People came and went on this street, and the passing crowd still looked at them from time to time, and after passing by, they talked behind them, and the object of the discussion knew that it was Tang Chu and them without asking.

Presumably after today, Suizhou can come out with a new talking point, "The eldest lady of the Tang family met the porcelain husband and wife, and the person behind the scenes is actually it!" ”

At this time, in the Zheng Mansion, on the offering table made of luxurious red sandalwood, the fragrance is overflowing, a lamp of fresh fruits is piled up on the incense table, and the gods and Buddhas enshrined are varied, as if the owner's restless heart needs the blessing of the gods and Buddhas from all walks of life.

Mrs. Zheng knelt on the golden futon, closed her eyes, chanted the scriptures with one hand, and quickly turned the Buddha beads in her hand with the other.

She said something in her mouth, but a crack appeared in the center of her eyebrows on the tight skin she maintained, tight, like a furrow.

Suddenly, the Buddha string broke, and the jade beads slipped down in all directions like raindrops falling from the sky.

The maid waiting on the side exclaimed, it was a Buddha bead made of priceless black jade, and Mrs. especially liked it, and it was a disaster.

The maid hurriedly lay on the ground to look for the Buddhist beads that rolled down everywhere, but there were a total of one hundred and eight Buddhist beads, and she could only pick up some of them in twos and threes, and the rest could only wait for the lady to get up and look for them.

Mrs. Zheng was a little surprised when the Buddha beads broke suddenly, and then heard the maid's exclamation. I couldn't help but feel angry, and at this moment, I saw the maid clumsily picking up the Buddha beads, she pointed at the maid and scolded angrily, "Little cheap hooves, things without eyesight, give them to me quickly!" ”

"Yes, yes, the slave will retire, madam, you are angry!" The maid retreated again and again, for fear that Mrs. Zheng's bright red nails would poke her eyeballs.

After the maid left, Mrs. Zheng did not come to her senses, suppressing the anger in her heart, only feeling that nothing was satisfactory.

A Buddha horn spat out of her mouth, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

The maid who had just gone out hurriedly ran to another room with her chest covered, which was a room dedicated to making tea for the masters, and she also coaxed the maids to rest on weekdays.

"Why did you come out, don't you need to serve Madame?" A girl in the house asked in a panic when she saw her running in a hurry.

"Alas, don't mention it, I'm going to be scared to death just now!" The maid clutched her chest and panted hard.

"I knew that when I got to Madame, it would be nice to be able to go in alive and come out alive." The maid in the room said in a cliché.

The lady in the house is quite difficult to serve, all their maids and maids entered the house from the first day, the housekeeper mentioned in his ear that if you come to the lady one day to serve, you must be prepared for the family the day before, because you may be killed by the lady at any time.

Yes, just to kill.

The deed of sale signed by the people bought by the Zheng family was for life, and there was no time limit, so they could decide the life and death of the slave.

Mrs. Zheng has a strange personality and is seriously suspicious, even if she is her own son, she does not meet often, but practices in the Buddhist hall.

Unlike the practice that ordinary people know, Madame Cheng's practice is extremely materialistic.

Every piece of furniture in the hall is extremely luxurious and priceless.

In Mrs. Zheng's view, the most important thing to worship the gods and Buddhas is these things, and only in this way can her sincerity be reflected.

It stands to reason that Mrs. Zheng is now at an age that ignores these things, but she still refuses to let go of power, but relies on her own identity to form her own faction in this mansion, and those who follow her prosper and those who disobey her die.

The maid in the house is most afraid of going to his wife to be on duty.

If you make a mistake with another master, you will be said or punished at most, but in Mrs. Zheng's case, it is a fatal thing.

In fact, this matter is no secret, there was once a maid, who looked like a flower, until one day, she wore a yellow shirt, which made her bright and moving.

At that time, the lady did not have the terrifying appearance she has now, and the people in the house respected her very much.

But who knew that after seeing the maid in yellow clothes, the lady's temperament changed drastically, and she actually whipped the maid to death, and this incident shocked everyone.

The old man released his words, and everyone was not allowed to disclose the matter outside, and once they were discovered, they were expelled from the mansion and were not allowed to appear in Suizhou for the rest of their lives.

That being said, some people couldn't help but mention it to people outside the house, and the next day, the news of the death of the two men came from the street.

Only then did the people in the house realize the seriousness of the matter, so no one mentioned it anymore, and from then on, the lady seemed to be unwilling to pretend, and she was even more unscrupulous in the house, and when she was in a bad mood, it was when the people were unlucky.

And the lord has maintained the lady from beginning to end, but he no longer goes to the lady's room, and there are more and more concubines in the house, but for so many years, except for a few young ladies, there is only one man in the house, the eldest young master, who is regarded as a treasure.

The maid who had just come out of Mrs. Zheng's room covered her chest, felt her pounding heartbeat, and relieved her heart, "But I'm scared to death, it's rare that Mrs. let me come out, otherwise I will definitely die, that is Mrs. cherishes the Buddha beads the most!" ”

The maid told the sisters in the house what had happened in the temple, and when she saw an elderly grandmother, she said, "Do your own thing, don't make your wife angry, but once your wife is angry, she will say whatever she says, remember to be if she doesn't exist." ”

Mama's admonition didn't have much effect, the maids always couldn't avoid provoking the sore spot of the lady, and the Zheng Mansion became more and more hierarchical.

Since then, no one has dared to wear yellow shirts.

"Mama, we are also cautious, and we are paying attention to every move, but you know from Madame, there is no right and wrong, only whether she is happy or not."

"Alas, we can't help it!" Mama has been in the house since Mrs. Zheng entered the house, she is grandpa's grandmother, and she has a certain status in this house.

Little by little, she watched Mrs. Zheng reveal her true face, but to no avail, the old lady and master simply ignored the matter, and what is even more rare is that now Mrs. is even more single-handed.

"Forget it, let's all ask for more blessings!" The old lady shook her head, thinking in her heart that only by dying early could she get rid of Mrs. Zheng.

Seeing that the old lady was abandoning herself like this, the other maids felt that life was like a year, and it was difficult to spend it in panic.

"Okay, okay, just do what you have to do, and you can't discuss why you gather here." Mama saw a few maids feeling sorry for themselves and urged.

At this time, in the Buddha hall, a man wearing a black stub was kneeling on the ground to give a report.