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

A few days later, in Qingli Jiuque Palace.

Fang Muci was sitting in the room in a crimson purple dress, with a look of anxiety on his face. From time to time, he stood up and paced in the room irritably, and then fell down on the soft chair as if exhausted, wringing his fingers.

...It has been three days since the news of Luo Huaqing's death came.

She never thought that that person would fail, let alone that the farewell before the palace road turned out to be a separation between heaven and man forever.

It is clear that General Xiao has brought the elite to go, and it is clear that the Changfeng Sect led by Jin Man is even more master-gathered, and that man himself is confident, vowing, how can...

How could he die so easily.

The end of her nose couldn't stop being sour, and in her dimly tearful eyes, she seemed to see the man in a green robe, with a handsome figure, looking at herself with a smile:

"Your Highness, are you tired?"

"Let Xiao Zhuozi rub your shoulders for you."

In the past few years, he has been by her side inseparably, she is used to it, until the day he lost it, she suddenly realized:

He didn't know when it had already become an indispensable source of water in his life.

It tastes light on weekdays, but once it disappears, there is no delicacy to make up for it.

She climbed onto the bed, curled up in a corner, and wrapped her arms around her knees, as if this posture could isolate the suffocating cold and give her a sense of security.

Soon, someone knocked on the door lightly:

"Your Highness, someone wants to see you."

Who is so short-sighted, rushing to visit at this juncture?

"No," she said without a good tone, lying down on the edge of the bed, "tell him to go back."

The servant outside the door listened to her orders, and looked at the man beside him guiltily, looking very embarrassed: "Your Highness, this..."

"Is Your Highness really willing to let me go back?"

A clear male voice came from the outside, like jade hitting ice, but also with fatal familiarity and temptation.

For a moment, Fang Muci even thought that he had an auditory hallucination, and almost jumped up and sat up:

"Who are you?!"

Did I hear wrong?Why is this man's voice the same as his...?

Her heart beat out of rhythm for a moment, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes, she dragged her feet and ran out.

As soon as he opened the door, his foot slipped, and his whole body staggered and fell to the ground.

She stretched out her hands in a panic to grab something, but her arms were suddenly supported by a pair of warm palms.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, she raised her head, and unexpectedly met a pair of dark and moist narrow eyes.

"Your Highness is always so careless, what if you fall and get hurt?"

Luo Huaqing smiled, a thin red at the end of her eyes outlined a beautiful color.

His eyes fell on Fang Muci's naked feet, he suddenly let out a low laugh, and picked her up horizontally:

"It's cold on the ground in winter, and His Highness is barefoot, so I'm afraid it's easy to catch cold."

"You..." Fang Muci let out a low cry, as if trying to break free, but her pretty face flushed brightly.

Familiar breath enveloped him, and the end of his nose was filled with that person's fresh and sweet smell.

The steady and powerful heartbeat echoed in her ears, instantly smoothing out all the anxiety in her heart.

His whole body was limp and limp, but his fingers were tightly clutching the man's skirt, and he couldn't bear to let go.

... She missed him so much.

Luo Huaqing came to the bed with Fang Muci in his arms, and put her on the couch lightly. Seeing that Fang Muci was still holding on to her clothes and refused to let go, she couldn't help laughing:

"Don't worry, Your Highness, am I right in front of your eyes?"

"Lin Zhuo...Luo Huaqing,"

She panted slightly, gritted her teeth and said,

"How dare you lie to me!"

Seeing her tender chest heaving violently, and the anger gathering in her brows on the verge of erupting, Luo Huaqing sighed secretly, and put on a look of grievance, sincerely said:

"This is also a helpless move by me...Your Highness, you don't know that after the Qingli coalition army entered Xuanyin, there was civil strife, just because General Xiao Rufu was not as glamorous as he appeared on the surface, his real identity was actually Lang The posthumous son of Princess Xuan Guo Qingyang!"

"This time he went to Xuanyin, seemingly for Qingli, but in fact he wanted to seize the ancient sword of Lanzhen. When I was fighting Luo Qian fiercely, no one expected that he would suddenly strike from behind, so I caught it His way, he was seriously injured..."

As he said that, he pressed his chest and coughed a few times, and just looking at his complexion, he could indeed be said to be clear and haggard.

Fang Muci sniffed the fragrant fragrance, his heart almost melted into the spring water, how could he be willing to say harshly to him:

"He actually deserves to die for doing such a thing... You, how are you injured now?"

"Fortunately, under the cover of Changfengmen, I escaped in time and my injuries were healed,"

He held Fang Muci's palm back, and gently raised his eyebrows, "Your Highness, don't worry, everything will be fine."

"Then what happened to the news of your death?"

With a slight movement in her mind, she suddenly remembered this matter, and her tone turned cold again: "Do you know how sad and desperate I am when I believe it to be true?"

That feeling is like the breath in the chest cavity being squeezed out every bit, and the breath is filled with pain, unable to break free, and unable to escape.

"Of course I didn't intend to deceive His Highness..."

Luo Huaqing shook her head: "Right now, Xuanyin is searching for my whereabouts. The news of my death is also for the purpose of deceiving others and temporarily stabilizing the movements of Luo Qian and others. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to tell His Highness all this."

One can imagine the danger involved, Fang Muci sighed and patted the back of Luo Huaqing's hand, a gleam of happiness couldn't help but flash in his heart.

No matter what method is used, as long as that person can return to her side safe and sound, it will be a kind of perfection.

She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath of the aroma.

Luo Huaqing observed her expression, retracted her right hand into her sleeve without any trace, and twisted the sachet prepared in advance, making the fragrance lingering around her body more intense.

This is the fragrance of the gods carefully prepared by Sandalwood and Jinyan. If the person who smells the fragrance feels admiration for the wearer, within three hours, this emotion will be magnified by the fragrance without limit, causing the other person to feel "he must." Feelings like "the mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so you dare to be with the king".

Looking at her expression full of joy for the rest of her life after the catastrophe, it seems that the effect of the medicine has almost soaked.

Luo Huaqing rolled her Adam's apple, lowered her voice, and started to get to the point:

"Your Highness, I... have to confess one thing to you."

"You said."

Fang Muci looked up at him, eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.

"The Lanzhen ancient sword...in fact, it didn't fall into Luo Qian's hands, but was snatched back by my subordinates taking advantage of the chaos,"

His slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes seemed a little dodgy, "I don't know that Your Highness has not yet formed a blood bond with the ancient sword. At that time, in order to check the authenticity of the ancient sword, he touched it without cleaning the blood in his hand. The blade..."

Fang Muci's back stiffened, and he looked at him in disbelief: "What did you say?"

She was completely unprepared for this, and suddenly felt that the door was booming, and she couldn't form a sentence at all.

As early as when the ancient sword broke and Lu Guichen came to repair it, he had already explained to everyone the importance of combining the blood contract with the ancient sword.

Even the Man of Destiny chosen by the ancient sword must go through the stage of blood injection to become an alliance before he can truly hold it, otherwise...

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Luo Huaqing continued:

"...Then the ancient sword emitted a strong light, and a spiritual flow poured into my body from the sword body, which immediately made me lose consciousness. When I woke up, not only my Yuanli cultivation was greatly improved, but even in the sea of ​​consciousness... There is also an extra mark."

That is the imprint that belongs exclusively to the sword master of Lan Zhen's ancient sword.

What he said was not a lie, after all, it was true that the power of the ancient sword had been fully awakened, and the skyrocketing cultivation base was not a lie, and it sounded very believable.

Fang Muci bit her lip with her teeth, and couldn't help feeling chills all over her body. The development of the situation was beyond her expectation.

Watching the increasingly faint marks on the back of her hand, she slowly opened her lips, her voice hoarse:

"...do you know what this means?"

The Lanzhen ancient sword has been stored in Qingli for generations since Emperor Zhaowu, and it has always been regarded as a symbol of imperial power orthodoxy.

But luckily now, not only is the ancient sword lost, but even the identity of the sword master has been snatched away——

what is this?

"The reason why my father is willing to leave me the position of the East Palace and to send troops to support you in seizing power is because of Lan Zhen's ancient sword," she said with a dark look in her eyes, "If you become the sword master now, how should I explain to my father? How to explain to the people of Qingli!"

"Your Highness..."

Luo Huaqing tried to shake Fang Muci's hand, but she raised her sleeve and waved it away.

His eyes were dark, but he was not panicked.

Fang Muci's reaction was quite expected, and with the effect of the incense, he has the confidence to continue to increase the price.

"But Your Highness, do you know what General Xiao is doing now?"

"He led Qingli's elite to surrender to Luo Qian, and he will even set out for Langxuan in a few days, using the friendly alliance between Qingli and Langxuan to enter smoothly, killing Langxuan by surprise."

Luo Huaqing sneered and said:

"Now that Qingli's national strength is at a loss, the court is unstable, and there is no reliable ally besides Langxuan. Your Highness, are you sure you want to renounce me in such a situation?"

"You..." Fang Muci wanted to refute, but he firmly held his wrist:

"I don't mean to offend His Highness by saying this, but I just hope that His Highness can calm down and think about it. Right now, Emperor Qingli supports you because you are the master of the ancient sword in name, and the reason why the surrounding countries are afraid of Qingli and dare not make any moves. It is also because of the existence of the ancient sword. What good is it for you to break with me?"

"But Luo Huaqing, don't forget that the position of the sword master of the ancient sword can also be taken by force,"

She said bitterly, "If I take your life here, the ancient sword will also fall into my hands."

"Your Highness... are you really willing?"

Luo Huaqing bent down suddenly, her cherry red lips were only an inch away from her, her breath was like blue, and her eyes were as bright as silk.

He raised his thin and beautiful jaw slightly, exposing a slender neck to Fang Muci's eyes.

Fang Muci pursed her lips tightly, trembling finely all over her body.

This person is so bold and reckless... Is he really so confident that he is not afraid that he will ruthlessly kill everything in his infancy?

Dazzling brilliance vaguely filled the palm of her right hand, and the sound of "clank" piercing through the air came out, and five lancets with brilliance and thin sharpness had appeared between her fingers.

"You forced me, Luo Huaqing."

She snorted coldly, her palm was like lightning, and she rushed straight to his defenseless fragile throat with a biting killing intent.

At the same time, Luo Huaqing also let out a miserable laugh and closed his eyes.

He raised his chin just like this, the waterfall-like blue hair was blown away by the pouring breath of energy, a line of oily skin was broken on the smooth and clean neck skin, and the pale red blood streamed out continuously.

But he remained motionless.

It was as if the heart had been hit by a heavy hammer suddenly, and Fang Muci's chest hurt violently, and all the strength in his body was drained instantly.

The fingers holding the lancet rested on the side of Luo Huaqing's neck, but they couldn't continue stabbing.

She is clearly... reluctant.

Even though her reason kept clamoring, even though she knew that this time should not be willful, she couldn't control her heart no matter what.

She's already stuck in the mud and can't extricate herself!

"Damn you..."

The lancet fell to the ground with a clang, and she swayed and fell on the bed, covering her face with her hands.

Luo Huaqing slowly opened her eyes, staring at her with clear and narrow eyes, with an unpredictable expression.

The difference in Yuanli between him and Fang Muci has reached as much as four ranks. Although she seems to be defenseless in her eyes, in fact, she has already wrapped the neck skin with strong Yuanli.

The lancet may be able to injure the epidermis, but it can no longer penetrate half a point.

The reason why he didn't subdue Fang Muci immediately with violence or pupil photography was because he also deeply understood that although the above methods could temporarily stabilize the situation in front of him, it was by no means a long-term solution.

What he needs is not a moment of peace, but a long-term and stable ally.

"Your Highness, calm down and think about it carefully," he sighed lightly, and stroked Muci's shoulder above, "At present, only you and I know about this matter, and the Ancient Lanzhen Sword is also under my control, if you and I work together , not only will not lose the support of Emperor Qingli, but will even be able to pre-emptively relieve Qingli's predicament."

His voice was low and almost bewitching, Fang Muci's body froze, and he raised his red eyes from the palm of his hand:

"what do you mean?"

"The reason why Qingli is at odds with the surrounding countries is nothing more than the years of excessive taxation and the discriminatory proton system."

Luo Huaqing sneered and said:

"Now that Xuanyin has made Qingli his enemy, the most urgent task is to unite with other neighboring countries as soon as possible to fight against their aggression against Langxuan and Qingli."

"You're right..." Fang Muci gradually calmed down, raised his hand to caress his heart, and said in a deep voice, "As long as Lan Zhen's ancient sword is still in hand, Father will definitely support us in any action. Qingli's current combat strength Damaged, in order to protect itself, it is time to ban those unreasonable old systems."

She quietly opened up the distance between herself and Luo Huaqing, wringing her fingers anxiously:

"And what do you think of the allies we could find?"

Seeing that she no longer resisted, Luo Huaqing also put away her tenderness offensive like a fluke, and said solemnly:

"His Royal Highness, at present, we should first inform the envoys of Langxuan, and let them inform the royal family of the information as soon as possible. From the current situation, the western Yinyi country is far away, and it is far away from disputes all year round. It is not a good choice for an ally. On the contrary, Danyang in the south is rich in national strength, and its soldiers are well-trained, so it is worth doing something about it."

"Danyang Kingdom..." Fang Muci murmured, "The proton they sent to our country is Ming Changye, the best friend of Brother Elder Emperor, isn't it?"

"Exactly," Luo Huaqing nodded with a smile, "Prince Ming was condemned by many parties for the death of the former crown prince Qingli, and he is in urgent need of a chance to make a contribution... I don't know what your Highness thinks."

"You see everything clearly."

Fang Muci raised his eyes to look at him, his smile suddenly turned cold.

She found that she couldn't see through the man in front of her more and more, she couldn't tell whether what he said was true or not, and she couldn't believe whether the coincidence in his mouth was an accidental mistake or a deliberate one.

But what can I do?She can't lie to her heart at all.

Whether she said she was deceiving herself or others, even if she fell into the trap of others, she had no choice.

The slight weakness just now made him lose his last chance.

The author has something to say: The scene where the heroine was kidnapped by a scheming heart! !

Ah, this heart thief, what else can I do if I don’t pamper you?

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