The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the middle of the night, Yun Ci opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, looked at the cold moonlight outside the window, roars drifting with the wind, she covered her chest with her hand, and her heart beat fiercely.

This has always been the case these days.

During the day, the heart is slow, and at night, the heart will beat fast, the sound of thumping, like a thunder drum.

This should be the connection between her and Dongtang Chiyou.

Although I don't know why this happened, it stands to reason that he still doesn't have the same life and death Gu.

Yun Ci started to suffer from insomnia all night and all night. She was worried that Dongtang’s lateness would make her unable to fall asleep at all. Sometimes she couldn’t hold it, and she would have nightmares when she fell asleep. In the dream, Dongtang fell to the ground slowly and bruised all over her body. , Dripping with blood, and then will be awakened.

Even knowing that he will not die, even knowing that he will come out eventually, but every minute of waiting is suffering, worrying about what he should eat and drink, worry that he will be hurt, worry that he will be afraid of being alone.

The wound hadn't healed yet, Yunci couldn't bring up any energy. The face under the veil was pale, and he gradually lost weight. Without taking a step, the wounds on his knees were torn, and the wounds from the gun in his arm became inflamed, and he even couldn't hold things firmly. , Even Mu Huaiyu saw something was wrong with her.

"You haven't been in the state recently, haven't you been well?"

Yunci's eyebrows drooped, and he casually said something.

At this time, Duan Honglin and Yan Zhuo walked into the hall, sat down on the sofa, and asked Yunci to make tea.

Yun Ci walked to the side of the coffee table, enduring the pain of his arm and lifted the purple sand teapot.

Duan Honglin's face was slightly dignified, and he said: "If this continues, the Federation will find us again sooner or later. We have to find a way."

Mu Huaiyu raised his eyes lightly: "What? Do you have a good way?"

"Since we told the Federation that we are gathering here to help Zhaoguo tide over the difficulties, then we should do so." Duan Honglin put a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, as if he had thought of some bad idea again.

Mu Huaiyu narrowed his sharp eyes: "How do you say?"

Duan Honglin picked up the hot tea he had just brewed and sipped it to his lips. He smiled like a sly fox. In a casual tone, he said the most evil words: "The outside world thinks that the King Zhao is missing. Then we will help Zhaoguo support a new king."

Yunci teased the action.

Mu Huaiyu also showed a slightly puzzled look: "The new king?"

"Yes, King Puppet." With a snap, Duan Honglin put the empty teacup in front of Yunci and said: "In the name of helping Zhaoguo and supporting the new king, under such a cover, we can be unscrupulous. To experiment."

Yun Ci's heart tightened, and instantly understood the meaning of Duan Honglin's words.

The puppet king, controlled by them and assigned by them, is completely a scapegoat.

In the future, no matter what happened to Zhaoguo, the puppet king would carry all the crimes for them, but they could stay aside, stay clean, and even leave a good reputation for helping neighboring countries.

It's really a great method!

No wonder that eight years later, the outside world thought that Zhaoguo died overnight due to unknown reasons, but they had no idea about this experiment or the crimes of the Three Kingdoms of Lijiang River!

Doing such a cruel thing, fearing being spurned by the outside world and future generations, is really hypocritical!

Mu Huaiyu pondered for a moment: "Who would want to be this puppet king."

The smile on Duan Honglin's lips sank instantly, shrugging his shoulders, and sighing: "This is the most troublesome place."