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

"Little sweetheart, cough cough cough..."

When Lu Ningshuang stepped out of the door, Fu Nanjia fell off the couch.

The bright red nightgown was slightly open, revealing the cold white collarbone, and the ink-like long hair cascaded down from the back and fell on the bony hands.

The collision of red, white and black gave him the look of a newlywed widower who had lost his wife or was about to die.

Lu Ningshuang stopped and turned back, retorting indifferently:

"I'm not being nice at all."

"I know."

Fu Nanjia rarely smiled and struggled to crawl over. His hoarse voice was full of bitterness.

"If you were good, I wouldn't be like this now."

Lu Ningshuang looked carefully at the man with a gentle smile through the beaded curtain and screen, wondering if he had become normal after being locked up for so long?

Fu Nanjia's long eyelashes drooped, and her almond-shaped eyes looked narrow and blurred. The arm that supported her while crawling suddenly lost its strength, and the whole person rolled off the footstool.

He lay on his back on the ground, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Little darling, can you talk to your brother for a while?"

God have mercy on me, the crazy guy is starting to act pitiful.

Lu Ningshuang went back to the inner room, curled up in the recliner and watched the man's performance quietly.

"Little cutie, don't you want to help your brother?"

He blinked and said pitifully.

Lu Ningshuang shook her head coldly and said something sarcastic to him.

"I see that brother is climbing up very vigorously. It seems that the servants of Chenxiang Courtyard have taken good care of you during my absence. They are so good that you forget that you are a prisoner."

Fu Nanjia laughed and moved over slowly.

"To be honest, there's nothing interesting about this world. I'm happy to be locked up by Xiaoguai."

"How did you get so greasy?"

Lu Ningshuang raised her head, her eyes cold, "I don't like the way you talk."

She waved her finger, and after getting the instruction, Bai Zhi took a red hairband from the dressing table and covered his mouth with it.

That look has more of a flirting feel than practical effect.

After Bai Zhi stepped back, she looked at Lu Ningshuang excitedly, as if to say "Praise me quickly, praise me quickly". She was personally involved in the play between the young lady and Master Fu.

Lu Ningshuang: We can’t keep this maid anymore!

Lu Ningshuang rubbed her eyebrows and waved her hand to let Bai Zhi leave. Bai Zhi obediently went to Jing Shiyue to ask for medicine.

After she left, the room became silent.

An indescribable atmosphere permeated.

Fu Nanjia sat up from the ground, moved the hairband to her slender neck, and stared at Lu Ningshuang with unfathomable eyes.

"Little sweetheart, what happened to you?"

Lu Ningshuang closed her eyes and took a nap, ignoring him.

The wick of the nearest wall lamp burned short and no one cut it. It fell into the oil with a sizzling sound, and an orange flame flickered.

At this moment, she suddenly raised her sleeves to cover her face, put one hand to her lips, and began to cough in suppression. Her pale face suddenly flushed.

With tears in her eyelashes, she smiled at Fu Nanjia who was almost crawling to her side, leaned forward, hooked his chin with her bloodstained hand, and whispered:

"Brother, you are so fake pretending to be pitiful. Look, this is the real thing."

Fu Nanjia grabbed her overly slender wrist, stared at the bloody palm with bloodshot eyes, and moved his thin lips for a long time without uttering a word.

"Okay, brother, be obedient. When the weather is good, someone will take you out for some fresh air. It's getting late, so I won't keep you company."

Lu Ningshuang sighed and pulled her hand away gracefully, but Fu Nanjia held on too tightly and she almost fell to the ground.

She lowered her eyes and adjusted her breathing for a while, then smiled faintly:

"I know my brother is anxious, but don't worry. My enemy will surely die before you. If you pull me again and throw me down, I will be able to show you how to die on the spot."

Fu Nanjia raised his eyes and looked at her, wiping her palms with his sleeves.

"Xiaoguai, you are really cold-hearted. I can't compare to you. But I won't forgive you. As long as you live one day, you have to accompany me for one day. That's compensation."

Lu Ningshuang smiled softly, "Brother is so kind? Then I will reserve a place for brother next to my grave."

……

"Second Miss, you didn't take your medicine on time again today."

After taking the pulse, Jing Shiyue said with certainty.

Lu Ningshuang lay on the couch with her back against a soft pillow, tugging at the gauze curtain made of flowing gauze, her tone gloomy.

"Are you annoying?" She held out her hand, "Give me the medicine."

"What medicine?" Jing Shiyue's face was dark.

"It's for contraception!" Lu Ningshuang was very impatient, "Are you pretending to be stupid?"

"Who are you with again?"

Jing Shiyue used an interrogative tone.

"It's up to you to give it or not."

Lu Ningshuang lay down directly in bed.

It wasn't long before steady breathing was heard.

Jing Shiyue sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression, looking at the heartless and ungrateful girl with her back to him. He felt angry and bitter in his heart, but more of it was helplessness.

He loosened his clenched fists and was about to stand up to feed her the Zhu Yan Dan dissolved in water when he unexpectedly discovered that she was trembling all over and talking in her sleep.

"Kill me...it hurts...please do it!"

Beads of sweat rolled down like soybeans and mixed with the surging tears. She tossed and turned in the quilt, her pale and thin face full of helplessness and confusion.

She always has a way to extinguish people's anger in an instant, but if she had a choice, Jing Shiyue would rather be angry for a long time.

"Bai Zhi, Fu Ling, come in quickly!"

With the help of the two, Jing Shiyue gave the man an emergency acupuncture and then pushed him into the medicinal bath.

Duke Lu and his wife, Lu Yingxue, and Qin Yushu were alarmed in the middle of the night. After receiving the news that Lu Ningshuang was really not doing well this time, they looked as if they were struck by lightning.

"What happened to Shuang'er?"

Mrs. Lu wiped her tears and asked in a hoarse voice.

"You will wake up in an hour, but..."

Jing Shiyue looked at Duke Lu with a serious expression, "I have already submitted the petition for leave, and the date is written as starting from the Lantern Festival. But considering the Second Miss's situation, I have to leave in three days.

Duke, please inform the Imperial Medical Bureau. I need to go back and ask my master how to save the Second Young Miss."

Lu Jianzhang responded solemnly:

"Don't worry, my dear nephew. The old man will not refuse to approve your leave. In addition, I will prepare a carriage for you, pulled by three Ferghana horses. I will also send twenty elite soldiers to protect your safety."

"There's no need for elite soldiers. My master has been a hermit for many years and doesn't want to see outsiders. If those twenty elite soldiers were to accompany him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see his shadow even if I searched all over the mountains."

Jing Shiyue rejected Duke Lu's kindness.

"Okay." Lu Jianzhang nodded.

Lu Yingxue felt uneasy.

Mrs. Lu cried and stared at her with a vicious look.

Before the battle of "loving mother and filial daughter" broke out, Lu Ningshuang woke up. Mrs. Lu instantly withdrew her attention and staggered towards the bedroom.

Shedding tears and humming a little tune to lull the person to sleep, he left in a hurry.

Lu Jianzhang glanced at Lu Yingxue and said:

"Remember to come and claim your share of the property. In name, you are still the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and Wei Rui Courtyard has always been reserved for you."