Chapter 40: The Fog Fills

Misty Manman, the fog outside the room changed from the original visibility of five meters to four meters, and the white fog could not be felt whether it was sunny or cloudy.

The guest rooms of Yunmeng Villa are divided into east and west wings, Shui Miao and Granny Jin live in the west wing of the villa guest rooms, and there are few guests living in the west wing, most of them are concentrated in the east wing. Where to live is not chosen by the guests themselves, but arranged by the maidservants of Yunmeng Villa. On the third day after the death of the first man, that is, the sixth day after they came here, yesterday was the second day, the ceramic man appeared for the first time, and this day was uneventful, and no one died. On the other hand, the number of ceramic people in the pavilion has not increased, and it is still the ceramic person with the image of the unlucky little marquis.

Shui Miao came to the living room according to Granny Jin's instructions, it was still full of people, the wine was happy, and one less person did not have any impact on them at all, and in four days, Miss Eighteen would show her true face of Lushan.

A guest hugged a maidservant, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and asked the maidservant in his arms curiously: "You eighteenth miss, aren't you beautiful?"

"Of course, Miss Eighteen is twenty-eight years old this year, which is the age when she is ready to let go, and her beauty and wisdom are above her seventeen sisters. The servant girl said this, but obviously a little unhappy, even if the master and servant are different, a woman in front of a man to praise another woman for being beautiful, will be a little unhappy, "Why, my appearance, the official is not satisfied?"

This guest is not a rookie who has just come out to mingle with the rivers and lakes, don't praise other women for being beautiful in front of women, this is the greatest respect for women. The guest said, "Beautiful, of course beautiful, but unfortunately you can't touch it." ”

This maid is also quite beautiful, about twenty years old, and she may be able to turn her head a little outside, but this Yunmeng Villa doesn't know if it is a specialized beauty, among many beauties, it looks very ordinary. And the rules of Yunmeng Villa, the maidservant girl is just to accompany the wine, and other more excessive actions are not allowed, which is also spoiling many guests.

The maidservant smiled evilly, "You can go and beg grandmother to marry me to you." ”

The guest's eyes lit up and he said, "Can it be like this?"

The maidservant said, "Of course, the man should marry and the woman should marry, but I don't know, how much are you willing to pay to marry me?"

The guest was stunned, he has also been to a lot of Fengyue places, many Fengchen women are obedient like little white rabbits, as long as they are willing to pay, they don't care whether they are a one-night couple or a lifelong couple. And the maidservants here are so powerful that they refuse to give anything and start negotiating the price. The guest said, "How much do you think is appropriate?"

This sentence was a bit sarcastic, but they all came to accompany the wine, and they really regarded themselves as women from good families?

The maidservant smiled and said, "What do you think of a pair of legs?"

The guest was stunned, thinking he had misheard: "Legs?"

The handmaid rightly said, "Yes, legs." ”

The guest gasped: "Why legs?"

The maidservant said: "Money and foreign things, Yunmeng Villa has money, as long as I want, I can spend 1,800 taels of silver casually." But to marry a man, of course, you have to have something more sincere. ”

When a servant girl said such a thing, the guest was shocked, angry, stood up, slapped her in the face, pointed at her and scolded, "You don't look at what you are." ”

The servant girl covered her face and looked at him viciously, without scolding, let alone pleading, but pointed to the door and said, "The guest is drunk, and you will not be welcome in the living room in the future, please." ”

The guest was even more angry, but two older women came up with their swords resting on his neck, unceremoniously said, "Give me a minute." ”

To give a minute, is to give a minute to disappear, otherwise what is the consequence, the sword on the neck already speaks of the result. The iron law of Yunmeng Villa is not to act excessively towards the servant girl who accompanies the wine, otherwise what will be the consequence, of course, it will be death.

It was already luck for the guest to pick up a life, he pointed at the servant girl viciously, so many people present looked at him, looking at his jokes, his face was naturally unbearable, and he was embarrassed to go out of the door without saying two cruel words: "Count you ruthless." ”

In front of everyone's eyes, the guest left angrily, and when he left, the living room resumed laughter. Trials, everything is for trials, having said that, this kind of uncultivated man is not even qualified to take a look at Miss Eighteen. And the servant girl also left, and the guests here are all a table of guests with a servant girl, and when the guests are gone, the servant girl naturally leaves.

Shui Miao saw it in her eyes, and her heart was horrified, but she could already feel that the guest who offended the maidservant girl was estimated to be more than lucky.

But I heard a burst of laughter in my ears: "Little brother, you have turned to a glass of wine." ”

"Ahh Shui Miao said cutely: "Sister Xiaoyuan, I am such a young child, I can't drink, can I change it to something else." ”

The maid who accompanied Shui Miao was called Xiao Yuan, the fate of fate, maybe this is also fate, after the unlucky little marquis died, Shui Miao sat on his table, and all Xiao Yuan came to accompany Shui Miao. Xiao Yuan stuck his waist and pretended to be angry: "Of course not, I can abide by the rules of the game as a woman, you can't?"

Shui Miao was stunned, he saw the guest who was held by the sword on his neck just now, if he didn't want to be bored, he might as well drink it. Shui Miao raised his wine glass and drank it in one gulp, a spicy feeling exploded in his mouth, and he fanned the wind into his mouth vigorously: "It's so spicy." ”

This action made Xiao Yuan couldn't help laughing: "Little brother, you can drink slowly, don't say that my sister bullies people." ”

Shui Miao drank for the first time, and when she saw other adults drinking, she felt that she was drinking Qiong Jelly Yulu, why was it so unpleasant to drink, and her head was still a little dizzy after drinking. Shui Miao burped and said, "Wait for me to slow down." ”

Xiao Yuan began to like this little hairy child, the child is cute, and sometimes it is quite likable. She hadn't seen the little boy before, because the guests who came here were all grown men.

Shui Miao touched the spoon that was used as a pointer, and said curiously: "Sister Xiaoyuan, can you find this special spoon this day?" This spoon is indeed very special, it seems to be produced for playing this game, the bottom is round, easy to turn, and the spoon mouth is very heavy, as if it is a tumbler.

Xiao Yuan nodded and said, "This is made by Miss Eighteen." ”

"Oh?" Shui Miao didn't think too much, he was also the kind of person who poured it in one bite, a child, he was not suitable for the drunken gold fans of the adult world. Shui Miao staggered to his feet: "I can't do it, go back and rest first." ”

Xiao Yuan nodded, but looked at Shui Miao a little strangely.

Is it unbearable, what can't she bear?

Shui Miao staggered, left in the fog, unstable, and wanted to fall several times. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I vomited on the side of the road, and after vomiting, I was more sober, but he found that he seemed to be lost, and this was not the way back to the West Wing at all. He stood in place, scared into a cold sweat, he wanted to cry, but he also knew that crying would not help, and it might lead to death.

And what was even more surprising was that he saw a man, a dead man, his legs had been cut off, and blood was flowing from the wounds, apparently he had just died, he was lying down, and his neck, looking up at the sky, had obviously been twisted and died, and his eyes were full of anger and surprise.

"Ahh

The fog, which is too thick, can easily lose direction.