After drinking the medicine, she felt a warmth in her stomach, which made her feel much more comfortable.
The maternal mother said softly: "Princess, when you go back to the palace, the slave and maid will slowly adjust your body. Now, please close your eyes and rest for a while, it will be fine for a while."
Yuan Qingling closed her eyes, only to feel like sparks flickering and exploding in her mind, and some messy sounds echoing.
"You don't deserve this king to hate you. This king just hates you. In the eyes of this king, you are like the flies that chase the smell, which makes people hate. Otherwise, this king doesn't need to drink medicine to conquer you."
It was Chu Wang Yuwenhao's voice, with resentment and hatred in her voice. She had never heard such unfeeling words.
Some people were crying in their ears, and the sparks in their heads turned into a puddle of blood.
Gradually, everything calmed down.
It's as if the thousands of messy lines in my mind have finally been straightened out.
The pain gradually disappeared, in other words, not disappearing but numbness.
She opened her eyes and saw Lu Ya standing in front of the bed, frowning at her.
"Wang Hao, are you feeling better?" Lu Ya asked her quickly when she opened her eyes.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Yuan Qing said dumbly.
It didn't hurt anymore, but she felt terribly numb. She tried to reach out and pinch her face, but she didn't feel it at all.
This works better than anesthetics.
"The slave and maid will help you get up and change your clothes, otherwise the prince will be angry." Lu Ya reached out to help her, and his mother also came in from outside with her clothes in her hand. Seeing her get up, she said, "Quickly change clothes, prince. I'm urging."
Yuan Qingling stood numbly, allowing the two of them to strip their shirts and change clothes, entangle the wound, she didn't feel at all.
After changing his clothes and sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Yuan Qingling looked at the person in the mirror.
The facial features are very delicate, the skin is fair, the long and curvy eyelashes hide a pair of lifeless eyes.
The lips were dry and pale, there was no blood, the hair was messy, the slightly wider forehead was covered, and the skin was not shiny at all.
However, as the clever hands of the mother and Lu Ya were busy on her face for a while, she saw that in the bronze mirror there was a change of person, with eyebrows like willow leaves, red lips, white teeth, and charming phoenix eyes, she tried to widen her. It becomes more energetic.
"What is Zijin Tang?" Yuan Qingling said, her voice hoarse.
"Don't you remember?" Lu Ya was stunned.
She didn't remember, there were many memories in her mind that did not belong to her, but they were entangled with her own memories, and she didn't have the energy to slowly distinguish the memories.
But she didn't ask anymore. Since Lu Ya said that, she calmed down and thought slowly that she would know what Zijintang was.
She can be sure that it is not a good thing.
She stood up and walked a few steps, the wound did not hurt at all, just because she was numb when she stepped her leg.
"Wang concubine, even if it doesn't hurt anymore, you have to be careful when you move around, and try not to rub the wound." His grandmother exhorted.
"Is Brother Huo better?" Yuan Qingling held on to the threshold and looked back at her.
The mother was startled and nodded subconsciously, "It's much better."
Yuan Qingling looked at the sky outside, there was only the sun, and now it was grey and gray, and it seemed that a torrential rain was approaching.
"I'm sorry about Brother Huo!" She barely said something.
His grandmother and Lu Ya looked at each other, both in a daze.
Did you hear me wrong? She said sorry
Yuan Qingling walked out slowly. She was not used to wearing this kind of clothes. Because she was numb and walked awkwardly, she walked very slowly and slowly. She put her hands in her sleeves, but she touched something in the sleeves. She stood. He stood still and took out a look, the whole person's blood was almost solidified.