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

Qin Junxiang took out the processed meat strips from the cowhide bag around his waist and threw them at the golden eagle's head.

The golden eagle suddenly opened its mouth wide, its sharp mouth flashing cold light, and it slid the two-finger-thick strip of meat into its stomach.

After feeding it several times, Qin Junxiang turned around and pressed the raised gilded ornament on the wall of the car. It was an eagle with spread wings, which happened to be his personal emblem.

With a click, an iron rod as thick as half an arm popped out from the upper right side of the car door. After he transferred the golden sculpture to the shelf, he began to write the letter.

An adult golden eagle has a maximum body length of one meter, a wingspan of two meters, and can fly at speeds of up to seven hundred miles per hour, making it one of the most powerful birds of prey in nature.

This kind of bird of prey is difficult to capture and tame. The eldest master of the Qin family, Qin Junxiang's father, was alone in his early years and was forced by bad guys into a deep canyon crack.

When it fell, it hit a giant python, and by chance it saved a nest of golden eagles that were almost eaten by the snake.

Misfortunes are what blessings rely on, and blessings are what misfortunes rely on.

Animals are more clear about what they like and hate than humans. After the golden eagle parents finished fighting with the python, they used their last breath to send Qin Zhixing up and entrusted the only surviving pair of golden eagle cubs to him.

Maybe their parents had told them to listen to their benefactor before they died, so the pair of little golden eagles were particularly docile in front of Qin Junxiang.

Later, he trained the little golden eagle, which became eyes hovering in the sky, warning him in advance whenever he encountered danger.

In this way, he single-handedly opened up a trade route connecting multiple countries and regions.

The Qin family also went from being the richest family in Qi State to a legend among many countries, regions, and tribes.

Qin Junxiang's is the offspring of one of the little golden eagles. The lifespan of a golden eagle can last for decades. They are all still here, but they only listen to Qin Zhixing.

Qin Junxiang put the rolled up letter into the letter box on the anklet, patted its head and said:

"Jinjin, go home and find your mother!"

By the way, golden eagles are monogamous and home-loving.

The original nest of golden eagles consisted of one male and one female. The female was called Dafu. A male eagle was brought in from outside to join the Qin family, and now there are two offspring.

The male one is called Dagui, and he has not found his partner yet. His favorite thing to do is to patrol the Qin family’s sheep farm in the north and drive away the wolves and hyenas that steal the sheep.

He is a partner of the leader of the sheepdogs in the farm. The leader dog wears special armor and has a bird landing rack. When Daguifei gets tired, he lands on the leader dog's back to rest.

A bird and a beast manage the sheep farm in an orderly manner.

Night and storm came together. Qin Junxiang led the team to the cave where they were going to stay in advance. After supervising the caravan to properly place the goods, he came to the outside of the middle tent.

"Doctor Liu, I'm ready to come in."

"Hold on."

After Liu Xunfeng wiped off the wine, he pulled the quilt over Lu Ningshuang.

"Okay, that's enough."

As soon as Qin Junxiang came in, he saw an unusually red face. Liu Xunfeng was kneeling beside him, pinching his eyebrows with his thumb, and there was an indelible feeling of fatigue all over his body.

"How's my little sister doing?"

He sat down on the other side and handed the hot meal in his hand to Liu Xunfeng.

"Eat something. If you get sick, who will take care of my little sister?"

Liu Xunfeng took the bowl, took a few bites without being able to swallow, then lowered his head. His eyes were dry and red, as if they had been smoked by smoke.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I couldn't lower Ning Ning's temperature..."

His voice suddenly became hoarse and choked, and he roared in a low voice, "Medicine is useless! Alcohol is useless! The skin on Ningning's stomach is even rubbed to the point of bleeding! I am even more useless!"

His dry eyes became moist, he closed his eyes, held his head helplessly and murmured:

"I can't help you at all..."

"The caravan has too much cargo and is moving very slowly. I have already informed my family of my little sister's discovery, and someone will be here to pick us up soon."

Qin Junxiang asked rationally:

"What are your symptoms, little sister? Is it just a cold?"

Liu Xunfeng shook his head slowly, his expression somewhat dull, and uttered four words with difficulty:

"Heartbreak."

"What is heartbreak?"

Seeing Lu Ningshuang's lips moving, Qin Junxiang listened attentively but didn't understand a word, so he asked again, "Do you know what she is saying?"

All the verses she was reciting were poems he had never heard of before, without any repetition. Liu Xunfeng didn't understand why Ningning was so straightforward and explicit with men, and could even talk about sex in a frivolous way.

Why are you so reserved with your relatives?

Hoarse voice:

“She’s homesick.”

Qin Junxiang was silent for a long time. His business acumen allowed him to examine Liu Xunfeng thoroughly. He sighed softly:

"If you don't mind, you can call me big brother.

I don't mean to promise you anything, I just think that the fact that you found her before everyone else makes you better than other admirers.

Although I always thought you were unreliable before this."

How can a person who hooks up with his senior brother's sister-in-law behind his senior brother's back be a good person?

Qin Junxiang's words were still a bit implicit.

But his senior brother is not that good either. He doesn't speak softly enough, doesn't talk when things happen, and doesn't say he likes someone. He is not suitable for the emotionally unstable little sister.

And he never thought about his future with his little sister.

So they have no future.

"Brother!" Liu Xunfeng shouted, and Qin Junxiang patted his shoulder and encouraged him:

"You are the best doctor in the caravan. Apart from you, others are helpless.

Xunfeng, you are the only one who can save me, don't lose heart, if you need anything just tell me. I'm leaving my sister in your care."

"I won't give up, bro!"

Liu Xunfeng came to Lu Ningshuang's ear and kept calling:

"Ningning, Ningning, did you hear me? We have found our big brother. We will be able to go home soon. No one can stop you from going home. You must hold on..."

Lu Ningshuang's spirit was active to a point of madness, as if dozens of people were fighting, each of them holding their own opinions, shouting words such as "destruction", "ruin", and "anger".

Although she could still sense the outside world, her head was exploding with pain and she couldn't open her eyes.

The chaotic consciousness became silent without knowing when.

"Little cutie——"

"Little cutie——"

The muffled cries came from far away, as if separated by a thick barrier.

"Where have you been, little darling?"

The sound is getting closer and the buzzing feeling has disappeared.

Then, the sound came clearly to my ears.

"Xiaoguai, where have you been these days? Why can't your brother find you anywhere?"

Lu Ningshuang looked up in confusion and saw Fu Nanjia, sitting in a wheelchair with a pale face, appearing in front of her with a worried look.

"By the way, how's your leg?"

"leg?"

Lu Ningshuang looked over in confusion and found herself falling to the ground. The severe pain in her legs made it impossible for her to stand up.

What happened? Isn’t my leg healed?

Suspicion flashed across her mind, and she stared at Fu Nanjia, saying indifferently,

"Maybe it's retribution, who can say for sure?"

Noticing her gaze on his legs, Fu Nanjia immediately understood what she meant. He got up from the wheelchair, walked over and hugged her.

The voice is clear and has a bit of magnetism, which is very pleasant to listen to.

"How can there be retribution? I don't blame you."

Fu Nanjia's temper inexplicably became very good, and his mood remained the same.