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

Cong Ji noticed Wen Qi's gaze, opened his eyes, and looked at Wen Qi: "Zitong, go to sleep quickly."

Wen Qi shook his head and said, "I can't bear to part with Your Majesty. My eyes are full of His Majesty, and I don't feel sleepy at all."

Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's hair, then inserted his ten fingers into Wen Qi's, and then kissed Wen Qi delicately.

He naturally knew that Wen Qi couldn't bear him, and he couldn't bear Wen Qi, but he had to leave Wen Qi temporarily.

With his lips in his mouth, Wen Qi couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to entangle with Cong Ji.

This kiss did not contain the slightest desire, it was tender and tender, and extremely appropriate.

After a kiss, Cong Ji said softly, "Go to sleep quickly, Zi Tong will have to get up early to see me off tomorrow."

Wen Qi nodded, and then asked Cong Ji: "Can Your Majesty cut a strand of hair for me?"

Cong Ji took the scissors, cut off a strand of hair neatly, and handed it to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi took it, looked at it again and again, bowed his head and kissed Cong Ji's hair, and then said with a smile: "It smells like His Majesty."

Cong Jifa asked: "I haven't smoked ambergris for a long time, there is no smell on my clothes, how can there be smell in my hair?"

Wen Qi insisted: "There is indeed a smell, not ambergris, but a smell that belongs exclusively to His Majesty."

Cong Ji asked curiously, "What kind of smell is it? But saponin?"

"It's not saponins either." Wen Qi blushed, "It's the smell that makes me fascinated."

Cong Ji said solemnly: "After I set off, Zitong can smell this strand of hair and do something to please himself."

Wen Qi's face turned redder: "Your Majesty can also smell my hair and do something to please you."

"We can tie the knot after I have settled the Zhou family." Cong Ji kissed the end of Wen Qi's eyes and said, "At that time, let's please each other again."

"Well, don't use guts." Wen Qi circled Cong Ji's waist, half-closed his eyes.

Cong Ji said mercilessly: "No."

Wen Qi was so angry that he bit Cong Ji's right shoulder: "Your Majesty is too spoiling the scenery. Isn't Your Majesty and I expressing our feelings to each other?"

Cong Ji confidently said: "Your Majesty Zitong has a lot of people, so he will definitely not argue with me."

Wen Qi snorted and said, "I'm not human, why are there so many adults?"

Cong Ji changed his words and said, "Zitong and sharks are in abundance, so he won't argue with me."

"I'm very stingy." Wen Qi licked the tooth marks on Cong Ji's right shoulder, "I really hate guts."

Cong Ji said with reason and evidence: "Zi was much older than me when I was a child, so I should be more generous and love the younger generation."

Cong Ji is 72 and [-] years old this year, and his body is [-] and [-] years old, which is [-] years older than Cong Ji.

Wen Qi said as a matter of course: "Your Majesty is much younger than me. You should respect your elders and listen to what they say."

Cong Ji retorted: "The elders don't love the younger ones, why should the younger ones respect the elders?"

Wen Qi said dissatisfiedly: "I clearly love His Majesty very much, and I care about His Majesty."

Cong Ji smiled lightly, biting Wen Qi's earlobe: "Zitong really loves me very much, even on the bed."

Wen Qi's earlobes were hot and his heart was trembling, but he said earnestly: "I am afraid that your majesty will be lonely in the deep boudoir, so I have to live on the bed and love your majesty."

He pointed to one place and continued: "This is the most important thing on Your Majesty's body. If it is not used for a long time, I am afraid it will never be used again. I am also kind."

Cong Ji asked hoarsely, "Zi Tong thinks this thing is useful?"

Wen Qi said deliberately: "I only used it thoroughly once, and I don't remember whether it works or not."

Cong Ji understood Wen Qi's thoughts, and sighed: "After I detoxify, or confirm that I will not pass the poison to Zitong, I will definitely hand it over to Zitong."

"I know Your Majesty is thinking of me, but I don't need it." Wen Qi didn't want to argue with Cong Ji, no longer mentioned Yangchang, but pointed to his own lips and said, "Kiss me again, Your Majesty."

That night, neither person nor shark fell asleep, either chatting or kissing.

At sunrise, one person and one shark should wash up, and Wen Qi will dress Cong Ji.

Wen Qi's fingertips brushed over every scar on Cong Ji, and sniffed: "Your Majesty, don't get hurt again."

These scars have gradually faded due to the ointment he applied to Cong Ji every day, but to him, they are still shocking.

Cong Ji could not guarantee that he would not be injured again, so he remained silent.

Wen Qi understood, and said helplessly: "Why doesn't Your Majesty coax me?"

"I try not to get hurt." Cong Ji stroked Wen Qi's cheek and said, "Don't cry, I don't want to make Zi Tong cry."

Wen Qi rubbed the back of Cong Ji's hand, put on the clothes for Cong Ji, put on the armor for Cong Ji, and put on a pocket.

Cong Ji put on a coat and a cloak for Wen Qi.

One person and one shark walked out of the room holding hands, first went to visit Xingyue and Jiayue at the wet nurse.

Both Xingyue and Jiayue were asleep, their bodies smelling like milk.

One person and one shark watched for a long time before leaving.

An elite group of thousands of people outside is ready to go.

Cong Ji took Wen Qi's hand, got into the carriage, and immediately hugged Wen Qi into his arms.

"Ten miles, after ten miles, I will send someone to send Zitong back." He was supposed to ride horses with the soldiers, but Wen Qi's caesarean section was only half a month old, and he hadn't finished his confinement yet, so he couldn't be jolted.

However, the road was not smooth, and even the carriage was unavoidably bumpy.

Cong Ji caressed Wen Qi's back: "If Zi Tong feels unwell, you must tell me."

"I'm fine." Wen Qi squeezed his whole body into Cong Ji's arms, and asked Cong Ji again, "Does Your Majesty think Xingyue and Jiayue are more like me, or are they more like Your Majesty?"

Cong Ji said blankly: "I don't know, maybe it's because they haven't bloomed yet."

Wen Qi put his right cheek against Cong Ji's heart: "I am pleased with Your Majesty, and I hope that when they grow up, they will look more like Your Majesty."

Cong Ji held Wen Qi's waist, and said in Wen Qi's ear: "My heart is more like Zitong, and I hope that after they open up, they will be more like Zitong."

Wen Qi said expectantly: "Then one is more like His Majesty, and the other is more like me."

"Zitong's words are very good." Cong Ji stroked Wen Qi's stomach which had returned to flat, and felt his hand hurt deeply, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." Cong Ji would ask Wen Qi every day if it hurts, and the distress in his eyes taught Wen Qi heartbreak.

Cong Ji said seriously: "I feel sorry for Zitong, and I also love Xingyue and Jiayue. Thank you Zitong for giving birth to them."

The wound on Wen Qi's stomach was too deep and too big, even with a lot of plasters, it couldn't be completely removed.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to thank me. Without Your Majesty, I would not have given birth to them." Wen Qi suddenly remembered the dream he had had, and said frankly, "After I found out that I liked Your Majesty, I sent a dream one day. In the dream, in the dream, His Majesty and I fell in love with each other, resisting all opinions, and made me a queen, because I didn't go to court early, and every day was lucky for me, so that I seldom got dressed. Later, I gave birth I gave birth to a baby boy, and His Majesty named him the crown prince. Later, His Majesty disbanded the harem for me and stopped drafting. In the end, His Majesty became a wise king for me, and governed the Southern Jin Dynasty so that Haiyan, Heqing, the country and the people were peaceful. I was at that time I think this dream is very absurd, but it is so sweet that I want to live in it. Now, Your Majesty is in love with me. I already know that Your Majesty has never had a harem, and I have already had a lucky month and a good month with Your Majesty. I just wait for Your Majesty. Be a wise king for me, and my dream will come true."

"Zitong's words are wrong. I don't just wait for me to be a wise king for Zitong. I haven't made Zitong a queen yet, let alone be lucky to be with Zitong every day." Cong Ji said clearly, "I understand Yu Zitong. To be honest, the empress is just a false name, but I don't think so, I am happy with Zitong, so I should designate Zitong as a queen, and rule the world with me. As for the canonization of the crown prince..."

He paused: "I don't think that only men can inherit the great line. I will carefully cultivate Xingyue and Jiayue together. As for the throne, it should be occupied by those who are capable."

Cong Ji was named the crown prince as soon as he was full moon, it is really rare to be able to treat men and women equally.

Wen Qi said worriedly: "I also think that men are not the only ones who can inherit the great power, but if Jiayue inherits the great power, it may be difficult for Jiayue to secure the throne."

Cong Ji smiled and said: "Since I have a male queen, why can't I have a female emperor?"

"Your Majesty's words are not unreasonable." Wen Qi didn't think too much about it anymore, these are all things in the future, and it is still unknown who is more suitable to succeed Xingyue or Jiayue.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

"It's been ten miles, Zi Tong, let's go back." Cong Ji was about to get off the carriage, but was hugged by Wen Qi from behind.

Wen Qi murmured, "Don't go, Your Majesty."

Cong Ji turned his head and said apologetically, "I have to go."

Wen Qi asked: "How about another ten miles?"

"All right." Cong Ji ordered the coachman to drive, and as soon as he got back into the carriage, Wen Qi threw himself into his arms.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Qi found something hidden in Cong Ji's arms, took it out and saw that it was a veil with his hair wrapped inside.

He wrapped the hair again and put it back into Cong Ji's arms.

Ten miles and ten miles, before noon, a hundred miles passed.

This time, Cong Ji categorically refused: "Zi Tong has to go back. She shouldn't get out of bed when she is in confinement, let alone traveling and traveling."

Wen Qi had tears in his eyes, and he didn't cry out after being kissed and kissed by Cong Ji.

He bowed to Cong Jiyingying: "I wish Your Majesty will solve the Zhou family as soon as possible."

Cong Ji helped Wen Qi up, then got out of the carriage, and said solemnly: "I will do my best to fulfill Zi Tong's wish."

"Your Majesty must return to me unscathed. I will wait for His Majesty to confer me the title of Empress, and I will be with His Majesty day and night." Wen Qi pulled out the car curtain from Cong Ji's fingertips, and then put down the car curtain.

As soon as the curtain of the car was lowered, he finally burst into tears, but he urged in a calm tone: "Your Majesty, let's go quickly."

Cong Ji looked at the tightly closed curtain of the car, and said in a low voice, "Zitong, take care and take good care of Xingyue and Jiayue."

After saying that, he immediately got on his horse and rode away.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, he looked back, the carriage gradually moved away, and finally, the outline was covered by yellow sand.

He separated from Wen Qi again, and he believed that he would reunite with Wen Qi soon.

This place is far away from the capital city, and he almost never sleeps. Five days later, he finally arrived at a small town outside the capital city.

He summoned his confidants, perfected his plan, and decided to enter Beijing two days later.

At the same time, Cong Li in the palace sat on the throne, looking down at the ministers, while the Empress Dowager Zhou beside him looked down at him.

He was dissatisfied, and felt that he was no different from a puppet, but there was nothing he could do.

Cong Ji's ministers were all moved to the left by him, and all the courtiers under him were long by the empress dowager and short by the empress dowager, who regarded him as the emperor as nothing.

He ordered the Minister of the Ministry of War to report the battle situation, and the Minister of the Ministry of War said: "Report to the Empress Dowager, report to Your Majesty, seven days ago, I won a great victory in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and Zhou Chu has not dared to act rashly."

The battle with Zhou Chu has been going on for a year. I don't know when it will end?

It is said that the emperor uses soldiers like a god, if the emperor is still alive, Zhou Chu must have been pacified, right?

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