"Master Jinghui, just tell me this matter. I will tell my mother and father." After listening to Master Jinghui's words, Su Baixi immediately put on a serious look, "After all, this belongs to the prime minister's house.
It is not convenient for the master to come forward to deal with the matter."
"This is the best. If the eldest lady still doesn't understand anything, you can always come and ask the poor nun." Master Jinghui looked like she had something on her mind.
Naturally, Su Baixi did not meet the eldest lady. By the time 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 the dilapidated hut with a gloomy face. Just as the lady was about to raise her hand to push the door open, suddenly a cold voice came from inside, and a woman seemed to be talking to herself -
"My dear Bodhisattva, I pray sincerely to the Prime Minister's family in the capital. May the prime minister's official career be prosperous and safe, and he will not be framed by traitors. The old lady will be in good health and live a long life, free from illness."
Torture, I remember that the old lady had a cold disease. It has been so many years, but I don’t know if she is better now..."
This is the sound of San Yiniang praying to Buddha!
The eldest lady was startled, and she suddenly felt that something was wrong! Her eyelids twitched several times, thinking of the unfamiliar maid.
The old lady had obviously heard the words coming from inside the room. Her expression suddenly became unusual. She suddenly raised her foot and pushed open the dilapidated door——
Here, there is no picture of the third aunt in the cold nunnery having sex with a man that the eldest lady mentioned. Not even half a man can be found.
I saw the third aunt, Mrs. Zhou, in ragged clothes and bare feet, kneeling in the center of the room, praying devoutly. There was no trace of resentment against the unfair fate on her face, her expression was peaceful, and she murmured -
"Bodhisattva, the faithful woman is often taken care of by the old lady when she is in the prime minister's house. Over the years, the faithful woman has always been grateful in her heart. I ask Bodhisattva to protect the old lady. The faithful woman is just living in this world. The faithful woman is willing to shorten her life by ten years to be the old lady.
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, and let her treat the eldest lady as her biological mother. As long as she lives a good life, I will be satisfied.
Already."
"Yue Ming is your child, how could you accept someone else as your biological mother?" Suddenly, an old voice interrupted San Yiniang's words. San Yiniang was stunned and her back froze. After a while, she turned around.
, 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 torture, San Yiniang's face has lost half of its luster, her skin is sallow, her thin cheeks have no flesh at all, her originally soft and gentle eyes are sunken into their sockets, she has no figure at all, and is as sluggish as a pool of stagnant water.
My lips were dry as if they had been drained of water.
She is obviously only thirty years old, which is her prime years, but her temples are already gray, and her hands are as skinny as wood. She looks like an old lady in her fifties or sixties.
Look at the place where she lives. In such a cold weather, the house has only four walls, and the doors and windows are all holes. The cold wind howls in, making a crackling sound, but the third aunt is only wearing a thin layer of clothing.
There are two holes in the sleeves and back of the unlined garment, and there are even half a pair of shoes on the feet.
It seems that no one has cared about her here for a long time.