"W-"

The sound of flesh being roasted and the smell of burnt blood rushed into the wind, followed by a few shivering, suppressed inhalations, but the sound and the smell dissipated in a moment, as if they had never been there.

In the quiet courtyard, the sun is gentle, the fragrance of flowers is shallow, and two swallows fly around in front of the beam, crying several times, messing up the east wind in the courtyard.

Branding, coloring, tattooing.

The vines at the top of the wall bloomed with fine, fragrant flowers, and some beams of light fell through the flowers and leaves on the man's face, illuminating the blood-drenched "Mu Na Heitai" brand on his forehead, and a crooked "left" word.

This is a unique mark of the Zuo Shuai's Mansion, and every slave in the mansion has this word on the face.

"Yes, quite sensible." Ali was satisfied with the man's docility and with his masterpiece.

He tilted his head to look at the brand and the tattoo, and the needle in his hand made two strokes on the "left" word, and he couldn't decide whether to pierce deeper or leave it at that.

Both guards saw his hesitation, one patted him on the shoulder and praised him for his "good workmanship", while the other comforted him that "he can't see much when it's dark."

After all, it is a new mark that has only been branded for a short time, and there are still some differences between them and Lian'er, but fortunately it is almost dusk at this time, if the light is a little darker, it will probably be able to get through the trick.

Ali accepted their offer, ordered everything to be put away, and assigned a number of extra errands to the slaves in order to delay it until dark, and the two guards departed with empty sacks.

The courtyard of the young general finally returned to its usual comfort, and Ali was in a very good mood at this time, so he followed the example of his master and lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down on the steps, and beckoned to the man who had just been tattooed: "Come and talk." ”

The man had been kneeling on the ground and had not moved, and the golden servant woman was quietly telling him something, hearing this, the man immediately left the servant woman, and ran to Ah Li with a rolling belt, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing his head with a "bang": "The slave asks for peace to the master." ”

When he said this, his face looked a little hideous, and his whole body trembled, obviously enduring great pain, but this did not affect the clarity of his reply, and the smile on his face was extremely flattering.

"master!" Ali scolded with a smile, but there was no anger on his face, and he was quite happy to see it: "It's enough to ask us to take care of things, and then another, we can't afford to kneel when we see the master." ”

"Yes, Master Steward." The man didn't change his words completely, straightened up and stood in front of him, a deep smile on his face.

This action involved the wound on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were so painful that he still tried his best to make himself look a little happy, so as to please the steward in front of him.

Ali glanced at him, pursed his lips, and asked, "Tell me what your name is?" Where is the errand? ”

The man had just been mentioned by the golden servant, and he nodded and said with a smile: "Reply to your words, the slave is called Shishi, who used to be an errand boy in the stable, and now he is in charge of sweeping the east courtyard and cleaning the house." ”

He was originally arrested to replace the stone, and the answer was naturally what the stone should say, but it was the same.

"Well, I see you're a smart one, and you really have a brain, unlike those stupid things that have to be whipped to have a long memory." Ali squinted at him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and said:

"Alas, you're really unlucky, and you just ran into us. We don't have a real way, otherwise the master will eat and hang, and we will naturally not be able to please us as slaves, so we can only find you to fill the gap, and don't blame us in your heart. ”

The man's head immediately shook like a rattle: "How can I blame you? To be a slave in such a big house, that's a small ...... The blessing of the minions, it is too late for the minions to be happy. ”

"Oh? Really? Ali looked at him suspiciously.

He immediately nodded harder and said, "It's true, Master Steward." The slave thought of the black Tai who was the shepherd in the big house, but there was no way out, and now the steward can take a fancy to the minion, and the minion doesn't know how happy he is. ”

Ali nodded with a smile and sighed deliberately: "Alas, it's best if you can think like this." Well, now that you are the head of this house, let me ask you, do you still have your parents and relatives? Do you want me to send someone to your house to say something? You're gone, and they're afraid they're going to have to worry about it. ”

At the end of the sentence, his voice was long, as if he were sighing sympathetically, but his eyes shone with excitement and cruelty, like a beast that smelled blood.

The man never dared to look up, nor did he see his expression.

He stood in front of Ali with his back bent, like a bow that could never be straightened, and after a long while, he fell to his knees again with a "poof", and kowtowed on the brick floor with a "thump, thump, thump":

"You are merciful, you are merciful, you are the most kind-hearted lord in the world, you are merciful, you are merciful......" the man said loudly and repeatedly, his voice trembling, and his face was already full of tears:

"Little ...... The slave doesn't have to worry about anything else, just worry about the old lady at home. The man choked up, and his speech was a little abrupt: "Minion...... There is only one relative left in the slave family, her eyes are not good, she can't see things, if the master can let people go to the north......"

"Smack!"

A slap to the cheek interrupted his next words, and he was so beaten that he tilted to the side and nearly fell to the ground.

He covered his face and looked up in horror.

A slave girl stood straight in front of him.

"Lian'er!"

Ali exclaimed, looking at Lian'er's gaze full of shock.

Lian'er bit her lip, her face pale, and the mottled shadows of the trees were projected on the tattoos on her forehead, twisting like a black snake, adding a bit of cruelty to her countenance.

"Munahetai has no family." She looked at the man condescendingly and said coldly.

After that, he slapped the man hard with his backhand, and he fell to the other side, and Ali on the steps almost jumped up.

He never expected that Lian'er would suddenly appear, and he also took the opportunity to teach the new slave a lesson, this should have been the moment for him to hunt the lamb, just when the man said where he lived and who else was, he could send someone to his house to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and this Mu Na Heitai knew nothing, and he would be grateful to Dade, it was really interesting to think about it.

But Lian'er did this, but she lost Ali's mood for fun.

At this moment, the rest of the servants were also shocked by Lian'er's sudden move, and they didn't dare to make a sound, and several slaves were even more frightened by her momentum and hid back.