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

Liu Jingshu's big watery eyes curved into crescent shapes, and a playful smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

It was as if I was watching a bad comedy performance, and the "actors" in front of me were working hard to perform the plot of ignorance and fearlessness.

"Oh my god, sister, are you really treating me, Liu Jingshu, like a three-year-old child?"

She clapped her hands in pretend surprise, with a look in her eyes that said "Are you kidding me?"

"Just relying on these little gadgets in the hands of these maids, you want me to go back home?

Sister, are you mistaken? This should be "The Female General's Counterattack"? "

Liu Jingshu teased while looking around.

Obviously, she was not afraid of making a big deal out of it.

Wen Yaner's expression changes so quickly that she can be compared to a master of face changing.

From white to blue, and then to black, it's like the colors on a palette are randomly splashed by a naughty hand, so colorful that it's dazzling.

Her eyes, which usually seemed to be bright and shining, now seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, flashing with complex and indistinguishable emotions, including anger, fear, and a hint of unwilling stubbornness.

"Humph, Liu Jingshu, do you think our palace is made of paper?

Do you think you can scare me to pee my pants just by your mob?

Let me tell you, the traps in this palace are carefully designed with the guidance of a master. I guarantee that if one of your troops comes in, they will trip up a pair and they will have no choice but to flee crying!"

Wen Yan'er forced a smile, trying to cover up her inner panic with tough words.

But her voice was like a candle swaying in the wind. Although she tried hard to keep it steady, it still trembled involuntarily, revealing her fear.

Seeing this, Liu Jingshu almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

She crossed her arms across her chest, with a playful look in her eyes, as if she was watching a funny show.

"Hey, Sister Wen Yan'er, have you secretly practiced the secrets of 'Fire Ten Thousand Arrows' and 'Earth Spike Assault'?

However, I, Liu Jingshu, will not foolishly jump into your web, let alone step into your 'hidden traps'."

Having said that, Liu Jingshu deliberately paused, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, as if she was waiting for Wen Yaner's reaction.

Just as Wen Yan'er expected, her face turned even darker, as if someone had splashed a basin of ink on her for no reason.

"But, sister, I still have to remind you that the current palace is just an empty shell.

Those powerful Imperial Guards and Shadow Guards were taken out to fight by Ling Muxiao, leaving only the city defense troops, who were still fighting fiercely with Emperor Yun's army outside the city.

So, don't let these so-called 'traps' of yours become 'digging your own graves'."

There was a hint of teasing and seriousness in Liu Jingshu's tone, but the sense of humor ran through the whole thing, making the originally tense atmosphere become subtle.

When Wen Yaner heard this, her face became even uglier.

She originally hoped to use these traps to scare Liu Jingshu and make her give up.

Now it seems obvious that this plan is not feasible.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but the panic in her heart surged over her like a tide, making it difficult for her to control herself.

"Liu Jingshu, don't be too proud too soon!

Even though I don't have many troops here, I still have strategies!

Just wait and see, I will make you pay the price for your arrogance!"

Wen Yan'er said this with gritted teeth, as if she wanted to turn all her anger and unwillingness into this one cruel word.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jingshu just smiled lightly, her eyes full of doubts about Wen Yaner's wisdom and confidence in her own abilities.

Oh, the competition has just begun, and she is ready to face all challenges.

Liu Jingshu deliberately waved her hands, the movement was so exaggerated as if to drive away some invisible ghost.

There was a funny expression on his face that said "Oh my god, I'm so scared", but the playful light in his smart eyes was brighter than ever, like the brightest star in the night sky, which could not be ignored.

"Come on, sister, let's stop playing the childish game of 'catch me' here."

Liu Jingshu cleared her throat, her tone mixed with a hint of teasing and seriousness, as if she was about to start an unusual negotiation.

"Otherwise, just surrender obediently, and I promise to prepare a private room for you, with tea, snacks and everything in between. I promise that the food you eat will be more delicious than the food in the imperial kitchen, and the place you live in will be more comfortable than the emperor's bedroom."

As she spoke, she deliberately blinked, as if hinting to Wen Yaner: This kind of treatment is hard to find even with a lantern!

"Of course, if you insist on the heroic spirit of 'rather die than surrender', then we will have to have a 'real fight'."

Liu Jingshu changed the subject, her tone containing a hint of provocation and expectation.

"However, I must remind you that my martial arts skills were acquired through hard training with a famous teacher. They are not just some fancy-looking but useless things.

When the time comes, don't blame me for not reminding you that your 'secret weapons' won't become a joke that 'brings shame upon yourself'."

After saying that, Liu Jingshu also made a fist-holding gesture to express "please give me your advice".

He looked both handsome and funny, making the surrounding atmosphere instantly become subtle.

Even the air was filled with a sense of "a war is about to break out, but also inexplicably funny", as if an absurd comedy blockbuster was about to be staged.

Wen Yaner's expression could no longer be described as "ugly".

She felt like she was being played around by a cunning fox, and she felt angry and helpless.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but her clenched fists revealed her nervousness and anxiety.

"Liu Jingshu, don't be too proud! I won't be fooled by your sweet words!"

Wen Yan'er said this through gritted teeth, as if she wanted to transform all her anger into the power of this sentence.

"Oh? So, sister, you mean... you want to have a real fight with me?"

Liu Jingshu deliberately lengthened her tone, with a mischievous smile of "what can you do to me" on her face, as if she was already looking forward to the upcoming "good show".

The atmosphere around them suddenly became more tense, as if even the air had frozen.

But in this tension, there is a hint of inexplicable humor, like the calm before the storm, which makes people both excited and afraid.