C15 He Would be Locked up in the Attic
Father's hobby of collecting antiques, a new one, must be held in the palm of his hand, tut tut tut, that's enough for him to watch for a few days.
His mother was very dissatisfied. "Do you think you can eat a few broken bottles all day?"
As she nagged, she personally brought hot soup over.
At that time, his father was holding this pair of gourd-shaped bottles. He said to his daughter, who was still confused, "Little Sheng, your mother doesn't know what's good for her. Where's the gourd? It was the same tune as Fu Lu. In front of him, there were fruits and fruits, and there were thousands of generations of descendants. Look at the patterns on it. Even the decorations in the Qing Palace are so delicate and beautiful. When you're getting married in the future, Little Sheng, Daddy will give this treasure to you as a dowry. "
Yem Sheng was very happy and waved her little hands," Wow, wow, wow! Dad is the best! "
Her mother spat on the side. "Don't talk nonsense. When our daughter is getting married in the future, I definitely want to give all my best things to her. You are the most shabby bottle in the Qing Dynasty. How dare you show it off!"
"Look, look, you're absolutely biased! And it's prejudice against me! I love my daughter, and I give her the treasure that I like. And she became a sinner!" His father always stuck his neck out and refused to admit defeat.
" You are stubborn and stubborn. I just said one sentence from you and you are going to make things difficult for me! "
The two of them usually liked to argue, but they were so loving.
Now, even this little bit of attachment, she could not keep it!
"The Yem family's madam said that special methods must be used during special times."
Meifang put her hands on her waist and gestured for people to tie Yem Sheng up, who had fainted on the ground.
A timid person at the side poked Yem Sheng. Seeing that she did not have any reaction, he was afraid and asked, "Big sister Fang, did we hit her too hard just now and kill her?"
Meifang snorted and used her feet to play with Yem Sheng who had fainted and said, "She is not completely dead yet. She just fainted. What are you afraid of!"
"No. Look at how much blood is flowing on her head. She will not die, right?"
Meifang smiled, "If she really died, the bottle just now was taken by you and the person was also smashed by you. It has nothing to do with us."
"Big Sister Fang, don't scare me! I only have that little salary for a month. The old and the young in my family... It's all on me! You're the one who ordered me to come here! How can I push all the responsibility to me if something happens!"
Meifang walked over and patted her companion who was still in shock. " I'm just joking with you. Don't be so agitated. Look, there's only so little blood, but it stopped in an instant. If there's any problem, then don't scare yourself. Besides, if you really kill this person in front of you... The Yem family's Mistress will definitely worship you as her benefactor!"
"That's right, that's right. When you become the Yem family's Madam's benefactor, you will definitely be able to taste good food and drink good food. At that time, there's nothing for you to be afraid of! Enjoy your life!"
"Stop joking with me. Send him to the attic first."
With that said, the few of them burst into laughter. The atmosphere instantly eased up a lot.
The dark and dark attic.
This was an inconspicuous corner of the Mingwan Villa. At first, it was used to store some miscellaneous items, but later, it gradually became deserted.
The wooden floor could not bear the weight of these people, so it made an ear-piercing creaking sound.
Meifang held the key and opened the door. The dust that hit their faces made them choke and cough.
"What kind of broken place is this? Even the light is broken! Just stand here and throw her in. Let's not go in and save ourselves the dust on our bodies."
Thus, the few of them casually threw Yem Sheng, who was tied up, onto the floor. With another bang, dust rose.
Meifang nagged a few more times and locked the door again. She then walked away with the few of them.
"Oh."
Yem Sheng felt that her whole body was aching badly. The feeling of being thrown on the floor like a sandbag was very unpleasant. She groaned and woke up.
The dust around her crawled into her nose, eyes, and mouth. Yem Sheng's throat itched and she immediately coughed uncontrollably.
The blood on the wound on her head was already half dry. It was just that the brain turned and the pain was severe. The blood on her collar and face coagulated. That kind of sticky and bloody smell. In addition to the rotten smell around him, it really made him nauseous.
After struggling to calm down, Yem Sheng narrowed her eyes and sized up the surroundings of the attic.
There was no light, but the only small window that allowed the cool moonlight to sprinkle in allowed her to use this weak light to see the surrounding environment clearly.
Some of the idle tables and chairs were covered with a layer of dust covering them and some messy water kettle brooms. However, it was covered with dust. It seemed that this attic had not been cleaned and cleaned for a long time.
With her sharp eyes, she suddenly saw that there seemed to be a shovel in the corner, about three or four meters away from her.
If the edge of the shovel was sharp enough, perhaps it could cut off the rope that bound her.
Yem Sheng moved and tried to stand up, but her arms were tied behind her back and her feet were firmly tied. She tried a few times and finally decided to give up.
The wound on her head hurt so much that Yem Sheng could not think.
She was so slow that she wriggled on the floor like a bug. Yem Sheng tried her best not to move too much, otherwise the dust would rise. It was not easy to get used to the feeling of being covered by flour.
A short distance of three to four meters, to Yem Sheng, was as long as a century.
She carefully turned her back to the shovel and searched the corner of the shovel. She moved the rope tied to the handle closer and cut it up and down. She could not see what was behind her, but she could hear the rustling sound. One inch at a time, she knew there was hope.
With a sound of yes, the rope in Yem Sheng's hand was finally cut off.
As for the panting and exhausted Yem Sheng, she also completely fell asleep.
By the afternoon of the second day, Yem Sheng was woken up by her own thirst.
The red mark on her wrist that was tied up by the rope had not faded yet. She sat up and pulled out the rope from her body and threw it to the side. She slept and her whole body was in great pain, as if she had been beaten up a few times last night.
She was thirsty and hungry. Even her head was still dizzy. Yem Sheng walked to the wooden door and pulled with all her strength. There were signs of loosening. If she kicked harder with her feet, perhaps she could kick the door open.
Yem Sheng did not have the time to make the next move when she heard someone outside the door shout in a low voice, "Miss Yem Sheng? Miss Yem Sheng? Are you inside?"
Whose voice was it? Could it be that Yem Momo wanted to play some new tricks again?
Through the gap in the wooden door, one could vaguely see the figure outside. It was a slightly smaller servant.
"Who are you?" Yem Sheng's eyes were full of vigilance.
Yem Sheng's body was covered in blood, and even her face had dried blood. Moreover, her entire body was covered in dust, making her look very miserable.