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

Wenjie and his team searched carefully, fearing to miss any clues about Liu Jingshu.

In Lincheng, another group of spies were also busy investigating the whereabouts of Yingdao and others.

"We must find them. The prince's orders cannot be disobeyed!"

Wenjie muttered to himself, his face full of determination.

However, things don't always go so smoothly.

Since the last collapse of the Shiwan Mountains, the mountain roads have become extremely difficult to travel and the fog is thick. Even professional spies cannot

Got lost several times.

The situation in Lincheng was even more complicated and changeable. Yingdao and others seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, without leaving even a trace.

"What should I do?" Wenjie was anxious, with a frown on his face.

Just when he was in trouble, a secret letter from Zhou Hanyi quietly appeared in his hands.

In the letter, Zhou Hanyi not only provided some new clues about the forbidden area, but also proposed a bold plan.

Take advantage of the banquet in the palace to get close to the princes and obtain more information.

"This... this Zhou Hanyi is so bold!"

Wenjie was shocked after reading the letter.

But on second thought, this might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

Anyway, Zhou Hanyi's father is very popular in the current court. If she makes any mistakes, her good father will always clean up for her.

After thinking about it, Wenjie immediately reported the plan to Ling Jinhan.

Ling Jinhan was silent for a moment, with a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing across his eyes.

"Okay, let's do as she planned. But remember, you have to ensure her safety."

Ling Jinhan gave the order in a low voice, his tone revealing his concern for Zhou Hanyi.

When Wenjie heard that Ling Jinhan agreed to Zhou Hanyi's bold plan, he was so excited, as if he had won the jackpot.

Although there were mountains and rivers between them, he couldn't help but excitedly want to give Ling Jinhan a bear hug.

But this is not realistic after all, so I still bowed towards the direction of the capital.

"Your Majesty, you are truly wise and brave, wise and decisive, wise..."

Once Wenjie started talking, he couldn't stop, and he flattered people so much that even he felt embarrassed.

Only when his subordinates behind him pulled him forward did he solemnly end it all.

At this time, Zhou Hanyi was hiding in the room, practicing her "thousand-face acting skills" in front of the mirror.

Sometimes she is a gentle and lovely girl next door, and sometimes she becomes a smart and brave heroine. Her expressions change faster than the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

"Hmph, Ling Muxiao, Ling Jinhan, Ling Chenyu, I am an excellent actress, just wait and see."

Zhou Hanyi stood in a corner of the magnificent banquet hall, gesticulating and imagining in the air, talking to herself.

There seemed to be two little flames dancing in her eyes, and she was so confident that she was about to set herself on fire.

However, behind her glorious image, there is a "forgotten corner".

The magnificent but somewhat lonely lounge in the palace.

Ling Chenyu, the male protagonist who should have been the focus of the banquet, was lying on the soft big bed at this moment, with an innocent face, being pulled back from the abyss of dreamland by Leng Ying's "special effect hangover medicine".

"How's it going outside?"

Ling Chenyu rubbed his temple and asked jokingly, as if he was still savoring the glorious moment that did not exist.

Leng Ying had a blank expression on his face and uttered two words coolly.

"calm."

The tone is like saying "It's a nice day today, suitable for sleeping."

Just as Ling Chenyu and Leng Ying were in the magnificent lounge.

One is immersed in a sea of ​​self-deprecating humor, while the other stands expressionless and plays the role of a model of "silence is golden".

The screenwriter of fate seemed to be hiding in a corner, holding the script in his hand, laughing, ready to add an unexpected dramatic touch to this banquet.

On the other side, Liu Yaoyao, the "flower of the party" known for her sweet smile and lively eyes, has completely lost her former charm.

Her cheeks seemed to have been kissed by the sunset, so red that blood could drip out, her eyes were blurry, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth.

It is obvious that he has been completely brought into the vortex of fantasy by the "invisible dance partner" of alcohol.

A few "kind" ladies, dressed gorgeously and smiling, but with hidden secrets, like a group of magicians about to release a "surprise".

They supported Liu Yaoyao and whispered to each other, with gossip gleaming in their eyes, as if they were participating in a grand adventure game of "Princess and Dragon".

Liu Yaoyao is the princess who is about to be "rescued" to the "cold palace".

"Oh, Miss Yaoyao, you look a little uncomfortable. Come, let us take you to rest."

A noble lady said this in a voice so gentle that water could drip out of it, but there was a barely perceptible calculation in her eyes.

Liu Yaoyao was half asleep and half awake, and she felt that she was surrounded by a group of people wearing strange clothes.

There were vague sounds of conversation and occasional laughter in my ears.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but could only see a blur of light and shadow.

In a daze and confusion, Liu Yaoyao was "escorted" to the lounge that was mistakenly called the "cold palace."

The plot twists are faster than the face-changing in Sichuan Opera. It's like a live broadcast of a "calculating relay race".

It seems that Ling Muxiao is determined to give this loving couple a "double gift".

In the lounge, when Liu Yaoyao opened her eyes drowsily, what she saw was not the cozy home she had imagined, but a strange and handsome face.

The other party, Ling Ze, was staring at Liu Yaoyao with a complicated expression, as if asking, "Who am I? I am in the center of such a magnificent banquet hall? Why do I have to face this mysterious and embarrassing scene?"

It was as if his soul was trying to find an escape route from this sudden "encounter".

The air seemed to be cast under a spell, becoming so solid that it could be used to cut tofu.

Then, awkward but polite laughter, like sudden hail in spring, broke the silence.

"Haha, it looks like we are in a situation where the matchmaker randomly matches couples and we encounter hide-and-seek at the wine table!"

Liu Yaoyao tried hard to force a smile as she spoke, but it sounded a little bitter.

I guess she knew what was going to happen next.

How could a weak woman like her escape?

"Sister, what a coincidence! Are we playing a game of 'palace version of hide and seek'?"

Ling Ze's words contained some teasing, some surprise, and even a little urge to escape the scene.

Um, sister?

The corners of Liu Yaoyao's mouth almost twitched like a stroke, and she muttered to herself in her heart.

"Is this brother trying to take advantage of me? Or is he drunk and thinks I'm some unmarried princess?"

She squinted her eyes, trying to identify the man who called himself "brother" through the hazy "alcohol fog".

"Lingze? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reciting poems with the ministers over there?"

Liu Yaoyao finally recognized the "brother" in front of her, and her tone was filled with a bit of surprise and disbelief.

After all, the fifteenth prince Ling Ze was well-known in the palace for his talent and intelligence, but at this moment he was playing "hide and seek" with her in this corner.

Ling Ze's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had found the organization.

"Oh, Sister Yaoyao, I was just thinking that reciting poems and composing couplets is not as exciting as an 'accidental encounter' with you!

No matter how lively the royal brother's banquet is, it can't be as interesting as the 'unexpected encounter' with you, my sister!"

When Liu Yaoyao heard Ling Ze's words, she almost vomited blood.

She thought to herself: "This boy usually looks quite serious, but I didn't expect that he would be crazier than me when he drinks."

But she still maintained that "kind smile that a sister should have" on her face and patted Ling Ze's shoulder.

"Lingze, Lingze, you are so sweet, even sweeter than the candied fruits in the imperial kitchen.

However, I am not in the mood to play hide and seek with you today. I was escorted here by those kind-hearted ladies.

They said they wanted me to take a break, but I think they wanted to take this opportunity to brainwash me."

Ling Ze’s eyes widened to larger than copper bells and he shouted exaggeratedly.

"What? They actually dared to attack Sister Yaoyao? They didn't even consider their own weight and whether they could withstand the wisdom of Sister Yaoyao!

Come on, sister, let's not argue with them. I have a great hangover tea here. I guarantee that after you drink it, you will be refreshed and even hotter than the steamed buns just out of the pot!"

As he spoke, Ling Ze took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle from his arms.

His movements and expression were as if what he was holding was not hangover tea, but a panacea that could bring the dead back to life.

Liu Yaoyao looked at Ling Ze's exaggerated appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The little depression in her heart instantly disappeared.

She took the small porcelain bottle and pretended to be serious.

"Lingze, Lingze, if this hangover tea doesn't work, I won't forgive you."

Ling Ze immediately patted his chest and made a promise.

"Sister Yaoyao, don't worry, my sobering tea is an improvement on a folk secret recipe, and it is guaranteed to cure the disease as soon as the medicine is used. No, it is tea that will sober you up!

If it's useless, I'll give you my title of the Fifteenth Prince as a toy!"

The two looked at each other and smiled. The air was filled with a joyful atmosphere, as if even the air around them had become lighter.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in. It was Ling Chenyu.

It seems that tonight's banquet is destined not to be an ordinary feast.