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    As the girls left, only the wife and a few aunts were left in the room. The wife looked at Aunt Zhang with gloomy eyes: "I know that the master loves you, but you can't keep bullying the master. Could it be that you forgot, this mansion  There are several other aunts"

    The wife doesn't understand why Aunt Zhang is so popular with the master. She is not as good as Aunt Huang in terms of appearance, not as good as Aunt Shen in terms of tenderness and consideration, and even worse than Aunt Zhao in terms of knowledge and understanding, but she can always use means to keep the master.

    Extremely hateful and exasperating!

    Thinking of this, the wife glanced at the others lightly, everyone lowered their heads, but Aunt Li froze and had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Third sister, even if you like porridge, you have to leave some soup for the sisters, right?"  ?¡±

    Puff!

    Aunt Zhang pointed at Aunt Li and smiled happily: "Second sister, you really know how to compare. You compare the prefect of the fourth grade to a bowl of porridge. If the master knows, I really want to know his face, haha"

    Aunt Li's face was flushed, and she stammered and explained: "Sister, sister sister nothat's not what it means."

    The rest of the aunts picked up silk handkerchiefs and covered the corners of their mouths, their meaning was self-evident.

    Seeing this, the wife glared at Aunt Li fiercely. What was accomplished was not enough to be ruined. Seeing that Aunt Zhang dared to indulge so complacently in front of her, her forehead twitched violently, picked up the teacup in hand, and said coldly:  "Aunt Zhang, you are presumptuous!"

    A cold voice came from above, Aunt Zhang suppressed the smile on her face, stood up and blessed her wife, and said solemnly: "Madam, my concubine made a mistake, and I will be cautious in my words and deeds in the future."

    The wife snorted coldly: "It's good to know, after all, it was brought up by a small family. After all these years in the mansion, I haven't learned any rules of respect and inferiority."

    "What the wife said is, how dare the concubine compare herself with the wife. The wife comes from a famous family, and the daughter of the boudoir is rich, but the concubine is oh maybe it is because the concubine has a bad life that the master loves the concubine so much!"

    Aunt Tian, ??who is worse than your family background, does not see that she is deeply loved by the master. Now that she said this, she is blatantly against me. Thinking of this wife shattering the teacup in her hand, she angrily said: "Mr.  Doting on the master, thinking that I can do nothing to you, and don't forget, who is the master and who is the servant in this back house?"

    Several aunts trembled, stood up from their seats and knelt down to him, and said in unison: "Madam, calm down" They neither dared to think nor did such outrageous things.

    Every single word hit Aunt Zhang's heart hard, making her face turn pale in an instant, and her body even more crumbling. The wife is right, no matter how much she is loved by the master, it can't change the fact that the wife is a big wife, she is a concubine, good concubine  No matter how nice it sounds, she is still a concubine, a plaything that the master loves in his spare time, but the wife is the only married couple in this family who can sit on an equal footing with the master.

    Wife is sure to hit, seeing Aunt Zhang's pale face, the anger on her face eased, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly: "Aunt Zhang, just remember, no matter if the master is a human being or a bowl of porridge, if you keep holding on  , be careful to attract public anger, you need to know that people are not happy every day, flowers are not red every day, when your face is getting old day by day, but the master is getting new every day, how should you deal with yourself when you offended everyone at that time."

    ? To the master, women are like clothes, and clothes can be changed every day according to the mood, but to the aunts in the back house, the master is gold or silver, and the husband they have been looking forward to forever.

    Even though the difference in identity was pointed out by the wife, Aunt Zhang still stood upright with her neck stuck upright, and the strength supporting her was the master's love for her. Now, the pain was repeatedly pierced by the wife, and her whole body was like frost.  The beaten eggplant lost energy, drooped his shoulders, and slowly knelt down: "I know what to do!"

    The wife snorted coldly, looked around everyone and said coldly: "The master is not mine, nor yours. Don't rely on the master's love for you, forgetting your identity and duty, and remember, there are people who jump up and down.  When you fell down, I just don¡¯t know if the master is still willing to catch you at that time"

    All the aunts bent their knees and lightly touched their foreheads to the ground: "My wife taught me that."

    Mama Wang interrupted with a smile standing behind her: "Madam, although it's not cold in this season, it's not good for the knees to let the aunts kneel all the time. After all, this old slave knows that you are the one who loves the aunts the most?"

    The wife narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up: "You are the only old man who can say it!" Looking at the people below, she said calmly: "Get up!"

    All the aunts whispered: "Yes."

    "Where is the old slave who would say, the most important thing is your kindness."

    All the aunts also echoed: "What Mama Wang said is true, my wife is kind."

    The wife talked to them with a smile for a while, but Aunt Zhang was indifferent. Half an hour later, her facebsp; After about a quarter of an hour, the look on the face of the second sister became more ferocious. There was envy and jealousy, and it was more of resentment in her heart. She angrily tore the silk handkerchief in her hand, complaining in her heart that God was unfair, if her aunt was alive, she should have  How nice, she doesn't have to live such a hard and tiring life, and she doesn't have to become a joke of everyone in the house just to please his wife and third sister.

    The mother and daughter, who were whispering tenderly and affectionately, had no idea that they were being remembered and hated at the moment

    But even if they knew, they wouldn't care. The mother and daughter went back to Aunt Huang's yard, and brother Yan was swayed to sleep by the nanny halfway.

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