Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Ren Baozhi rummaged through the box but couldn't find her pants.

I checked online and, hey, guess what?

It turns out that the "stockings" thrown aside by Ren Baozhi early in the morning were the pants worn by men in Wu Zhou - hakama.

Ren Baozhi was holding two stockings and felt depressed. These things didn't even have a crotch. She didn't want to wear open-crotch pants at all.

No wonder the people of Wu Zhou liked to sit on their knees. It turned out that they were afraid of exposing themselves.

Ren Baozhi was not discouraged and went to rummage through the box again. She actually found a pair of slightly normal pants - a trousers.

At least this one has a crotch.

Now that I have put on my inner clothes, it's time to put on my outer clothes.

The outer garment was much more normal, with a round collar, narrow sleeves, and calf-length. There was a button on the chest and collar to fasten the garment.

He wore a pair of black leather Liuhe boots, a jade-studded belt around his waist, and a dark blue fu hat on his head.

Ren Baozhi then stood in front of the bronze mirror with satisfaction, admiring her own outfit.

Yes, it is worthy of the four words "zhilan jade tree".

Although these clothes are still troublesome to wear, they are much more convenient than skirts.

She no longer had to wear long skirts that dragged on the ground, nor did she have to hold up meaningless shawls, and most importantly, she finally didn't have to wear her hair in a high bun anymore.

Every time I wore a high bun and heavy pearl hairpins on my head, the hair at my hairline would be torn and it would hurt, and this pain would last for the entire day.

Now I am finally free.

Ren Baozhi touched her hairline distressedly: "My lovely hairline, Mommy will never let you suffer any grievances again."

Daming Palace, Chang'an Hall.

Looking from a distance, the outline of the magnificent palace stands on layers of platforms. The exterior walls are mainly light yellow, and the roof is covered with yellow glazed tiles, which shine brightly in the sunlight.

In front of the main hall, huge vermilion pillars stand like a forest, and on both sides of the lintel, a pair of female stone lions sit with bright eyes.

Inside the hall, the front yard is extremely spacious, with the floor covered with a soft and thick Xuancheng red carpet, and the walls are decorated with murals of mountains, rivers, flowers and birds, all of which are the work of famous artists.

In the north, there is a screen framed with red sandalwood and inlaid with various gold, silver and jewels.

In front of the screen, there is a huge nanmu desk with several books neatly arranged on it. In the upper left corner is a pile of unwritten rice paper, on which is pressed a paperweight in the shape of a lying lion.

The autumn wind blew, barely lifting a corner of the paper.

Shangguan Hualiu was kneeling on the right side of the desk, holding an ink stick and grinding it carefully in the Biyong inkstone. The rustling sound and the fragrance of ink slowly flowed in the hall.

The ink flowed from the inkstone surface into the inkstone pool. A Zhuge brush was inserted into it. The short and hard tip of the brush was soaked in ink again. It rested on the inkstone pool for a while and then fell on the scroll again.

The person holding the pen is Princess Qianqiu.

At this moment, she stood straight, her left hand firmly holding one end of the scroll, her right hand holding a pen, her wrist and elbow suspended in the air, and the handwriting on the paper was neat and powerful.

Looking more closely, every item on the scroll is about the plan for building a girls' school.

"Princess, I think the plan Chen Baozhi mentioned today is quite consistent with our plan."

"That's right." The princess continued moving her hands.

"Princess, what are your concerns?"

Li Qixi put down the paper and pen in her hand, her eyes cast towards the rockery outside the palace, and said slowly: "Let's see how far she can go on her own. This princess never accepts incompetent people under her command."

"I understand."

West Market, Wanjuanzhai.

This is the tenth day since Ren Baozhi came to Wanjuanzhai.

These days, her daily routine is to arrange study tasks for Yundu and Jiangchun, and repeatedly remind them to exercise diligently in order to accumulate more points.

However, the progress of rewriting destiny can only be increased when breakthrough progress is made, so the points in the account increase very slowly.

Because points are limited, you cannot use them all to purchase system books.

Therefore, she came to Wanjuanzhai every day and sat there for the entire afternoon until the store closed, just to observe which books were more popular.

As for why the West Market was chosen, it was naturally because most of the customers in the East Market were wealthy and noble, and his printed books might not be appreciated by them.

On this day, before closing the shop, Manager Sun specially invited Ren Baozhi to the inner room of Wanjuanzhai.

Ren Baozhi had a bad feeling.

When she reached the inner room, her premonition came true.

After looking Ren Baozhi up and down, Shopkeeper Sun snorted coldly, "Mrs. Chen, you come to my Wanjuanzhai every day, not to buy books, right?"

Ren Baozhi raised the scroll in her hand, handed it to Shopkeeper Sun, and said with a smile, "How could it be?"

Unexpectedly, Shopkeeper Sun waved the book in her hand, and the scroll fell to the ground and rolled out in a long strip.

"My dear lady, the clothes you wear every day are made of fine materials. Why do you do such sneaky things?"

Shopkeeper Sun smiled disdainfully, "I'm afraid the young lady has gotten nearly all the information about my Wanjuanzhai these days. I'm sure you've gotten quite a lot."

Ren Baozhi looked at the scrolls scattered on the ground, not knowing what to say.

"I invited you in today to save your dignity. If you come again in the future," Shopkeeper Sun said sternly, "I will send someone to kick you out!"

Ren Baozhi bent down and picked up the scroll on the ground: "Thank you, Manager Sun."

Returning home with a heavy heart, Ren Baozhi threw herself on the bed as usual.

Oh my god, the future is so dark!

Outside the house, Chen Lanyue, Yaoxia and Jiangchun were crowded at the window, which was the only window that was slightly open.

Chen Lanyue squinted her eyes and looked inside, then whispered in disappointment, "Jiang Radish fell asleep."

Jiangchun also whispered: "No, dinner is useless, and Auntie won't go to bed."

Yao Xia said, "Second Mother, I noticed that when the eldest mother came into the room, she looked quite depressed. If you go and comfort her now, it will definitely be more effective."

Chen Lanyue shook Xia's head and said, "Now you know a few characters and can use idioms."

Yao Xia smiled foolishly: "Thank you, Second Mother, for giving me the opportunity to learn to read!"

"Second Mother, please go quickly. I think the eldest mother isn't angry with you anymore these days. You will definitely succeed if you go." Jiang Chun said.

Chen Lanyue stood up, straightened her clothes and hair, and picked up the food box: "Then I'll go."

Yao Xia and Jiang Chun raised their fists and cheered her on: "Come on!"

Ever since she was scolded and cried by Ren Baozhi that day, Chen Lanyue has been waiting for her to come and apologize to him.

But who would have thought that when Ren Baozhi saw her, he acted as if he had seen air. He didn't even look at her, let alone take the initiative to talk to her.

When she returned to the house, she was so angry that she threw the dressing table and the accessories all over the floor, feeling heartbroken as she did so.

It was not enough to drop it once, so he asked Yaoxia to pick it up and put it in order, and then he dropped it again.

This happened three times, but Chen Lanyue didn't feel relieved at all. Instead, she felt heartbroken.

She hugged her rouge and powder, lying on the bed and crying bitterly.

Her tears soaked the quilt, and she vowed to ignore the pickled radish.