Yu Ling's Prajna, his eyes are brighter than the stars, the color is peerless, and his reputation is far and wide.

And right now, this colorful and peerless girl is in the Huanyi Division, dressed in coarse linen clothes, and basins of clothes are constantly being served.

Praruo naturally knew that the people of the Huanyi Division were making things difficult for her.

But she is no longer the princess of the Yuling clan who is high, but a slave with a name like grass mustard.

The sun hung high in the sky, even the leaves were curled, and many servants and maids hid in the house, waiting for the hottest time of the day to pass, but in the corner of the Huanyi Division, Praruo was still facing the scorching sun.

A few handmaidens hid in the shade of the tree, holding a handkerchief in one hand, and sneered: "What princess, isn't it still the same as us?" ”

"Where's the same!" One of the plump maidservants immediately retorted, and the rest were stunned, but when the next sentence of this woman said, everyone immediately burst out laughing, "Anyway, we can still wear clothes, not like this delicate princess, even a piece of clothing can't be washed!" ”

Prajna's sweat dripped down her cheeks, and when the handmaidens of the good things saw this, they got together and muttered a few words, and then surrounded them one after another.

"Mauihan, your sweat is dripping onto your clothes, and it's dirty!" The plump servant girl took the lead, and surrounded Pranya to find fault.

Mauihan is a dialect of the ancient kingdom and means a hybrid born of sheep.

Sheep is a necessary ingredient on the table of the ancient kingdom and the Yu Ling clan, but for the two people, it is not a compliment.

If the eyes are lowered, washing the clothes by himself, the clothes of the ancient country are not the same as Yu Ling's, Yu Ling's nomadic clothes, the clothes are naturally light and warm, and can adapt to the nomadic life, women's clothes are not good-looking, but they are comfortable.

The ancient country is different, located in the hinterland, surrounded by mountains on three sides and by the water, the terrain is low-lying, hot all year round, and the clothes of the ancient country are cool.

There are seventy-four tribes in Luzhong, large and small, and the clothes of the ancient kingdom are praised by most of the tribes.

Women's clothes were not limited to showing legs or breasts, and the clothes were fluttering, and the nobles often wore silk tulle as their clothes, and only lowly slaves and poor people would wear coarse linen clothes.

"Talking to you, are you deaf?" The plump maid Xin Du saw that she ignored her, and felt that she couldn't get off the stage, so she was so angry that she kicked over the wooden basin on the ground.

Prajna's freshly washed clothes were kicked to the ground by her.

She slowly raised her eyes, the coldness in her eyes was revealed, and her thorny gaze stared at everyone for a chill in their backs, and they were all stunned in place.

After Prajna's gaze swept over them one by one, he lowered his head and continued to wash his clothes.

Xin Du's heart was worried for a while when he was looked at by her, but when he came back to his senses, he felt that he was really embarrassed, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the face of Panruo, which looked more beautiful than Huajiao, and hated it.

Suddenly, she kicked over her freshly washed clothes again.

"Mauihan, where's your tattoo!"

Slaves,.

Since she invited herself to be a slave on the Golden Palace, and when she was with the people of the Yuling clan, she was destined to be a slave for the rest of her life, and the slave had to be tattooed.

Otherwise, how can you distinguish between slaves and common people?

Therefore, the slaves of the ancient country all had tattoos, and the position of the tattoos was distinguished according to the owner of the slaves.

Generally speaking, the slaves in the palace of the kings of the ages were tattooed in the face.

Therefore, the slaves of the Huanyi Division, except for Prajna, without exception, have tattoos on their faces.

As soon as Xin Du's words came out, the rest of the people reacted one after another.

Don't suffer from widowhood and suffer from inequality, that's what I'm talking about, the same is the slave of the Huanyi Division, why do everyone have tattoos on their faces, but only this girl with the best looks doesn't?

Naturally, Prajna also had tattoos, and since that day she was taken out by the attendants in the Golden Palace, and the attendants took her to the place where slaves were in charge of the palace.

In that dark room, a man over half a hundred years old kept staring at her for a long time before he sighed faintly: "It's a pity." ”

It's a pity that Pranya doesn't know.

Is it a pity for her face?

This face really made her stand out from dozens of brothers and sisters, and the Yuling King that Tuoba Rong Xi killed was her half-brother, and she was usually the one she loved the most.

This face also saved her from the fate of becoming a palace prostitute.

Although he is also a lowly slave, it is better than serving one man after another.

The slave officer looked at her face for a long time, so long that she felt that she had a dream, and the destruction of the Yu Ling clan was just a dream.

"Take your clothes off."

The voice of the slave officer interrupted her thoughts, and she woke up from a dream, she was still the princess of the dead country.

Praruo's eyes were full of shock, she looked at the slave officer in a daze, and did not move.

The slave officer said, "Take off your clothes." ”

She still didn't move.

The slave officer finally got impatient: "If someone hadn't taken care of it, you would have tattooed it on your face." ”

Prajna finally understood, and she slowly took off her clothes, covered her private parts with her hands, and was silent with her eyebrows lowered.

The slave officer grabbed her hand, held a reddish red iron in his hand, aimed it at her waist and burned it.

The so-called tattoo is like this.

After a piece of hot iron engraved with the ancient Chinese character "slave" is burned, it is burned on the slave's face, which can prove the identity of the slave, and second, the tattoo on the slave's face is basically equivalent to disfigurement, and the probability of intermarriage between the people and the slave is reduced.

After the slave officer gave the word, he casually touched her buttocks, then licked his lips, and then said with some reluctance for a moment: "Let's go." ”

Shameful.

Pranya bit her lip until the corners of her lips were stained with scarlet blood, she quickly put on her clothes, and was taken to the Huanyi Division by the waiter.

Just after she left, a man with gloomy eyes quietly looked at her back, and he was fascinated.

It wasn't until the attendant next to him reminded him that he withdrew his gaze, his eyes were fierce, and he said: "Dig out the eyes of the slave officer and feed them to the dog, chop off his hands and feet, and make him a human being." ”

The waiter had long been accustomed to his moodiness, and hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Yes." ”

Xin Du stared at Praruo's face with his eyes, and splashed dirty water: "Say, did you seduce the slave officer, the slave officer has always been fair, how can you no longer tattoo words on your face?" ”

When the others heard this, they chimed in.

They looked at the slave word on each other's faces, and the upturned flesh became scars, even if they had a bit of a posture, they would have to wear this slave word for the rest of their lives.

Xin Du looked at the white and smooth face, and the jealousy in his heart was like a huge wave that turned the sky, and it hit one wave after another.

She couldn't wait to step forward and tear this Mauihan's face, why did all the slaves tattoo the words, but she didn't?