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Early in the morning, the sky had just turned white.

Tang Qing subconsciously shrunk into the dark corner and did not open her eyes. She was only waiting for the disciples of the Madonna to chat with them like how they used to, and for her to listen to a few more interesting methods that would harm others.

However, the content of the conversation today was a bit strange, so she couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, is this Soup of Awakening some kind of medicine?" "Ha, I say you're overdoing it. She ate so much yesterday that she wouldn't even wake up if you dragged her out of bed, much less get up to celebrate. What kind of medicine is that!"

"You only need to do what the princess has instructed you, what's the point of saying so much! To let you take Liu Er's job, is to see how strong you are to suppress her! "Well, quickly drink this seasoned sobriety soup for her. After that, no matter how long she sleeps, no one is allowed to call out to her. Do you hear me?"

"Got it, got it. Leave quickly!"

"You have to do it well, or else you can forget about your daughter Liu Er!"

? ?.

Age?

Princess?

Liu Er?

Madonna, who are you trying to hurt now?

Tang Qing rubbed his throbbing temple with her hands as she felt the pain in her head as if someone had smashed it.

Hold on ? Pain! She felt pain!

Impossible, she was trapped by the Madonna using a sinister technique, becoming an ignorant ghost for an entire 50 years, how could she feel any pain?

Tang Qing suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was not the corner of a temple, but an exquisite bed curtain.

She pulled open the curtains of the bed and looked inside the house, and was immediately stunned ? ? Here, it was her room in Prince Consort's Mansion before she left!

Tang Qing suddenly clenched her fists. The pain in her palm caused her to slightly open her eyes, and she sat up, pulling away her blanket and rushing out of bed.

By the light of the candle, she could see her young and tender face in the mirror ? the plump cheeks of a baby, the eyes that were not yet covered in fat, and the small, perky nose. It was probably due to the hangover that her face was flushed.

This was obviously his young self!

Ah, that's right, last night, that hundred year old Madonna had drank too much, and then he was killed by a little girl beside him! She moved closer, and after touching the blood of the Madonna, she lost consciousness.

She stared intently at her reflection in the mirror. As she looked at the round, smooth, but not annoying, young girl in the mirror, her eyes suddenly lit up.

She really came back! He returned to the age of sixteen, to the age of sixty!

"Heh, that's great."

Tang Qing reached out to picture the young man's face in the mirror. The expression on his face slowly calmed down, from shock, to madness, to surging hatred, and finally, to a state of calm. A pair of black bright eyes narrowed into a smile.

"Tang Qian Yu, Li Fei Yun, Feng Qiu, Tang Tian De ? I, Tang Qing, am back! "

Her snow-white baby face was young and rich, but her pair of bright black eyes were steady and deep. The pure innocence and darkness had perfectly fused together, causing her to look as gentle as water, yet at the same time as extremely dangerous, she was exceptionally eye-catching.

And at this time, Zhao mama, who had been waiting outside for a long time, finally came in with a bowl of added wine and soup.

"Creak ~ ~ ~"

Following the sound of the door, Tang Qing turned her head to the side and saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face from her memories.

The Zhao mama was her personal servant Liu Er's mother, and Liu Er was the bitch that married her brother Tang Su, but gave birth to evil seeds! And in the matter of Liu Er climbing the wall and framing Tang Su, Zhao mama had always reaped great rewards!

"Little, Miss, why are you up? How long have you been awake? " The Zhao mama asked cautiously.

"Just woke up." What is your mama doing coming over so early? " Tang Qing's cold eyes unknowingly gained a hint of ghost aura amidst the candle flame. Madame Zhao felt his back go cold and even his voice became stiff.

"No, it's nothing. I was just thinking that Miss had a drink yesterday, so I came to see if Miss had a headache."

"Mommy, my head hurts. I had a nightmare just now."

Tang Qing glanced at her again, pursed her lips, and explained in a small voice that was somewhat cowardly.

Zhao mama looked at her again. After confirming that the Tang Qing who made people want to escape was just an illusion, he immediately relaxed.

She impatiently said: "Miss doesn't want to light the lamp, this room is always brightly lit, what are you afraid of? It must be because I drank too much wine that I am like this. Come, drink this bowl of sobering wine and I will be fine after sleeping. "

Tang Qing shook her head. When she moved to the foot of the bed, her hand calmly brushed past the basket on the stool: "I don't want to drink. I'm going to get up and clean up. Ask her to dress me up. "

Zhao mama frowned. He grabbed Tang Qing's shoulder with one hand and brought a bowl of food directly into Tang Qing's mouth with the other. "Miss, this mama is doing this for your own good. Quickly drink it.

After she finished speaking, she pinched Tang Qing's chin and started drinking.

Tang Qing coughed violently and turned her head away in distress.

Zhao mama's eyes flashed with a fierce light, he took a step forward, and was about to curse when Tang Qing suddenly raised her head, and looked at her with his black and large eyes, causing her entire body to turn cold, then he became numb, as though he did not know what happened next.

Tang Qing reached out to grab the bowl that fell down, lowered her eyes and retracted the hand that was pressing on Zhao mama's waist. She was holding onto an embroidery needle in his hand, the tip of the needle giving off a cold light.

"This Spirit-Sobering Soup is really good stuff."

She lowered her head to smell the bowl in her hands. She laughed softly, as if she was reminiscing something ? the sweat medicine that was unique to the Madonna Dao Monastery. It was specifically used to hide things, not leaving any traces.

"So that's why I overslept in my previous life."

She waved the bowl in her hands, thinking about the extremely young Madonna at this moment, her eyes revealed a ruthless smile.

"Don't worry, these acquaintances have to come one by one to have fun."

Tang Qing blinked, and quickly wiped the blood from her eyes. She raised her hand to pinch Zhao mama's chin, and poured all the medicinal herbs in the bowl into her mouth.

She leisurely dragged Zhao mama onto the bed, stripped her clothes, and arranged them neatly at the end of the bed.

Afterwards, she skillfully and skillfully pierced the needle in her hand into Zhao mama's body twenty-eight times. Then, she found a gap in the limestone tiles and broke the needle.

"Mammy is counting on being my brother's mother-in-law again. "Hur hur, you think you're worthy?"

With a cold smile, she raised her hand and pierced half a needle into Zhao mama's scalp!