Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

After hearing Long Aotian's words, Ren Baozhi suddenly had an idea.

Yes!

She understood why Long Aotian's favorability towards her increased instead of decreasing after the argument with Jiang Tangtang just now. It was simply because Long Aotian disliked Jiang Tangtang, and she had helped Long Aotian by accident!

In other words, her previous thoughts were indeed correct. The reason why Long Aotian fell in love with the original body within three chapters was because the author had created the protagonist in his work to be the most lovable person by men, which fits the male fantasy of the "perfect" woman: weak, kind, innocent, simple, beautiful...

Most importantly, there is no ability to resist at all.

But she was never a "perfect" woman.

As long as she insists on being herself, she will go against Long Aotian's preferences, and not only will she not be able to help Long Aotian, if possible, she will even need to trip up Long Aotian.

In this way, the favorability will definitely drop to 0 points very quickly.

By the time Ren Baozhi had sorted out her thoughts, Jiang Tangtang, under Long Aotian's relentless pressure, spoke with difficulty, "The garden is full of yellow chrysanthemums, and I'm busy admiring them."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head in frustration, no longer showing the pretentious demeanor he had just shown.

Everyone was shocked and dug their ears, wondering if they had heard it wrong, but seeing Jiang Tangtang looking so depressed, they had no choice but to believe their ears.

Is this really a poem written by Jiang Tangtang??!

"It seems that even the most talented man in Chang'an will run out of ideas one day," Princess Qianqiu glanced at Jiang Tangtang deeply, with an ambiguous meaning, "Jiang Cainan, please don't forget who brought you this shame today."

After saying that, he easily lifted up Ren Baozhi by the back of her collar.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he walked away.

Shangguan Hualiu stood up and bowed, saying, "Everyone, I'll take my leave first. Have a great time."

He opened his folding fan and followed.

Zhu Dachang saw Jiang Tangtang's hateful eyes and was extremely worried. He was too busy to take care of Princess Qianqiu at the moment.

When the people nearby saw Princess Qianqiu leave, they tried to persuade her in a kind way.

"Jiang Dalang, calm down. Princess Qianqiu has always been a reckless person. Don't ruin your health for the sake of someone like her."

"Exactly, where's the royal etiquette?"

"I heard that the Eastern Turks are starting to make moves again. If I send her there to marry her, she'll behave herself."

"Hahahaha, that's absolutely true."

"Put me down! I'm going to die!" Ren Baozhi put her hands on her collar, which was almost suffocating her. "You Black Ghost, put me down!"

Everyone in Leyouyuan was attracted by the commotion and looked towards Princess Qianqiu.

"thump!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came.

Ren Baozhi lay on the grass. She felt that her body was in pain, but her whole body was soft and she seemed to have lost some of her perception.

She was drunk and fell again, and she saw stars. She saw a black pillow in front of her, no, there were two, and it seemed like four.

The more she looked, the more dizzy she felt. The more she counted, the more she counted. Soon, Ren Baozhi fell asleep on the pillow.

Princess Qianqiu looked at the person lying on her boots and felt helpless for the first time. She couldn't even smile bitterly.

"This..." Shangguan Hualiu looked at Ren Baozhi with hesitation, "Princess, there are still some matters to be dealt with in the palace."

"It's just a bloody fight for the position of Tainan. We'll just watch from the sidelines. You go back and handle it for me."

"As ordered."

Before leaving, Shangguan Hualiu looked at Ren Baozhi meaningfully.

Half an hour later, Ren Baozhi still showed no signs of waking up.

Princess Qianqiu, sitting on the grass, could no longer bear the numbness and soreness in her left foot, which was used as a pillow.

She wanted to pull her feet away, but Ren Baozhi's hands were tightly holding her calves.

She tried to pry her fingers apart again, but Ren Baozhi seemed to be deliberately against her. He wrapped his arms around her fingers even tighter, and the space between her fingers turned slightly white.

Princess Qianqiu was furious and kicked hard with her right leg. Finally, she threw Ren Baozhi away. Looking at the person who rolled several times, her anger subsided a lot.

After a while, when her legs were no longer numb, she kicked Ren Baozhi again, but this time with much less force: "Hey, pickled radish, get up."

Ren Baozhi's eyelashes trembled, and she grabbed Princess Qianqiu's right leg again, resting it on her head, and hummed, "It's not pickled radish."

"If you're not pickled radish, then what are you?" Princess Qianqiu laughed.

"Ren Baozhi." Ren Baozhi turned his face to the side on the "pillow", found a comfortable position and was about to continue sleeping.

Princess Qianqiu quickly pulled her foot back and grasped the key point: "Pregnant and holding a branch?"

Ren Baozhi hit her head on the lawn and seemed to wake up a little. She sat up, but her eyes were still blank.

Then she felt herself being picked up like a chicken again, and Princess Qianqiu's cold voice came from above: "Look at you, you're so stupid. I'll take you home."

The cold voice continued, "How pitiful! Chen Zhongcheng and his family all left, so why didn't they take you with them?"

"I do not!"

"why no?"

"I'm not going home!"

"Boom."

Another sound of something heavy falling was heard.

However, this time, Ren Baozhi was thrown onto the cushioned seat in the carriage.

Ren Baozhi looked at the soft tapestries, precious ornaments, gemstones inlaid on the carriage, and exquisite carvings. Her eyes lit up. She grabbed a vase and said, "So much money! So much money!"

"Stupid." Princess Qianqiu watched Ren Baozhi stuff her little trinket into her arms and continued, "You just said you were Ren Baozhi? What do you mean by Ren?"

"Hmm," Ren Baozhi was still carefully selecting some valuable items when her confused mind suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, I'm drunk and talking nonsense."

"It seems you've sobered up a lot." Princess Qianqiu had a hunch, "There's nothing I can't ask."

She took out a jar of wine, pinched Ren Baozhi's cheeks with her left hand, opened the bottle with one hand, and poured it all into Ren Baozhi's mouth.

"Mmmmm - no - don't." Ren Baozhi turned her head, but her cheeks were clamped tightly. The more she struggled, the stronger the force became.

A jar of wine, half filled and half spilled.

Princess Qianqiu threw the empty wine jar casually, and it hit the soft blanket. Not only did it not break, but there was not even a noticeable sound when it hit the ground.

Ren Baozhi was drunk and her body went limp, about to collapse into a ball.

Princess Qianqiu didn't give her this chance. She grabbed Ren Baozhi's neck and pulled her up: "Tell me, who are you?"

Ren Baozhi's eyes were vacant. Instead of answering, he asked, "Who... are you?"

Princess Qianqiu tightened her grip and asked, "Who are you?"

Ren Baozhi was having difficulty breathing. After a violent coughing fit, she suddenly exerted force with both hands and actually broke free from Princess Qianqiu's grip.

Princess Qianqiu stared blankly at her own hand being torn away. She then caught a glimpse of the figure trying to escape by jumping out of the car and grabbed her back. "Who are you, and what kind of martial arts have you learned?"