Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Ren Baozhi closed her eyes, hiding all her emotions in her eyes.

Although some of Ying Buhuan's actions were indeed inconsistent with the core socialist values, Ren Baozhi never imagined that she would have such a tragic ending.

After calming down for a while, Ren Baozhi slowly opened her eyes and saw Chen Lanyue still leaning against the window listlessly, without saying a word.

She looked at Yundu and asked: What's wrong with her?

Yundu whispered in her ear, "Yue'er misses her mother."

Ren Baozhi sighed in her heart. It seemed that among all the women she had come into contact with since she came into this world, Yunjia was the female character she cared about the least.

why?

Is it because she is not the target of his mission?

Is it because she repeatedly causes trouble for me and my mother?

Is it because Jiangchun’s tragic ending was related to her?

Or maybe it's simply because I don't have enough energy.

If every woman I meet needs my help one by one, then who can help her?

Chen Lanyue was still leaning against the carriage, her voice low as if asking herself, "Jiangluo, tell me, will Chen Gongzheng beat my mother like he beat us?"

Ren Baozhi didn't know how to respond.

"I miss my mother."

Ren Baozhi thought to herself that maybe she should go and see the horse raised at Ji Bujin's house again today. If this plan failed, she would have to consider other strategies.

After all, a person who likes violence will not decide whether to use violence against someone based on whether he likes her or not.

Especially this dynasty that helps men oppress women and becomes accomplices to the evil.

She suddenly remembered the regulations in the "Tang Law Commentary": If ordinary people fight and injure each other, they will be punished with 80 strokes of the cane; if a husband injures his wife, he will only be punished with 60 strokes of the cane; and conversely, if a wife beats her husband, she will be sentenced to one year in prison.

It's ridiculous that no one has ever raised any objection to this obviously unequal law.

Perhaps this is the reason why men try every possible means to prevent women from receiving education.

Eliminate every potential discordant voice as they build upon the patriarchal society.

Ren Baozhi patted Chen Lanyue's shoulder and said, "It won't be long. Trust me, okay?"

"Can't we go back now and take Mother out of the house?" Chen Lanyue's voice was a little choked.

"But if we go back now, we'll be walking into a trap."

Chen Lanyue suddenly sat up straight, her voice a little excited: "How could it be! We have Yao Xia's sleeping pills, right? We can rescue A Niang."

"Calm down, Yue'er," Ren Baozhi supported her shoulders. "If we bring your mother out directly, Mr. Chen is now a fifth-rank official. As soon as he reports it to the authorities and they find out, we'll all have to go back."

"He hasn't looked for us yet because he's taking Princess Qianqiu's reputation into consideration. But if we bring anyone out again, he'll have a pretext to arrest us. Even a judge can't rule on family matters. Even the princess can't force Chen Gongzheng's wife and daughter to stay. If we go back, we'll be in great danger."

"What should I do? What should I do?" Chen Lanyue threw herself into Ren Baozhi's arms and cried breathlessly, "I miss my mother. I don't want my mother to suffer any injustice. I don't want my mother to be beaten. I miss my mother."

"Give me some time, okay? I'll figure it out. Don't cry, Yue'er."

Give me some time, actually, I will be tired too.

But Ren Baozhi didn't say this out loud.

Things happened one after another during this period, and she seemed to never really rest.

Like a tireless donkey, there is always something whipping her and driving her away from behind.

But she also wanted to stop, even just for a moment.

The group got off the carriage. Chen Lanyue's nose was red from crying, but now that she had vented her emotions, she felt much more relaxed.

She tried her best to act as usual, not wanting to affect others with her emotions.

It seemed that only when she was with Ren Baozhi could she vent her emotions without restraint.

If Ren Baozhi knew what Chen Lanyue was thinking, she would definitely say: Shuan Q, sometimes I want to cry too. Why don’t we two sisters hug each other and cry together.

The snowflakes were still falling, and the Qujiang Lake was covered in silver. A thick layer of ice had formed on the surface of the lake. Snowflakes fell on the bare branches and turned into new leaves.

The fields were wide open, and apart from them, there was no one else.

Ying Bu also tied his pony to a tree trunk. As soon as he let go of the reins, he jumped into the snow like a rabbit, rolled a few times in the snow, and laughed crisply.

Ren Baozhi was also infected by Ying Buhuan's laughter. The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and the haze that had been accumulating in her heart seemed to dissipate a lot.

The same is true for Jiang Jingfeng. She seems to prefer such a quiet place, surrounded by friends she is familiar with or has just met.

But it is precisely these newly-acquainted friends who can actually give me a wonderful sense of security.

In such an environment, she doesn't have to be on guard all the time, doesn't have to care about other people's eyes, won't be nervous, won't be uneasy, and can completely relax.

This even made her feel incredible. After all, even if it was a pregnant branch, she had only been in contact with it for two days.

Ying Buhuan suddenly popped her head out from the snow, her head and shoulders covered in snow. She happily suggested, "Let's have a snowball fight together!"

Ying He smiled warmly: "Thank you, Madam Chen. Ever since my son made some money from you, our lives have been better. She has become more and more like a child."

"I don't deserve it," Ren Baozhi looked at Ying Buhuan and smiled, "Ying Buhuan is kind-hearted. If she wasn't forced to do so by life, she would have done so. I'm not being charitable, but I have something to ask of her."

Ying Hele still bowed slightly politely: "Thank you very much, young lady. I just heard what you said. Does your shop need to be renovated?"

"That's true."

"If there is any need, my mother and I are willing to go and help."

Ren Baozhi's smile deepened: "I couldn't ask for more."

"Mother!" Ying Buhan complained, "Why are you only talking to that stingy guy? You don't even pay attention to your Anu!"

Ying He said angrily, "Anu, how can you be so rude? You should call me sister."

"That's fine," Ren Baozhi said, "If she likes it, let her do it. I don't mind."

Hearing this, Ying Buhuan's drooping little head straightened up again: "Hehe! Mother, did you hear that?"

"Then let's have a snowball fight!" She said as she grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at Ren Baozhi, who nimbly dodged to the side.

The snowball hit the tree trunk behind Ren Baozhi, and all the snow on the tree fell down.

"Alright, you're such a good bastard," Ren Baozhi also rolled up a snowball and threw it at Ying Buhuan. "With such force, I think your snowball fight is fake and you're really trying to murder me."