What to do if your crush is the Earl

"Oh? You're still waiting here?" Martin felt vigilant, and said with a smile on his face, "How did you know my identity?"

"How do you know that your identity is not important, what is important is that you have come all the way to my little sanatorium for what?"

While Lukala was speaking, several servants in white robes had already stood behind him.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and the three servants walked forward and came to Xiao Sheng's side. One of them held a knife to his neck, and the other two rummaged through him.

Xiao Sheng was immobilized by the knife, but his expression quickly calmed down without panicking.After a while, the handkerchief wrapped in soup and medicine dregs slipped out.

A servant picked it up and handed it to Lukara.

"What is this, can your lord explain it?" Lukara smiled as he pulled his slightly wrinkled face.

There was hatred in Martin's eyes, but he threw a mouse-like weapon, and said: "Don't you know what this is, Mr. Dean?"

"Master Earl, you are just joking, this was found from your servant." Lukala smiled, and walked to the lady with a faint sense of presence, "And this one, is it really your mother?" ? I heard that your mother passed away many years ago."

The lady was gradually trembling with fear from the two servants on the left and right, she lay on the ground and begged, "It's none of my business, I just want to earn some money for traveling home, adults please let me go."

"Don't worry, I can distinguish right from wrong," Lukala smiled at her, "This matter has nothing to do with you, as long as you leave the province today, I will not do anything to you. I will also give you a fee to go home, how about it? "

The lady nodded tremblingly, was helped up by two servants, and asked to go elsewhere.

Lukala turned his head and smiled at Martin and the others: "As for you, my lord, let's be wronged first."

Several servants came forward, tied up the two, and blindfolded them.

Martin has not received this kind of treatment since he was born, so he struggled instinctively, and said coldly: "Since you know my identity, are you not afraid of accidents if you act like this?"

Lukara rubbed his chin: "Well, yes, you reminded me. Then, no one should know that the Earl has visited me. Are you right, my lord?"

Martin was a little scared, but he held on desperately, and kicked over the potted plant in the corner next to him in anger.

Lukala narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly laughed again. He gestured to the servants, and the two were pushed away.

It was dark all the way, I only remember going down a few flights of stairs, turning many turns, and being taken to a place similar to a basement.

The person who restrained them pushed them into a place, and then closed the door with a bang, and the sound of locking the door could be heard.

The darkness makes people's senses more sensitive, and the fear in a corner of their hearts also deepens.

Hearing the gasping around him getting worse, Xiao Sheng was very worried: "Sir? Are you okay?"

No sound.

Xiao Sheng became more apprehensive, rubbed the ground, sat up from the ground, and groped around.

Listening to the sound at that time, Martin fell to a place not far from him.

"Sir? Sir? Are you there?"

"gentlemen?!"

The panic in this voice made people's hearts tug.Martin woke up from the sudden thought, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here."

call--

Xiao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.After a while of silence, he said again: "Don't be afraid."

Martin laughed: "Who is afraid? I heard your voice broke just now."

Xiao Sheng was silent and a little embarrassed. He just thought something happened to Mr....

Silence pervades all around.

Xiao Sheng said, "What will they do to us?"

"Maybe he will be buried alive," Martin said.

Xiao Sheng: "..." Sir, can you stop saying such horrible things in a serious manner.

"Are you afraid?" Martin asked with a smile.

In the dark, people can more clearly perceive the existence of another person. Martin found that he had never listened to Xiao Sheng's voice so clearly and carefully before.

Clear and light, warm and gentle, comfortable and comfortable, like a cup of brewed tea, stretching its branches, leaves and figure.It is also like the musical notes of a piece of music, each key falls on the exact scale accurately, which makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more gentle, and he moved his head towards the direction of the voice.

"How about it, are you afraid?"

Xiao Sheng was silent for a while, as if he was thinking, and finally said softly: "Don't be afraid."

"Oh?" Martin raised his questioning tone.

"Sir is here too, Xiao Sheng is not afraid." Even if he really will die, if he can die with this person, he will have no regrets in this life.As for those unfinished things, they are beyond his grasp and control.The world has nothing to complain about.Perhaps it would be a good choice to really die here.

Xiao Sheng closed his eyes and thought.

In fact, it doesn't make any difference whether you close it or not, it's all black in front of your eyes.

There are probably no high windows in this basement, and some are covered with thick curtains.In broad daylight, the room was also pitch black.It is estimated that the sound insulation effect is also good.After all, the basements built by nobles and upper-class people are always used to do things that they don't want others to know.

Something fluffy approached, Xiao Sheng shivered, and after a while, the light, cold woody fragrance lingered, reflecting that it was Mr. approaching.

Fluffy, itchy cheeks, probably the curly blond hair.

Xiao Sheng's whole mind was occupied by the imagining that Mr. was just a short distance away from him, his heart beat faster and he was speechless.

Because it was so familiar, even if it was dark in front of his eyes, he could still imagine what that person looked like: a straight nose, deep blue eyes, and a fair and charming face.The way he smiles seems to be a smile but not a smile, with a contemptuous attitude, but it is deeply hidden in the eyes and handsome face, making people intoxicated and fascinated, and the heart is already crazy about it inadvertently.

"Xiao Sheng, I'm a little sleepy." Martin said.

The voice is soft and harmonious, with a slightly soft and coquettish taste.

Xiao Sheng could imagine that the other party closed his eyes, yawned, and said this slowly.

His heart was completely softened by the contrast between before and after, and he said softly: "Then you... go to sleep."

Martin moved his head very close, and because he was blindfolded, he couldn't see exactly where the person was, whether he was up or down, Xiao Sheng remained motionless, waiting for the man's breath to calm down, and then moved slowly after a long time. Get up.

Before those people left, the ropes on their bodies were tied again. The hands and feet were tied so tight that it took a lot of effort to move them even a little bit.

Relying entirely on the dexterity of his body, Xiao Sheng crawled and groped the room bit by bit, and searched around with difficulty, and found that the room was empty, with almost nothing, except for a four-corner table in the southwest.

Xiao Sheng moved over.

Martin couldn't tell where the sudden sleepiness came from, and he soon fell into a dream.

In the dream, he returned to a strange and strange house. His body didn't seem to be his own. He was a short man who was no higher than the table, and his eyes were just at the same level as the vase of flowers on the table.

The adults sat around a table to discuss things, and he stayed in a far corner, playing with an uneven tower wood by himself.

Everything in this dream is strange, except for this toy in hand.

It is painted in a variety of colors, and the finger snaps, and the modules will constantly switch positions until they are perfectly combined, and the entire wooden block will be untied and become a long chain.

He played with it tirelessly, taking it apart and assembling it several times.

He seemed to be looking forward to the arrival of a person, but that person did not appear for a long time. His mind became a little irritable and lonely, and the boring topics of the adults continued.

"Wooden coffin", "Midnight", "excavation" and other words kept appearing. In the dream, he didn't know what they meant. He just felt that the time without the company of the imaginary person was very boring. Sit down on a small cabinet. In this position, there is a small beige mirror just opposite.

Martin looked over inadvertently, and found that in the mirror, his hair was black.

Martin was awakened by this dream. When he woke up, the surroundings were pitch black. After reacting for a while, he remembered where he had come. When his thoughts calmed down, he heard the sound of something rubbing in the darkness.

Martin woke up, pricked up his ears, listened carefully, and slowly realized that the sound was coming from a corner.

"Xiao Sheng?" He called out in surprise.

"Sir." It was indeed Xiao Sheng.But the voice was tired and muffled.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Sheng didn't speak.

Martin slowly moved towards that place: "Where are you?"

"Here, sir."

Martin moved over following the voice, and found Xiao Sheng leaning against an object.

"This is... a table?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are you doing?" Martin smelled a trace of blood rust on the tip of his nose, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.

"..."

"say!"

"I want to untie the rope." Xiao Sheng said.

Martin paused, and quickly understood: "Are you grinding the rope with the corner of the table?"

"Yes."

Martin laughed angrily, and reprimanded: "Are you stupid, what's the use of using this kind of ordinary table corner grinder for such a strong knotted rope?!"

Xiao Sheng: "...At least, there is a glimmer of hope." After a pause, he added, "I don't want you...to die here."

Martin paused for a long time, not knowing what to feel.In this disaster, he didn't care much about his own ending, but the other party was so stubborn.

He slowly approached the past: "Is the hand still feeling?"

"Have……"

"Does it hurt?"

"..." Xiao Sheng was also silent for a long time, "It hurts."

The air was quiet for a moment, so quiet that someone could hear a tired, breathing aggravated by the pain.

Martin sighed and said softly, "Come here."

Xiao Sheng moved over slowly, tossing and tossing for most of the night, his strength was exhausted, and his head fell wearily on Martin's shoulder.

The days of being imprisoned have passed night after day, during which only one meal was brought over, and it was still boiled rotten porridge.

Martin's lips were already chapped, but he still didn't accept the liquid food, and turned his head away.

The servant's spoon fed the Lord Earl's face. He was silent for a while, put down the bowl and spoon, raised his hand and wiped Martin with his sleeve.

Just as Martin was getting impatient, he suddenly felt the man close to his ear, and said in a very low voice, "I am grateful for your life-saving grace, and I am here to let you know that Lukla and the others are going to send the adults to the pond by the lake late at night. Be vigilant."

The voice was small and fast, and when people reacted, the voice had already risen in their ears.

A long, small object was stuffed into his hand, the sound of the voice faded away, and the door was locked again.

Martin's heart beat a little fast, and he moved with difficulty with his bound and numb hands, feeling the things in his hands. After a while, something fell off, and the cold metal texture was close to the palm of his hand.

A slight smile appeared on his handsome face, invisible to others in the darkness.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Dean Rukala: What are they doing in there?

Servant: Probably fainted from fright.

In the dark room:

Aberdeen (singing nursery rhymes)

After a while, "Sir, are you asleep?"

An evenly breathing breath came from very close to him, it was warm, and his cheeks were slightly itchy.

Shengzai: Very good, Aoao fell asleep~(≧▽≦)/~