Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Chapter 118: The cutting continues, and the reasoning remains chaotic.

Seeing that the farce was over, Wei Yanyi walked slowly to Ren Baozhi's side and said, "Madam Yingxi, Madam Si invites you to come inside."

Ren Baozhi followed Wei Yanyi to the front of the room. The decoration of this room was the most magnificent here.

Wei Yanyi knocked lightly on the door, and Si Jiangchou's voice, as clear and cool as an autumn spring, came from inside: "Mother, please come in."

The door was pushed open, Wei Yanyi stretched out his hand to ask Ren to hold Zhi in, and he stopped outside the door and then gently closed it.

There was a cold and faint fragrance in Si Jiangchou's room, which lingered endlessly, as if every object in the room was soaked in the cold fragrance.

I don’t know whether it is the person who is infected by the fragrance, or the fragrance that is infected by the person.

Si Jiangchou was still wearing a red dress, sitting at the desk painting. When she saw Ren Baozhi coming in, she didn't even look up, but just said "please sit down".

It was clearly she who invited her in, and now she had come here obediently, but this person was pretending to be indifferent, leaving Ren Baozhi speechless.

Okay, just sit down. After all, I still have something to ask her.

Ren Baozhi chose a position for herself that was neither too far nor too close to Si Jiangchou, so that she would not disturb Si Jiangchou from painting, and she could also see the content of the painting clearly.

The door was opened again, and two young men came in, one holding a tray of tea and the other holding some fruit.

Afterwards, the servant quietly withdrew, leaving only Ren Baozhi and Si Jiangchou in the room.

Si Jiangchou was still carefully sketching the lines on the paper. It was a large banner painting.

Ren Baozhi followed the tip of the pen and took a closer look at the painting. She could see that she was painting a lake.

Somewhat boring.

Ren Baozhi has never been interested in these romantic things, so she picked up a cherry and put it in her mouth. She decided to do something happy to kill this boring time.

She looked around the room, which was decorated with soft gauze curtains, jewelry and jade, and a pipa standing on a stand by the window.

I accidentally glanced at a colored board with some dates written on it. These dates were not consecutive, and the most recent one was July 17th.

Ren Baozhi was a little curious: "What's the date on this color plate?"

Although Si Jiangchou was still absorbed in her painting, she answered Ren Baozhi's question: "These are the dates of death of successive empresses and emperors of the Wu Zhou Dynasty. Our dynasty has a rule that no entertainment is allowed on days of national mourning. As entertainers, we naturally have to remember these dates."

After she finished speaking, she put the last stroke of the brush into her hands and gently held the painting, blowing away the wet ink.

Ren Baozhi followed the painting and was surprised. The lake scene painted by Si Jiangchou was very lifelike, but it was not the spring scene of today, but the color of winter with cold snow.

A lone boat drifts in the middle of the lake. The water is vast and there are few people around. A strong sense of loneliness rushes towards me.

cold.

This was the only word Ren Baozhi could think of at this moment.

She asked, "Is this Qujiang Pond?"

Si Jiangchou nodded: "That's right."

The painting was quite large and would take some time to dry, so Si Jiangchou simply left it to dry on the desk. He turned to Ren Baozhi and asked, "Madam Yingxiong, why did you come to look for Chou'er today?"

Ren Baozhi said, "Of course it's to thank Lady Si for her kindness that day in the suburbs."

"Why are you being so polite?" Si Jiangchou asked. "You helped me once before, and I returned the favor. We're even now. Why would you come all the way here to express your gratitude?"

"That's wrong. Madam Si thanked me once, but I haven't thanked Madam Si yet. How can this be considered even?"

Si Jiang smiled proudly, "My heroic lady, have you come here today just to get even with me?"

Ren Baozhi looked at Si Jiangchou's expression, and the lingering feeling of discomfort rose in her heart again.

Si Jiangchou stood up: "Why, you don't like me like this?"

Ren Baozhi spoke frankly: "I just feel a little torn."

Si Jiangchou picked up a cherry, took a bite, and the juice on her lips made her look even more beautiful.

She slowly narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "How do you know which one is the real me?"

Ren Baozhi pointed at the little figure sitting on a lonely boat in the painting: "This."

"Heh," Si Jiangchou laughed, "Tell me, do you have anything else you want to ask?"

Ren Baozhi gazed at the snow on the painting, and suddenly she was back in time to that day in the suburbs, when the snow was just as bone-chillingly cold. "I'm just curious, how did Madam Si find that place?"

Si Jiangchou raised her arm, and the slender scarf slid across Ren Baozhi's neck: "When we first met, I already said that if we were destined to meet again, we would meet again."

Ren Baozhi grasped Si Jiangchou's shawl and looked up at her: "So, Madam Si, are you trying to explain this to me using the word 'fate'?"

Si Jiangchou withdrew his scarf and said, "Is it not possible?"

"Of course I can," Ren Baozhi said, picking up another cherry. "But whether I believe it or not is up to me."

Si Jiangchou leaned over to look at her: "I'm afraid that today's Yingxiong lady's thanks to me are fake, and her true intention is to investigate me."

Ren Baozhi looked into her deep black eyes and unexpectedly felt a sense of familiarity. She wanted to continue reminiscing, but Si Jiangchou had already turned around and called out to the outside of the house: "Mother, please send the guests out."

The door was opened, and Ren Baozhi walked out of the room without waiting for anyone to invite her.

Judging from the three contacts, this Si Jiangchou should not be simple, but what puzzles Ren Baozhi is that Si Jiangchou does not seem to want to hide his secret.

Although Si Jiangchou didn't give a direct answer to any of the questions he asked, those vague words would only expose her faster, right?

It's obvious that you can just tell a lie to get away with it.

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

Ren Baozhi continued thinking all the way to the room where Chen Gaojie was.

Ren Baozhi thought that Chen Gaojie probably had some kind of exhibitionism hobby, and he didn't even close the door when touching women.

Originally, she thought Chen Gaojie was a loser who was just waiting to die. Now, seeing his despicable behavior and remembering the ending of Jiangchun's book, Ren Baozhi felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

Chen Gaojie was still buried in the woman's chest and had not noticed that there was another person in the room.

It was the same woman who nudged him twice and whispered, "My dear, someone is coming."

"Who is that?" Chen Gaojie said dissatisfiedly, "Ting'er, ignore him, let's continue."

As he said this, he was about to tear off the woman's clothes.

Ren Baozhi bolted the door and kicked Chen Gaojie off the woman.

Chen Gaojie fell to the ground, his flesh shaking like water waves. He was seeing stars and it took him a long time to turn his head around.

What caught his eye was a pair of white boots. The pair of white boots calmly walked a few steps towards him, and only stopped when they stopped beside him.

Looking up, I saw the man wearing a moon-white robe and a long sword at his waist. Looking up further, I saw a condescending and indifferent face.