Going through the Red Mansions quickly means going against the system.

The letter from the Ninth Prince was nothing more than a promise that Jiangnan and his party would take care of the members of the Xue family of King Jia Shi.

"If you only dare to promise this, then ignore it."

There are too few people in the emperor's family who are successful now. Even if you want to choose a successful lord among them, it is really difficult.

Looking at the magnanimity of these people, we also know that the Mu Dynasty is gone and there will be no successors.

"I don't even know how big the cake is, and I want to ask people to follow me. It's so beautiful."

It's not like Jia Zheng didn't think about standing up and unseating the emperor himself, but his family didn't have anyone who could train him to become the emperor. Who is responsible for conquering the world, Jia Baoyu?

Jia Zheng was complaining when he suddenly saw a little head popping up at the door. Jia Baoyu, who was supposed to go to bed and sleep peacefully, actually came over.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

After Jia Zheng asked, Baoyu moved to his side and looked at him eagerly, "Master, I miss my ancestors."

As he spoke, Baoyu's eyes filled with tears and he timidly shouted: "Master, I want to go home."

Jia Zheng sighed and picked up Baoyu. For such a little kid to take over the world, Jia Zheng felt that he was old and confused.

In this life, he never thought about changing Baoyu. Before going on a business trip, I never thought of taking Baoyu with me.

But before, he scared Jia Mu so much that she couldn't help but think too much.

When Jia Zheng jokingly said that Baoyu would forget him if he didn't see Baoyu for a long time, Jia's mother asked him to take Baoyu out.

"You can't go back. You have to wait until I finish my imperial mission before I can take you back."

It was okay if Jia Zheng didn't say anything, but when he did, Jia Baoyu's tears fell. He was raised too softly, and even if he gets angry, he doesn't show any aggression.

After knowing that she couldn't do what she wanted, Baoyu wiped away her tears and lay obediently in Jia Zheng's arms without moving.

This made Jia Zheng soften his heart.

He thought of taking Baoyu with him on a business trip, also to stabilize the precarious father-son relationship between him and Baoyu.

He didn't want Baoyu to be as afraid of him as in the original work, like a cat and mouse.

"Why do you want to take your son out?"

Baoyu asked softly.

He couldn't sleep thinking about Jia Mu, so he was persuaded by Xiren to come to Jia Zheng to act coquettishly.

She had seen her brother Hua Zifang act coquettishly towards her father.

She said that no matter how powerful a man is, he still loves his son. It's not as good as their family, who wouldn't sell their son even if they sell their daughter.

Even if he said something wrong, he would just get a scolding, but if he could get closer to the master, there would be many benefits.

At this time, Baoyu is not as afraid of Jia Zheng as in the original work. In his heart, he pleases everyone. The world revolves around him, how could anyone not like him?

The original owner had beaten him before, but it had been a long time. Since Jia Zheng possessed him, he has been busy changing his life and changing the fate of his family, so there is no time to care about him.

Now is a good time to get close to my son.

"I want to give my son a long life in the world. They say that reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles. I know Baoyu is smart and can never forget a book, but what he reads on paper will eventually become shallow. He still has to open his eyes to see the world. .”

"Do you want me to become a talent?"

Seeing Jia Zheng's pleasant appearance and willingness to hug him, Baoyu became bolder.

He has little contact with his father. Just because the original owner concluded that the child was a lecher after he drew lots in Baoyu. In order to protect Baoyu, Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang would not let Jia Zheng get too close to the child.

Therefore, the original owner never gave Baoyu correct guidance. He would only pick out the child's mistakes and then make mistakes.

But this is how parents at this time educate their children.

"Of course I hope that my son will become a talented person."

"Does the master want his son to become an official?"

Baoyu incarnated into a hundred thousand whys and began to ask questions.

"Does Baoyu want to be an official?"

Jia Zheng thought of Jia Baoyu's hatred of officialdom in the original work, and was curious whether he would think so now.

"Baoyu doesn't want to be an official. If he becomes an official, his daughter will be sent to the palace and locked up."

After Baoyu finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that he couldn't say this and quickly covered his mouth. But Jia Zheng had heard it clearly and couldn't help laughing.

Family happiness is when children tell nonsense and make adults happy.

"You miss your sister Yuanchun, right?"

Jia Zheng scratched Baoyu's little nose and felt very sorry for the daughter who entered the palace at a young age.

Although girls tend to mature prematurely, Yuanchun is not like that.

She just happened to be suitable for the Jia family and was loyal to the royal family, so she was sent to the palace.

Jia Mu's request for her was naturally to hope that she would become the emperor's woman and then be able to bless the family.

But it is difficult for men to get promoted outside, but it will be even harder for girls to rise to the top if they are locked up in the palace.

"Can I call my sister back?"

Thinking of Yuanchun, Baoyu's eyes were filled with tears. He grew up with Yuanchun and spent more time with Yuanchun than his parents.

The elder sister who was sent to the palace by her parents really left Baoyu with a lifelong psychological shadow. Even if he saw his sister going back to Grand View Garden to visit her relatives, he still wasn't relieved from his heartache.

On the contrary, he still felt that his sister who came home to visit relatives was very strange.

Children cannot bear separation, and leaving them will be a lifelong pain. Even if I slowly forget it, it will still appear when I become an adult.

Baoyu in the original work therefore hates becoming a talent and hates himself.

"Your sister is going to have a career for the sake of the family, and it is also for her own good."

Jia Zheng saw that Baoyu was under tremendous psychological pressure. I'm afraid someone told him that Yuanchun entered the palace because of him, right?

Naturally, no one noticed such a trivial matter. It was not until Baoyu grew up that he turned into a knife and slashed at himself.

Jia Zheng couldn't help but hugged Baoyu and told him about the difficulties of being a girl.

A woman wants to marry and live in her father's house. It can only be used as an accessory to shine and generate heat.

But after entering the palace, there is another way.

She can earn money to spend on herself, she can go down in history, and she can build a career.

Although Yuanchun entered the palace for the sake of his family, more importantly, he wanted to gain freedom.

"With the freedom not to be constrained by an ordinary family, she can live a more exciting life and have more choices."

"Then entering the palace is a good thing?"

Baoyu seemed to understand, but at least he stopped crying.

"For your sister Yuanchun, this is the best choice."

The place where women in ancient times could be honored was in the palace. That's why so many people want to go to the palace with their heads broken.

Control, enslave, not be enslaved, even change the family, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. The fascinating thing about power is that you can control the life and death of others, and have the ability to be close to God.

"Then I will also enter the palace from now on."

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

Baoyu's words made Jia Zheng unable to hold on, but he didn't expect that in this life, Baoyu did it and entered the palace.

When we arrived at Ludi, the world was still scorched. The skinny migrant workers were sweating profusely while working by the river. Once they stopped, they would be whipped by the police officers who were in charge of them.