Chu Ci finished drinking the water, but she still felt dizzy.
I've never been in such bad health.
Chu Ci hummed and signaled Qingbi to put her back.
It wasn't until I lay back in bed that I felt a little better.
Most of Chu Ci's face was buried in the soft quilt and pillow, with only her black hair like clouds scattered on the side.
It makes the pale little face look even more sickly.
Qingbi's eyes were filled with heartache. She carefully held Chu Ci's hand, warming it in her hand, and spoke again, "Miss, the kitchen is still warming up the porridge. They said you can have some if you're hungry when you wake up."
"I don't want to eat, I want to sleep."
Chu Ci spoke in a somewhat muffled voice.
She buried her face even deeper into the soft pillow like a spoiled brat.
This little gesture made Qingbi want to laugh. She curled her lips slightly, not daring to urge her. She pulled down the curtain to block out some of the light from the oil lamp outside, but not so much that it would completely dim. At the same time, she spoke to Chu Ci again, "Then go to sleep, young lady. Qingbi, go tell the people next to the lady and wait outside."
He had been in the inner room before to take care of Chu Ci. Now that he had confirmed that Chu Ci's fever had basically subsided, he naturally had to report to the master and the mistress first. Even if he had gone to bed, he had to tell the servants there first.
Chu Ci responded muffledly, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.
The next morning, the air was hazy with dew.
Before Chu Ci woke up, her hand was pulled up.
Chu Ci snorted, opened her eyes, looked up, and saw a beautiful woman who looked to be no more than 20 years old looking down at her worriedly.
She is the mother of this body.
"My dear, are you feeling better? The doctor will be here soon."
"mother."
The little girl called out softly, still lying there listlessly.
After a good night's sleep, the weak and limp feeling in my body did not go away. My head was still a little dizzy and I felt quite uncomfortable.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, my dear, you've come here so many times."
As Mrs. Chu spoke, she raised her hand to smooth Chu Ci's hair.
Chu Ci responded sullenly, adjusted her posture, and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep again.
I didn't even know when the doctor came to take my pulse. I only remembered that I was woken up halfway and forced to drink a bowl of very bitter medicine.
Chu Ci frowned and couldn't resist, her little hands flapping around. Finally, after being forced to drink the whole thing, she huddled under the quilt with a wronged look on her face and continued to sleep.
At this moment, on the other side, not long after the sun rose in the early morning, the door of Lu's house was opened.
A handsome man who looked as gentle as jade walked out, followed by two servants.
He has long black hair, neatly tied up with a jade crown. After years of struggling in the business world, he has developed a shrewd, fox-like temperament.
The smile at the corner of his lips was very light and shallow, as if he was not really smiling, but it gave people a gentle feeling.
Lu's residence is located in the center of the city, and early in the morning the area is bustling with vendors setting up stalls and shops.
I had a simple meal outside and spent the whole morning talking about business with someone with a veiled smile on his face.
With a large amount of income coming into his account again, he looked calm and relaxed. He sat in the largest restaurant in Jiangwan City, holding a glass of wine and sipping it in small sips.
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