Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Chapter 134 A Room of My Own

The laughter and joy at the dinner table gradually died down.

Ren Lanyue knew that her mother had a strong personality and would not want others to see her in this state, so she brought up a topic to divert everyone's attention: "Sister, now that you live in this mansion, shouldn't the plaque that says 'Chen Mansion' be changed to 'Ren Mansion'?"

Ren Baozhi swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "What's the meaning of 'fu' or not? It's so feudal. Let's change it."

Ren Lanyue tilted her head and asked in confusion, "What does feudal mean?"

"It's so dull and stale," Ren Baozhi said, picking up another dish for herself. "I don't like it."

"So what name do you like, sister?"

Ren Baozhi took a bite of her meal and said, "All the people living in our house are women, big and small, old and young. Let's just call it 'the women's house'."

"Puff..." Ren Lanyue nearly spit out the food in her mouth when she heard that. Fortunately, she covered her mouth in time. "Sister, but 'woman' is used to insult people. It's not appropriate to use these three words on a plaque."

Ren Baozhi raised an eyebrow and asked, "A woman is a girl. I wonder when did the word 'woman' become a derogatory term?"

"That's true," Ren Lanyue said with a troubled look on her face, "but those men always say we 'women have long hair but short knowledge' and things like 'womanly kindness'. It's hard not to think of it as insults."

"Just because men use derogatory words means it's derogatory? Who do they think they are?" Ren Baozhi scoffed, dismissing him. "In my opinion, the word 'man' is just the right word to use as an insult."

"That's right. Why should I think 'woman' is an insult just because they say it is an insult?" Ren Lanyue put down her chopsticks, indignant. "Why should we listen to them? I just don't agree with them!"

Li Qixi glanced at Ren Baozhi, a faint smile on his lips: "It is precisely because of your disapproval and non-recognition that your sister chose to use the three characters 'Women's Home' as a plaque."

Ren Baozhi raised her eyes and met Li Qixi's. "I've heard enough about 'beauties are the root of trouble,' 'poor Wang selling melons,' and 'a loving mother ruins her child.' Men want to sully the reputation of women with their own prejudices. I will be the pillar of that filth and show them what a true 'woman' is."

Ren Lanyue watched their eyes meet, feeling her blood boiling with excitement. It suddenly dawned on her, "If we hang the words 'Women's Family' above our door every day, people will eventually get used to it. If we continue to promote the Women's Newspaper, then in the future, when people mention the word 'Women's Family', they will simply think that we 'Women's Family' are very impressive."

Ren Baozhi withdrew her gaze and said, "That's right. It may sound awkward now, but in time, perhaps everyone will be proud to be called a 'woman'."

Ren Lanyue covered her heart with both hands and couldn't help muttering, "I want to be a pillar with my sister too."

As night fell, Ren Baozhi strolled slowly in Dunyifang with her fur dog in her arms.

The Fulin dog was also known as the Xiaoer in the Wu Zhou Dynasty. Its fur is snow-white, soft and smooth. It is the gift that Yundu gave to her today.

This was a relatively brave little puppy. Seeing that Ren Baozhi was gentle and amiable and had no ill will towards her, she instantly became close to Ren Baozhi.

Ren Baozhi stroked the dog's head and said softly, "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, how about you call me Wo Wo Tou from now on?"

The little puppy let out a soft "wool" in the arms of Ren Baozhi.

"Ahhhh, what a cute puppy!" Ren Baozhi couldn't help but let out a useless scream, holding the steamed bun and taking two big mouthfuls.

Although it was already night, some shops were still open and voices could be faintly heard in taverns, workshops and hotels. Some of them could be heard clearly, while others were blown away by the wind.

The dim candlelight cast human shadows on the window paper. Ren Baozhi watched through the window, as if she was watching a shadow play. Through the shadow play, she could clearly feel their joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, and could truly feel the breath of Wu Zhou.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the center of the town. A woman was throwing a wooden bucket into a well. When the bucket was full of water, she began to turn the windlass.

The rope was tightened circle by circle, and the wooden barrel slowly emerged. The barrel, which was light brown just now, was now soaked in water and turned dark brown.

The woman did the same thing and put down another wooden barrel. Then she hung the barrel on both ends of the carrying pole, took a steady horse stance, and easily picked up the carrying pole and walked towards home.

Ren Baozhi continued to cruise around the city. Under the moonlight, the city looked even more ancient and ancient.

Everything seemed unfamiliar when we first met, but now I have already gotten used to it. Time flies, and when I think about it, I have been living in this world for almost a year.

Ren Baozhi continued to wander aimlessly and came to a corner of the town. It was close to the town wall and relatively secluded, with a few large trees standing sparsely.

She randomly picked a tree and sat down against it. Wo Wo Tou slipped out of her arms and started trotting happily as soon as it landed, with its tail swaying slightly with each step.

Wo Wo Tou didn't run far, but just circled around the branches, digging here and sniffing there.

The pregnant woman watched Wo Wo Tou's every move with a smile, then raised her head to look up. The sky was vast among the new leaves, and the lonely blue was inlaid with tiny bits of white.

Such a quiet night reminded her of Virginia in "A Room of One's Own", who was also strolling through the quiet streets.

Ren Baozhi could not remember much of the content in the book, but she never forgot "Mary".

The story is "purely fictional" and "I" is just a title. Readers can call "I" Mary Becton or Mary Seton, or Mary Carmichael, or whatever they want to call "I". It doesn't matter to Virginia.

Ren Baozhi couldn't help but smile knowingly as she thought about it.

At this time, Wo Wo Tou stuck out his tongue, shook his head and ran back to Ren Baozhi.

Ren Baozhi picked up the Wo Wo Tou and held it in her arms. She watched Wo Wo Tou lick her hand and touched his head: "Wo Wo Tou, let me read a poem to you, okay?"

Wo Wo Tou tilted his head and cried out twice.

Ren Baozhi assumed she had agreed, and muttered to herself:

"Last night Queen Mary had four Marys, tonight she has only three Marys."

"She had Mary Seton and Mary Bethune,"

"And Mary Carmichael and me."

Ren Baozhi's voice slowly stopped.

"Well, there's me too," she lowered her head and asked softly to Wowotou, "Do you know who I am?"

Wo Wo Tou looked at her with a pair of black eyes, as if he didn't understand what Ren Baozhi was saying.

Ren Baozhi held the puppy's paw and said, "Hello, I'm Ren Baozhi."

As if she was afraid that Wo Wo Tou would forget her name, she repeated it again: "My name is Ren Baozhi."

Wo Wo Tou opened his mouth and yawned loudly.

"If you remember, just shout."

Wo Wo Tou let out a soft "wow" sound.

"So smart." Ren Baozhi nodded with great satisfaction.

Wo Wo Tou made two shrill "woops" again.

Ren Baozhi leaned against the tree, staring blankly for a long time, as if in a daze.

As the night deepened, the lights gradually dimmed and the streets became dark.

Just now, through the bright window, Ren Baozhi could still see the shadowy figures inside, but now she can only imagine through the dark window that they are lying on their sides or on their backs, whispering in the middle of the night, or remaining silent.

She thought it was time for her to go home, back to her own home.

On the way back, Ren Baozhi walked in front, and Wo Wotou followed behind with his short legs bouncing up and down.

The moonlight cast their shadows on the ground, leaving only a dark circle at the bottom of their feet.

If you only observe the shadow, you can't even tell whether it is a person or a dog.

But why do we need to make the distinction?