Your Royal Highness, You Are a Stand-in!

Yun Youyou became ill.

Her field of vision was occupied by a large area of ​​black, and every inch of her skin seemed to be buckled with a biological yoke.

After the Lvlin Mine Star lost its geomagnetism, the atmosphere gradually became thinner, and the lack of oxygen made her feel worse. Her breathing became more and more difficult, and she could barely move her body.

The people around raised their hands to hold her.

Clenched a fist, very gentleman's action.

"Miss Yun, are you okay?" Han Zhanni's voice was full of concern.

Yun Youyou feels like a snake sticking to his skin, and it feels even worse.

She hurriedly pushed away his hand, staggered out two steps, grabbed the edge of the coffin with both hands, and hung most of her body in it.

She didn't care about the strange smell remaining in the coffin, nor did she care about the thin edge of the coffin that hurt her stomach. She trembling hands, poking out her fingertips, touched the skeleton.

A low exclamation came from behind.

"She fell in! Pull her out! Beware of germs!"

The fingertips touched the bones, and the cold and crunchy powdery sensation penetrated into her bones, and the cold made her teeth "chuck" and tremble.

In her heart, she could faintly feel that everything was not right, but she didn't know why, every time she wanted to think about something related to her brother, her thoughts would slip away lightly.

Someone grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the side of the coffin.

There was a convulsive pain in her chest. This time the onset was urgent and fierce. I am afraid that she will lose her mind if it lasts less than three minutes.

She broke away from the supporter, staggered to the side, and put her trembling hand into her pocket--empty.

By the way, when His Royal Highness took away the storage card, he also took away the emotional blocker she put in her pocket.

"..."

"Is your Royal Highness in there? So is the diary?" She looked at the wooden door that began to rotate.

"Yes," someone next to him answered, "His Royal Highness and Lieutenant General Bai Xia are discussing. Don't go near the door of the villa, or you will be shot dead."

She forced her head and nodded, her fingers clenched the hem of her uniform, helping her heavy legs pull up from the ground, and walked towards the familiar white wooden door step by step.

The mud in the little garden was mixed with Zerg's slime, as if it turned into a swamp, quickly exhausting her little energy.

When stepping into a certain cordon about five meters away from the wooden door, she felt her heart shudder, and her heart would be attacked by the horrible feeling of penetration at any time, pinning her to the spot.

"His Royal Highness..." She used all her strength to make her voice as far as possible to reach the villa five meters away, "Yun Youyou, a member of the Fifth Army Special Forces, please see you!"

Through the half-floor side window covered with slime, one can vaguely see a tall figure sitting in a wooden chair.

The distance is not far away, but it seems to be separated by the sky.

He could not hear her voice.

"His Royal Highness, Yun Youyou begs to see you..."

Her vision was mostly dark, and according to past practices, she might be completely ill within two minutes.

The murderous intention locked behind her is clear. Dare to come forward again, waiting for her is death.

"The intruder was killed" probably didn't need to be reported to His Highness.

She tightened her lips and continued to move forward.

She has no choice.

Lieutenant Bai Xia glanced sideways.

Through a mess of stained glass, the girl's swaying figure seemed to be trapped in the mud. Anyone can see that she is very, very weak, and she can be completely knocked down with just one finger.

Lieutenant General Bai sighed: "If your Royal Highness has no instructions, Miss Yun will be shot to death."

She will wither in the mud like a broken petal.

Time seemed to have turned into a wire drawing, stretched in sections, and through the fuzzy window, she could see her feet approaching the ground.

The moment she landed, her heart would be ruthlessly penetrated.

Lieutenant General Bai Xia did not put his gaze on His Highness's face--because of professional reasons, his eyes would always look like a falcon, not suitable for gazing at the superior.

The old man lowered his eyelids and his voice was calm: "Lin Siming's case is full of doubts. Miss Yun is an important insider."

Wen Ze smiled softly: "Does the Chief Inspector think of his daughter who ran away from home?"

Bai Xia's forehead twitched slightly, and he admitted very happily: "The subordinates don't want Miss Yun to have an accident. They do have selfish intentions."

"Boom."

Suddenly, his hand sank.

Bai Xia subconsciously caught what His Highness threw to him.

Lin Siming's diary.

"Let's talk elsewhere." Wen Ze smiled faintly, "just give me the conclusion report."

The implication is that I don't want to see Yun Youyou, nor do I want to hear about her.

"Yes." Lieutenant General Bai Xia clipped the diary to his side, saluting and retiring.

"Crack—"

Lieutenant General Bai Xia stepped out of the wooden door of the villa and raised the palm of his left hand.

Yun Youyou felt the murderous intent locked behind him quietly leave, like a low tide.

She raised her head with difficulty, and saw the censor who had taken Lin Siming's photo inquiring about her strode forward.

"Miss Yun would like to talk about Lin Siming?" The falcon-like old man stared at her and patted the green hard paper book in his hands. "This is Lin Siming's diary."

Yun Youyou stretched out her hand subconsciously.

When she touched the diary with her fingertips, she felt that her actions seemed impolite and unruly.

The strange thing is that the stern old man didn't even have any objections, but rather cooperatively stuffed the green-skin diary into her hand.

She raised her eyes to look at him in surprise, and saw that the lieutenant admiral worked hard to show a "kind" smile.

It's just that his looks and occupational illness make him look like a tiger smiling.

Yun Youyou: "..."

Strangely, the inspector did not show such a friendly attitude on the day he left Galaxy Garden.

But at this moment, she didn't have the energy to delve into the changes that took place. She clenched the diary in her hand and made her request to Lieutenant General Bai Xia: "Sir, I want to see your Highness."

Although she desperately wanted to open the diary and take a look, her condition brooked no delay.

In another twenty or thirty seconds, she would become a lunatic killing lunatic who lost her mind.

Her eyes made the old man's eyes darker.

The law pattern on the lieutenant’s lips became deeper. After thinking for two seconds, he raised the communicator: "Your Highness, Miss Yun, please."

Yun Youyou stared at the communicator like a drowning man grabbing a straw.

She needs smell or emotion blocker.

She didn't want to hurt innocent people, she didn't want to die so badly. She wanted to read her brother's diary, and wanted to figure out what was going on.

Time passed by, and the cold sweat on his body took away more body temperature.

Her consciousness is about to fall completely.

"His Royal Highness..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Lieutenant General Bai Xia seemed to move the communicator closer to her.

She made a weak voice: "Your Highness, let me see you."

A few seconds later, Wen Ze said indifferently from the other side: "The diary you want has been given to you."

"I want to see you." She insisted.

The voice was soft and soft, passing along the communicator to the living room that was once full of her life.

After a long silence, Wen Ze finally spoke again: "Come in."

The speaking rate is slightly faster than usual.

The Lieutenant General silently turned his body sideways and gave up the passage.

Yun Youyou took a deep breath and ran towards the villa with all his strength.

Wen Ze could see her figure.

He knew that she hadn't read Lin Siming's diary at a glance, but could not wait to find him.

Is it just because you found that Lin Siming was dead?

It was so cold and realistic that he admired him.

"A self-interested person?" He whispered, "Who knows the egoism better than the monarch."

Of course he would refuse her change of heart.

only……

When the girl fell softly, out of demeanor and habit, he reached out and held her.

Yun Youyou's forehead fell on Wenze's chest.

The familiar breath instantly surrounded her, his big hands grabbed her shoulders and arms, and he could feel his temperature and strength through the uniform.

"So anxious..." His upbringing made him pursed his thin lips, and withdrew the words "to hug and hug".

Yun Youyou's body quickly warmed up.

Hearing hasn't fully recovered yet, and Wenze's voice is like a film of water, which is unusually gentle.

The slight sarcasm was completely erased.

She raised her eyes gratefully: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Wen Ze: "..."

He glanced at her condescendingly, his eyes touched the pale, withered little face that was recovering a little blood at the moment, as well as the black and bright wet eyes, and suddenly felt a wave of weakness in his heart.

"What do you want to say." He said quietly, "I'm very busy."

"Yeah, I understand." She gasped and asked weakly, "His Royal Highness, are my emotion blockers with you? Can you return them to me? Then I don't need to disturb Your Highness."

He looked into her eyes and suddenly realized that he and the emotion blocker seemed to be in the same position in her heart.

This idea is weird and incredible.

"Things are not here."

He said casually, raising his hand a little hesitantly, encircling her thin and soft back, and embracing her body in his arms.

She trembled slightly and leaned in front of him obediently, her cheeks touching his firm chest, like inhaling medicine, taking the breath from him carefully, bit by bit.

He clearly felt that he was indeed being used as a tool by her.

"..."

With the help of the tool man Wen Ze, Yun Youyou's body recovered very quickly.

The limbs warmed up, and the scene in front of him no longer dangled.

Leaning on Wenze, she opened the diary in her hand and asked him casually: "Have you read it?"

He reminded quietly: "Be mentally prepared. You don't seem to like the people he likes."

The tone was faintly, as if laughing at her, as if laughing at himself.

Yun Youyou was startled, his eyes fell on the first date.

In 1326.

When Lin Siming was 16 years old, he fell in love with a school girl who was one level lower than him, Lin Yao.

This diary was specially written for her by the young man who was in love with her.

His inferiority complex can be seen everywhere between the lines. He felt that he was not worthy of her dazzling, and could only wait for her silently.

He secretly delivered his nutritious breakfast to her seat without telling his parents, saved pocket money to buy her expensive diamond headbands, deliberately re-learned the lower grade courses, organized all the knowledge points into notes and gave it to her quietly. she……

Yunyouyou quickly turned the pages.

The diary is the most true expression of a person's temperament.

But what these words gave her was a completely strange "Lin Siming".

The diary lasted until 1328.

The last article is written like this-

"If you deliberately fail the entrance exam tomorrow, you can go back to school for a year and accompany her to enter the university. If you are lucky, you can also be in the same class with her, and maybe you can be her tablemate! This is really an exciting idea. !"

"But in this way, Mom and Dad will definitely be very angry, maybe they will have to take me a meal-well, for love, it's worth it! Mom and Dad, you will know in the future that if you fail an exam, you will be exchanged for it. What a wonderful daughter-in-law!"

"Oh, there is actually a better way. If I quietly use the energy of the Starry Sky car tonight, and am disqualified for the exam tomorrow because of being late, my parents won't blame me! Yes, in that case, they will still be right. I am very guilty! I told them that I was going to Lin Yao's class to return to school, and they would definitely try their best to support me! Yes, just do it!"

On the second day of writing this diary, his parents died in a car accident and he himself was seriously injured and disfigured.

Is it because of... what he did to the Star Car?

Turning back, all are blank pages.

Yun Youyou looked up at Wen Ze blankly, looking through him, looking at another person inquiringly.

She didn't notice that his eyes became much darker.

She lowered her head and continued to turn back page by page.

"Like him? What do you like him?" Wen Ze's voice fell from the top of his head.

His tone was unabashedly puzzled and self-deprecating.