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

I'm no bed warmer.

Relying on the fact that the tyrant was already asleep, he glared at the tyrant with gritted teeth, intending to swallow him alive.

He just took advantage of the medicine to hide the fragment under the bed, but now his whole body is bound by the tyrant, and he can't reach the fragment at all.

This tyrant's body temperature is extremely high, could it be that he has a fever?

But the tyrant's face was as usual, and he should not be hot.

Before he was alive, his body temperature was low due to his weak body and lack of energy and blood. Therefore, he didn't spend much effort to get used to the baby shark's body temperature.

If it is midsummer now, holding him in your arms should be very cool, but now it is autumn, is this tyrant really not cold?What's more, he also wet the tyrant's court clothes.

With nothing else to do, he began to study the court clothes, which were exquisitely embroidered and made of extravagant materials, with a soft luster and a slight coolness.

He wandered his eyes for a week, and finally settled on the face of the tyrant.

This tyrant is very suitable for court clothes, if he can become a generation of Mingjun, it would be great.

If there are famous ministers and good generals to help, can this tyrant become a generation of Mingjun?

He couldn't help thinking of himself. Since he was sensible, he knew that he would not be able to go to the battlefield, so he hoped that one day he would be able to go to court.

Therefore, from the age of three, he followed the teacher to learn how to read and write, until the age of 15, the teacher had nothing to teach him.

If he is a hundred years old and can take part in the imperial examination after his legs are transformed...

He stopped his thoughts. First of all, he couldn't figure out the tyrant's mind at all, but he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to take the imperial examination; If he made a mistake, he would be beheaded by the tyrant; again, even if he could live on, he didn't think he could help the tyrant to become a wise king.

To sum up, if he wants to make a difference in the court, the most important thing is to take the life of this tyrant and replace him with a Ming emperor to sit on the throne.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think: If this tyrant had not experienced hardships, but succeeded to the throne as a prince without any problems, would he be able to become a wise king?

This assumption is probably not valid.

In the world, there are countless people who have experienced suffering, but among them, those who commit crimes are a small number.

Most people, no matter how tragic things they have experienced, will be born facing the sun.

Therefore, the reason why Cong Ji became a tyrant is eight out of ten because of the blood of tyranny flowing in his bones.

After a while, the tyrant didn't feel cold because of him, but he became hot because of the tyrant.

In order to keep himself as far away from the tyrant as possible, he eagerly wanted to take out the hands that were placed between himself and the tyrant, but found that his body was already numb. He tried to move his fingertips, but accidentally touched the Suddenly, the fingertips were so hot that they almost melted.

He was startled suddenly, and his heart beat like a drum.

Before he could settle his heart down, he suddenly saw the tyrant open his eyes.

He was at a loss as he was watched by the tyrant, and then he heard the tyrant asking in confusion: "Aren't you unwilling to reciprocate courtesy?"

Not reciprocity, I was just inadvertent.He was so nervous that even his fingertips trembled, so that every word was crooked.

Cong Ji raised his hand to cover Wen Qi's flushed cheeks: "You don't want to reciprocate, why are you shy?"

Wen Qi explained: It's not shyness, but embarrassment.

"So that's it." Cong Ji didn't ask any more questions, and closed his eyes again.

However, Wen Qi involuntarily outlined the shape and size of the object in his mind. Obviously, his conclusion last time was correct. If he went to bed, he would die on the spot.

After about a cup of tea, there was no sea water left on his body, and he looked at the pool not far away, feeling infinite longing.

As time passed, his body became more and more dry, as if it was about to crack.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he called softly: "Your Majesty, wake up quickly."

Of course it is impossible for a tyrant to understand what he said, but he only needs to hear his voice to understand what he means.

The tyrant did not move at all, he guessed that his voice should not have entered the tyrant's ears, and was about to raise his voice, when the tyrant suddenly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the tyrant got up immediately and sent him back to the pool.

He eagerly soaked his whole body before poking his head out, looking up at the tyrant standing by the pool.

Cong Ji hadn't slept well for a long time, and being watched like this, he wanted to hug the baby shark and sleep again, but he didn't move.

He stared at Wen Qi for a long time before saying, "I'll see you later."

After saying that, he went straight out of Danquan Hall, and then went to Bailu Hall.

Cong Lu was still asleep, he sighed, and said guiltily: "Luzhuer, I almost killed you just now, it was my fault."

He has been poisoned for seven years. Before that, even though his mind was controlled by bloodthirsty desire, he never had the intention to kill Cong Lu.

Not long ago, he not only wanted to kill Cong Lu, but even made a move.

If he hadn't stopped himself in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

The toxicity in his body was obviously getting stronger.

He didn't expect the toxicity to be so severe, he even naively thought that the toxicity would gradually weaken.

So far, Wen Qi is still effective, maybe in a few years, he will kill Wen Qi without hesitation.

If not...

Why don't he kill it by himself?So as not to implicate Cong Lu and Wen Qi.

He wasn't really afraid of death.

He suddenly wondered why he was so obsessed with immortality last year, probably because of that strange poison?

Before killing himself, he must plan a way out for Cong Lu and Wen Qi.

Cong Lu has no ability to survive alone, but who can protect Cong Lu for life?

Are you recruiting a son-in-law for Cong Lu?With his backing, the son-in-law would not dare to treat Cong Lu badly; if he passed away, how would the son-in-law treat Cong Lu?

As for Wen Qi, as a mermaid, Wen Qi can live in rare goods, and Wen Qi has no kung fu and no power, so he may not be able to protect himself.

If he bestows power on Wen Qi, will Wen Qi be able to keep his power after he dies?If Wen Qi can hold on, can he ask Wen Qi to take care of Cong Lu?

And who should inherit the throne?

Is it true that Cong Xun will inherit?Will Cong Lu treat Cong Lu and Wen Qi kindly?

If Cong Lu can recover, he is the best candidate to inherit the throne.

He racked his brains and couldn't think of a perfect solution, so he simply stopped thinking and continued to review the memorial.

On the other side, Wen Qi sat at the bottom of the pool, and said angrily: I am not your thing to warm your bed, why are you coming to see me later?

He didn't surface until dinnertime.

He stared at the door eagerly, and after a while, a waiter came in with a food table.

The waiter brought the food table to the poolside, and his clothes accidentally swept the soup bowl, the soup bowl was tilted, and half of the white jade shrimp soup spilled out, sticking to the woven leather.

Seeing this, the servant's face turned pale, and the other servant reminded: "Wipe it up quickly, don't let your majesty see it, or your head will not be safe, your majesty..."

He lowered his voice: "It is said that His Majesty almost killed the princess this morning..."

He didn't dare to say any more, but stroked his throat with two fingers.

Obviously, the tyrant almost killed the princess this morning.

There is only one princess in this palace, that is the younger sister of the tyrant, Cong Lu. If I remember correctly, Cong Lu was almost brought up by the tyrant, and she has a deep relationship with the tyrant's brother and sister.

A tyrant who is capable of murdering a younger sister who has a deep affection will not be able to become a wise king, even if his parents are both alive and everything goes well.

This cognition inexplicably made Wen Qishi unable to swallow. He stuffed all the food into his mouth indiscriminately, and after swallowing it with great effort, he stroked his swollen belly in a daze.

After a while, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know how many works of various schools of thought there were here, so he jumped up and arrived in front of the desk.

He was afraid of getting the book wet, so he reached out for a copy of "Wei Liao Zi" when his hands were dry.

"Wei Liao Zi" is a military book, he had never dabbled in military books before his lifetime, so he immediately read it with great interest.

However, he barely turned the third page, and the tyrant who used him as a bed warmer appeared.

It's really annoying.

He put on a submissive look on his face, and saluted the tyrant: Wen Qi has seen Your Majesty, Your Majesty is safe.

Cong Ji walked up to Wen Qi, and seeing Wen Qi holding a volume of "Wei Liao Zi" in his hand, he was a little surprised: "Didn't you always love story books? But you also love military books?"

Wen Qi replied rigorously: I have never dabbled in military books, and I have only read three pages now, so I can't say that I like or hate it.

Cong Ji has loved military books since he was a child, and the strategies in them are fascinating. Recently, he has been taking time to study military books every day.

He asked on a whim: "If you are the commander in chief, and the soldiers under your command don't want to train hard, what will you do?"

Wen Qi didn't know if Cong Ji was probing something with this question. After thinking about it, he asked: What kind of hard training is it?Is it beyond the range that ordinary people can bear?Is it necessary to practice hard for ten hours out of twelve hours a day?Will it deprive soldiers of sleep?

Cong Ji answered one by one: "Hard training is much harder than ordinary drills, but it is not beyond the range that ordinary people can bear. About seven to eight hours of hard training a day will not deprive soldiers of sleep."

Wen Qi said bluntly: As a soldier, his duty is to defend his family and the country, and he should follow the lead of the commander. If the soldiers under the commander do not want to train hard, they will disregard military discipline and behave laxly. If they still complain, it is even more unforgivable .If I were the commander in chief, I would make him correct his mistakes. If he can correct his mistakes, there is nothing good about it; if he cannot correct his mistakes, he can only make an example.

Cong Ji had previously inspected the three armies and personally killed one or four generals and their two lieutenants. It was because the three thorns not only refused to train hard, but complained about it, and encouraged others to stop training.

Wen Qi looks well-behaved and timid, but the aura of writing "kill one to warn others" cannot be underestimated.

Cong Ji clapped his hands and smiled: "What you want coincides with mine."

Wen Qi knew that Cong Ji must have killed someone again, so he secretly said: I don't want to coincide with you.

Cong Ji brushed Wen Qi's soft temples away with his fingertips, and then asked: "If you are not a mermaid, but a mortal, what should you do?"

Wen Qi said without hesitation: If I am physically strong, I should go for the martial arts exam; if I am weak, I should go for the Wenju exam.

Cong Ji praised sincerely: "I have ambition."