A vicious concubine dressed as a villain

Chapter 22 Wake Up
Dongyue wet the handkerchief and gently wiped Zhao Qingluo's face, her eyes full of worry.

The person on the bed was as motionless as a Sleeping Beauty. Those long and curled eyelashes, tender complexion, and rosy lips didn't look sick at all.

"Ma'am, when will you wake up?" Dongyue sighed incessantly with a preoccupied look.

After a long time, Zhao Qingluo's eyelids moved slightly, but Dongyue obviously hadn't noticed this.

She slowly opened her eyes, and coughed unconsciously, "cough cough cough"

Dongyue, who was standing by the side, realized it at this time. She got up quickly, looked at the person on the bed with ecstasy, and said excitedly: Ma'am, you finally woke up. "

"Cough, cough, Dongyue, I want to drink water." Zhao Qingluo coughed again, her voice hoarse.

Dongyue first slowly helped Zhao Qingluo to lean against the bed, then went to pour a glass of water and handed it to her.

A glass of water was not enough for Zhao Qingluo. After she drank it all at once, Dongyue poured another glass. After going back and forth like this, she actually drank five or six glasses. There was no way, the glass was too small.

"Dongyue, I've been lying down for a few days." After drinking enough water, Zhao Qingluo's voice was finally not as hoarse as it was at first, but the nasal sound was still a bit heavy when he spoke.

With a bitter face, Dongyue said with some concern: "Madam, you have been in a coma for three days."

"Ah, so long?" Zhao Qingluo was shocked, expressing disbelief.

"The doctor said that if it was later, Madam would be burned into a fool." Dongyue frowned, her tone urgent.

Zhao Qingluo was shocked by this, so is she lucky?

Alas, but it's true, after all, this is ancient times, so burning a fool is probably considered light, and no matter how serious it is, there will be no one.

Thinking of this, she suddenly wanted to go home, and felt an unknown sadness in her heart.

There is no mobile phone, no wife, no happy water, no hot pot Mala Tang, and I have to worry about my life all the time.

It's been a rough day.

Before she crossed over, she was a college student who had just graduated. She stayed at home all day, listening to a certain music, reading novels, and her life should not be too pleasant.

Look at the days here again, it’s like heaven and earth!

Speaking of how did she time travel, why did she not have this memory in her mind, Zhao Qingluo suddenly became puzzled after thinking about it.

It can't be because of her staying up late every day, right?
As soon as this idea came up, Zhao Qingluo couldn't help laughing, she said it was absolutely impossible.

Dongyue slowly walked over with a bowl of pitch-black soup, "Ma'am, you'll get better soon after drinking it."

There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air, Zhao Qingluo's eyes widened, and with a bitter face, he looked at the pitch-black soup with disgust.

"Good Dongyue, can I not drink?" Zhao Qingluo looked at her pitifully, with an aggrieved look.

Dongyue strongly disagreed. She took out a piece of veil from nowhere, which seemed to be wrapped in something, and said in a coaxing tone like a child: "Madam, you drink the medicine first, and this servant bought caramel for you."

When she heard that there was candy to eat, Zhao Qingluo was moved in her heart. Although she was still a little reluctant, she could only drink the medicine, if she wanted to get well sooner.

She pinched her nose, picked up the medicine bowl, and swallowed in one gulp.

A sense of vomiting hit, Zhao Qingluo kept enduring it.

Dongyue handed her a piece of caramel in her hand, and Zhao Qingluo quickly stuffed it into her mouth, which made her feel better.

Compared with modern sugar, this caramel is still delicious, sweet and has a natural mellow taste.

(End of this chapter)