Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

"Hmph," Ying Buhuan said, "I helped you, so it's only natural for me to accept some benefits from you."

"Looking like you're like this, it's hard for me to believe that you've already retired."

"Believe it or not, I'm not doing this for you to see."

"That's for your majesty to see."

"Ang, what else?"

Chen Lanyue listened to the conversation between the two silently.

Ren Baozhi noticed it and called out softly, "Yue'er?"

Chen Lanyue said somewhat disappointedly, "Jiang Radish, I miss my mother too."

Ren Baozhi was speechless for a moment and could only comfort her dryly, "Wait a little longer, there will be a chance to see your mother."

"Of course I believe you, sister," Chen Lanyue forced a smile. Not wanting to make the atmosphere any more depressing, she changed the subject. "Mother really didn't lie to me. Young Master Long will definitely be very successful in the future."

Ren Baozhi naturally saw Chen Lanyue's intention, so she followed up with a question: "Are you saying that this group of people is related to Long Aotian?"

"Yes, this is a reward from the Saint to Long Gongnan. Young Master Long and Minister Long worked together to investigate a major corruption case for the court, implicating many officials. Now he has gained face in front of the Emperor and has been promoted from proofreader to the head of the Fengge, a seventh-rank official."

As expected of the hero in the book, he was promoted directly from the ninth rank to the seventh rank at the age of sixteen.

But it’s normal to think about it. The hierarchical system in ancient times was more strict, and it only relied more on family background and relationships than in modern times.

In today's world, an uneducated fool can enter the court by selling official positions and titles, not to mention that Long Aotian has a father who is the prime minister.

From now on, the father and son will inevitably serve in the court.

In a small restaurant, Ren Baozhi ordered three dishes and a soup, three cheap ones and one not-so-cheap one.

But Ying Buhuan insisted that she replace one of the dishes with pastries.

Ren Baozhi asked about the price of the pastries and finally exchanged the less cheap dish for the pastries that Ying Buhuan wanted.

She successfully earned two contemptuous looks, but Ren Baozhi was thick-skinned. Although she had a hundred taels of gold now, she had to start a business and buy a house, so she couldn't spend the money casually.

Although the dish was not very good, Ying Buhuan still ate it with gusto. The small crack on the back of her hand holding the chopsticks became deeper due to the frost.

Ren Baozhi didn't move his chopsticks. He looked at Ying Buhuan, who was devouring the food at the table, and asked, "We were in disguise today. How did you recognize us?"

Ying Buhuan was so engrossed in his food that he had no time to pay attention to her. Only after she had finished all three plates did she burp contentedly and say, "My experience in the martial arts world is not to be passed on to outsiders."

Pregnant Baozhi: "..."

Ying Buhuan touched his round belly and said, "It's okay if you want to know. It's only passed down to girls, not boys."

Chen Lanyue said innocently: "I want to know, I am a woman."

Ying Buhuan extended his hand and smiled a little frivolously: "First pay the salary, one ounce of gold."

Chen Lanyue: “…”

Ren Baozhi was too lazy to play these childish tricks with Ying Buheng. She was already a mature adult.

She changed the subject: "You said you were looking for something to do?"

Seeing that he didn't get the money, Ying Buhuan's smile fell: "Yeah."

Ren Baozhi said, "How about we make a deal?"

"Seriously?"

Ren Baozhi cleared her throat, lifted her skirt, and put on airs: "Don't I look like a serious person?"

Ying Buhuan shook his head: "Not like that."

Ren Baozhi covered her lips and coughed lightly in embarrassment. What she wanted Ying Buhuan to do was not really a serious matter.

"After the matter is completed, there will be enough money."

"Deal!" Ying Buhuan agreed readily.

After understanding the so-called deal between Ren Baozhi and Ying Buhuan, he skipped home with the cakes in his hand.

"Wait a minute!" Ren Baozhi called her.

Ying Buhuan turned around and looked at her with his head tilted.

Ren Baozhi took out the external injury medicine she had just bought from Xiao Ji and threw it to Ying Buhuan: "It's for internal use, to treat frostbite."

Ying Buhuan raised his left hand above his head and caught the medicine bottle steadily. A big smile appeared on his bruised face: "Stingy guy, you are a nice person."

Chen Lanyue looked at Ying Buhuan's departing figure and asked, "Why did she say that to you?"

Ren Baozhi: "Who are you talking about as a stingy person?"

Chen Lanyue: "The stingy guy is talking about you."

Ren Baozhi smiled triumphantly: "So you are the stingy one."

Chen Lanyue was confused for a moment. After she figured it out, she chased after Ren Baozhi's retreating figure and shouted angrily, "Jiang Radish! You're even more childish than Ying Buhuan! You childish ghost!"

Ying Buhuan's home was not much better than Ji Pingyue's. There were only broken pots and rotten stoves in the house, and very few things.

The walls of the kitchen had been blackened by years of smoke and fire. A woman was sitting by the stove, her ears and hands covered with purple chilblains that had already formed scabs.

The firewood in her hand was not very good. The surface was wet by the snow water and was extremely difficult to light.

But the woman persisted in striking the flint with the flint until she had used up all the hay she had prepared, and then she was able to light the fire.

But as soon as the firewood was lit, it emitted billowing black smoke, which made the woman cough.

This was the scene Ying Buhuan saw when he entered the kitchen.

She ran over quickly, knocked the firewood out of the woman's hand, and asked in a childish voice, "My lady, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you that you only need to be responsible for weaving, and I will do the rest of the work?"

The woman didn't expect Ying Bu to come back so early. She lowered her head as if she had done something wrong, but she couldn't help coughing.

Seeing the Empress's state, Ying Buhuan couldn't get angry anymore. "My Empress, let me help you back to the house first. You're not in good health, so don't do these heavy work all the time. How can your cough get better in all this smoke and fire?"

The woman wiped away the tears caused by the smoke: "The Queen just doesn't want Anu to suffer so much, and the Queen doesn't want to drag Anu down."

"Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense. It's clearly my son who is dragging you down," Ying Bu helped her onto the bed. "If you didn't have my son, wouldn't your burden be much lighter?"

Ying Hele knocked on Ying Buhuan's head and said angrily, "Why are you talking nonsense like this, Anu?"

"Ouch!" Ying Buhuan squatted down with his head in his hands. "I learned all this from my mother. If my mother hadn't said so, I wouldn't have been able to learn it."

Ying He shook her head helplessly. Her daughter had been a clever girl since she was young.

"Anu, get up and show your face to Mother."

Ying Buhuan obediently straightened up and moved his face closer.

Ying Hele caressed the newly injured wound on Ying Buhuan's face with a distressed look on his face: "Did Anu do something bad outside again?"