However, Shu Nuan concentrated on her work and did not cause any trouble. However, after about two hours, someone entered the embroidery room and asked for a slave by name.
Probably because the shackles on Shu Nuan were too obvious, everyone focused their eyes on her, so Shu Nuan had no choice but to stand up.
The man stood at the door and winked at the guard behind him, and then someone came over and took Shu Nuan out.
Walking through the winding palace corridors, Shu Nuan didn't know where he was being taken. When passing by the stone bridge, he saw a girl in pink sitting on the stone by the lake on the other side of the lake, followed by several maids. He covered her with an umbrella and handed her fish food. He escorted Shu Nuan's people as they passed by. At the same time, he escorted Shu Nuan to pay homage and bowed, "See Princess Gu."
Hearing the sound, Sheng Gu, who was sitting by the lake, raised her head and glanced at the few people who were forced to kneel in front of her. She obviously noticed the shackled Shu Nuan, who looked about the same age as her, and couldn't help but wonder. He said: "What's going on?"
Sheng Gu's voice was very soft and weak, as frail as a person who lingers on the bed all day long, and his face was also pale.
The leader replied: "Take a slave back and disturb Her Highness the Princess. I hope the Princess will forgive me."
After hearing this, Sheng Gu didn't say anything and said softly, "Yeah."
When the guards took Shu Nuan away, Shu Nuan heard the little princess behind him whispering to the maid beside him: "When will Fourth Uncle come back..."
After arriving at the place, Shu Nuan heard the painful sounds one after another and realized what he was here for.
All slaves must be branded with the word "slave" on their bodies.
When Shu Nuan went in, he saw a woman being brought out holding her bloody face and crying. She was shaking after all.
She was at the back, watching people being dragged in one by one and then dragged out crying and howling...
Finally it was her turn.
Shu Nuan was pushed in.
Inside the dark stone house, there was a blazing fire of torture.
The executioner was an old woman. When she took out the hot iron pliers, she let Shu Nuan lie down on the blood-stained stone bed without looking back.
When she came over, she glanced at Shu Nuan, who was lying motionless on the stone bed, and saw the mole under her eye. She narrowed her eyes slightly, picked up Shu Nuan's chin and took a closer look, "She is quite a beauty. , who brought you back?"
Shu Nuan stared at the iron tongs dripping with flames in her hands and whispered, "Wang, Wangye..."
The old woman didn't seem surprised at all that she would answer like this. Instead, she smiled and said, "Such a pretty little face will look bad if it's branded. I'll brand it on your collarbone."
Shu Nuan had no room to refuse. She opened her eyes and felt the pain of the iron imprinting on her skin. The fire was burning and piercing her skin. She bit her lips and endured it.
After all, Shu Nuan was too young, Zuo was only sixteen years old, and his skin was much tenderer than ordinary people. After the whole experience, his neck was red and swollen, dripping with blood, he was sweating profusely from pain, and his physiological tears were still there. Lose.
The old woman finally took back the torture instrument, wiped the blood from her body, and applied medicine to her wounds. She smiled and said, "Good child, only by enduring some hardship can you become a master."
When Shu Nuan returned to her hut, her body was still burning. She lay on the bed, sweating all the time.
He almost fell asleep from the pain.
Shu Nuan spent almost half a month recovering while working, and the swelling in his neck finally subsided.