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

Bie Yunjian is located on the edge of East City. The people living around here are at most well-off families. Compared with places where the mansions of the rich and powerful are gathered, it has a much more down-to-earth atmosphere.

From the alley came the cries of vendors and the conversations of passers-by. Wisps of smoke rose from the thatched roofs and merged with the distant mountains and the morning mist.

The bad neighbor's rooster flew onto the roof, and its loud crowing made people's foreheads buzz.

Worried that his sweetheart would be woken up and unable to get a good rest, Jiang Shuo rolled up his sleeves and went out.

The wolf cub Lu Jin followed him around, and together with him, they caused chaos in the neighborhood.

"If you keep making noise, I'll kill you!"

"Ouch——"

"Thank you for your reward, Master. Here's this big rooster for you! I've raised it for three or four years, and stewing it is the best way to nourish your body!"

"Really?"

"To replenish! How dare I deceive you? If you sprinkle a handful of red dates, it will be the best to replenish qi and blood!"

Jiang Shuo was overjoyed when he heard this. Isn't this just the right thing to give to Sister Shuang?

He was rewarded with another ingot of silver and happily returned to the yard carrying the big rooster.

Just as he was about to go to the kitchen to kill the ungrateful rooster and stew it into chicken soup to nourish his sister Shuang, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Lu Ningshuang standing by the window in the master bedroom.

Jiang Shuo was happy at first, but then he frowned, threw the rooster on the ground, and ran over like the wind.

Lu Ningshuang was wearing an exceptionally wide, cross-collared, straight-leg dress. The plain cotton and linen material was not close-fitting to her body and hung on her body with some difficulty, making her look thin and gaunt.

The waist-length hair falls behind her. It is not of shiny black texture, but has a soft and hazy glow.

From a distance, she looked like goose feathers, flying catkins, and snowflakes falling in the moonlight.

After seeing her, Jiang Shuo finally understood the true meaning of the four words "weak willow supporting the wind".

Prince Jiang, who had always been flamboyant, couldn't help but slow down his pace. He walked to the girl, picked her up, and put her back on the bed.

"Sister Shuang, why don't you sleep a little longer? It's not even daybreak yet. Were you woken up by the crowing? If I had known, I would have acted faster!"

Jiang Shuo was very upset.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little white wolf, which was lying on the edge of the bed with its front legs, howled as if testifying for him.

"You little bastard!"

Jiang Shuo rubbed the wolf's head helplessly.

"Can't sleep."

Lu Ningshuang shook her head and looked at him with a faint smile, "I have always been like this. I have gotten used to it over the years. I would be uncomfortable if I could get a good night's sleep."

Lu Ningshuang lied. In fact, she slept well last night. The warmth brought by Jing Shiyue allowed her to sleep soundly until the second half of the night.

Jiang Shuo's eyes were full of distress, and he directed his criticism at Jing Shiyue again.

"Quack! I haven't been able to cure you in all these years!"

Then he started to file a complaint.

"Sister Shuang, you don't know how much he has gone too far. Butler Lu sent people to take you back last night, but Jing Shiyue refused, saying that you were too seriously injured to move.

Butler Lu said that he would leave someone to take care of you, but he also said that there was only one guest room in the house, so he sent the person away.

Look at how shabby this house is! The curtains are patched and the sheets are washed white. It looks like a slum!

You are such a delicate person, it would be strange if you can rest well here!"

It's not a slum, but it does look poor.

Jing Shiyue was obsessed with medicine. Most of his annual salary and the rewards from the Lu family were used to purchase medicinal materials and medical books. He just made do with his daily life.

However, although the furnishings are simple, they are very clean.

The crimson blue quilt cover was washed so much that it turned white, and it exuded a faint scent of soapberries.

There are traces of frequent fumigation with wormwood to disinfect the house.

Because she was in the house, she specially lit three pots of charcoal fire. The charcoal pots were of different ages, and it was obvious that they were borrowed temporarily.

There's nothing wrong with this place. It's much freer and warmer than a cold hospital.

"It's rare for me to come out and take a breath. I don't want to go back."

"Why? It's so nice here. You can get whatever you want, and there are a lot of people waiting on you."

Jiang Shuo was puzzled.

Lu Ningshuang just asked: "Where is Jing Shiyueren?"

"Him? The Imperial Hospital urgently summoned him, and he has been on duty since early morning."

Lu Ningshuang asked again:

"What about Angelica dahurica and Poria cocos?"

"Bai Zhi was summoned to the Dali Temple to learn about the situation, and Fu Ling has not returned yet because she escorted the Ninth Princess into the palace.

But don't worry, Sister Shuang, I have someone watching them all the time, and nothing will happen to them."

"Ah."

No one spoke and the air became very quiet for a moment.

Lu Ningshuang listened to the noise from the outside world, as if she could hear the goings-on in the world. These were scenes that she had never experienced in her previous life, or even seen with her own eyes.

"I want to go out for a walk."

She suddenly looked over, with a bright light in her eyes.

Jiang Shuo hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear to let her down.

Bie Yunjian was originally a standard two-courtyard house, but Jing Shiyue made drastic renovations after purchasing it.

The wall of the east wing was broken down and filled with rows of black cabinets. The square lattice drawers contained the purchased or collected medicinal herbs.

Of course, the most precious medicinal materials were mostly provided by the Lu family.

The west wing is a drying room with many large windows. Inside, there are many layered wooden racks, and different medicinal herbs are dried in round winnowing baskets on the racks.

All the bluestone slabs in the yard had been pried away, leaving only blue stepping stones to form a winding path.

Clusters of medicinal plants scattered around the yard add a wild appeal.

The most eye-catching thing is the red orange tree on the east side, which is as thick as an adult's thigh. Not only is it laden with fruits, but the dense orange thorns stand up like steel needles.

Jiang Shuo walked arm in arm with Lu Ningshuang in the yard, his eyes all fixed on her.

Thinking of the scene of helping him change clothes just now, his heart is still beating wildly. Although Sister Shuang had no choice but to do so because of her injury, can it be seen from the side that she has a good impression of him?

Jiang Shuo spent a long time preparing his mind, and finally mustered up the courage to ask:

"Sister Shuang, do you like me?"

"hiss……"

Hearing the noise beside him, Jiang Shuo quickly saw that the white jade fingers were injured by the orange thorns on the tree, and round beads of blood appeared.

Jiang Shuo immediately pinched his fingertips and put them in his mouth. Lu Ningshuang half-closed her eyes and looked at the young man who was seriously stopping the bleeding for her with interest.

"I like it~~~"

She smiled, her eyes like crescent moons, and her other hand stroked her Adam's apple as she swallowed.

The tone of his voice changed several times, becoming as gentle as water, "Because you are good to me."

Her voice was soft and tender, like cotton, yet had hooks that tickled people's hearts, making them feel painful, itchy, and numb.

Jiang Shuo's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going out of his throat. His ears were red and hot, and he began to stutter when he spoke.

"I...I, I will treat you better in the future!"

Lu Ningshuang didn't respond, but leaned over and asked:

"What does my blood taste like?"

Jiang Shuo was so obsessed with love that he just laughed foolishly:

“Sweet…sweet!”

Lu Ningshuang was surprised. Sweet? Could it be that with such a hard life, this body still suffers from high blood sugar?

After thinking about it, he put the injured finger between his teeth and bit it hard, leaving a mouth full of the taste of rust.

Jiang Shuo felt dizzy as he looked at the jade fingers between her lips. Was this considered a kiss?