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

Second brother...?

Fang Muci's consciousness was hazy, and he vaguely heard someone calling him, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

She could feel that someone was hugging her, and the heat from her was comfortable, but she couldn't help but feel fear from the bottom of her heart, as if it was not the warm arms that hugged her, but the spitting of a poisonous snake.

Grandpa... She murmured, her consciousness falling into the endless abyss.

The monk confirmed that she was completely unconscious, and then whispered:

"Feed Xianhen Dan to the third prince, and deal with those dead Changfeng sect members in a more embarrassing situation. By the way, send a small team to report the news to Jiuque Palace, the sooner the better."

As early as when he stunned Fang Ziyu, he had already injected a force into Fang Ziyu's body. Although there was no way to make him forget everything that happened, the effect of causing memory confusion and long-term lethargy was not a problem.

When Fang Muci wakes up, she will become her most powerful witness;

And Fang Yu must have felt cold when he saw what the third prince did with his own eyes.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner according to plan.

When the subordinates finished setting up, everyone quickly fled away under the cover of night, leaving the chaos in front of the prison.

The next day, Jiuque Palace exploded immediately.

Fang Muci, the fourth prince who was suspected of murdering the former prince, mysteriously disappeared in the sky prison, and the head of the Changfeng Sect fell unexpectedly. The third prince who seemed to have nothing to do with this matter also appeared near the sky prison for no reason, holding a bloody long hair in his hand. sword--

It was the weapon that caused the fatal wound to the chest of Master Changfengmen.

Fang Yu was so angry that his complexion was livid, and he almost broke out on the spot in the court hall. No matter what, the master of Changfeng Sect is Concubine Yu's biological father, and Qingli has always coexisted peacefully with the Jianghu sect, so there will never be such kind of vendettas and vicious fights.

But who would have expected that Fang Ziyu, who was already a blockbuster without making a sound, would kill the head of Changfengmen without a sound!

What kind of counterattack will this lead to from the Changfengmen, and how should the people of the world treat him, a monarch who has no regard for human relations?

Shocked by the energy last night, Fang Ziyu couldn't remember why he went to the prison, and how he personally killed the Changfeng Sect Master.

He faltered and hawed for a while but couldn't explain why, Fang Yu didn't have the patience to continue listening, and urgently dispatched a few waves of people to search for Fang Muci's whereabouts near the prison, and then ordered him to go back to the mansion for confinement and contemplate his mistakes.

Bai Yunxiao's body was parked in the ice cellar of Jiuque Palace. Fang Yu thought about his identity and originally wanted to be buried according to the etiquette of the head of the state, but an unexpected visitor came to the door the next day.

He was dressed in white clothes stained with dust from his long journey, his hair was in a messy bun, and the black hair was scattered, his face was paler than the snow-white clothes.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to take my adoptive father back to Changfengmen."

Fang Yu looked at Bai Jinman in silence, and couldn't help but sigh, with mixed emotions in his heart:

"In the end, I'm sorry for my father-in-law. I didn't protect Yu Zhi well back then, and now that he lost his life due to exhaustion, I should make up for it."

Bai Jinman pursed his pale and dry lips, and did not respond to his words, but insisted: "My adoptive father has spent his whole life in the world and is used to freedom. If he is trapped in the imperial tomb, it must not suit his wishes."

It was already yesterday that he hurried back after receiving the news from Changfengmen, and he rushed to Jiuque Palace non-stop only in time to calm down the turbulent situation in Changfengmen.

From the moment he heard the news of Bai Yunxiao's death, he was not hysterical, and even his emotions rarely fluctuated.

But somewhere in the bottom of his heart, a big mouth was clearly opened, and the venom and ice slag leaked in, and the stinging pain of corrosion pierced his heart and lungs.

His eyes were white and desolate, and he held his heart firmly: "This is also Changfengmen's wish, and I hope His Majesty will allow it."

"Although the truth has not been ascertained, Ziyu's father-in-law's death must have something to do with it." Fang Yu pressed his brows and rubbed. For the loss of the damper, Mr. Bai just opens his mouth."

Long eyelashes drooped, Bai Jinman closed and opened them again, a trace of disgust flashed in them.

The sect master died unexpectedly, and everyone in the Changfeng Sect was in an uproar, clamoring for justice for the sect master.

Although the three princes alone were not enough to make Changfengmen pay attention, but if the coercion of Emperor Qingli was added, no one would dare to act rashly.

On the surface, Fang Yu's words were an apology, but in fact he took Bai Yunxiao's death on his shoulders, and the reason why he did this was to suppress the Changfengmen and protect Qingli Emperor's heir.

He was too lazy to entangle these thoughts, and he didn't want to delay, so he said bluntly:

"It's not too late to discuss this matter later, the most urgent thing is to trouble Your Majesty to show you where is foster father now."

Fang Yu looked up at him, and couldn't help sighing deeply again:

"Father-in-law's body is now stored in the ice cellar of the North Hall. I have assigned special personnel to guard it, and no one else is allowed to enter it. If that is the case, I will accompany you for a walk."

He only avoided talking about this matter when Bai Jinman was in grief. More compensation in the future would always dispel the grudge in his heart, but he never thought that Bai Jinman and Bai Yunxiao were fundamentally different people.

With the accumulation of Changfengmen, Baiyun Xiaoda can use the power of the rivers and lakes to help Fang Muci aspire to Qingli, but he is concerned about her relationship with Bai Yuzhi, and has always respected Emperor Qingli, and never dared to exceed half a point.

But Bai Jinman obviously didn't have such concerns. Fang Muci's actions on Yeliu Island had chilled his heart, and the only one he loved, Bai Yunxiao, had passed away suddenly. There was really no reason for him to be merciful to Qingli.

This account cannot be written off by frivolous material compensation.

The two came to the entrance of the North Hall and walked down the stone ladder to the ice cellar. Fang Yu took the thick robe from the guard and handed it to Bai Jinman: "Mr. Bai, the ice cellar is cold, you are not in good health, you should wear a robe Thick clothes..."

He didn't know that Bai Jinman's soul-damaging disease had been cured, he only thought that he was still the person who was seriously ill in the past.

Bai Jinman smiled coldly, did not reach out to pick it up, but lowered his eyes and said lightly:

"Thank you Your Majesty for your kindness. It's just that I have committed a serious crime. I know that in front of my adoptive father, I don't even deserve to wear clothes to keep warm."

After he finished speaking, he left Fang Yu and went into the ice cellar without looking back.

Seeing that he was so disrespectful to the emperor, the guards tried to stop him, but Fang Yu stopped him backhanded.

Emperor Qingli remained calm, but the guards clearly felt that the breath around him had condensed several degrees, which was worse than the cold air overflowing from the ice cellar.

good very good……

Fang Yu watched Bai Jinman's back silently for a while, then turned and left with a cold snort:

"If he wants to take something away later, you don't have to stop him."

The ice cellar in the north hall was built underground, surrounded by convenient ice cubes and ingredients. Bai Jinman walked deeper along the corridor for a while before stopping in front of an ice coffin.

The temperature around him was cold, but it couldn't resist the coldness in his heart. He took a deep breath, and resolutely raised his hand and pushed the coffin lid away.

In the bluish-white ice coffin, Bai Yunxiao closed his eyes tightly and lay on his back with his hands folded. Apart from his pale complexion and not breathing, he looked no different from a normal nap.

The clothes on his body had been changed, and the crisp cloth covered the huge fatal wound on his chest.

Bai Jinman stared at him absent-mindedly, and trembling for a long time, reached out to hold the already frozen fingers, and clenched them tightly.

How cold, he thought.

The memory rewinds uncontrollably, he remembers that when he was adopted by Bai Yunxiao, it was also a cold winter day.

At that time, he had a high fever and coughed up blood, he was so confused that he couldn't see clearly, he just yelled that he was cold, Bai Yunxiao hugged him tightly in his arms, his energy turned into a hot stream, soothing his body restless blood:

"It's okay, foster father is holding you, and you will get warm soon."

That's right, whenever his old illness broke out and he was in pain, he would rely on Bai Yunxiao to expend a lot of energy to dredge his meridians, and then cooperate with warming and nourishing medicine to relieve it.

His adoptive father has always been such a warm and reliable existence.

But why, even though he exhausted all his strength now, he couldn't warm that person up again?

His vision gradually blurred, and Bai Jinman recovered from his grief, only to realize that tears had splashed all over his face at some point.

In the past [-] years of his life, there has never been a moment when he felt so regretful as before.He was cold-hearted because of Fang Muci's behavior, and he also used a long wind to make Ji hate Bai Yunxiao, and he has been traveling around recently, even refusing to listen to the other party's explanation.

How absurd, it's ridiculous that he claims to be open-minded, but he doesn't even have the most basic trust.

That is the adoptive father who has treated him as his own since he was a child!

Bai Jinman trembled all over, blinking his tearful eyes lightly, pouring out a heavy sadness:

"Father, it's Man'er who made a mistake, can you take another look at me and listen to me?"

"This ice cellar is too cold, Man'er can't keep you warm..."

He supported the side of the ice coffin and slowly slid and knelt on the ground, his fingers were deeply embedded in the ice coffin, his snow-colored skin was flushed red from the cold.

The lips opened and closed, but no sound came out. The grief was so extreme that it felt profane when he opened his mouth. He wished he could tear his heart into pieces and shed the last drop of blood to relieve the severe pain in his spine.

Although the soul had already returned to its place, Bai Jinman's deep sorrow, which seemed substantial, was clearly transmitted to Chen Ming's mind through the subtle connection between the sword maker and the sword spirit.

"Grandma Bai..."

He groaned, clenched his fingers into fists, pressed against his heart tightly, and buried his face deeply in the pillow.

Luo Huaqing was sitting at the desk browsing the documents, when he heard the sound from the bed behind him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked back to check.

Since he discovered the abnormality in his body, he has been staying in the Weiming Sect for the past few days, being diagnosed and treated by Tanyuan and Huayao.

Because it is not yet clear what the specific emotion that caused the agitation of the spell is, they can only try to use drugs to delay the development of the spell, and then try to contact the magician of the Yeliu Island branch to find a way to relieve it.

At the same time, the scouts of the Weiming Sect also sent back the latest news from the Jiuque Palace. He felt faintly uneasy in his heart, and was about to talk to Chen Ming in detail, when he found the man paralyzed on the couch, moaning.

Perhaps even Chen Ming himself didn't realize that whenever he was in a bad mood or physically unwell, he would always use this method to relieve him.

Luo Huaqing felt a little worried when she looked at it, she simply put down the paperwork in her hand and sat down beside the bed:

"What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"

"no……"

Feeling the slender fingers caressing the hair, Chen Ming raised a small face that was slightly red from being rubbed by the soft pillow, and said softly:

"I felt a strong sadness just now. It seemed to come from Nanny Bai. I don't know if something happened."

Bai Jinman?

Luo Huaqing raised her eyebrows, recalling the information passed to her by her subordinates.

Last night, the head of the Changfeng Sect was killed by the third prince in the prison. As the adopted son of that person, he must have felt very uncomfortable.

"Indeed... I also just found out that the head of the Changfeng Sect was pierced through the heart by a sword during the prison robbery last night."

Chen Ming trembled when he heard these words, and sighed out of breath. Although there was not much expression on his face, his long eyelashes were already wet.

The adoptive father who raised him was beheaded and killed, and no one would be able to accept it easily.

He couldn't even imagine how he would face all this if his parents who loved him suddenly passed away.

Why on earth, that person in the previous life was already miserable enough, why didn't he even keep the remaining warmth for him?

Every move of Chen Ming was invisible to Luo Huaqing's eyes. They stayed together day and night and were connected with each other. Even if that person moved his little finger, he could easily guess what the other person was thinking.

So he wept silently and ached secretly, all because of Bai Jinman?

He is just... a person who has no emotional entanglements, even if there are past events lying in front of his eyes, they have all faded away with the years, why should he still be entangled?

Where did he put himself, and where did he put the relationship between them?

It was as if a kindling had fallen into the firewood, instantly arousing sparks to start a prairie fire. Luo Huaqing didn't even have time to realize the origin of this emotion, so he watched it explode violently.

As sweet as love, as despicable as jealousy, the sharp stinging pain continuously surged up, he frowned slightly, and "wow", he choked out a mouthful of bright and dripping blood!

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It's really hard to be a man

But I didn't make him vomit blood anymore, the torch of revolution was handed over to Qingqing (not)

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