The status of a concubine is half master and half slave. The status is awkward. Even if the concubine is favored, many things will be subject to many restrictions. For example, in terms of dress, many bright-colored clothes cannot be used, and some jewelry

Can't wear it either.

Therefore, although Ms. Zhao looks quite wealthy, looking at her clothes, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she is definitely not the royal wife.

Although Cen Xiyan is a concubine and her status is not as good as that of a legitimate daughter, she is a serious master. Naturally, there are not so many restrictions. At most, the expenses and monthly money are less than those of a legitimate daughter.

Depending on the occasion, it is enough to dress in a way that does not overshadow the legitimate daughter-in-law.

Moreover, many legitimate daughters of aristocratic families also like to dress themselves up in a simple and elegant way, so it is not easy to distinguish legitimate daughters from concubines based on their clothing.

Therefore, Cen Xiyan and Mrs. Zhao came together. Cen Xiyan got out of the car, ignored Mrs. Zhao, and walked straight to the main hall, which was not too abrupt. Because of her attitude, others felt that the status of the two of them was even greater.

The disparity seems to be natural.

In fact, Cen Xiyan was just too lazy to do superficial things with Zhao at this time, and didn't think too much about it.

Mrs. Zhao heard the whispers from others, and then saw that Cen Xiyan had already walked away, but her teeth were almost broken. She felt resentful in her heart. She felt that Cen Xiyan must have done it on purpose to embarrass her on purpose!

Mrs. Zhao had never been so ugly in front of outsiders. While she was angry at Cen Xiyan, she was even more ashamed. She asked Feng's mother to take the handkerchief and tidy it up quickly, then lowered her head and walked quickly to the temple.

Go, I just hope no one can see her face clearly.

Although Cen Xiyan came from time to time, she would rather believe in wormholes and magnetic fields than believe in gods, Buddhas and ghosts. However, since she has come to Mercy Temple, it is inevitable to pay for incense and oil.

People of this era were very respectful and pious towards gods and Buddhas. They would not be careless about burning incense and making wishes. Cen Xiyan didn't want to be seen as strange, so he didn't do anything perfunctory and worshiped quite seriously.

Mrs. Zhao tidied herself up, rinsed her mouth, and entered the main hall. When she saw Cen Xiyan finishing offering incense and kneeling in obeisance, she couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "The sixth lady is so anxious. It seems she is really anxious to see the Buddha."

I was angry at Cen Xiyan's indifferent attitude just now. Now that I saw Cen Xiyan, I couldn't help but use words to stab her. Moreover, the words "in a hurry to see the Buddha" were not very nice, and were considered a curse.

Cen Xiyan just stood up, turned around, glanced at Zhao lightly, and said: "Xiyan has a shallow relationship with Buddha, I'm afraid the Buddha won't accept it, but you, Aunt Zhao, can even see ghosts, and your physique is not like that of ordinary people."

Let’s compare, but after all, this is the Mercy Temple, Aunt Zhao, you’d better pay attention to some propriety.”

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, her expression suddenly changed! She had been troubled by "Mrs. Wei's ghost" in the past few days, and she was already nervous and suspicious. When Cen Xiyan said this, she felt a chill down her spine!

Moreover, she was indeed too impulsive, and she actually talked quickly in front of the Buddha. If the Buddha listened, she would be in trouble! Thinking of this, Zhao broke out in cold sweat.

Furthermore, at this time, there were many people burning incense and praying in the temple. The conversation between the two was not loud, but in this quiet Buddhist temple, it could be heard clearly by the people around. At this time, many people

Everyone looked at them, especially the look at Zhao, which was a bit strange.

Zhao's face changed several times, and she cursed Cen Xiyan in her heart, blaming this dead girl for not only causing her to make a fool of herself, but now she has lost her composure, it's really disgusting!

Cen Xiyan didn't bother to look at Zhao's haggard face, which showed fear and could not hide his sinister face, and walked directly outside the palace.

Looking at Cen Xiyan's back, Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth, but did not dare to say anything more, so she turned around and began to burn incense and kneel down to pray.

Mrs. Zhao spent a lot of time worshiping in the main hall. When she came out, she found Cen Xiyan standing not far away, seemingly admiring the scenery, so she ignored her and walked to the side hall with her maid and mother-in-law.

go.

When Cen Xiyan saw Mrs. Zhao coming out, he followed her and went to the same side hall with her.

At the door of the side hall, Mrs. Zhao turned around, frowned at Cen Xiyan, and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you following me, Miss Six?"

"Xi Yan came with my aunt. My grandmother and mother both told me to take good care of me, Aunt Zhao. If I didn't follow my aunt, who would I follow?" Cen Xiyan said matter-of-factly. There was even a faint smile on his face, as if

The unpleasantness before seemed like it never happened.

Looking at Cen Xiyan's pretty and smiling face, Ms. Zhao felt her chest was tight. Now she couldn't take a breath and rolled her eyes.

She tried her best to calm down, forced out a sneer, and said: "If Miss Six wants to follow, then just follow."

There are many large and small halls in Mercy Temple. Mrs. Zhao went one by one to burn incense and pray. She kowtowed her head to the bottom every time, looking very pious.

Cen Xiyan has been following Zhao. She will burn incense and pray to Buddha in whatever temple she goes to.

Seeing Zhao's pious look, Cen Xiyan was speechless. Could it be that if he had done something wrong and repented in front of the Buddha, could he really put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?

When all the temples were almost done praying, it was time for lunch at Mercy Temple.

Mrs. Zhao donated a lot of money for sesame oil, and the monks in the temple were very polite to them. They arranged a small cubicle in the courtyard of the dining hall so that they could eat in peace without being disturbed.

This kind of compartment is usually used by nobles from various houses. If it weren't for the fact that today is not the day of the temple fair, there are not many nobles coming, and the sesame oil given by Zhao is enough, it can be seen from Zhao that it belongs to my aunt.

I'm afraid it won't be their turn to use their identity.

The vegetarian food at Mercy Temple tasted very good. Cen Xiyan had a good appetite and ate a lot.

Mrs. Zhao had vomited before. She originally felt that her stomach was empty and uncomfortable, but she had no appetite at the moment. Firstly, she had been tortured in the past few days, and her appetite was not good. Secondly, Cen Xiyan was sitting opposite her. Cen Xi

The sweeter Yan eats, the less she can eat it.

"Isn't the vegetarian food at Mercy Temple good? Miss Six has never eaten it before, but now she likes it, so she should eat more." Mrs. Zhao looked at Cen Xiyan and said with a smile.

"It's indeed good." Cen Xiyan nodded and said in a neutral tone: "Aunt Zhao seems to have a poor appetite? What a pity..."

Mrs. Zhao only felt a sense of powerlessness when she punched the cotton.
Chapter completed!