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After Jing Ling was busy in the kitchen for a few days, she was transferred by Zi Nu to be next to Nongyu, the number one player. While serving Nongyu, she learned the piano from her.Jing Ling had no choice but to bid farewell to the food in the kitchen with tears. Is she going to start her most troublesome journey of learning the piano again?

"Sister Nongyu, look, I have made a new clay bird. When I play the piano in the future, I can have birds to listen to it just like Sister Nongyu."

Nongyu smiled gently, "Sister Linger is so cute, let's continue learning the tune from yesterday."

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"Nongyu, Mr. Han is here." Zinu's sudden voice sounded as pleasant to Jing Ling as Nongyu's piano.

This Han Fei who came here recently is really diligent, and that little follower Zhang Liang, but every time they come, it means that they are liberated, and they can do whatever they like.

Jing Ling went to the kitchen to steal some food. She wanted to find a place to take a nap, but when she woke up, it was already dark.

Oops, I forgot to tidy up Sister Nongyu's room, and she will be taught a lesson later, Jing Ling hurried upstairs to tidy it up, and when she was cleaning the bronze mirror, she found a black shadow approaching her from behind, holding the blade right Chop down at a fast speed.

"Killer!" Jing Ling's first reaction was to throw the mirror out, "Help, kill!" Seeing that the man in black missed a blow, he was afraid that more people would be attracted, so he didn't give Jing Ling any time to react. Erdao immediately slashed at her.

Jing Ling was not as fast as him. He felt the infinite approach of death at that moment. He grabbed the object on the ground. For some reason, his arm was so hot that he threw the object at the man in black. He thought it would be useless. But he didn't expect the man in black to be thrown a few steps away abruptly. Jing Ling saw that the object was actually a small flying bird in the mud during the day, and the dried mud had already been shattered by the impact.

At this time, a white-haired young man suddenly appeared outside the window. Jing Ling saw that this was not the mysterious guest who drank with Sister Zi Nu and Han Fei and Zhang Liang before?There is help now.

Jing Ling's tense nerves relaxed, and with the abnormal burning sensation in his arm, he just passed out.

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"Linger, Linger..."

Who is calling her?It's mother! ?Mother is back!Jing Ling wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be heavy, and her mother's voice sounded again, "Ling'er, when you see me in this dream, it means that the sealing spell I cast on you before has been lifted, look You have encountered a lot of trouble. Before you left, my mother had already taught you her own yin and yang art. You should study hard and integrate the skills in your body. My Linger, forgive me for not being able to protect you by your side. From now on The only way you can go is by yourself."

"I don't want any yin and yang techniques, mother, come back, no, no, sister Azheng, come back, I must be obedient, study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting hard, no, learn everything seriously, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize me, keep calling you It doesn't matter, Sister Azheng, it doesn't matter if you are bullied and ridiculed by those annoying women in the Drunken Red Mansion for the rest of your life..."

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"Mother, sister Azheng, mother!" Jing Ling suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

Zi Nu reached out and touched Tan Jingling's forehead, "Ling'er, you're awake, what's wrong?"

It turned out to be a dream, Jing Ling shook her head, "I had a strange dream," she subconsciously looked at her arm, but there was no change, she was relieved, but suddenly thought of something, she quickly got out of bed and went to find it in the closet. I took out the bamboo slips in the bundle, on which was written "Yin-Yang Curse", and it was also written "Women's Body Cultivation Technique" a few months ago.

"What's the matter, what are you looking for all of a sudden?"

"Uh, every time Ling'er misses her mother, she can only look at this hairpin." Seeing Zi Nu approaching, Jing Ling quickly hid the bamboo slips and took out the jade hairpin by the way.

"You child, you were frightened today. I will strengthen my precautions at Zilanxuan in the future, so don't be afraid." Zi Nu patted Jing Ling's head affectionately.

On the second day, Jing Ling woke up feeling refreshed, but her expression was unexpectedly solemn. Yes, although her body relaxed a lot, there were too many doubts waiting for her to unravel.

The man in black moved sharply and struck fiercely. He was obviously here to kill people. He could never be a thief or a flower picker. And that yin and yang technique, which mother said taught her?But she doesn't know martial arts, why should she teach it to her, where does mother go to do?How to comprehend Yin Yang Art...

There were too many problems, Jing Ling rubbed her hungry belly and came to the kitchen to eat and drink, she immediately had an idea, she quietly came to the backyard, at this time everyone was busy with work, the backyard seemed extraordinarily quiet, Jing Ling planed The soil pinched a small ball, concentrated his energy on the soil ball, and then threw it at the stone bench in front. After a bang, the stone bench was still the original stone bench, but a hole was smashed into it.

It's over, it's over, how good is this, mud can smash a hole in a stone, is this Yin Yang?It was scary, Jing Ling stared blankly at the scene in front of her, no, someone is coming, she quickly turned the stone bench around, and then sat down on the stool, fortunately the hole is not too big, she can sit on it easily No one will pay attention to that hole.

What Jing Ling didn't even realize was that her perception was much more sensitive than before.

She thought it was some boy who came to chop firewood, but she thought about saying something, but she didn't expect it to be Zhang Liang, "Uh, what's the matter, my lord?"

"Brother Han asked Zifang to come and talk to Miss Jingling." Zhang Liang said modestly and politely.

Jing Ling was right when he thought about it. The killer came to Zilanxuan last night, and Han Fei, the big boss, came to investigate. It was reasonable to ask her to question her, but when he got up, he felt a heat flow down his thigh.

She bent down to support the stone table, her stomach hurts, she must not have diarrhea, is she still pulling on her body?

Here Zhang Liang just wanted to ask, when he saw Jing Ling's thighs were flushed, "Miss Jing Ling was injured?"

"Ah, no, it's just that my stomach hurts, and I probably ate something bad." After speaking, I followed Zhang Liang's gaze and looked down...

The heat has just arrived, and Jing Ling is greedy for coolness, so she wears thin clothes. Looking at the blood-stained place, she probably understands something. Her mother said that this is called menstruation, and having menstruation means that a girl is growing up. Become a big girl.

"Don't come here, I'm fine." It's extremely embarrassing, to be seen by someone at this time, it's still a handsome man, ah no, it's a boy.

"Could it be that the killer was injured last night?" Although the young Zhang Liang has read the sage books, he must have not dabbled in this matter, so he intuitively thought that he was injured by the man in black.

Jing Ling didn't know where his temper and courage came from, but he actually yelled at Xiangguo's grandson, "Oh, I've said it's okay, just shut up and turn around, you idiot!"

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