The Chivalrous Lady's Marriage Tale

With the soaking time gradually longer, Su Wanning found that this liquid is by no means ordinary cow's milk. She raised her hand and rubbed her arm, actually touched a hand of fine fluff, those usually with the skin as one of the sweat hairs, at the moment with the liquid soaking have fallen off, revealing the bottom of the smooth over the skin. Her heart tightened, tried to luck, but found that the dantian is empty, in the past the internal force that runs freely is like a stone sinking into the sea, not even a ripple can not rise. She tensed her arm muscles with all her might, but she only felt that the muscles gradually loosened up under the effect of the liquid, and the lines that were originally tight due to years of martial arts training were becoming softer and softer at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. What's even more terrible is that she tried to lift her arm, only to feel that her limbs were heavy and incomparably heavy, and even such a simple action as lifting her hand was exceptionally laborious, and the strength that had accompanied her for many years seemed to have been drained away a little bit by this strange liquid. "Anyone? Let me out!" Su Wan Ning shouted at the outside of the barrel, her voice was a bit hoarse due to her haste, "Where is this? What kind of demonic spell is in the barrel?!" She struggled to twist her body, trying to hit the barrel, but the strength that could open up a monument and crack a stone in the past, now she couldn't even shake the barrel, but instead, it made the itchiness and powerlessness on her body even worse. She finally realized that this liquid can not only remove hair and rejuvenate her skin, but also disintegrate her internal strength, soften her muscles, and even deprive her of her strength, to turn her from a warrior with strong martial arts into a weak woman with no hands and no power to bind chickens, not even as good as an ordinary person - she could clearly feel that her own strength at this moment, I am afraid that it is not even comparable to that of an ordinary child. She could clearly feel that her strength at this moment, I'm afraid that even ordinary children can't compare. She then realized that she was in a huge nanmu barrel, the body of the barrel was carved with complicated twining lotus patterns, at a glance, it was clear that the value was not expensive. The barrel was filled with milky white liquid, the liquid surface was just above her shoulders, only her head was exposed, the mouth of the barrel was sealed by a heavy wooden lid, only two small holes were opened on the side for ventilation. What made her heart even colder was that her hands were tightly wrapped by a kind of special soft armor, her fingertips were fixed into a fist position, and the whole palm of her hand was bulging like two round balls, not to mention holding a sword, even bending her fingers couldn't be done. "Anyone? Let me out!" Su Wan Ning shouted to the outside of the barrel, her voice was a little hoarse due to her haste, "Where is this? How dare you guys kidnap people from the Jianghu, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" She struggled to twist her body, trying to hit the barrel, but the buoyancy of the liquid removed most of the force, the barrel did not move, but let the body itch more. After shouting for about an incense stick of work, footsteps finally came from outside the door, followed by a "creak" sound of the door opening. Two servants wearing green cloth skirts walked in, the older one was about forty years old, with a kind face but with a few constraints; the younger one was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with eyes full of curiosity, but didn't dare to look more at Su Wan Ning. "Girl don't shout, this is the inner courtyard of Mo Yun Mountain Villa, no one would dare to come and save you even if you shout your throat out." Elderly maid walked forward, reached out and tried the temperature of the barrel's edge, said in a flat tone.

"The toes have also been disposed of for you, saving you from learning those jianghu women, using your feet to clip the knife to play tricks." The young granny patted the back of her foot, tone full of bragging, "This sock toes at the sandwich added soft iron, look thick, actually hard, from now on you this foot ah, obediently used to walk, don't want to do anything else - this is what the young lady should have the appearance of the rules and regulations, how good. " The grannies still don't think it's enough, they fetched a few rolls of thicker red ropes and lifted Su Wan Ning's skirt up high, revealing her calves coated with the "Fixed Stocking Cream". "The young master of the manor specially ordered that the legs must also be tied up securely, in order to appear dignified." The leading granny was carrying the end of the rope, her tone was light as if she was talking about a happy event. Su Wan Ning's body was tense, her throat let out a desperate whimper - her legs had already become soft due to the medicinal water, at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to resist, she could only allow the grannies to wrap the rope around her thighs and calves one by one. Rope strangling extremely tight, each wrap around to use all their strength to pull tight, sharp rope edge deeply embedded in the flesh, the original smooth and plump legs strangled out of a section of raised meat rings, like just dug out of the mud lotus root joints, red and white crisscrossed, shocking to the eye. "Ouch, this is what is called regularity in this binding." The young granny squatted on the ground, poked the strangled meat knots with her finger, her tone was full of admiration, "Red rope around the legs, blessed to be together, the tighter this knot is tied, the more prosperous the days with the young banker will be in the future, and they will not be able to be separated from each other for the rest of their lives." "That's right girl," another granny tied a solid knot in her knee, pain Su Wan Ning trembled, but she said with a smile, "This 'soft muscle soup' benefits at this moment on the show, for someone else so tied. The other person so tied, the early blood should not be able to cry for help, you look at you, although the face is white, but not half a bit of bruises, this is the other person begged for not come to the blessing of being tied to send into the wedding hall in peace and quiet." They started from the root of her thighs, wrapped a circle every half a foot, tied a double layer of dead knots at her knees and ankles, and finally used a red rope to tie her legs and ankles together, so that her legs could not be separated, and could only maintain a slightly flexed posture. The rope strangled the skin and flesh, the pain that drilled her heart spread along her leg bones, Su Wan Ning's tears surged out, soaking the silk ribbon on her face, but she didn't even have the qualification to lift her hand to wipe her tears. "You just steal joy," the leading granny patted her thigh, feeling the tight touch under the rope, "this tying method is the 'concentric knot' from the western region, each rope represents a heart, the young master of the manor for your marriage. The young master of the manor has put a lot of thought into your marriage. You will be obedient in the future, these ropes will naturally be untied; if you dare to make a fuss, we have stronger ropes, to ensure that you are tied comfortably." Su Wan Ning was tied up tightly, her upper body was fixed straight by the restraints, and the "lotus root joints" strangled by the ropes on her lower body rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and every time she moved, it was as if she was going to be cut by the ropes. She completely became a red rope wrapped "puppet", hands and feet can not move, mouth can not speak, just gasping for breath, see the young woman carrying a red cloth shoes embroidered with gold thread auspicious clouds. This shoe looks exquisite, but the size is obviously on the small side, and the shoe chamber is unusually narrow, actually designed to be able to stuff two feet together into the style. "This is the 'Hopping Foot Shoes', and it is also what the Young Lord of the Manor purposely had made, the stitches are embroidered by the best embroiderer." The leading granny squatted down, ignoring Su Wan Ning's struggles, reaching out to press down on her ankles that were tied together, "Two feet wearing one pair of shoes, only then is it called merging into one, and in the future, you will be one with the young manor master." Su Wan Ning's throat let out a mournful whimper, desperately twisting her ankles wanting to resist, but her legs were tied to death by the rope, and her ankles were strangled to the point of numbness, unable to move at all. One of the grannies pressed down on her calves, one grabbed her palms, and forced both feet into the narrow shoe chamber - the space inside the shoe is cramped, plus the thick stockings on the feet, just stuffed in half, Su Wan Ning was in pain with spasms, her toes were squeezed and curled, her nails almost embedded in the flesh, sharp pain spread along the her feet spread to her calves, causing her eyes to blacken in front of her eyes. "Bear with it girl, all new shoes rub your feet, just get used to wearing them." The lead granny pressed her heel into the shoe with force, with a "pop" sound, both feet were finally completely stuffed into the shoe, the upper of the shoe was bulging, the stitching was taut and shiny. Su Wan Ning's toes in the shoes completely lost space for movement, was squeezed into a ball, even a slight stretch can not be done, every time you breathe and drive the body to sway, the palms of the feet are like countless fine needles piercing, pain, she was covered in cold sweat.

"Unfair?" Shen Yan looked like he had heard a heavenly joke, a cold snort rolled out of his throat, and his fingers suddenly exerted force, ruthlessly pinching into the soft flesh of Su Wan Ning's cheeks, causing her body to spasm in pain, and she could only let out a whimper that was smothered by the red handkerchief. "Back then when you swept the tip of your sword across my cheek, how come you didn't think about fairness? When you twisted me to the authorities as a thief and a bandit based on three or two sentences of nonsense from a passerby, why didn't you think of fairness?" He leaned down and approached, his scar enlarged infinitely in front of her eyes, "Now it's your turn to be chained and bound by ropes, and you've had enough of not being able to do anything you want to do, and now you want to be fair? Mistress Su's 'justice', turns out to be so double standard." He violently let go of his hand, Su Wanning's head heavily knocked on the bedpost behind her, the muffled sound of "thud" shook her ears. The crooked phoenix crown completely slipped off, and the bead strings smashed on the carpet with a tiny sound, revealing her sweaty and messy hair. She immediately lowered her head as if she had been pardoned, with teardrops hanging on her thick eyelashes, and stared at her hands that had been glued together into a ball by the gelatin - these hands had once held a sword to cut down a thief, but also because of the recklessness of hurting someone, and at the moment, she couldn't even curl up, which was exactly the situation she was in at the moment. The scar on Shen Yan's face has become her worst nightmare, every time she breathes, she can remember that the wound was caused by herself, and the guilt and fear will flood her like a tide, even the gold chain at her neck is slightly trembling. "I don't want your apology, much less your tears." Shen Yan straightened up, condescendingly looking at her curled-up-in-a-ball posture, the hem of her big red wedding dress swept over her shackled ankles, and in his tone of voice was an undeniable forcefulness, "What you owe me is not something that can be erased by crying twice. From today onwards, 'Wind Chasing Sword' Su Wanning is dead - you are just my Shen Yan's prisoner, an object to be used to repay me for two years of humiliation, and when I feel it's enough, when will it be over." His words were like a red-hot iron, fiercely scalding on Su Wan Ning's heart. She bit the red handkerchief in her mouth, tasted the bloody flavor mixed with tears, tears smashed on the big red wedding dress, haloing a dark flower, but even the strength to lift her hand to wipe it away did not have the strength to do so - her arms were strangled by the knots of the backward rope to the point of wood, fingertips have long lost consciousness. She finally understood completely, Shen Yan never wanted her repentance, but to drag her down from the clouds of the "heroine", fell into the mud, so that she personally experience once again he had endured, more painful than the scars of humiliation and despair. At the corner of the corridor outside the wedding room, Zhuge Mou stood with his hands folded, his fingertips lightly twisting the hem of his green shirt. Inside the room suppressed whimpering and Shen Yan's cold questioning intermittently, to hear the words "pay back two years of humiliation", the bottom of his eyes flashed a trace of understanding smile. As the layout, he knows better than anyone else Shen Yan's pent-up hatred, at this moment the room's movement, undoubtedly is the master's vengeance is paid for the signal. He raised his hand to straighten his collar, turned to the servant waiting under the corridor and said in a deep voice, "No one may approach the wedding room by half a step, violators will be dealt with according to the rules of the estate." The servant hurriedly bowed and replied, and only then did Zhuge Mou turn around and leave, with the lightness of a successful plan in his steps. The atmosphere in the room was even more stagnant due to Zhuge Mou's departure. Shen Yan looked at Su Wan Ning's eyes swollen by tears, suddenly reached out and pinched her jaw, rubbing his fingers against the "lock speech cream" that had solidified around his lips. "Don't you have something to say?" His tone is still cold, but from the waist to touch a small silver knife, the blade of the knife against her lip line gently a cut - that "lock speech cream" encounter knife that is melted, sticky red handkerchief was also picked open, with the smell of blood air instantly rushed into Su Wan Ning's mouth, let her She couldn't help but cough violently.

He said, both hands at the same time to explore her waist side and inner thighs - these two places are already sensitive, catalyzed by the potion is even more unbearable. The fingertips just touched the soft flesh, Su Wanning broke out into heartbreaking laughter screams, laughter is full of crumbling sobs: "Hahaha ...... Shen Yan! Please ...... really can't ...... I'm in pain ...... I'm itching so much it hurts!" She rolled back and forth on the bed like a fish out of water, her wrists strangled by the ropes tied back with red marks, the shackles on her ankles hit the bed frame "clunk", but not even half a point to avoid the room. Shen Yan's fingertips finally stopped at her ankle shackles, copper key inserted into the lock hole turned twice, "click" two light sound, the neck of the gold chain and ankle shackles together on the ground, in the carpet rolled out the sound of fine. Su Wan Ning just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the torture is finally over, the line of sight down, but saw his legs have long been dark red hemp rope intensive binding - rope knots from the thigh roots wrapped to the ankles, each are extremely tight, the black silk stockings of the grain pressure out of the deep traces, she was trying to struggle, Shen Yan has turned around and took out from the dresser drawer a pair of silver fine-toothed soft brush, and the teasing under his eyes was even greater than before. "Don't think about hiding." Shen Yan sat on one knee at the end of the bed, reached out and then clutched her right foot that was fixed by the rope knot, and his fingertips scratched through the cold sock surface through the black silk, "This pair of precious black silk of yours, back then, always said that it could hide hidden weapons, but now it has become a 'proof of guilt' that you can't stand it." He deliberately used his knuckles to rub over the seam where the rope knot and the stocking fit together, the skin there was already extra sensitive due to the potion modification, by the double friction of the rough twine and the smooth silk, Su Wanning instantly drew in a breath of cold air, her toes tensed up futilely under the rope knot restraints, but she couldn't even curl up slightly - the twine had long since restricted her movements to the extreme. "Don't hide." Shen Yan's voice carried an unquestionable strength, and with his other hand, he picked up a silver soft brush, the bristles of which gently swept over the stocking-wrapped center of his foot. The teeth of that soft brush were extremely densely spaced, and when it brushed against the sensitive skin through the thin silk, the itchiness instantly doubled, Su Wan Ning's feet violently tensed, her toes scratched hard, but she didn't even have half the strength to break free - Shen Yan's thumb pressed down on the arch of her foot with a death grip, so that her paw was completely exposed to the bristles of the brush. "Ah ...... don't ...... Shen Yan! It's ...... too itchy!" Her voice shook beyond recognition, tears mixed with sweat smashed on the brocade quilt, "This stocking ...... this brush ...... I can't take it ...... please take it away! ...... "She desperately twisted her feet, the skin at her ankles was rubbed red, but Shen Yan's movements became more and more wanton, the soft brush from the heart of the foot to the toe seam, and then up along the ankle, rubbing over the stocking wrapped calf belly. The stockings are already thin and transparent, after she struggled to ooze out of the thin sweat soaked, but also tightly attached to the skin, soft brush touch through the silk threads to pass more and more clear. Su Wan Ning's toes wriggled futilely in the stockings, trying to avoid the brush bristles' touch, but on the contrary, it made the friction between the silk threads and her skin even more intense, and the itchiness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. Her body arched up and down, her hands were tied behind her back, she could only rely on the futile writhing to vent her pain, her mouth repeatedly shouted "I'm sorry", her voice was filled with broken sobs. "When you hurt me back then, you didn't have so many words to beg for forgiveness." Shen Yan's soft brush suddenly increased its force, brushing over the ankles at the edge of the stockings, where the skin is the most delicate, and was stimulated to the point where Su Wan Ning let out a sharp cry. He watched her toes curl up into a ball in the stocking, a hint of pleasure flashed under his eyes, his other hand grabbed her left foot and put on the stocking as he did, the bristles of the soft brush fell on the center of both feet at the same time. Shen Yan's movements did not have the slightest pause, his fingertips sometimes lightly scratched, sometimes pressed, from her reddened ears to her slender wrists, from the soft flesh of her waist and abdomen to the folds behind her knees, every place was not spared. Su Wan Ning's consciousness has long been the extreme itch washed out, mouth repeatedly shouted "sorry" "I was wrong", but the body uncontrollably spasms, even breathing has become intermittent, chest violently undulating, as if it is going to explode in general. Shen Yan fiercely stop all the movements, silver soft brush "snap" slammed on the brocade quilt. He raised his hand to pull over the end of the bed pre-prepared thick hemp rope, action is crisp and clean Su Wan Ning was bound by red rope ankles to the corner of the bed on both sides of the pull, and was tied back up after the wrists upward to form an echo of the hemp rope tied at one end of the leg of the bed on the iron ring, will be her limbs completely fixed into the "four horse hoofs! One end of the hemp rope was tied to the iron ring on the leg of the bed, completely fixing her limbs into a "four horses with hooves" posture, leaving her hanging in the center of the bed, and depriving her of even the slightest bit of room to struggle.

"I ...... I'm convinced ......" she cried up and down, her voice full of desperate compromise, "I'll be your bride ...... I'll listen to you ...... you don't torment me anymore ......" The words were like exhausting all her strength, and just after she finished, she went limp on the knot of the rope, panting heavily for breath, tears still can not stop flowing. Shen Yan's movements suddenly stopped, fingertips still stopped in her waist side, can clearly feel the trembling under her skin. He leaned over, his tone of voice with unquestionable oppression: "Change your name. What should you call me?" Su Wan Ning's face was buried in her sweaty hair, her cheeks burning amazingly. "Husband ...... Husband ......" These two words were as light as a mosquito humming, but it consumed all her dignity, "Husband ...... spare me ......" Every word she said, her voice trembled, the humiliation and helplessness in the bottom of her heart pressed like a boulder, so that she didn't even have the courage to raise her head - -She finally bowed to this revenge, in the most humble posture. Shen Yan's body stiffened, and the temperature of his fingertips seemed to have risen a few points. He looked at her head buried in her chest, looked at her shoulders slightly shrugged from crying, the pleasure in his heart suddenly dissipated most of it, leaving only a complex emptiness. He was silent for a moment, and raised his hand to blow out the candles on the bedpan one by one, the smoke of the candles rising up with a faint scent of wax that washed away the smell of sweat in the room. "Remember what you said." His voice resumed its icy coldness, but he reached out and untied some of the knots on her wrists so that she could relax a little, "Starting tomorrow, you'll be the mistress of the Mo Yun Mountain Villa, but it's a position that you've begged for - don't think about the old 'Wind Chasing Sword ', your life, your dignity, from today, all belong to me." Su Wan Ning heard the looseness in his words, and hastily raised her head, her tear-stained face full of hope: "Husband ...... I've already promised my body, and the hatred of the past should be uncovered ...... Look at my wrists and ankles are strangled red, can you ...... Can you untie these ropes first? I will listen to you in the future, and will never disobey again." She moved her arms that were hung sore and numb, the rope knots rubbed against her skin and brought a burst of stinging pain, and her legs under the black silk were also numb from the long time tightness. Shen Yan looked at the supplication in her eyes, fingertips rubbing the knots on her wrists, suddenly laughed out lowly, laughter with a few points of playful cruelty: "Hateful things, for the sake of you recognizing the debt, can be forgiven. But these bundles ......" He deliberately paused, looking at Su Wan Ning's suddenly frozen expression, and said word by word, "is not going to be less." "Why?" Su Wan Ning's voice brought on a sobbing tone again, the aggression that had just been suppressed once again surged, "I have promised to be your bride, you still want to tie me up like this to play?" "Play?" Shen Yan leaned over and cupped her chin, the gentleness under his eyes instantly faded, only cold possessiveness remained, "This is not play, it is the rule. You're all arrogant, you have to slowly grind. In the future, I'll let you move and you move again, let you scream and you scream again - binding is just a small means to help you remember the rules." He let go of his hand, looking at Su Wan Ning's open mouth about to continue pleading, his eyes sank, turning around and pulling out a large ball of scarlet silk scarf from the dark compartment of the dresser.

This battle makes Su Wan Ning drowsy, but the confusion in the bottom of her heart is getting thicker and thicker - a moment ago they were coldly looking at her being chained to the back of the car to be humiliated, and now they are taking care of her like this, are they just following orders, or are they really saving a few moments of pity? She opened her mouth to ask, but remembered that the soft rubber patch on the corner of her mouth had not yet been removed, and could only let out a vague "whimper", which eventually turned into a helpless sigh and melted into the vapor of the bathtub. After bathing, she was wrapped into a soft silk bathrobe and helped to the dressing table. The person in the bronze mirror had removed her heavy makeup, her face was pale but clean from the water, only the red marks on her neck and shoulders were still striking, like red plums blooming on the snow. The maid fetched a new makeup box, this time no use of colorful red rouge, only in her cheeks swept a layer of light powder, eyebrow also depicted elegantly, the end of the eyes without modification, but more than before a few points of pure beauty. Hair was re-crested into a simple hairline bun, only inserted a jasper hairpin, hair also don't have two fresh jasmine, the aroma is light and pleasant. She thought this was the end, just to breathe a sigh of relief, she saw two maids holding a dark red hemp rope approached - still familiar knots, still the standard W-shaped binding, but this time the hemp rope was soaked in warm water, with a little soft, strangled in the freshly applied medicine on the skin, the pain is a lot lighter. The binding of the legs is also still fine, the black silk has been replaced with a lighter style, the curvature of the hemp rope embedded in the sock material is still regular, but no longer strangled so tightly. "Madam, Master Shen Zhuang ordered that the bindings need to be maintained at night as well." The maid's voice was still respectful, but the movements of her hands didn't stop, and in the end, she also reapplied a soft rubber patch to the corner of her mouth, this time with a faint jasmine scent, which smelled a lot better than the previous medicinal odor. A new look, with still can not break free of the rope, forming a weird harmony. Su Wanning looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly laughed - laughing harder than crying. She was like a piece of artifact that had been repeatedly polished, washed when it was dirty and repaired when it was old, but she could never escape the fate of being controlled. The humiliation of the daytime intertwined with the comfort of this moment, leaving her completely powerless, unable to even give birth to the thought of resistance. When the maid helped her into Shen Yan's bedroom, she could no longer open her eyes. Shen Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book, saw her come in, put down the scroll, raised his hand to signal the maid to retreat. Su Wan Ning was gently placed on the bed, the body just touched the soft brocade blanket, can no longer support, moved to the inside, curled up into a ball. Shen Yan lay down with a faint ink fragrance, he did not touch her, just behind her to leave just the right distance. Su Wan Ning's consciousness gradually blurred, the embarrassment of being pointed out by passersby during the day, the pain of being strangled by the rope, the warmth of the bath tub, the maid's massage ...... countless images flashed in her mind, and they all eventually dissolved into a heavy fatigue. She could feel the breathing of the man beside her, steady and regular, but didn't have the strength to think about what he was thinking at the moment. Disgrace or confusion were no match for the heaviness of her eyelids. This night's tossing and turning exhausted all of her mind, and in the end, she leaned against Shen Yan's arm, in the restraints of the rope and his breath, and fell into a deep sleep, not even a dream. The day just dawned, the morning birdsong outside the window stirred up the dream, Su Wanning had not yet opened her eyes, she was helped to sit up by a gentle but irresistible force - it was the maid Tao Tao who was responsible for taking care of her living and getting up, and behind her were two maids who were carrying clothes and makeup boxes. "Madam, it's time to get up and freshen up." Tao Tao's voice was lighter than usual, but carried a programmed imperturbability, and as she spoke, she had already lifted the thin quilt off her body, revealing the backs of her shoulders, which had been strangled by the rope with light red marks.