When a straight man is bound to the matchmaker system [Transmigration Book]

"How...how could it be!"

Fang Ziyu trembled all over, suddenly tore off the obscene clothes frantically, and looked at her back in front of the bronze mirror.

For a moment, his eyes blurred, as if the curse mark on his back was just his own illusion, but when he took a closer look, the dark red bruise not only did not disappear, but became more and more obvious.

What exactly is this for? !

His lips were trembling, cold sweat dripping down his face, he knew the meaning behind the curse marks well, and once someone found out, he would be inseparable from Fang Chengyao's death.

After all... In the eyes of everyone in the Qingli Kingdom, he was the villain who sneaked into the dungeon late at night to murder Fang Muci, but was furious and beheaded the head of the Changfeng Sect.

He was already suspected of having a ghost in his heart, but if he added a curse mark as evidence, he would not be able to clear it up even if he jumped into the East China Sea.

Don't let others find out about this...

He took a deep breath to calm down, and was about to get the facial cream in the secret compartment of the bedroom, when suddenly there was a light knock on the door:

"Third Highness, the old slave is the Eunuch Wei next to His Majesty. Your Majesty has secretly ordered you to have an audience. I wonder if it is convenient for the old slave to come in?"

Fang Ziyu's wrist trembled lightly, and the face-lifting ointment fell to the ground with a clang, splashing a piece hastily.

The day is getting brighter.

The sunlight diffuses along the mountains and forests, dyeing the dark green trees into a golden light. Beside a steep cliff in Qionghua Mountain outside Yaofeng City, the white brocade and snow clothes are like training, standing against the wind, and the black hair flows like a horse. Fly away like a cloud.

Standing behind him are more than [-] disciples of the Changfeng Sect, and in his arms are Bai Yunxiao's ashes.

According to the rules of the Changfeng Gate, the bones of the dead in the gate are not kept, but are scattered in the mountains after being cremated, which is called "wind burial".

After bringing back Bai Yunxiao's body from the Jiuque Palace, Bai Jinman immediately wrote a letter in hand, notifying the various branches of the head of Fengmen in the Qiongzhou mainland to come to express condolences.

The specially made "Messaging Swallow" in the door is extremely fast, and it can travel thousands of miles a day to deliver the news with just a little urging of Yuan power. Therefore, in just two days, half of the total number of people who came to see him off many.

Holding the glazed urn in his hand, Bai Jinman walked to the edge of the cliff. Facing the bitter mountain wind and the dazzling sunlight, he suddenly had the urge to cry.

The ashes in his arms were light and quiet, and he could hardly imagine that person once stood alive in front of his eyes, with a graceful posture, pointing whiskers, and a high-spirited appearance.

All perish, all become empty.

When the time has come, he tilts the urn slightly, and pushes the lid away with his porcelain white fingertips. The whistling wind then rolls up gray-white dust, and swirls to the bottom of the deep cliff. trace.

When the last trace of ashes was gone, Bai Jinman's wrist shook, and the hazy brilliance of Yuanli overflowed, and the glazed box in his hand immediately turned into ashes, scattered all over the ground like stars.

His long eyelashes were wet, tears were swept away by the strong wind, his face was ancient and untouched, only a faint sigh spilled from the corners of his lips:

"Farewell, foster father, take care this trip."

After the funeral was over, Bai Jinman walked back from the edge of the cliff, and accidentally tripped over a protruding stone, causing him to stagger.

Ruochen followed behind without saying a word, and when he saw this, he immediately supported his arm with quick eyes and hands: "Young master, be careful."

Bai Jinman leaned on his arm, rubbed against his forehead, resisted the dizziness and stood firm.

In the past few days, there have been sudden changes. He came from outside the domain, rushed to Jiuque Palace non-stop to bring back Bai Yunxiao's body, and ran back and forth to attend to the funeral. Can't stand it either.

What's more, the disease disappears like a silk thread, and the old disease has no reason to recover so quickly.

At this time, his tense nerves relaxed, only to realize that his body was on the verge of its limit.

"You've been working too hard these days, you should rest for a while..."

The fingers on the palm were slender and cold, Ruochen felt a twitch in his heart, but he couldn't bear to let go.

"It's okay." Bai Jinman shook his head vigorously, in exchange for a trace of clarity, pushed aside his support and walked towards the crowd.

He can't go down just yet.

"Thank you all for coming all the way to send foster father off for the last time."

He secretly used Yuanli to send his voice far away, so that everyone present could hear clearly:

"The adoptive father died unfortunately. I think everyone is very sad. I hope that the murderer can be eliminated immediately. However, this matter involves the Qingli royal family, and the incident has not yet been clarified. Please hold back for the time being and don't take risks."

The current growth of the Changfengmen can be said to be the result of Bai Yunxiao's efforts. He has a very high prestige in the school. Although he has gradually delegated management affairs in recent years, he still has the absolute right to speak on major decisions.

When he was in his prime, he never lost in the rivers and lakes, but now he is only sixty years old, but he caused this disaster for no reason.

Immediately, the people in the Changfengmen were furious, and the argument of blood for blood came one after another. What's more, they even threatened to directly enter the Jiuque Palace and take Fang Ziyu's life.

"Young master, could it be that the sect master lost his life for nothing like this? How can we swallow this breath?"

As soon as Bai Jinman said this, he was immediately opposed by some members of the Changfeng sect:

"The Changfeng Sect has accumulated for many years, and there are already hundreds of high-level Yuanli people under the sect. Even if they cannot retreat from the Nine Towers Palace, it is more than enough to kill the enemy for the sect master."

"Even if the head of the sect is the head of the country, they can attack brazenly regardless of human relations. What face do such inhumane people have to stay in the world!"

Seeing that everyone was talking more and more excited, Bai Jinman felt anxious, and there was a prickly pain on his forehead: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient, please listen to me."

He took a deep breath to calm down the churning qi and blood, and said shyly: "My adoptive father owes me as much as a mountain. At this moment, the grief and indignation in my heart will not be less than that of anyone present... But the facts have not yet been found out, Fang Ziyu may not be The murderer who killed the adoptive father, what should you do if you shoot rashly and accidentally hurt the innocent?"

Bai Yunxiao's body had been carefully inspected by him, and he quickly discovered something suspicious: the long sword that caused the penetrating chest wound could only break through the protective wall and Bai Yunxiao's Yuanli barrier when it was infused with a large amount of Yuanli. The meridians around the wound were shattered.

And Fang Ziyu is only a fourth-class Yuanli user, and he can't use such a powerful attack at all. Even with the help of a master, he will definitely not be able to run Yuanli so smoothly.

Unless... the murderer is someone else.

"Fang Ziyu's vitality is low, and it is impossible to easily break through the defense of his adoptive father, and then severely wound him to death." Bai Jinman covered his mouth and coughed a few times, wiping the corner of his mouth with his fingers indistinctly. , if we break into the Nine Palaces regardless, how will she deal with herself in the future?"

"The top priority is to try to find the trace of His Royal Highness, save her from danger, and then try to find out the facts."

"The young master is right. The sect master loved the Fourth Highness the most when he was alive. If something happens to her, the sect master must know about it, and he will definitely feel bad." An old man with white beard sighed and spoke leisurely.

His name is Yang Shuo, and he is one of the managers of the Changfengmen's southern branch. He has a seventh-level power and is also well-known in the southern region:

"Changfeng Sect can't be without a master for a day. The master of the sect has already handed over a lot of affairs to the young master when he was alive. Now that chaos is happening frequently, we must not be in chaos internally. The old man boldly suggests that it is better for you to elect the young master to take over. Master of Changfengmen, lead us out of the predicament in front of us."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately sparked discussions among the people present.

Bai Jinman frowned, and Yang Shuo's statement was also beyond his expectations. It is true that he was trusted by Bai Yunxiao before, but there are many seniors in Changfengmen who are highly respected, and it has only been more than ten years since he was adopted by Bai Yunxiao. How dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

Moreover, considering his frail body, Bai Yunxiao did not entrust all the heavy management tasks to him, and rarely sent him to leave the border of Qingli to perform tasks on weekdays, so he did not meet many seniors from other branches.

In this way, how should he convince the public?

He was thinking deeply, and there were bursts of dull pain in his head. He propped up the stone wall around him without any trace, and then said after deliberation:

"I appreciate the kindness of Director Yang, but my time in Changfengmen is not as long as that of the seniors. I am afraid that I will not be able to take on this great responsibility..."

"Brother Yang is right, young master, you don't have to belittle yourself."

Another Changfengmen senior also echoed: "The headquarters of Changfengmen is far away from the branch, and we seldom come and go except for missions on weekdays. We don't know much about Qingli's current situation, so if we take over rashly, I'm afraid we won't be able to solve it properly. question."

What the two said was very reasonable, and everyone present showed their approval, and there were more and more voices persuading Bai Jinman to take over as the head of Changfengmen.

Seeing that everyone's opinion is hard to disobey, Bai Jinman sighed secretly, and had to temporarily change his mind:

"My seniority is still young, so it is really difficult to take on the big responsibility, but the current situation is critical, and passing the buck will only increase the burden... It is not as good as this, right now I will temporarily act as the master of the Changfeng sect, and the important management affairs of the sect will be handed over to the various branches The committee formed by the person in charge discusses the solution. Wait until the fourth highness is rescued and the real culprit is found out, and then make a decision on the position of the sect master, how good is that?"

With his temporary position as sect master, he can solve the current dilemma of no leader, and he won't disgrace the seniors.

Yang Shuo and the others looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction on their faces.

It seems that the choice of the former sect master was fortunately not entrusted to anyone.

Temporarily solving the urgent need for the succession of the head of the sect, Bai Jinman briefly arranged various matters, and then watched everyone leave the cliff.

He really couldn't bear it anymore. When he talked with Yang Shuo and others just now, he felt weak and unbearable. He arranged this encounter with all his heart, and he felt that his whole body was as tired and heavy as lead, and he could hardly move.

Holding on to the stone wall and panting for a moment, he managed to stand up and wanted to walk down the mountain, but his knees suddenly gave way and he fell to the ground.

Ruochen put all his energy on him, seeing him get out of the limp, immediately put his arms around his waist, lifted him cleverly, and hugged him horizontally in his arms.

Bai Jinman was dizzy at first, but when he hugged him unexpectedly, he felt his eyes darkened and his vision blurred: "What are you doing, let me down..."

He was so weak that even if he spoke so forcefully, he had to get close to hear him clearly.

Ruochen pursed his lips in pain, the body of the person in his arms was weak and cold, even trembling unconsciously.

After autumn, the temperature difference between day and night was huge. If he worked so hard day and night, he was afraid that the cold and evil had already entered his body, so he would feel cold and tremble all over his body.

"Young master, you are too weak, let your subordinates carry you down the mountain."

Ruochen whispered next to Bai Jinman's ear, and the warm breath blew against his ear, baking the porcelain-white earlobe into a slight red.

The author has something to say: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I've been really busy these days orz, if it's really too late, maybe I won't update it tomorrow, the little angels I want to watch can come to Kangkang at 21:[-]!

Ask for comments~~