"Old lady, it's time to get up." The little maid lowered her voice and called, her voice trembling slightly, and the hands hanging on her sides tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"Well, what about Aoba?" A clear voice came through the curtains.

"Back to the old lady, Aunt Qing went out to buy this morning." The little maid squatted down and replied, a little apprehensive in her heart.

She was bought back by Jingfu half a year ago, and the old lady saw that she was advancing and retreating at a young age, so she put it by her side and carefully trained her to make up for the position of Aunt Luliu, the big girl next to her.

This old lady Jing means ruthlessly, the subordinates who do the wrong thing will be driven out of the house at the lightest, and the whip will be whipped, and the whip is actually a thorny strip stained with salt water to pump people from the soft place, so the people in this house are trembling, afraid of provoking the old lady unhappy, and being kicked out of the house, if you are whipped a few whips to recuperate for a few months, the little maid is excited, and her head hangs lower.

"Freshen up." The old lady waved her hand and said lightly.

Touching the cold bed curtain, Zixia's hand trembled, and then she regained her composure, pulled open the bed curtain and waited for the old lady to change her clothes with her eyebrows down.

The old woman on the bed with her eyes closed was over sixty, her hair was full of luxury, she wore a black shading embroidered with auspicious clouds, and her face was crawling with traces of time, just like the mother of an ordinary family.

Zixia felt a little relieved, the old lady was not as rumored outside.

"Stand down." The woman opened her eyes, and her voice was deep.

"Yes," Zixia's heart finally relaxed.

"Where's the young master?" The old woman's voice came again, and Zixia was so frightened that she almost dropped the porcelain basin in her hand.

"Back to the old lady, the young master is still in the study." Zixia steadied herself and replied.

"Tell me to go down, and you are not allowed to send meals to the young master." The cold voice was like an ice knife, and Zixia shivered in fright.

"Yes, old lady." Zixia trembled slightly.

Bringing the door, Zixia breathed a sigh of relief, the old lady is really majestic, today is her first day on duty, it can be said that she is worried, although the old lady has a ruthless reputation outside, but the moon silver for the next person is very rich, if you don't make a big mistake, the moon silver for a month is not comparable to other people's families, this is also the old lady's reputation for being ruthless, but there are still many people who want to come to the house to work.

Thinking of the young master, Zixia shook her head, the children of this big family are really uneasy, she has seen the young master from afar, handsome and extraordinary, because she is the only seedling in the house, the old lady is very strict, since she was a child, she asked a famous teacher to teach, ready to participate in this year's autumn test, unexpectedly, she saved a woman on the street, and the story of this hero saving the beauty is also a good story, but the woman is actually a woman in a green building, and the young master threatened not to marry this woman.

Yesterday, the old lady ordered the little maid in the house to arrest the young master, kneel in the study and guard it strictly, and I don't know what the old lady should do, speed up the pace, Zixia passed on the old lady's words.

"Someone." The woman leaned against the soft pillow and called out in a half-loud voice.

"Old lady." The little girl responded.

"Go and call Steward Chen." The woman said lightly.

"Yes."

The old woman stroked her face, and the pitted touch under her fingers told her that she was old.

Uncovered the quilt embroidered with auspicious clouds on the red background, wore a white plain clothes, came to the dresser, looked at the wrinkled face in the mirror, the clear eyes have long been erased by the years, and the eyes are shining, very sharp.

Her life is also coming to an end, the joys and sorrows of life, the ups and downs tempered her, she doesn't know what her life is for, what is the meaning, a sense of exhaustion swept over.

"Old lady, Steward Chen has arrived," a cautious voice came from outside the door.

"Let him wait in the antechamber." The woman closed the mirror and looked no longer at the person inside.

"Yes"

After freshening up, the old lady went to the front hall with the support of the maid, and a cropper man in his thirties and forties was waiting quietly for a long time, when he saw the old woman coming, he quickly got up and saluted.

"Stand down, all of you." The old woman sat on the throne.