Aorong was in a daze all the way, and she never regained consciousness. She vaguely knew that someone was giving her medicine from time to time, again and again, once a day, nearly forty times.
Sometimes she would hear long and sad sighs, which seemed to be full of sorrow and sadness. Sometimes she would also feel the hot gaze on her face, which was quite penetrating, but she could not open her eyes to see who it was.
Sometimes changing carriages, sometimes changing boats, she tried her best to endure the bumpy ride.
This long journey will eventually end. Someone took her out of the carriage, entered a house, then entered a courtyard, and then entered a room that exuded a refreshing fragrance. They placed her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
It's like sitting aside and watching her
Aorong was somewhat conscious, but still closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, the room was full of sunshine, warm and bright. This time, she didn't give her any medicine to regain her consciousness. It wasn't easy, but her hands and feet were still weak and she couldn't move.
But it's no wonder that anyone who has been fed drugs for such a long time will have numbness in their hands and feet.
"Girl, are you awake?" With a crisp voice, a maid with a delicate face appeared in front of her with a smile on her face.
Aorong looked her over and said tentatively, "I want a drink of water."
The maid poured a cup of hot tea from the teapot beside the table, tested the water temperature, and then handed it to her mouth. She moved gently and said in a respectful voice, "Girl, please drink water."
Aorong drank it all in one gulp and was dying of thirst. She was only given a little water along the way, and even a little food required help to relieve herself. It was really not a human life.
The maid went out for a while, and when she came back she brought a bowl of thin porridge and fed it to her spoon by spoon.
Aorong still felt hungry after eating a bowl, but he knew that he should not eat more when he was hungry for a long time, so as not to hurt his spleen and stomach.
After eating and drinking enough, I began to look at the surrounding environment with interest, "Where is this?"
The interior furnishings are extremely exquisite. Everything is made of top-quality rosewood furniture, silver and red silk curtains, wooden screens carved with flowers and birds, etc. They are all valuable items that ordinary people cannot afford.
The maid smiled lightly and said, "This is Qinmei Xiaozhu"
Khan, who is asking this? What territory are you asking about? But looking at her attitude of making money, I didn’t even ask.
The two of them chatted about insignificant topics such as the weather and scenery. Ao Rong suddenly changed the topic, "Who is your master?"