Chapter 3: Sleeping, can you? 3

However, a few warm heads to do her thing, do not cause any trouble, just after about two hours, someone entered the embroidered room, named to find a slave.
Probably the number of cockroaches on the warm body was too obvious. Everyone put their eyes on her body and the number of warmth had to stand up.
The man stood at the door and gave a look to the guard behind him, and then someone came over and took the warmth out.
Walking through the winding palace corridor, the number of warmth did not know where to be taken. When passing the stone bridge, I saw a girl in the other side of the lake sitting on the stone by the lake, followed by several maids. She was covered with an umbrella and handed the fish food. The people who were holding a few warm people passed by, and by the way, they were warmly worshipped and bowed. "See Princess Gu."
Hearing, Shibuya, sitting at the lake, looked up and looked at a few people who were forced to kneel in front of her. Obviously, he noticed that the number of people who had been shackled was warm, and seemed to be about the same age as her. One sentence: "What happened?"
Shibuya sound is extremely light and weak, like a person who is entangled in a sick bed, and his face is also faint white.
The headed person replied: "Put a slave back, disturb the Princess of the Princess, and look at the princess for forgiveness."
Shibuya listened, did not say anything, gently "hmm".
When the guards left with a few warmth, the little princess who heard the sound behind him whispered to the maid around him: "When will the four uncles come back..."
When I got to the place, I heard the painful sounds of the sounds that followed one after another, and I realized what I was doing.
All slaves must be branded with "slave" by a soldering iron.
When the number went warm, she saw a woman crying with a face and was brought out. She was shaking.
She was behind, watching all the people being dragged in and crying and dragging them out...
Finally it was her turn.
The number of warmth was pushed in.
In the dark stone house, burning with the raging fire.
The executioner was an old woman. When she took out the hot iron tongs, she did not return the head and let the number of warm stone beds lie on the blood.
When she came over, she looked at the number of warmth lying on the stone bed, glimpsed the tears under her eyes, slightly narrowed her eyes, and picked up the warm chin and carefully licked it. "It is a beautiful embryo." Who brought you back?"
A few warm-eyed staring at the iron tongs with a flame on her hand, whispered, "Wang, Wang Ye..."
The old woman didn't seem surprised at all that she would answer this. Instead, she smiled and said, "This kind of good-looking face is not good for branding. I will give you a branding."
There is room for refusal in the number of warmth, squinting at the eyes, the pain of the soldering iron on the skin, the fire burning the flesh, stabbing the flesh, and she bit her lip.
The number of warmth is too small after all. The left is only sixteen years old. The skin is much tenderer than the average person. When the sin is sinned, the neck is red and swollen, bloody, sweaty, and physical tears have been Drop it.
The old woman finally recovered the torture device. It was rare to wipe her blood and wipe the wound on her. She smiled and said: "Good boy, endure hardship, can become a person."
When the number warmed back to her hut, the body was still burning, she was lying on the bed, and the cold sweat had been taking.
Almost so painful to sleep.
The number of warmth was working on one side and he was raised for half a month, and the neck was finally swollen.