The system has to be used even if it is pulled

"Look at our captain, he is like this at such a young age, it's so tragic."

"Hush, don't talk. I heard that our captain killed a lot of Mongolian Tartars."

"What a pity! It would be great if he was fine. This disease would haunt him for the rest of his life."

"Then you should keep quiet. He is a member of the Jia family after all."

Several soldiers at the city gate were pointing at a hunchbacked captain standing at the gate checkpoint.

The captain said nothing. With his stern face, he strictly checked everyone entering the city. His cold gaze made everyone shudder.

As the evening drum sounded, the hunchbacked lieutenant walked into the city and shouted sternly, "The time has come, close the city gates!"

Soon, the city gate was closed and the soldiers at the gate quickly gathered. Then, after the captain checked the number of people, he looked at the captain who was leading another team of soldiers to take over the shift, nodded, and led his men out of the city gate.

That’s right, the man with a hunched body was Zhao Yuanlang. He should have returned, but he had to “thank” Master Bodhi. When he waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, he was able to escape from the system’s tunnel. The system had to use all its strength to save him, and there has been no news of him since then.

As luck would have it, he fell into this world, the world of Dream of Red Mansions. In order to recover, he was hastily reincarnated into a family. However, his congenital rickets and left arm weakness made his family worried.

Zhao Yuanlang's parents in this world were the illegitimate children of the Ning Mansion of the Jia family in the capital. They were also somewhat wealthy and had this one son when they were in their fifties. However, due to Zhao Yuanlang's illness, they sought help from countless famous doctors but none of them could help, and within a few years both of them died of depression.

Although Zhao Yuanlang was reincarnated, his original strength was not lost. It was just that due to his injuries, he could only use the power of a superior god at most.

In order to obtain more resources for treatment, he exhausted his family wealth and found his cheap cousin Jia Jing from the Ningguo Mansion. Before Jia Jing devoted himself to seeking the truth, he used his connections to allow him to participate in the military examination at the age of 20 and win the championship. Unfortunately, due to his hunchbacked body and weak left arm, he was not liked by the emperor. Although he ranked first in all items, he was only awarded the title of military scholar.

Then he was sent to the deserted Mobei Camp as a garrison commander of the fifth rank, where he stayed for six years. He chopped off countless Tartar heads and built relationships. When he was about to be promoted to the next level, he was reported by the Mongolian tribes for slaughtering an entire Mongolian tribe that had turned into bandits. With no hope of promotion, he was demoted four levels and became a seventh rank city gate captain of the nine gates in the capital.

In theory, Zhao Yuanlang didn't need to come down every day to manage the nine inner gates, but for safety reasons, he still took turns checking each city gate.

At the Jiumen Governor's Mansion, after Zhao Yuanlang reported the day's information to his superior, he turned around and left the Jiumen Governor's Mansion and returned to his home.

An ordinary courtyard with two entrances and one exit was left to him by his father. It was located at an inconspicuous corner of the back street of Ningrong Street. Just as Zhao Yuanlang was about to open the door and go in, he heard someone shouting, "Brother Mu, Brother Mu."

In this world, Zhao Yuanlang is called Jia Mu. After all, it is easy to find similarities between the names of Jia She, Jia Zheng, and Jia Jing. She, Zheng, and Jing.

Zhao Yuanlang frowned and looked, and found that it was Lai Er, the chief steward of Jia Zhen. He led a few servants and strode towards him from the corner of the street.

"Say hello to Brother Mu, Master Zhen wants to see you." Lai Er looked at Zhao Yuanlang somewhat frivolously. Obviously, Zhao Yuanlang was of the same generation as Jia Jing, but he looked down on Zhao Yuanlang in his heart and kept referring to Brother Mu.

"Then report back, I'll change my clothes and come over."

"Okay, please hurry up, Brother Mu."

Jia Zhen, what tricks are you up to now? Zhao Yuanlang narrowed his eyes and watched Lai Er leave. After a long while, he walked in.

In the study room of Ningguo Mansion, Jia Zhen was flipping through a book. Lai Er knocked on the door and came in: "Master, Brother Mu is here."

"Let him in. Also, is the banquet I asked you to prepare ready?"

"Reporting to the master, everything is ready."

Jia Zhen then signaled Lai Er to step back, closed the book in his hand, and hid it on the bookshelf. There were three "Jin Ping Mei" written on it.

Soon, Zhao Yuanlang, dressed in a black robe, walked in hunched over. Jia Zhen looked at Zhao Yuanlang, whose face was a little sallow, and sighed. He had a good-looking face, but his skin color and body were so bad. What a pity.

"Hello, Master Zhen. What does Master Zhen want to see me about?"

"You are too polite, uncle. I have someone prepare a banquet for us to talk while we eat."

As Jia Zhen clapped his hands, a group of maids immediately rushed in, placed six or seven dishes on the small table in the study, lit the lights, and Jia Zhen and Zhao Yuanlang took their seats one after another.

"Uncle, you've worked hard all day. Let's eat something and drink some wine first." Jia Zhen picked up the wine pot and poured wine into Zhao Yuanlang's glass.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Jia Zhen, a little drunk, looked at Zhao Yuanlang and said, "Uncle, to be honest, since my father arranged for you to join the military camp, he has handed over the power to me. You also know that my Ningguo Mansion is a big family with many people eating, and our life is getting worse and worse."

When Zhao Yuanlang heard this, he understood immediately. Jia Zhen wanted to make money and even mentioned the favor his father had done for him. It seemed that he wanted to ask him to do something.

"Master Zhen is joking. When my uncle was the governor of the Beijing camp and a first-rank general, he accumulated a huge fortune. Before my elder brother became a Taoist, he was not as rich as before, but he was not less than my uncle. Now Master Zhen is in charge. It is said that Master Zhen, who is known as the timely rain in the capital and the generous and generous man, would make the Ning Mansion live worse than before. I absolutely cannot believe it."

At this time, you have to pretend to be nice and flatter him to the sky to shut him up.

Jia Zhen was so flattered by Zhao Yuanlang that he couldn't help but drink a few more cups. He was so happy that he was intoxicated: "Is that really what people in the capital say about me?"

"Of course, especially Master Zhen's group of friends, all of them are rich and powerful. You two together are a great story in the capital."

"Okay, okay!" Jia Zhen danced with joy and quickly poured a few more cups and drank them.

Zhao Yuanlang also seized the opportunity and quickly picked up the wine glass to express his desire to drink a few more drinks with Jia Zhen. As time passed, Jia Zhen lay on the table after a while.

"Someone, come here, Master Zhen is drunk, help him back to his room, I'm leaving too." Zhao Yuanlang watched the servants come in and support Jia Zhen, then pretended to be drunk and staggered out of Ningguo Mansion.

Early in the morning, Jia Zhen had a terrible headache. He listened to the birds singing outside and got up. After drinking a glass of water with the help of a maid, he recovered after a long time.

"Damn little fox."

"Oh, who is the master talking about?" Youshi climbed up from the bed wearing her coat and looked at Jia Zhen.

"Don't mention it. You're a woman and you don't understand. Go away!" Jia Zhen scolded impatiently.

Jia Zhen finally returned to bed and began to think with his eyes narrowed.

However, Zhao Yuanlang woke up at four o'clock in the morning and rushed to the Nine-Gates Governor's Mansion, then led his soldiers to patrol the gates of the capital.

As the morning bell rang, Zhao Yuanlang stood at the gate of Dongzhimen, holding the handle of his sword and shouting, "The time has come, open the city gate!"

Then Zhao Yuanlang led his soldiers to open the city gate and began to watch the farmers and vendors outside the city walk into the city. Zhao Yuanlang couldn't help but think that it would be another boring day.

Who knew that before long a group of tall horses galloped towards the city gate, causing people entering the city to hide away.