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

Ling Chenyu grabbed Li Fang's collar.

Ling Chenyu's grip was so strong that it almost created a deep bond between Li Fang's collar and neck that went beyond friendship.

Li Fang almost started to wonder if he was suddenly chosen by some hero to be the best neck ornament.

His eyes were bigger than copper bells, his jaw almost dropped in shock, and he nodded his head as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

But he muttered in his heart: "This speed is even faster than the storyteller's description of Qinggong!"

Ling Chenyu received a positive response, and instantly turned into a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, a perfect combination of a master of light Kung Fu.

After releasing his hand, he did not simply take a step, but directly performed an upgraded version of "Lingbo Weibu".

Every step seemed to leave a series of mocking "whoosh whoosh" sounds in the air, expressing the most direct contempt for gravity.

"Hurry up!"

He ran and shouted at the top of his lungs, and his voice pierced the clouds and split the rocks, shaking the surrounding pebbles so much that they trembled and wanted to run away from home.

"Butler, prepare the horses. I am going to the Shiwandashan Mountains to look for Yaoyao!"

The housekeeper heard the call, still holding a half-eaten steamed bun in his hand.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of confusion and admiration for his prince's actions.

He quickly put down the steamed bun and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Your Highness's imagination is even more bizarre than the growth rings of the old locust tree in our backyard."

Then he ran towards the stable at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, muttering to himself.

"Alright, I will put on the White Dragon's combat boots right away, and I guarantee that the young master will catch up with the wind!"

Ling Chenyu had already run out of the mansion gate.

He loudly declared his determination to the empty street, causing several passing sparrows to stop and tilt their heads.

It's as if it's thinking: "Is this guy going to save the world? Take us with you, we want to join in the fun too!"

Finally, the butler appeared, panting, leading the "White Dragon".

The horse seemed to feel the excitement of embarking on an extraordinary journey, paddling its four hooves lightly, its eyes flashing with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown.

Ling Chenyu leaped forward, mounted the horse handsomely, and winked at Li Fang.

"What are you still standing there for? Lead the way!"

Li Fang rubbed his eyes which were red from the smoke and dust, and muttered to himself, but he did not dare to slow down his pace.

He trotted to catch up with Prince Ling Chenyu, who was riding a tall horse in front of him, and his back revealed a bit of unruly and urgent.

The guards all had serious expressions as they mounted their horses one after another. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, raising clouds of dust.

It’s like a group of warriors about to go to war, but this “battlefield” seems a little confusing.

"Oh my, is this prince riding on a Hot Wheels? He runs faster than a rabbit!"

Li Fang was muttering to himself, but he did not dare to show any slackness on his face. After all, losing his master was no joke.

At this time, at the gate of the palace, was Lin Nuoer, the concubine who combined beauty and wisdom.

He was covering his mouth and nose with one hand and waving a handkerchief with the other, trying to disperse the misty dust in front of his eyes. His big, lively eyes were full of confusion and curiosity.

Beside her, the butler had a helpless look on his face, but also a doting smile, as if he had long been accustomed to his prince's sudden "leaving on a whim".

"My Lady Concubine, your nose is about to become a vacuum cleaner. Come in and have a cup of tea to moisten it."

As Old Wu spoke, he reached out his hand to help Lin Nuoer into the house, but she gently pushed him away.

"Butler, what's going on with the prince? He didn't even say hello and just ran away with a group of people. Is he going to some restaurant to have fun again?"

Lin Nuo'er asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, but her eyes were shining with deep concern for Ling Chenyu.

When the butler heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched and he secretly complained in his heart.

"The prince is not here to have fun. He is clearly on urgent military business. However, the degree of urgency is so high that even he himself probably didn't expect it to be so urgent."

But on the surface, he remained as calm as ever.

"Don't worry, Princess. The prince must have something important to do. Just wait patiently. Maybe there will be news later."

After hearing this, Lin Nuoer sighed softly, a trace of worry flashed across her eyes, but then she put on her signature gentle smile.

"Forget it. Since he likes to play mysterious games, I will just sit back and wait to see what surprises he can bring back!"

After saying that, she turned and walked into the palace, leaving behind a string of silver bell-like laughter and a faint smoke and dust still lingering at the entrance of the palace, as if putting a slightly humorous end to this sudden "episode".

On the other side, Prince Ling Chenyu and his team were walking away in the dust.

Leaving behind a series of speculations and discussions about their mysterious trip, quietly spreading inside and outside the palace...

Lin Nuoer walked briskly and hummed a little tune.

As soon as he stepped into the gilded gate of Prince Chen's Mansion, he met Liao Rong, who was holding a palm-leaf fan and dressed in casual clothes.

Lin Nuoer flicked his handkerchief, and it seemed as if even the dust in the air was dancing to his rhythm, and he uttered a sentence slowly.

"Hey, isn't this Aunt Liao, the 'porter' of our Chen Palace? Are you here to inspect the territory again today?"

Liao Rong was not willing to be outdone. He put his hands on his hips, widened his eyes and retorted.

"Porter? You must be mistaken. I am carrying out the project of 'rational allocation of palace assets'. Do you understand?

Besides, who in this palace doesn't know that Lin Nuo'er feels like home when she comes here?"

Lin Nuoer pretended to be surprised and widened her eyes, then pointed at the empty corridor around her and teased.

"Yes, yes, your 'rational distribution' is really thorough. Look at this palace. You have almost turned it into a 'Qingfeng Mingyue Tower'. There are only some pillars left to support the roof."

After hearing this, Liao Rong was not annoyed, but laughed so hard that he shook with laughter.

Lin Nuoer patted Liao Rong on the shoulder and said mysteriously.

"Lao Deng'er, what you said is wrong. We need 'sustainable development', do you understand?"

"You slutty fox, what I took was my daughter Yaoyao's dowry. What's wrong with preparing it in advance?"

Liao Rong was very proud when talking about Liu Yaoyao.

So what if this woman planned to climb into Ling Chenyu's bed?

Her daughter faked her death, but Ling Chenyu still missed her to bits.

Back then, when the housekeeper first saw Liao Rong doing this, he tried to stop him, but he just said, "I'm taking my daughter's, why can't I?"

It choked him right back.

The housekeeper had no choice but to go to Ling Chenyu to complain.

I thought the prince would severely reprimand him, but Ling Chenyu just smiled faintly and said:

"She is Yaoyao's mother, let her be."

As a result, the Prince Chen's Mansion became Liao Rong's "free market".

She feels like a fish in water here and never gets tired of it.

The people in the palace went from being shocked and puzzled at first to getting used to it later, and sometimes they even couldn't help laughing at her behavior.

Today, Liao Rong has set his sights on the forgotten bamboo forest in the back garden. It is said that there is a piece of Feng Shui treasure land there, which is suitable for building a pavilion for Liu Yaoyao to play.