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

When Jin Yan, Mo Zheng and the other four entered the room, Luo Huaqing was already fully dressed, and with a smile on his face, he invited the four of them to sit down.

As for Luo Bingxi, Nian was not long after she got out of the cage, and her body was still weak, so he simply asked her to go back to the room to rest.

Tanyuan looked at his expression nervously: "Master, are you really okay?"

"I have just looked inside, the wound caused by the curse has basically healed, and I have absorbed most of the spiritual power of the ancient sword." Luo Huaqing smiled calmly, "Now my Yuanli level has reached the peak of the eighth level. It is said that it was a blessing in disguise. Not too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the actionist Hua Yao just ended his pulse, withdrew his fingers, and nodded calmly.

The four in charge exchanged a wave of eyes in silence, seemingly calm, but in fact, they were also confused about the situation in front of them.

After all, Chen Ming only told them that he tried to erase the memory between him and Luo Huaqing, but he didn't mention other aspects, such as how to explain the blank of memory.

Right now, they don't know Luo Huaqing's cognitive status at all, so they can only ask tentatively:

"When the Curse Gu broke out, it hit your sea of ​​consciousness. I wonder if the leader still remembers what happened at that time?"

Mo Mei frowned, Luo Huaqing lightly pressed the forehead, and sighed: "There is nothing missing in the memory...It is nothing more than Luo Qian used Xi'er to plant poisonous needles on my body, which triggered the outbreak of love. Fortunately, Gu Jian was there at that time. Nearby, there was an echo with the sword master, which allowed me to save my life."

"As for before...we combined the power of Qingli and Changfengmen to seize the ancient sword, but we didn't expect Xiao Rufu to be the heir of the master, and when things came to an end, he turned our army. Fortunately, we didn't care about the result in the end. Influence."

He rubbed his chin with a cold expression. The four of them listened quietly and couldn't help but look at each other.

The leader's logic is clear and his memory is complete. At first glance, there seems to be no problem——

But all of this is based on the fact that there is no such person as Chen Ming.

His memory seemed to be rationalized spontaneously, and all the parts where that person appeared were filled by other elements, perhaps a certain behavior of his own, or the participation of others. In short, the process was self-consistent and seemed seamless.

They couldn't help but sigh a little, but after another thought, the whereabouts of the antidote to the love gu is unknown, and within three months, there really can't be any mistakes in memory, so it's better to be cautious and not to disturb rashly.

So Mo Zheng politely changed the topic:

"Since the Lanzhen ancient sword has fallen into our hands, His Highness Xuanyin and the others will not let it go. The disciple who summoned us has just received the latest news. Please take a look at it."

As he spoke, he took out a letter paper as thin as a cicada's wing from his sleeve and handed it to Luo Huaqing.

Slender fingers slid across the fine handwriting, Luo Huaqing suddenly raised her lips, and said with a sneer: "I didn't expect that they are really wicked."

"So, I don't mind adding another fire to it."

"Brother Mo, send an order to the disciples of the Weiming Sect to take action as soon as possible, and spread the news that I have been seriously injured by a love voodoo...and died."

He ordered lightly, but Tan Yuan was a little confused at the side, so: "But the leader, if Qingli finds out about this, how can we cooperate with the Fourth Highness and others in the future?"

"A Yuan, don't be impatient."

Luo Huaqing raised her beautiful chin slightly: "Luo Qian's goal is the ancient sword. If he knows the news of my death, he will definitely temporarily stop the military deployment to Langxuan, and instead search for the whereabouts of the ancient sword in Xuanyin with all his strength. In this way This will temporarily delay their dispatch to Langxuan."

"What's more..." he chuckled, "Will His Royal Highness Qingli listen to the news from afar, or believe the person he saw with his own eyes?"

Tan Yuan nodded as if realizing something, and finally understood his plan:

"Then the leader, when are we going to return to Qingli?"

"In order not to startle the snake, you and Jin Yan will accompany you to Qingli this time."

Luo Huaqing pondered and said: "The love gu in my body has not been resolved, and I still need to trouble you to accompany me to take care of it, and the Fourth Highness is deeply thoughtful, and if necessary, I have to use Jin Yan's magical technique to help, so this trip still has to be hard No two."

Instead, he arranged the rest of the arrangements: "Brother Mo and A Yao will temporarily stay at the headquarters of the Weiming Sect, closely monitor the movements of Xiao Rufu and others, and report to me as soon as possible; My son, get ready for battle as soon as possible."

Yingrun's narrow eyes narrowed, and his expression looked a bit dignified:

"Perhaps this time, is the real decisive battle."

"Follow the order of the leader."

The four of them looked at each other, and they all saw the heavy look in each other's eyes. After discussing and implementing each other's specific tasks, they returned to their rooms.

Luo Huaqing watched the few people leave, stood at the door for a moment, and finally closed the door behind him slowly.

After all, he fell asleep for a whole day, and even though it was late at night, he still felt sleepy.

Walking along the corridor, he came to a floor-to-ceiling window at the end. He opened the window sash and looked out.

In the eyes is a vast night, the howling mountain wind blows through the dense forest, and the gloomy trees sway with the wind.

The clear moonlight sprinkled along the ground, except for the mottled tree shadows, there was no trace of human beings.

Could the warm touch just now be my own illusion?

Luo Huaqing sighed secretly, her fingers could not help but slowly clenched the shirt on her chest.

On this night, some people only looked at the moon, some people ran around, and several hours passed in an instant. The light of the morning sun climbed along the ground, diffused into the window lattice, and shone on the two people who were close to each other.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Ruochen gasped and opened his eyes.

There was still slight pain from the penetrating wound on the shoulder, but the stagnant pain in his body had been relieved a lot. He struggled slightly, and the moment he wanted to stand up, he realized that there was someone sleeping peacefully in his arms.

The soft long hair spread among the folds of the quilt, a small delicate chin was exposed under the blue silk, the neck was slender, and a smooth outline was drawn from the shoulders to the waist, the waist was slender and plain, and the legs were hidden in the soft brocade. under.

That person's usually pale face was tinged with sleepy blush, and his moist lips were slightly opened, like blooming flowers for you to pick.

Ruochen's whole body stiffened for a moment, and it took him a lot of effort to control his movements. He lowered his head cautiously, felt the other person's breath gently blowing on his face, and then he was sure that he was not in a dream.

Why... the young master would sleep on the same bed as him?

The memory slowly came back to him, he vaguely remembered that Bai Jinman taught him the exercises to heal his wounds last night, he tried his best to restrain the backlash of Yuanli, and soon fell asleep due to exhaustion...

Then, it seemed, he threw down his young master? !

The cold wind suddenly blew his heart half cold: Did he offend Bai Jinman by doing this, and would he make that person unhappy?

For a moment, I felt annoyed and blamed myself, and in the silent place, there was a secret joy.He stared at Bai Jinman's sleeping face for a long time, finally restrained his impulse, and got up lightly.

After a while, the sunlight became brighter and more dazzling, and Bai Jinman finally woke up with a soft moan.

Yesterday he fought with Xiao Rufu and healed Ruochen's injuries. This was also a lot of consumption for him. At this moment, his whole body was sore and limp. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't sit up for a while.

"Master, are you awake?" Ruochen was already fully dressed and sitting by the bed at some point, when he felt the movement on the couch, he immediately moved closer and hugged his shoulder, "But you want to get up?"

The warmth of the other party's palm came through the thin fabric, and I don't know which secret heartstrings were pulled, which suddenly made him feel a little bit ashamed, and he was at a loss for words, so he could only nod slightly.

Ruochen let him lean on his uninjured left shoulder, adjusted to a comfortable posture, and then took a bowl of red things from the low table beside the bed:

"The young master ran around all day yesterday, and took good care of his subordinates until late at night. Not eating is not good for the viscera. The subordinates went to the dining room and boiled some hawthorns with rock sugar. You should eat some to warm your stomach first."

"My body is too disappointing, I really trouble you."

The light pink glow flew onto Bai Jinman's cheeks, he smiled helplessly, and reached out to take the warm soup bowl: "It's clear that you are the injured person, but in the end I became the one to be taken care of."

"What's the matter? It's the subordinate's duty to take care of the sect master."

Ruochen stared at him without blinking, his eyes lingered from the top of his black hair to his moist lips, his expression was so gentle that water dripped out.

Bai Jinman felt that he couldn't bear such gazes, so he simply kept his eyes on him, and obediently lowered his head and ate the hawthorn.

He has been ill for many years, and herbal diet is indispensable on weekdays. Ruochen is by his side to serve him, and he has also practiced some excellent cooking skills over time.

The bowl of rock sugar hawthorn stewed in my hand is soft, the taste is smooth and melts in the mouth, and the rock sugar mixed in is just right sweet, but...

Portion is too much.

Bai Jinman couldn't continue after eating half of the bowl, but thinking that this was Ruochen's wish after all, it would be wrong to leave it rashly, so he couldn't help but slow down the action of scooping up the soup.

This slight movement was quickly noticed by Ruochen, without much hesitation, he raised his hand to support the bowl, and was about to take the bowl: "If the sect master can't eat anymore, don't force it."

He only wanted to get back the soup bowl, but he happened to hold Bai Jinman's fingers in his palm.

Originally, the man's fingers were slender and well-proportioned, but compared to him, they were extraordinarily petite and fair, and the nephrite-like cool wrist was too slender to grasp.

For some reason, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he seemed to inadvertently increase the strength in his hand.

"Alright." Bai Jinman thought he was going to take the soup bowl, so he was unprepared, until his fiery palm suddenly touched it, and he didn't realize something was wrong.

Does this seemingly cold and inhuman dark guard actually have such a scorching body temperature?

His breathing suddenly became a little short, and he wanted to withdraw his hand in a hurry, but Ruochen's reaction was faster, he loosened the strength between his fingers, and raised his hand to put the bowl aside.

He moved back unobtrusively, and put a little distance away from him: "This subordinate is taking the liberty."

Bai Jinman pursed his lips anxiously, not knowing how to respond. There was obviously something wrong with the atmosphere just now, but the man closed it too quickly when he saw it, which really prevented him from blaming him.

Really... very annoying.

An ambiguous silence spread between the two, and before they could break it, there was a light knock on the door:

"Bai Nai, are you inside?"

The author has something to say: Hey, it is suddenly updated in the middle of the night!

Praise me for my hard work!

If there is no accident tomorrow, it should be 6 o'clock in the evening?If not, there might be something wrong~

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