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

At the military camp beside Moon Lake, Jiang Shuo discussed tactics with his deputy general and then returned to the tent in the cover of night.

When the door curtain was opened, a sturdy white wolf was snoring loudly in the middle of the tent.

After hearing the sound of footsteps, he half opened his eyes, and when he saw it was a familiar face, he turned over and continued snoring.

Jiang Shuo rubbed his aching brows, unconsciously revealing a hint of helplessness.

With a step of his long legs, he stepped over Lu Jin and sat down in front of a simple desk. On the desk there was a half-open gilded wooden box, which contained withered and discolored flowers, leaves and branches.

As messy as a blackbird's nest.

After fiddling with it for a while, the quiet military camp quickly became noisy. Jiang Shuo's eyes suddenly became stern. He put down the wooden box, picked up the spear, and walked out of the tent after Lu Jin.

The cold moon illuminated the bloody fight in the Gobi Desert, and in the luxurious and elegant Chenxiang Courtyard in Fengdu, it illuminated a pitiful and hateful person.

Fu Nanjia was trapped in a square chair, wearing a new, light and shiny red dress with a neckline that went low to her abdomen, revealing her sexy curves.

The washed black hair, with the last bit of moisture left, fell softly behind her.

He had been trapped in this chair for many days. He could no longer feel his broken legs, but the pain he felt all the time was tormenting him terribly.

"Brother is beautiful tonight."

Lu Ningshuang walked leisurely around the chair, her cold fingertips running across the man's body and the chair.

Fu Nanjia had been lacking water and food for such a long time, and the only injuries on his body were superficial. He no longer had any strength to struggle.

He could only stare at the circling girl with gloomy eyes.

Lu Ningshuang stopped in front of him, frowned, stroked his angular face, and sighed softly:

"My brother has lost weight..."

His eyes were still as fierce as ever.

So naughty!

Lu Ningshuang shook her head and gracefully poured a bowl of ice water mixed with medicine over Fu Nanjia's head.

He had a high fever due to his leg injury.

As soon as the ice water came into contact, wisps of white mist rose.

He suddenly sat up straight, tensed his muscles and stared at her intently, his dry throat uttering two unpleasant syllables:

"Little...baby..."

"Brother, why are you so mean to me? Don't you like it?"

Lu Ningshuang held the goose feather tightly, sighed sadly, and brushed it across his skin intentionally or unintentionally.

The effect of the medicine gradually dissipated, Fu Nanjia's eyes slowly turned red, and his heavy breathing made the air warmer.

"Brother, your voice is so touching!"

Lu Ningshuang had a smile on her face. She half-knelt down, with her elbows on Fu Nanjia's injured knees, supporting her chin and admiring the sight of his will being overwhelmed by the effects of the medicine.

The drug is so powerful that even a cow would go crazy if it took it.

Fu Nanjia has now lost all his martial arts skills, and his spirit is weak after being hungry for several days.

In a moment, he completely lost his mind.

Struggling desperately on the chair, panting heavily...

Strong medicine is needed for serious illnesses. Fu Nanjia's madness is so serious that Lu Ningshuang, who loves her brother, naturally will not show mercy.

Seeing that he was about to die, he leisurely picked up the scoop and poured ice water on him one scoop at a time to cool him down.

The effect of the medicine stopped abruptly and was sealed in the body. He closed his eyes tightly and his body spasmed involuntarily.

Coming out of the room, Bai Zhi considerately handed over a handkerchief.

“Go clean up in half an hour and have someone change him into clean clothes so he doesn’t freeze to death.

Remember to take some cold medicine, and tomorrow I can send you some meat porridge to replenish your energy."

"Got it, young lady. I will make the arrangements."

"The servants who serve him don't need to be shy about anything. Fu Nanjia is the most arrogant. It's best to keep him awake when he changes his clothes so that he can see how ugly he looks."

Talking all the way back to the house.

Lu Ningshuang began to take a bath under Bai Zhi's help.

Orange essential oil has been dropped into the bath water, which smells soothing.

This thing was made by Jing Shiyue, using the abundant red oranges in the yard.

Amid the mist, Lu Ningshuang leaned against the bathtub, drowsy.

Bai Zhi massaged her head with appropriate strength and said softly:

"Miss, I heard that the Sixth Prince took the initiative to ask His Majesty to cancel the marriage with the eldest lady today. If the Sixth Prince comes to your house tomorrow, would you like to see him?"

Lu Ningshuang raised her arms slightly and yawned.

"No, I'm still unconscious."

Bai Zhi looked at her young lady carefully and found that she didn't care at all. It seemed that she had really let go of the Sixth Prince.

Yeah!

The ancients were not deceiving me. Once you have a forest, you will not be obsessed with crooked trees.

"The envoys from the Qiang Kingdom will arrive in Beijing tomorrow. It will be very lively. Every household on the street is preparing for the New Year. Do you want to go out for a walk? I am afraid you will be bored if you stay in the yard all day.

Princess Anle and the others ask about your condition every day. If you don’t wake up, they will cry in anxiety.

By the way, Princess Anle’s favorite two-color peony has been delivered, just hoping that you will wake up soon! "

"Let's talk tomorrow!"

She changed into moon-white pajamas and walked towards the bed. Jing Shiyue knocked on the door and came in person with the honey pills to supervise her taking the medicine.

His anger completely disappeared when he heard that Lu Ningshuang was knocked unconscious by the Sixth Prince.

That day he ran back in a panic, with a taste of rust in his throat.

The moment I saw the second young lady lying on the bed with her eyes closed, my legs became unstable and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Even when he later found out that Lu Ningshuang was taking a nap, he didn't get angry. He held her tightly in his arms with joy of getting her back, and said "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Love can put armor on people, but it can also fill them with thorns.

But even though he was covered in scars, Jing Shiyue had to move forward despite the thorns given by Miss Lu.

Because no matter whether it was the age of 20 predicted by the master or the diagnosis he made himself, Miss Lu was already at the end of her life.

She can be willful, but he can't.

Because the outcome of his anger may very well be a permanent separation.

"I'm sorry, but I won't leave again."

The scene returned to reality. Jing Shiyue was holding medicine in one hand and water in the other, looking at Lu Ningshuang with a serious face.

He didn't say anything, just stared at you, to see if you felt guilty or not!

Lu Ningshuang was annoyed by his staring at her, so she waved her hand and insisted on making a deal before she would eat.

"What deal?"

Jing Shiyue sat down beside him wearing a blue robe. He looked like a pine tree in the wind and frosty moon, with an outstanding temperament.

Lu Ningshuang leaned on the couch, raised her eyebrows and put her jade hands on his waist, and the gentleman's cheeks instantly turned red.

"Second Miss...why are you teasing me?"

"How is this a joke?"

She was messing with her hands and changed the subject, "Are you wearing the jewelry I gave you?"

Jing Shiyue's breathing was disordered. "Wear... it."

"show me."

"……it is good."

The sharp spikes on the chain left dense red spots on her flat abdomen, which looked particularly delicate against her fair skin.

She stroked every spot with her fingertips and praised sincerely:

"Brother Imperial Physician, it suits you very well."