the crowd for a thousand times. Suddenly I turned around and he was there, in the dim light. ("Qingyu'an·Yuan Xi" by Xin Qiji)

Qin Yushu was once again excited about the literary talent of his little literary giant. His heart was filled with excitement as he wrote with his brush, as if he had seen his little niece and himself becoming famous through the ages.

He wrote it over and over again, but still felt that it did not match the artistic conception of the two poems.

Sometimes he laughed out loud, sometimes he looked worried, and sheets of rice paper with his brush strokes were scattered all over the room.

His wide pine-green sleeves, which looked quite elegant, were splashed with ink, making him look bold and elegant.

Behind the screen, the disheveled Lu Yan was impressed by Lu Ningshuang's literary talent. He stared at the calm and relaxed girl in the warm room.

The sunlight filtering through the glazed tiles cast a hazy glow around her, like a god patrolling the mortal world.

An hour later, after Qin Yushu left with his masterpiece, Lu Yan limped out.

"Second miss."

"come over."

Lu Ningshuang closed her eyes and waved.

He came up to her as he was told, his dark eyes full of infatuation.