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Chapter 88 A Letter From Home

Chapter 88 A Letter from Home

The content of this letter is exactly the more detailed and perfect plan that Zhao Feng personally worked out and worked out through careful calculations.

The more Diao Chan wrote, the more thoughtful the content of the letter became. Halfway through the letter, she heard the words "Honey Trap".

Diao Chan's hands trembled and she almost made a typo.

His face also turned pale, he was shocked, and his eyes showed a trace of desolation.

Is it really what the adoptive father thought? Is he unable to escape this fate after all?

Although Wang Yun had already mentioned it to her, she didn't realize that this day had come so quickly.

Zhao Feng discovered something unusual about Diao Chan and was a little confused about what was going on with Diao Chan.

"What's wrong?"

Diao Chan forced out a smile and shook her head, "It's okay, Master, continue."

Looking at Diao Chan's appearance, Zhao Feng nodded. He had already guessed a lot and probably mistakenly thought that the beauty in this beauty trap was her.

However, through this, Zhao Feng is more certain. It seems that Wang Yun had this idea early on.

Zhao Feng smiled and continued to read out what was in his heart. After hearing the content, Diao Chan adjusted her mentality and continued writing.

But just for a moment, her face became slightly startled, and she turned her head to look at Zhao Feng. Only then did she realize that Zhao Feng was also looking at her.

At this moment, Zhao Feng was also a little confused. What was happening when Diao Chan looked back and smiled? Moreover, at such a close distance, Zhao Feng did not understand Diao Chan's intentions.

Diao Chan's face turned red, and she couldn't help but laugh when she saw Zhao Feng's confused expression.

Looking at Zhao Feng's appearance, Diao Chan couldn't help but ask: "My adoptive father has mentioned many times that I should be the one to take part in this part of the beauty trap?"

After Zhao Feng heard this, he was slightly startled. It turned out that Diao Chan was worrying about this matter, and then he smiled and said: "Is the beauty of Miss Diao Chan worthy of someone like Lu Bu and Dong Zhuo?"

After hearing this, Diao Chan's face turned red with embarrassment.

She originally wanted to hear some reasons, but she didn't expect Zhao Feng to say this.

At the same time, after seeing the two intimate people on the side, Cao Cao smiled and said nothing. Ever since he learned the news about the jade pendant, Zhao Feng's status in his heart has changed.

Now, he wished that Zhao Feng could find one more beautiful girl.

Soon, with the cooperation of the two of them, the letter was written. Zhao Feng took it over and looked at it, and couldn't help but show a hint of admiration.

Diao Chan was Wang Yun's adopted daughter after all. Compared to her own vigorous and powerful handwriting, her handwriting looked more graceful and graceful. You could tell at a glance that it was written by a woman.

After confirming that it was correct, Zhao Feng said with a smile: "Miss Diao Chan's handwriting is very good. If you have some free time, how about we discuss the techniques together?"

Diao Chan couldn't bear Zhao Feng's teasing. She blushed and ran away quickly.

After Diao Chan walked away, Zhao Feng looked at the letter in his hand and showed a confident smile. Now that everything is ready, the next step is to see how Wang Yun cooperates.

"Is Tongque here?"

Zhao Feng's faint voice came, and an unpretentious soldier walked in.

Seeing Tongque coming in, Zhao Feng handed the letter over and said, "Send this letter to Situ Wang Yun's residence in Chang'an. Also, remember that you must see Wang Yun receive it in person!"

Then Zhao Feng waved his hand and watched the secret guard leave.

Chang'an.

The situation in Chang'an is not clear now. Although it is said that the capital has been moved to Chang'an, not many people have flowed into Chang'an now.

Because once the capital is moved to Chang'an, a palace will inevitably be built. Even if there is no shortage of materials around Chang'an, building a palace will inevitably waste people and money, so no people will enter Chang'an.

But even so, Dong Zhuo, who carried the Luoyang treasure trove, obviously did not lack the money. At this moment, in Prince Situ's palace, Wang Yun was a little anxious.

After arriving in Chang'an, he learned that Diao Chan's convoy had been robbed, and that the plan he had planned long ago would be impossible to implement without Diao Chan.

In fact, these are not bad, mainly because he can make good friends with Lu Bu, and now Lu Bu comes to his house frequently, so it will be fine for a while.

If it goes on for a long time, it may arouse Dong Zhuo's suspicion, and then Wang Yunke will be unable to defend himself.

Obviously, if there is no good solution during this period, he will have to open up the relationship with Lu Bu a little bit.

Now Dong Zhuo didn't say anything, but he must have seen all this.

There will be no benefit to Wang Yun if this is delayed.

This made Wang Yun even more impatient. He was shooting himself in the foot. If he had known that Diao Chan was gone, he would not have made friends with Lu Bu so early.

Now there is no other way. Regarding Lu Bu's exchanges during this period, he also knows his character well and must not offend him.

Now he can only wait until he can think of a way to break the situation, or find Diao Chan.

Suddenly, a maid called softly: "Master Situ, someone is looking for you. It is said that they have something to give to you."

After hearing this, Wang Yun was slightly stunned. Who would give him anything at this time?

However, Wang Yun still didn't think too much and nodded: "Send it over."

But the maid said: "The man said that Master Situ would take over personally."

Hearing this, Wang Yun's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. It seemed that this thing was not trivial, and he had to pass it on with such caution.

He was afraid that the only things others would know were letters, which made him even more confused, who was going to send him letters at this time?

With a trace of curiosity, Wang Yun went out in person. The person who came to deliver the message was an extremely ordinary-looking commoner wearing shabby clothes.

What's even more outrageous is that he is holding a broken bowl in his hand and a bamboo pole in his right hand. No matter how you look at it, this person is a beggar, but Wang Yun's eyes flicker.

Looking at the officers and soldiers patrolling the road, I understood all the reasons.

Wang Yun calmly took some silver coins from his body and put them in the bowl. When he put his hand on the bowl, Tongque quietly put the letter into Wang Yun's sleeve.

"Thank you for the reward, sir! Thank you, sir!"

With such a sound, the bronze bird turned around and left, and disappeared after just a moment.

Wang Yun naturally felt that this beggar was also extraordinary. As a result, Wang Yun became even more vigilant. What kind of letter was it that made him so vigilant?

After returning to the house, Wang Yun dispersed all the maids, and then took out the letter from his sleeve.

Just the first few words made Wang Yun's hands tremble. The reason was that it was Diao Chan!

Wang Yun couldn't wait to open the letter and read through it.

When he opened the first line of the letter, he completely forgot that this was a letter from Diao Chan.

What was in his mind was the arrangement of the beauty trap and alienation plot, which was more detailed than Wang Yun imagined.

Every link is constructed to perfection, which can't help but make Wang Yun's eyes brighten.

Isn't this exactly what I planned and imagined?

Unexpectedly, all the problems were solved with this letter.

Wang Yun showed a smile, Cao Cao's plan was really clever.

At the same time, I realized with hindsight that Diao Chan and the others were rescued by Cao Cao's men that day.

(End of chapter)


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