After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

"I also miss Zi Tong and the children all the time." Despite numerous injuries, Cong Ji never thought of dying in battle and being shrouded in horse leather, because he firmly believed that he would be able to return to Wen Qi and the children.

Wen Qi put on obscene clothes and trousers for Cong Ji, and then took out a brocade handkerchief from under the pillow. The thing hidden inside was the red beans sent by Cong Ji.

He stared at Cong Ji and said seriously: "Your Majesty hurt lovesickness for me, and I also hurt lovesickness for Your Majesty."

Cong Ji picked up the red beans, lowered his head, and said in a dumb voice, "Let me taste the red beans born on Zitong's body."

"Your Majesty, you can take it yourself." Wen Qi half closed his eyes, rubbing the back of Cong Ji's head indiscriminately.

Cong Ji explained solemnly: "This red bean is slightly larger than the red bean on my fingertips, lighter in color, and a little warmer."

Wen Qi's body trembled, and he couldn't help wrapping Cong Ji's feet with his tail.

After a while, Cong Ji pretended to be stunned and said: "This red bean has grown a bit, but the red bean next to it has not moved at all. Why?"

Wen Qi finally couldn't help but glared at Cong Ji: "It's all to blame for His Majesty not being exposed to both rain and dew."

Cong Ji suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

After a while, Cong Ji praised: "As Zi Tong said, Zi Tong is really well-informed."

Wen Qi felt weak all over, and after recovering, he snatched the red beans from Cong Ji's fingertips, wrapped them in a brocade handkerchief, and put them back under the pillow.

Cong Ji imitated Wen Qi's demeanor, and said aggrievedly: "Zi Tong is so stingy."

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing. When he was young, he put away his smile and said seriously: "How did Your Majesty spend the three days of September [-]th, October [-]th, and November [-]th?"

Cong Ji answered one by one: "On September [-]th, the bloodthirsty desire was far less severe than last year's September [-]th. I thought I could get through it without a drop of blood, but as time approached, I failed after all. I suppressed my bloodthirsty desire and killed a prisoner; as for October [-]th and November [-]th, I was on the battlefield and killed countless people."

Wen Qi comforted: "It was Zhou Chu who invaded the Southern Jin Dynasty first. Your Majesty's murder is to protect the family and the country, and it is not a bad thing."

"Although I know that their death is not a pity, I really don't like killing people." Cong Ji held the back of Wen Qi's head and let Wen Qi rest on his shoulder.

Wen Qi rubbed Cong Ji's collarbone with his forehead, and said: "Hasn't Your Majesty already defeated Zhou Chu? There is no need to fight on the battlefield in a short time. When His Majesty regains the throne from the Zhou family, His Majesty will not have to force himself to kill gone."

Cong Ji said disappointedly: "I don't know when I will be able to get rid of my bloodthirsty desire?"

"Since your majesty said that September [-]th this year is not as powerful as last September [-]th, maybe in a few years, your majesty will be able to get rid of bloodthirsty." Wen Qi boasted, "as your majesty's panacea, I will definitely be able to Cure Your Majesty's bloodlust."

Cong Ji thought about it carefully and came to a conclusion: "Before October, I often got close to Zi Tong, but the effect was far less than this October."

Wen Qi smiled and said: "It must be because of my mutual affection with His Majesty that the efficacy of my panacea has been enhanced."

"I don't think it's because you and I are in love." Cong Ji paused, "It's because you and I have sex in bed."

Hearing this, Wen Qi blushed and said: "Your Majesty's words are teasing me, or are you telling the truth?"

"It's true." Cong Ji said righteously, "So, if Zi Tong wants to cure my bloodthirsty desire as soon as possible, he needs to have sex with me more and more."

Wen Qi covered his face, and said in a muffled voice: "If I don't use sheep intestines, will my effect be better?"

Cong Ji's worries couldn't be dispelled: "It's very possible, but if I don't use sheep intestines, what if I give my bloodthirsty to..."

Wen Qi interrupted: "Since I am His Majesty's panacea, how can I be poisoned?"

"Even if you won't be poisoned, what should you do if you become pregnant again? I will never allow you to go to the gate of hell again." Scared.

Wen Qi is afraid of pain, but he is not afraid of the pain of caesarean section at all. He is willing to conceive Cong Ji's flesh and blood again. He didn't say: "Then ask Imperial Physician Zhang to make Bizi Tang."

"You have to use guts." Seeing that Wen Qi was about to argue, Cong Ji simply blocked Wen Qi's lips.

With lips and tongue intertwined, Wen Qi pushed Cong Ji, but Cong Ji hugged him even tighter.

Wen Qi gradually sank, no longer able to resist.

After a kiss, Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's eyes again: "Your body is exhausted, and you should rest after talking so much."

Wen Qi was forced to close his eyes, his lips and teeth were open, panting endlessly, like a stranded fish.

After a while, he glared at Cong Ji and said: "Your Majesty is really cunning, you can't say no to me, so you tricked me."

"Beauty trick?" Cong Ji thought hard, "Is this a beauty trick?"

Wen Qi nodded and said: "Your Majesty has a beautiful appearance and tricks on me. It's an out-and-out beauty trick."

He knew that Cong Ji would not agree to not use the intestines at the moment, so he had to put it aside for the time being. After all, the future is long and he has enough time to grind his teeth.

"Since Zitong says it's a beauty trick, then it's a beauty trick." Cong Ji has been outstanding since childhood, but he doesn't care about his own appearance. He even thinks that his appearance is a burden. The guard coveted him and was almost violated, but he liked being praised by Wen Qi for his appearance.

Wen Qi pretended to be an apprentice, lifted Cong Ji's jaw, and said frivolously: "It is Wen Qi's luck to get a beauty like His Majesty."

Cong Ji cooperated and said: "I will definitely serve Mr. Wen well and teach Mr. Wen to be fascinated."

Wen Qi said arrogantly: "Beauty should really know the current affairs, and I will give you the grace to serve others."

Before the words landed, he couldn't help laughing.

Cong Ji suppressed a smile and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your favor."

Wen Qile was extremely sad, grinning his teeth in pain, pointing to his forehead and said: "Kiss, kiss will not hurt anymore."

The smile on Cong Ji's face turned into heartache, kissing Wen Qi's forehead, and kept saying: "It won't hurt anymore if you kiss, it won't hurt if you kiss..."

Not long after, Wen Qi kissed the new injury on Cong Ji's Adam's apple: "I don't feel any pain anymore."

"I don't feel any pain anymore." Cong Ji lifted Wen Qi's obscene clothes, looked at the glaring wound and said, "When will this wound heal?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Since I have survived for Your Majesty, I will heal the wound quickly for Your Majesty, and Your Majesty will heal the wound quickly for me." Wen Qi frowned and said, "Look at my wound. It's terrifying, but His Majesty is covered in bruises, not much better than me."

"The wound on my body is much shallower than that of Zi Tong..." Wen Qi gave Cong Ji a sideways look, and changed his words, "Both Zi Tong and I must heal the wound quickly."

Wen Qi said with satisfaction: "Your Majesty's words are very true, and Wen Qi would like to obey His Majesty's oral instructions."

Five days later, all the wounds on Cong Ji's body had blood scabs, while Wen Qi's wounds festered.

Physician Zhang took a lot of effort to squeeze out the pus, and the pain made Wen Qi's face pale like a ghost.

In another three days, Wen Qi's shark tail was able to freely transform into two feet, but the feet had no strength at all.

After finishing his breakfast, he said to Cong Ji, "Your Majesty should be preparing to leave for Beijing."

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "After Zitong removes the stitches, I will set off for Beijing again."

Thinking that the blood scabs all over Cong Ji's body had not yet peeled off, Wen Qi didn't persuade him anymore.

After another eight days, Wen Qi's wound finally healed, and doctor Zhang took out the stitches.

After Imperial Physician Zhang left, Wen Qi said to Cong Ji again: "Your Majesty should be preparing to leave for Beijing."

Cong Ji shook his head again and said, "After Zitong finishes her confinement, I will leave for Beijing again."

Wen Qi couldn't refuse and said: "Your Majesty must not delay any longer. The Zhou family is a powerful family with intertwined forces. It is not easy to deal with it. Your Majesty has left the Zhou family for too long. If you don't set off to return to Beijing, there may be changes."

"Zhen..." Wen Qi's words were correct, but Cong Ji was really reluctant to part with Wen Qi and the children.

"Your Majesty must leave for Beijing as soon as possible, and don't make love to your children." Wen Qi softened his tone, "After His Majesty disposes of the Zhou family and regains the throne, he will be able to stay with Wen Qi forever."

"My Zitong will definitely be a worthy queen." Cong Ji combed Wen Qi's hair with his fingertips, making up his mind, "I will leave for Beijing tomorrow."

Hearing this, Wen Qi really wanted to keep Cong Ji, he wanted Cong Ji not to love his sons and daughters, but he himself was also the generation who loved his sons and daughters.

His lips trembled slightly, and he asked: "Tonight, how about your majesty and Wen Qi spending a good night together?"

"No, you haven't finished confinement yet." Cong Ji said softly, "Your body is important, you can't force it."

"It's not forced, I... I... I want Your Majesty." Wen Qi's brows brightened, and he pursed his lips, "Your Majesty, how are you?"

"No." Cong Ji stood up, "I'm going to bring Xingyue and Jiayue here."

Wen Qi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, Cong Ji didn't need to be so considerate of him, but if Cong Ji hadn't treated him so well, wouldn't he be attracted to Cong Ji at all?

After a while, Cong Ji hugged Xingyue and Jiayue.

After night fell, after bathing alone, Wen Qi looked at Cong Ji helplessly and said, "Your Majesty really doesn't want to be with Wen Qi?"

Cong Ji emphasized: "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

Wen Qi racked his brains and came up with a compromise: "How about using your feet?"

"No." Cong Ji flicked out the candle, "Mei Shan."

Unwilling to give up, Wen Qi stretched out his hand, but it was a pity that Cong Ji grabbed his wrist.

Wen Qi raised his foot to step on it again, but Cong Ji was caught off guard, and Wen Qi succeeded in the end.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to be patient." Wen Qi whispered, "It's just my feet, they will never hurt my body."

Cong Ji hesitated for a long time before doing what Wen Qi wanted.

Wen Qi trembled, stretched out his hand, traced Cong Ji's eyebrows and said: "I wish your majesty good fortune."

"I will definitely live up to Zitong's expectations of me." Cong Ji kneaded methodically, forcing Wen Qi to hoarse.

Wen Qi felt dizzy, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Cong Ji kissing the scar on his stomach and the dirt on it.

Cong Ji said vaguely: "The taste is excellent."

Wen Qi asked: "I also want to taste His Majesty's taste."

"No." Cong Ji wiped off the dirt on Wen Qi's feet neatly, leaving nothing behind.

Wen Qi said pitifully: "In the past two days, Your Majesty has always been 'no', and Your Majesty has not treated me well at all."

"Sorry." After Cong Ji cleaned himself up, he took Wen Qi into his arms again, "Mei Shan."

"Mei Shan." Wen Qi couldn't bear to close his eyes, so he stared at Cong Ji bewilderedly through the silver light.

Tomorrow morning, he will part with Cong Ji again, and he doesn't know when they will meet again.

If everything goes well, at the beginning of spring, he should be able to reunite with Cong Ji, right?

If it doesn't go well...

How could it not go well?As powerful as Zhou Chu was defeated by Cong Ji, the Zhou family was easily defeated.