After Situ Cheng waited for Aunt Mian to walk out of the door, she finally couldn't help crying suppressed.

It's not just the pain in my hands, but also the fear and helplessness in my heart. She thought that as long as she was willing to work hard to learn the arts, she would naturally have a way to get out of here when she was fine, but she didn't expect that she would be tortured in the process of learning. This is just the beginning, and I don't know what kind of torment I will have to get through in the future.

When the sisters were there just now, they disliked her for her rough hands and big feet. Now that these hands have been sinned beforehand, it won't be their own feet that will suffer next, right?

I remember that in her previous life, she was also forced to bind her feet by her mother when she was very young. Because no matter how good-looking and virtuous a woman with big feet is, no matter how powerful her family is, it is still difficult to get married. What's more, she is a concubine who is not liked by her mother and not loved by her biological father.

She shuddered when she thought about the pain of binding her feet now.

Women with small feet will be subject to a lot of restrictions on their movements, and it will be difficult to bear to walk a little more. When I walk on weekdays, I don't dare to press the strength of my whole body on my feet, so I can only walk with my breath.

Situ Cheng remembered her previous life, and was busy taking off her shoes and socks. Absinthe didn't understand what it meant, and just did it.

Situ Cheng craned her legs and looked at her feet. She stroked her right foot with her left foot and then her left foot with her right foot. I was fascinated as if I was looking at a pair of treasures.

Seeing her behaving strangely, Absinthe asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?" ”

Situ Cheng came back to her senses and asked Absinthe: "Sister, do you say that it is better to have small feet or heavenly feet?" ”

Absinthe wants to say that of course it is good for small feet, and some people come to Yufangyuan to buy girls, and the first thing they see is their feet. It's just that she just thought about it in her heart, and didn't dare to say it, for fear of annoying Situ Ming.

"Absinthe, sit next to me, take off your shoes and socks, and I'll look at your feet." Situ Cheng said to her.

"Girl, this can't be helped, never helped!" Absinthe waved his hand again and again.

How can a woman's feet be seen casually, not even her own sister Calamus. What's more, absinthe is now a servant, and it is really indecent to take off her shoes and socks in her own girl's room.

"Why can't you do it, we are both women, what are we afraid of, and there are no outsiders." Situ insisted on seeing the feet of absinthe.

"The girl didn't know that absinthe was doing rough work, and on the first day of serving the girl today, she didn't have time to bathe and change clothes. This foot ...... "the way of bitter sinking."

Humanity is a lazy woman's footwrap is smelly and long, it's not that absinthe is lazy, but that she's too busy.

"Forget it, don't look at it, it's not like I haven't wrapped my feet. Such deformed feet are really ugly, and I don't know if people in this world have eye diseases, so they think that such feet are beautiful. Situ Cheng muttered to herself. She was still holding her injured hand and her left and right feet crossed.

"Has the girl ever bound her feet? It's just that the girl's feet don't look like ......," Absinthe asked her, hearing her.

Situ Cheng was thinking about how to answer, could it be that this girl was also small feet in her last life, and in this life, she was pitiful and let me possess a woman with heavenly feet?

She really wanted to thank the woman she possessed had never bound her feet, otherwise she would have had so much fun when she was in Shijia Village.

I thought of following the stone to climb trees, pick wild fruits, catch crickets, and catch fireflies...... It was a beautiful day.

Shi Zi'er, Shi Zipan, will we ever see each other again in this life?

She remembered the purse she embroidered for Shi Zi'er again, the dining cloud lying on the stone, the cloud was there, the stone was there, and the daylily flower had no time to finish embroidering. It's like the sky is still that day, the village is still the same village, Shi Zi'er may still be so naughty, but she is not there anymore.

No matter how painful your hand is, can you get through the pain in your heart?

Fortunately, absinthe is by her side, and she takes care of and serves the tea and food. Situ Cheng is really not used to others treating her like this, if she can't move her hands, she will definitely have to do everything herself.

After lunch, Mian Gu sent someone to send a message to Situ Ming, asking her to familiarize herself with a few books on the bookshelf within a month.

Absinthe had no choice but to prop the book out on the table and turn it page by page for Situ Cheng to read.

Situ Cheng has always hated books like "The Fourth Book of Women" the most, so she just picked up some poetry collections and read a few pages all afternoon.

Because of the inhuman torture he had received a few days ago, and now his hand was injured again, he really couldn't hold it anymore, and he fell asleep on the lamp at night.

Don't look at her being forced to read all afternoon, in fact, she has been thinking about her current situation. The most worrying thing is whether my feet will be rectified by the cotton aunt in any way, and whether they will be broken and become small feet?

Maybe it's because I have a lot of things to worry about during the day, and I unconsciously walked into that labyrinthine room full of books in my sleep.

She always remembered the words of the old mother-in-law at the end of Huiyang Road, saying that she would be given a wordless book.

Although there were many bookshelves and books in this room in the dream, the books were all blank. It's just a book without a word, how to read it, and how to understand it? She just couldn't figure it out.

Situ remembered that the last time she came here in a dream, there was a woman who looked like her. Maybe she could ask the woman if there was a book called the Wordless Book of Interpretation.

She walked through the rows of bookshelves, occasionally pulling a book out of the shelf to read. Ten ** are all empty.

"Is there anybody, is anyone here?" Situ exclaimed.

"The sister from last time, can you come out for a while, I don't know what to do and I need you to solve my doubts."

Only her voice echoed through the boundless room, and she was surprised to find that her hand was healed. Then I thought about it, it was in a dream, not real.

She continued to flip through the books on the shelves, and inadvertently pulled out a book with words, which was a sword book.

Situ Cheng thought of Xiao Jiahan, a young man who was sometimes as cold as frost, and sometimes had a hippie smile and was not serious.

Xiao Kahan once asked her if she had learned swordsmanship, but in fact, killing people is also a science. Where this sword pierces, it will be seriously injured but not fatal, and where it pierces, it will be fatal without procrastination, half-dead.

How can a person who has never learned martial arts simply and neatly break the tendons with a sword, break the tendons with a sword, and accurately pierce the heart with a sword?

"Hey!" Situ Cheng suddenly heard someone sighing behind her, she hurriedly turned around and saw the woman from last time.

"Hey!" The woman sighed again.

"This sister, why are you sighing again and again?" Situ asked her.

"I actually expected that we would be where we are today, but I didn't expect you to become so stupid without me." The woman sighed again.

"What do you mean?" Situ Ming was puzzled, she thought about it again, and suddenly realized:

"You know what's going on in my mind?"

"Finally got the hang of it." The woman said with relief.

"Since you know what I'm thinking, does that solve my doubts?" Situ asked hopefully.

The woman smiled and said nothing.