The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Ling Chenyu was like a rocket with its butt on fire. With a whoosh, he rushed straight to the Lianshan Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing that was seriously infected by literary and artistic bacteria.

This place is a large-scale blind date site for talented men and beautiful women in Beijing, and every inch of land exudes the arrogant atmosphere of "there should be poetry here".

On both sides of the mountain road, there are either stones engraved with "Poetry and Distant Places" or signs reading "The Scent of Ink" hanging on them, as if even the wind carries a sour literary tone.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, it has basically been fully developed, with a corridor every nine steps and ten steps, which looks particularly elegant.

Ling Chenyu never expected that Liu Jingshu would hide Liu Yaoyao here.

After all, there are people coming and going here, and it would be hard to hide someone's words.

It's telling the world: "Hey, come and see, there's a secret here!"

Is it possible that the most dangerous place is the safest place?

After thinking about it, Ling Chenyu's brain circuit suddenly took a sharp turn, almost making himself dizzy.

Suddenly, something flashed through Ling Chenyu's mind so fast that he couldn't catch it.

Ling Chenyu was too focused, and every step he took was filled with determination and anxiety in his search for Liu Yaoyao.

I wasn't paying attention and bumped into a drunk man.

Ling Chenyu pulled him reflexively, only to find that it was actually Old Master Liang.

I saw Old Master Liang with blurry eyes and staggering steps, as if every step was playing a fierce tug-of-war with gravity.

There were two suspicious red clouds on his face and an inexplicable smile at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he had just been fished out of a wine jar, with a strong aroma of wine emanating from his whole body.

"Master Liang? Have you...emptied all the peach wine in Nanyang? Why are you so drunk?"

Upon hearing this, Old Tutor Liang seemed to want to straighten his back to show that he was awake, but he ended up swaying even more exaggeratedly and almost fell to the ground.

He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to focus on Ling Chenyu's face, but he only vaguely saw a figure swaying in front of him.

"Hmph, old man, old man... burp!"

Old Master Liang let out a long burp, and his words were intermittently interrupted by pauses and inexplicable emotions.

As he spoke, he waved his arms, as if he was describing the familiar land of Nanyang, or perhaps having a conversation with the past.

Ling Chenyu was extremely anxious at the moment, so he had no time to bother with the drunken old tutor Liang. He simply "entrusted" him to the nearest guard like throwing away a hot potato.

He asked him to take good care of it and turned around and walked up the mountain.

"Well, Your Majesty, that mountain is where the literati and poets use their literary talent to wash their ink. No one can hide there. I think it should be at the foot of the mountain."

Leng Ying reminded hurriedly.

Ling Chenyu suddenly stopped, turned around and gave Leng Ying a look that said "what do you know", and then fell into deep thought again.

There are people coming and going there, it is more like a market than a secret place for Tibetans.

The two looked at each other, as if a light bulb of wisdom had been lit up at the same time, and they said in unison: "Mountainside! Yes, mountainside!"

The mountainside is the private territory of those rich and powerful bosses. The person we are looking for may be hiding in that luxurious villa.

Thinking of this, Ling Chenyu's blood boiled, like a greedy cat seeing dried fish before a banquet.

Without saying a word, he changed his route in an instant, and as if riding on a colorful cloud, he whizzed straight to the secret garden of Prince Han's mansion hidden on the mountainside, which was as mysterious as a treasure chest - Hanyue Villa.

This Hanyue Villa is no ordinary place. It is hidden among the clouds and mist, as if it is a private residence left behind by the moon on earth. Every time you go there, you have to play hide-and-seek first, looking for the secret entrance among the layers of green.

Ling Chenyu: Today, I will be the first 'Wu Gang' to unveil the Moon Palace! "

When they arrived at the place, Ling Chenyu first pretended to knock on the wooden door that looked simple but actually held a secret.

The door naturally opened slowly and tactfully, as if it was also amused by Ling Chenyu's funny temperament.

As soon as he stepped into Hanyue Villa, Ling Chenyu was so shocked by the scene before him that he almost bit off his tongue.

This is not a garden at all, it’s a fairyland!

Flowers of various colors compete with each other in beauty, as if they are beauties participating in a beauty pageant, each of them doing their best to make Ling Chenyu, the "judge", smile.

Although Ling Jinhan is a prince, his taste is quite poor.

I didn't expect that Hanyue Villa looks so elegant.

Ling Chenyu looked left and right, and for a moment, he wished he had a few more pairs of eyes.

Just as Ling Chenyu was immersed in his own "flower tasting conference", suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bringing an inexplicable floral fragrance, and... a hint of something wrong.

Ling Chenyu slammed on the brakes and turned back suddenly as if he was hit by a spell.

I saw a man in black clothes as dark as ink, with a face so cold that it could scrape off frost. He was standing quietly among the swaying shadows of flowers not far away with a look of "what are you looking at".

That look was so sharp that it seemed as if it could instantly freeze a pool of spring water into an ice sculpture.

Oh, no!

It directly froze Ling Chenyu's little heart, which was about to soar into the sky and let go of itself, into a small ice cube, dancing the "Waltz on Ice" with a thumping sound.

"Oh my god, this is not a shadow guard, this is simply a walking piece of cold iron!"

Leng Feng muttered to himself in his heart, but quickly put on a smile that was brighter than the spring sun, and his little abacus in his mind was clattering non-stop.

"Hehe, since there are men in black standing guard, Princess Yaoyao must be hidden here by Liu Jingshu!"

Ling Chenyu waved his hand, and the guards behind him instantly switched to "Detective Chen" mode.

While pretending to be nonchalant and fiddling with the innocent wild flower beside them that was almost used as a microphone by him, they secretly glanced at the "shadow guard" out of the corner of their eyes.

I was thinking about how to see Yaoyao without being frozen into a popsicle by this freezing aura.

"Ahem, my dear brother, I am Leng Feng. May I ask if this is the secret passage of the legendary Hanyue Villa?"

Leng Feng pretended to be deep, but his eyes flickered with the light of about to perform the "King of Comedy" drama, as if he was about to take out his own award in the next second.

Hearing this, the man in black's mouth twitched slightly, as if to say.

"These days, is even finding someone so dramatic?"

But he still maintained his aloof personality and said coldly, "This place is not for you to disturb."

"Oh my, brother, what you said is wrong. I..."

Leng Feng patted his chest exaggeratedly as he spoke.

Seeing the man in black standing still like a sculpture, Leng Feng's eyes rolled around, and the little motor in his heart called "wit" instantly started running at full speed.

"Hey, looks like we have to get serious!"

A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to perform a "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy".

"Brother, the way you stand is like the reincarnation of the 'Dinghai Shenzhen'! But, I have a 'penetrating into every hole' trick passed down from my ancestors, and I'll show you how to do it today!"

Leng Feng spoke as he got into position, with his feet slightly bent and his hands clenched into palms, as if he was going to perform some light skill to climb walls and fly over rooftops. But in fact, the little ideas in his mind had already drifted away to the sky.

"Brother Men, Brother Men, we have no grudges against each other. If you know what's best for you, just keep quiet so that I won't get violent and hurt our relationship, right?"

After a "deep gaze", the door remained motionless, as if mocking Ling Chenyu's fruitless efforts.

Just when everyone was preparing to perform a "miracle of great strength".

Leng Feng suddenly had an idea. He took out a small stone from his arms that he had picked up from somewhere and flicked it lightly at the door lock.

"Ding——" After a crisp sound, the door actually opened slowly, as if it was moved by Ling Chenyu's "wit" and took the initiative to make way.

"Wow, it seems that my unique skill of 'penetrating every hole' has been cultivated to the level of 'using softness to overcome hardness'!"

Leng Feng announced proudly, causing everyone to laugh.

After a fight, Ling Chenyu entered the villa.

Ling Chenyu and his group immediately transformed into "treasure hunters" and began a carpet search.

They shuttled between pavilions and towers, sometimes bending down to look carefully, sometimes standing on tiptoe to look, as if the air was filled with the excitement and tension of treasure hunting.

Finally, in a hidden corner of the cellar, Ling Chenyu discovered an unusual trace.

A pile of scattered clothes and a familiar scent wafting in the air.

"Ahaha, isn't this Yaoyao's aura?"

Ling Chenyu shouted excitedly, as if he had discovered a new world, "It seems that our Yaoyao has indeed been here, and..."

He looked at the traces of movement on the ground and couldn't say anything else.