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"Sister Azheng, Ling'er has finished her homework for today!" Jing Ling waved her little hand and ran towards her mother to ask for credit.

The woman in the room hurriedly wiped her tears when she heard the sound, turned around and touched Jing Ling's little head, forced a smile, her voice choked up, "Ling'er is so good."

After being praised, Jing Ling smiled sweetly, poured a glass of water for her mother sensiblely, then poured a glass for herself, drank slowly, and smirked at her from time to time.

Although her mother is nearly [-] years old, she is still very beautiful. Although she is not as innocent as a [-]-year-old girl, her charming and mature gestures do not seem vulgar at all, but like a fairy in the world...

This is also why there is such a good preferential treatment in a dusty place like Zuihonglou, why those men are willing to spend a lot of money just to make a smile on the face of Bo, and why I can't call her mother, why I have to learn those lessons, such as Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, such as women's red tea making, such as teasing skills in the room, and the most important skill of observing words and colors... Although she has learned all these things, she has learned them before and then forgotten them, but for the sake of mother's peace of mind, she I kept pretending to be working hard,

My mother said that only by learning the skills can I live a comfortable life.

"Ling'er, have you ever blamed your mother?" Looking at Jing Ling's immature face, the woman smiled sadly.

Jing Ling shook her head, "Ling'er used to be ignorant, but Ling'er has grown up and knows mother, ah no, everything sister Azheng does is for Linger's good."

The woman couldn't bear it any longer, she hugged Jing Ling and cried out, Jing Ling hugged her back and patted her back, after a while, the woman wiped her tears, went to the bed and found a scroll of bamboo slips.

Before she could ask further, the woman's hand seal lightly pressed Jing Ling's arm, "The troubled times are coming, Ling'er, if you want to live this life in peace and stability, then this seal will hide all your light, if you If you want to contribute to the peace of the troubled times, then, you will naturally understand how to do it after that day. Although mother selfishly hopes that you will live in peace, the choice is yours."

"Ah? Porridge silver? What kind of porridge is this? What kind of silver?" Jing Ling was at a loss as he watched the marks on his arm gradually disappear.

The woman touched Jing Ling's cheek lovingly, "It's okay, you'll understand later, this bamboo slip may help you if your life is in danger, but don't believe what's in it."

"Huh? Yin, Yang, mantra, art." Jing Ling looked at the words above and read.

"How can the real yin-yang spell be recorded and spread in this way? This is a fake book used to fool people. Linger, my child, the future path can only depend on you."

The bewildered Jing Ling fell into a deep sleep under the spell of the woman...

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0.0 is open~(≧▽≦)/~ Recently watching Qin Shimingyue became addicted. . .If there are any historical time bugs, please ignore them. After all, a certain master said: History is the bone, and art is the wing.