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

One of Liu Yaoyao's feet seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread.

Just when I mustered up the courage to cross that psychological threshold, I suddenly shrank back as if struck by a sudden lightning.

It seemed as if even the ground was hot enough to fry an egg.

This man doesn't care about itself at all, why should it get close to him?

A good marriage is maintained by two people.

She was held hostage in the palace by the old emperor, yet this man still had the leisure to pick up girls here.

"Hey, let me tell you, what are you trying to achieve? Young Master Ling is surrounded by beauties, but you have become a 'husband-waiting stone' and 'emotional detective' in the deep palace?"

Liu Yaoyao scolded herself in her heart, and her tone was three times harsher than that of the maids in the palace.

No, no.

Isn't love a gamble?

If you win the bet, you will live together till old age.

Even if I lost the bet, at least I have loved you and I have no regrets.

Liu Yaoyao took a deep breath and decided to give herself and Ling Chenyu another chance.

After all, a good marriage requires the efforts of both parties, but someone has to take the first step.

No?

She was like a warrior about to step onto the battlefield. She closed her eyes, made up her mind, and took another firm step forward.

In my ears, I heard Ling Chenyu's familiar and slightly magnetic voice.

"Well, I suppose..."

At that moment, Liu Yaoyao's footsteps seemed to be paused by time, and she was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

The emotions in my heart are like waves blown up by strong winds, surging endlessly, and every drop is full of bitterness and struggle.

This is the sentence Ling Chenyu said most often to her.

They finally got to this point.

too.

Ling Chenyu, he is an ancient man after all.

Having three wives and four concubines was taken for granted and was a symbol of status rather than a blasphemy against love.

But for her, love should be pure and unique, without any impurities.

He must have felt there was nothing wrong with that.

Liu Yaoyao smiled bitterly, as if she could see through Ling Chenyu's seemingly calm face.

I can see his deep commitment to the values ​​of this era.

She understood his position, but could not convince herself to accept this reality. Her heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of needles at the same time, the pain was indescribable.

Just then, a breeze blew, carrying the fragrance of flowers and coolness, gently brushing Liu Yaoyao's cheek.

It was as if it was nature's silent comfort to her.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and her eyes inadvertently fell on Ling Chenyu.

He was concentrating on doing something, and his serious look made her feel a little tender in her heart.

However, this tenderness was fleeting.

Instead, there was a deeper pain in my heart.

She stared at the back, feeling mixed emotions.

Like a tapestry tangled with tangled threads, it's hard to make sense of it.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to use the pain to distract from the pain in her heart, but found that it was in vain.

Finally, she took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she turned and left with firm steps without any reluctance.

He cast a mixed emotion in the direction where Liu Yaoyao left.

There was confusion and puzzlement in his eyes, as well as a hint of imperceptible loss.

But soon, he looked away.

Liu Yaoyao found Mei Gongming overnight.

Sign a 50-50 profit-sharing agreement with him.

Liu Yaoyao took out several hand-drawn cookbooks from her bag. Each page was illustrated with pictures and texts, recording in detail the methods and creativity of modern dishes.

"These are all my treasures, you must treasure them well and make Haochidian a unique food paradise in the capital!"

As Liu Yaoyao spoke, her eyes were full of anticipation and reluctance, as if she was really entrusting an orphan to someone else.

"Don't worry, Princess. With me here, the Food Palace will surely become famous all over the world!"

Mei Gongming patted his chest and made the assurance. The two men smiled at each other, and an inexplicable trust and tacit understanding filled the air.

It was late at night. Liu Yaoyao said goodbye to Mei Gongming and set out on the journey back to the palace.

The moonlight was bright, casting a long shadow on Liu Yaoyao's slightly dishevelled figure.

Just like a ninja who is planning an escape, his heart is filled with mixed feelings of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, all interwoven into a wordless song.

Oh, how could Liu Yaoyao be that weak woman with a needle hidden in her embroidered pillow?

The free sky is my home.

The plan to leave the palace is imperative!

Liu Yaoyao turned anxiously and was about to perform some small steps like a kung fu master, but unexpectedly, the wheel of fate always liked to turn at such a critical moment.

With a "pop", she came into close contact with a piece of walking "pork belly".

In an instant, the whole world's focus was on her poor butt.

"Oh my, my old waist and my new butt!"

Liu Yaoyao grimaced, rubbed her butt, and silently drew circles in her heart cursing this unexpected "misfortune".

"Who is so blind as to dare to bump into my proud steps?"

A rough and greasy voice resounded through the night sky.

Just like the first shout of the dough stick fryer in the early morning, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Liu Yaoyao raised her head, her eyes sharp as torches. After taking a closer look, she suddenly felt a sense of helplessness that "enemies often meet on a narrow road".

Isn't this Lu Youwei, the self-proclaimed romantic and suave scoundrel who is actually a lustful scoundrel?

Moreover, judging from her flushed face and staggering steps, she had obviously just returned from the "land of comfort" of the Jade Pavilion.

This is truly a typical example of "a dog will always eat shit".

"Oh, life is full of opportunities. This probability is enough to win the lottery."

Liu Yaoyao sighed inwardly, but on the surface she quickly entered "acting mode".

She pretended to be flustered, and frantically messed up her hair, which was already a little messy due to running around.

He lowered his head and pretended to be weak and helpless, trying to get away with it under the nose of the drunkard Lu Youwei.

"Humph, you want to run? No way!"

Lü Youwei, under the influence of alcohol, wanted to be a hero and save the beauty, but unexpectedly, the "beauty" had escaped first.

This time his male pride took over and he wasn't willing to let it go easily.

Liu Yaoyao's heart was filled with alarm bells, and she knew that she couldn't confront the opponent head-on.

Liu Yaoyao took a deep breath and transformed all of her usual cleverness into the "innocent little cabbage" mode in front of her.

Her lively eyes were instantly filled with tears, but she couldn't squeeze out even a single tear.

I had to use my fingers to gently wipe the corners of my eyes, which was considered to be the finishing touch to this impromptu performance.

She used her unique method of "playing dumb" which was not mainstream but extremely effective.

She pretended to cry and there was a slight tremor in her voice that was intentional.

He kept muttering as if he had really suffered a great injustice.

"Wow, sir, please spare my life. I am just a lost lamb in this deep palace.

In the dead of night, I accidentally lost my way and bumped into you, the great Buddha...

Woohoo, I really deserve to die, I hope you will be magnanimous and let me live!"

Hearing this, Lu Youwei raised a playful smile.

He claimed to have seen countless women, but he was also amused by Liu Yaoyao's sudden "drama possession".

Under the moonlight, his already slightly greasy face now looked even more playful.

Even if he had just gotten out of bed with another woman, he would not let go easily if he met a strange woman now.

He took a step forward and deliberately moved closer to Liu Yaoyao.

The smell of alcohol and powder instantly hit Liu Yaoyao in the face, and she almost couldn't hold back her sneeze.

"Oh? Lost in the middle of the night? Where did a lost maid like you come from in this palace? Are you waiting for me here on purpose to have a 'secret meeting at midnight'?"

As Lu Youwei spoke, he deliberately flicked Liu Yaoyao's chin with his folding fan, his eyes full of teasing and mockery.

Liu Yaoyao secretly complained in her heart.

"This Lu Youwei is really a dog that can't spit out ivory. However, we can just take advantage of his lustful problem and escape."

She suppressed her nausea and continued to pretend to be pitiful, her voice becoming even more choked.

"My lord, you have misunderstood me. How dare I have such an unreasonable thought? It is because of an emergency at home.

I got lost because I was so anxious. I hope you will show mercy and let me return home as soon as possible..."

As she spoke, Liu Yaoyao pretended to take out a non-existent "letter from home" from her sleeve.

He pretended to wipe away non-existent tears, and his acting was so exaggerated that he could rival that of an old actor on the stage.

Seeing this, Lu Youwei was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, as if he was completely amused by Liu Yaoyao's "improvisational drama".

He reached out to grab Liu Yaoyao's hand, but as soon as he did so, he was pierced by a dagger.