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

On the eve of the Moon Festival, Liu Xunfeng, who had just returned from feeding the medicine man, received a letter from the palace.

"Did something big happen?"

He picked up the letter on the counter and asked casually. Yan Xintan, who was sitting in the back and fiddling with an abacus to take inventory of supplies, replied:

"It was sent by someone close to Miss Su Ciyue in the mansion."

Liu Xunfeng nodded, opened the letter and read it quickly without changing his expression.

Du Qiuting kept his senior sister's instructions in mind, put down the things he had been carrying, and rushed to Liu Xunfeng.

"Brother, what is it? Do you need my help?"

Liu Xunfeng glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said:

"Ms. Lu will be leaving the house to see the lanterns tomorrow evening, and she needs a doctor to accompany her in case of any accidents."

Su Ciyue wrote in a very high-sounding manner in the letter that Lu Ningshuang was the weak point of the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion and the Royal Palace, and no accidents should happen at this critical moment.

Su Ciyue did not have much friendship with Ren Medical Clinic, but the royal palace and Ren Medical Clinic had a close relationship.

By using the palace's reputation as an excuse, Liu Xunfeng's plan to keep the appointment was made without any loopholes.

"Since you like to follow me so much, then go and inform your senior brother that I know about it."

Liu Xunfeng held the letter over the oil lamp and lit it. With a smile on his face, he glanced at his naive junior brother whose thoughts were clearly written on his face.

"Okay, senior brother."

Du Qiuting bowed and walked away.

Liu Xunfeng crushed the ashes, clapped his hands, and went to the back hall to take a bath.

Another medicine man died, what bad luck!

……

There was a drizzle at night. When I opened the door in the morning, a cold wind mixed with a light morning mist blew towards me, making me shiver involuntarily.

The weather is starting to get noticeably cooler.

Lu Ningshuang was afraid of cold and lost her energy when the weather turned cold. She stayed in bed until the sun rose high in the sky before lazily letting Fuling help her get dressed.

She was wearing the orange suit, with a lotus-colored rain-flower brocade cross-collar on the top, a small peach-red satin cross-collar jacket, a persimmon-red soft satin double-breasted shirt with a collar and silver thread pearls, a mist-colored Shu brocade and Guangdong embroidered top embroidered with gold osmanthus, and a Xiangfei-colored Su Luo skirt with gold-embroidered flowers and butterflies on the bottom.

The outer layer also includes wide sleeves of moonlight satin, a jade-colored smoke gauze dress, and a thin cloak trimmed with white fox fur.

The shoes were a pair of colorful golden tiger-style pointed-toe shoes bought by Mrs. Lu.

Needless to say, the jewellery is inlaid with top-quality gemstones, but the amount of gold used is relatively small, otherwise it would appear overbearing.

The clothes and skirts are layered, and the outer layer of light-colored silk material conceals the luxurious luster of the clothes, making the overall outfit look soft and lively.

In order to make it convenient for Lu Ningshuang to go out for fun, the dinner started early.

Although the Lu family was in its heyday and there were many people who wanted to curry favor with them, only family members were present at the dinner.

Lu Jianzhang and Qin Huiyun sat at the top, Lu Ningshuang sat to the right of Qin Huiyun, and Lu Yingxue sat to the right of Lu Ningshuang.

On Lu Jianzhang's left are Qin's eldest uncle Qin Zhixing, third uncle Qin Yushu and his wife Zhu Wanzheng, and second uncle's second son Qin Wenli.

The Qin family arrived in the afternoon and were exhausted from the long journey, which was probably another reason why Mrs. Lu moved up the dinner.

We are all family, so there is no need to be formal. After Lu Jianzhang briefly expressed his wishes to everyone, the banquet began.

Lu Ningshuang sat between Madam Lu and Lu Yingxue, and was well taken care of by both of them. Often, as soon as her eyes fell on a dish, the dish would be put into her bowl.

"Shuang'er has become more and more beautiful, and Xue'er's achievements are also impressive!"

When I first met my third aunt-in-law, she had a gentle smile, and her sitting and eating manners were very particular. At first glance, she was an example of a well-educated and well-mannered lady.

When everyone heard Zhu Wanzheng speak, they turned their eyes to the two sisters.

Qin Yushu had no psychological burden. He raised a glass of wine and praised his little niece to the utmost. He was like the God of Literature from heaven!

"Let me tell you, Madam, the 'The Best Things in Life Are Pure Joys' that you read over and over again was written by Xiaoguaiguai."

“I really like the conception of it.”

Zhu Wanzheng's eyes lit up, and then became softer, just like the ripples on the lake surface stirred up by the wind on a spring afternoon, which can soothe one's inner restlessness.

Lu Ningshuang smiled obediently in response, "It is my honor to be liked by my third aunt."

After praising the children, the adults started talking among themselves.

Lu Ningshuang discovered a problem. Her mother did not confront her sister. There was a strange connection between the two of them, which was manifested in the fact that they both ignored each other's existence.

At the dinner table, Lu Ningshuang didn't want to make trouble.

She was the first to leave the table and went out for a walk with her attendants and guards.

She, Lu Ningshuang, is probably the most idle person in the whole book now.

……

The box facing the street on the top floor of Fuxian Pavilion had long been booked in the name of the second young lady of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

A bright full moon appeared from behind the clouds and fell on the roof of Fuxian Pavilion. The glazed tiles reflected the bright light, making the eight-story pavilion seem like the place where immortals had descended.

"There is a white jade palace in the sky, with twelve towers and five cities. The immortal touches my head, and I am blessed with immortality..." ("After the chaos and separation, the grace of heaven flows to Yelang, recalling the old days, writing my thoughts and presenting them to Wei Taishou Liangzai of Jiangxia" by Li Bai)

"The Second Miss is really talented in writing!"

Liu Xunfeng appeared from the other side of the crowd, followed by Du Qiuting, who was panting and carrying a medicine box.

"Hello, Miss Second!"

He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face and greeted him weakly.

Ahhh, his image must be very bad at this moment!

No, why do I care so much about my image?

"It wasn't me... Doctor Liu, Doctor Du?"

Lu Ningshuang showed just the right amount of surprise, "Why are you here?"

Liu Xunfeng stopped three steps away and nodded modestly:

"I'm here to escort the Second Miss on her outing tonight."

Glancing at the hostility of Fuling beside Lu Ningshuang, he raised his eyebrows and added with a smile, "I will protect your health."

"Thank you in advance."

Lu Ningshuang made an inviting gesture, "Doctors, would you like to enjoy the lights all over the city and the bright moon in the sky with me?"

The group went up to the Fuxian Pavilion.

Liang Ye sent one-third of the guards to hide in the restaurants and inns around Fuxian Pavilion, left one-third of the guards downstairs to provide support, and the remaining one-third of the guards guarded various places on the top floor.

Lu Ningshuang leaned against the window, looking down at the lives of the people below with relish.

A stream extends from the street into the distance, and many civilians squat on the shore and quietly release lotus lanterns.

Most of them have sad expressions, probably because they are missing their deceased relatives.

There were also couples lighting lanterns with smiles on their faces, making promises to be together forever.

Peddlers were carrying their goods and hawking their wares through the streets, horse-drawn carriages of wealthy families were struggling to move along the road, half-baked literati were drinking and appreciating poetry, and young men and women in an ambiguous relationship were guessing riddles on the roadside.

Lu Ningshuang, lying on the windowsill, sighed softly with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Is the Second Miss worried about something?"

Liu Xunfeng, who was looking for the next experimental target, turned around and asked with concern.

Lu Ningshuang rested one hand on her chin and shook the white jade cup filled with osmanthus wine with the other hand. She looked at the moonlight shimmering in the cup and asked in a lost and distracted manner:

"Why do you think he left me?"