Chapter 281 The Daughter of the Sinful Minister 29
The woman was holding a porcelain basin. Xining rolled his eyes when he saw it. It looked like a modern hospital toilet.
She was pretty and neatly dressed. She bowed slightly and saluted, and her voice was very euphemistic: "Miss Gu, my name is Xiaohong, and I have been ordered to serve you."
Completely ignoring that the master on the bed was being tortured and had a cloth tied around his mouth, he could not even bite his tongue or hit the wall: "If the lady needs to go to the toilet, just give me the order. Now I will tell you a joke to relieve your boredom!"
After saying that, he placed the porcelain basin in the corner and stood seven steps away from the bed. Like a storyteller standing in a tavern, he began to speak in a professional manner.
Not only is the cadence of the words very authentic, but even the gestures are very distinct, and they have been learned for several years.
What is Xu Mian doing? Do you plan to hide your beauty in a golden house and hide her for the rest of your life?
It talks about something similar to The West Chamber, which is about the talented men and beauties on the street. She couldn't say stop, so she just listened to relieve her boredom.
Once every half an hour, after each sentence, Xiaohong stopped and asked if he needed to go to the toilet and if he wanted to drink water.
Just by looking at this look, you can tell that he is a master who can't get in the trouble of oil and salt. Xining did not ask for water and relieved herself once. She enjoyed it for a while, paralyzed at a high position and having to be taken care of.
Xiaohong's hands and feet were gentle and strong, and she might have practiced martial arts. He had no intention of knocking her out and escaping. There were two guards in uniform at the door. The palace has at least three levels. If there are people guarding all levels, it will be difficult to fly. Anyway, with the body master's little strength, it would be difficult to deal with Xiao Hong in front of him.
After every time Xiaohong finished talking, she would sit and rest for about a stick of incense, then stand up and continue talking to herself for the next time.
When it comes to the fourth episode, when the wealthy daughter wants to have a private meeting with the scholar who is staying overnight due to rain due to the exam, Xu Mian walks in.
At this time, Xu Mian had already taken off his Feiyu suit and walked in in casual clothes. Seeing Xiao Hong stop to salute, he walked to the bedside and sat on the edge of the bed: "Go on, I will listen too."
So Xiaohong calmly continued from where she left off.
Some parts are inevitably indecent, and Xiao Hong vividly expresses the shyness and joy of the rich lady when she sees the scholar. If it were Miss Gu who had been in purgatory for a long time, she would inevitably blush.
Xu Mian sat there, almost motionless, as if he felt her looking over, so he glanced sideways, then turned his head and continued to read Xiaohong's story.
Even at the end, Xiao Hong slapped the table with her hand: "If you want to know what happened next time, please listen to the breakdown next time!" They were all the same, except that there was a piece of gavel missing in their hands.
Xu Mian nodded: "Not bad."
He turned around and unlocked Xining's flat shackles and the bed, and helped her stand up. He untied the cloth that tied his mouth, and there was a bit of warmth in his cold eyes. He raised his fingers and gently rubbed the area where she was bound by the cloth strips.
It feels a little painful. It seems that it was tied for too long and there are redness, swelling and marks.
Xijing sat quietly, there was no point in hiding, it was better to cooperate.
Xu Mian gently rubbed the red mark on her face: "You want to eat dinner by yourself, do you want me to feed you?"
If he hadn't been kidnapped and was still restrained now, he would really look like a caring and considerate husband.
Xining could only smile bitterly: "I'll eat it myself."
Xu Mian turned to Xiaohong: "Go to the kitchen and bring the food."
"Yes!" Xiaohong saluted politely, turned around and went out, closing the door.
Xu Mian and her were left alone. Xu Mian rubbed the marks on her face, but there was no trace of blasphemy in his eyes, as if he was just rubbing a ball of flour.
Xining pretended to be brave and discussed: "Sir, can you let me go? I haven't lived enough and I won't seek death. I won't run away, because I can't escape at all."
"Oh~" Xu Mian responded and continued rubbing. After a while, he stopped and took a closer look: "It's okay, no need to apply ice." Did he listen? Xining rolled her eyes.
Xiaohong came into the house carrying a plate of food. After putting it on the table, she turned around and opened the door. She handed the empty plate out, took another plate from outside, turned around and put it on the table again. Four dishes and one soup, some meat and some vegetarian.
Then she lit the candles in the four corners of the room and put on the lampshades. Xiaohong then slightly bent her knees towards the bed and said, "Sir, the food is ready."
Xu Mian ordered: "Go down first."
"Yes!" Xiaohong walked out and closed the door.
Xu Mian stood up, picked up Xining, placed her on a chair next to the dining table, and then moved another chair to sit next to her. He picked up a small rice bowl filled with rice and began to feed her one bite of rice and one bite of vegetables.
The vegetables are all finely chopped, and the braised pork is cut into small pieces and cooked into small pieces.
Xining took a few mouthfuls and couldn't bear it anymore: "Sir, can you let me go and let me eat by myself?"
Xu Mian seemed to turn a deaf ear. He handed over a small spoonful of rice, picked out a piece of soft and pulpy braised pork with chopsticks, and stuffed it into her mouth. He also scooped up a spoonful of egg custard.
Xining...
For the first time, I felt powerless, and any force I exerted felt like hitting cotton. This guy can't communicate at all!
It seems that Xu Mian is ill, an occupational disease, and likes to force others to eat.
After using more than half of the bowl, Xining shook his head: "I'm full."
Xu Mian held the rice bowl: "You eat less than you usually do. The food doesn't suit your appetite? I'll let the chef cook whatever you want to eat."
Jin Yiwei can know how much he usually eats and what he likes to eat.
Xining explained: "I lay down for a day. Even if I don't move, I will walk around the yard to eat."
Xu Mian nodded and put down the bowl: "You rest first." He picked up another large bowl filled with rice and started eating.
It felt so weird, she was sitting next to him in a surrendering posture with her legs tied. Watching Xu Mian eat leisurely but quickly.
After Xu Mian finished eating, she picked up the hand towel placed next to her and wiped her face and hands. Then she picked up the unfinished bowl of rice she had just eaten and said, "Eat more?"
Xining shook his head: "Why is this?"
Xu Mian seemed to think for a while, then turned around and finished her unfinished bowl with the remaining dishes on the table in two or three bites.
After eating, he picked her up and let her sit on the edge of the bed. First, he untied the rope on her legs, put her legs and feet on his thighs, and massaged the tied areas. This is to relax the muscles and activate blood circulation. If it is tied for a long time, blood flow will inevitably be blocked.
The massage was neither light nor heavy, it was comfortable but also intimidating. It can make you feel comfortable, but it can also make your life worse than death.
After a while, Xu Mian felt that it was almost done, so he packed the rope into the bedside cabinet, but took out some more things from the cabinet.
When Xining saw it, he almost fainted. The rope was put away and the shackles were changed! I'm still afraid that she will run away, but she can't escape at all. Isn't this too careful?
After being shackled, my feet can move, but the foot-long iron chain between the two shackles restricts my movement. I can walk, but I can't run fast.
Xu Mian used the key to open the flat shackle around his neck again, and finally he could put his hands down.
(End of chapter)