The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Master Jinghui, you just need to tell me about this, I will tell my mother and father." After listening to what Master Jinghui said, Su Baixi immediately put on a serious expression, "This is the prime minister's house after all." It's not convenient for the master to come forward."

"That's the best way. If the young miss has anything you don't understand, you can come and ask the poor nun at any time." Master Jinghui looked worried.

Naturally, Su Baixi did not meet the eldest lady, and when she arrived at the prayer hall, the eldest lady and her party had already gone to Leng'an.

The old lady stood at the door of this dilapidated hut with a gloomy face. Just as the old lady raised her hand to push the door open, suddenly there was a bleak voice from inside, only a woman seemed to be talking to herself——

"Bodhisattva, believer Zhou, sincerely pray for blessings. May the family of the prime minister in the capital have a safe house and everything goes well. The prime minister's official fortune is prosperous and safe, and don't be framed by traitors; the old lady is healthy and long-lived, free from illness. Torture, I remember that the old lady had a cold illness, it has been so many years, I don't know if she is better now..."

This is the voice of San Yiniang praying to Buddha!

The eldest lady was startled suddenly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong!Her eyelids twitched a few times, thinking of that unfamiliar maid.

The old lady had obviously heard the words coming from the room, her expression suddenly became unusual, she raised her foot suddenly, and pushed open the dilapidated door——

Here, where is the picture of the third aunt in Leng'an talking about men in Leng'an, where there is not even a trace of a man.

I saw that the third aunt Zhou, dressed in ragged clothes and barefoot, was kneeling in the center of the room, praying piously, there was no trace of resentment for the injustice of fate on her face, her expression was peaceful, and she said in her mouth——

"Bodhisattva, believers are often taken care of by the old lady when they are in the prime minister's mansion. Over the years, believers have been grateful to the old lady. Please Bodhisattva will protect the old lady. Believers are just living in this world. Believers wish to reduce ten years of life to become old ladies." Pray for blessings. And..." As if remembering something sad, San Yiniang's voice suddenly choked up——

"My poor daughter Yueming, I heard that she has also come to Jing'an Temple this time, I hope she will not remember me as a useless mother, let her treat the eldest lady as her own mother, and I will be satisfied as long as I live well gone."

"Yueming is your child, how could he recognize someone else as his own mother?" Suddenly, an old voice interrupted San Yiniang's words, San Yiniang was stunned for a moment, her back froze, and she turned around after a while , when she saw the person standing in front of her, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, with an expression of disbelief on her face——

"Bodhisattva, am I dazzled? Did I see the old lady?"

After years of torment, Third Auntie's face has lost half of the brilliance of the past, her skin is sallow, her skinny cheeks are devoid of any flesh, her pair of eyes that were originally soft and tender are sunken deep in their sockets, she has no figure at all, sluggish like a pool of stagnant water, Lips are dry as if they have been drained.

She is only 30 years old, which is a very good time, but her temples are already gray, and her hands are even more skinny. She looks like an old lady in her 60s or [-]s.

Look at the house where she lived. In such a cold weather, the walls of the house are bare, the doors and windows are full of holes, and the cold wind is howling in, making a clattering sound, but Third Auntie is only wearing a thin layer of clothing. There are two holes in the sleeves and back of the clothes, and half a pair of shoes on the feet.

It seems that no one cares about her here for a long time.