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

Cong Ji covered her lips and exchanged breath with Wen Qi.

Not long after, Imperial Physician Zhang brought Bizi Tang, and Cong Ji drank it all in one gulp.

Wen Qi licked and kissed Cong Ji's lips, tasting the taste of Bizi Tang.

He raised his hand to wrap around the back of Cong Ji's neck again, and after a while, his fingertips meandered downwards, gently kneading, and then bit Cong Ji's ear and said: "Husband, let's go to the Golden Luan Hall. "

"Okay." Cong Ji withdrew his fingers, put on his clothes, took another windbreaker, and wrapped Wen Qi tightly.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Wen Qi horizontally, moved his body, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the Golden Luan Hall.

He had never been to the Golden Luan Hall in the middle of the night. The huge Golden Luan Hall was divided into two halves by the silver light, half of which was flowing with silver light, and the other half was in darkness.

He held Wen Qi in one hand, and tore off the wind fur from Wen Qi's body with the other, and spread it on the throne, before putting Wen Qi down.

Then, he palmed the wind together and closed the palace door.

Wen Qi looked around and said to Cong Ji: "Husband, light the candle, I want to look more carefully."

Cong Ji did not object, and after lighting the candles, all the carved beams and painted pillars, and the jade-staired courtyard were fully revealed.

Wen Qi hooked his fingertips towards Cong Ji, licked/licked his lips and said, "Come here, Your Majesty, I have been waiting for a long time."

As soon as Cong Ji's fingertips touched Wen Qi's, Wen Qi grabbed him.

As soon as Wen Qi exerted force, Cong Ji hugged him cooperatively.

"On weekdays, His Majesty sits on the throne, and the humble minister stands under the jade steps. Today, it is rare for the humble minister to lie on the throne. It is very novel." Wen Qi was standing near the gate of the palace due to his low rank. , he pointed to the place where he usually stood, and vowed, "Your Majesty, sooner or later, I will get here from there."

——The place he was referring to was the place where Zaifu stood.

"I'm looking forward to it very much." Cong Ji said irrefutably, "After you get here and practice for a while, I will set up a phoenix seat next to the throne to rule the world with you."

"Add one more finger." Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "When the time comes, if I am competent, I will not refuse."

"Zi Tong will be able to do it, I will wait and see." Cong Ji lowered his head to kiss Wen Qi's Adam's apple, causing Wen Qi to raise his head.

After a long time, Wen Qi finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Husband, how about copulation?"

Cong Ji pushed back Wen Qi's damp temple hair, and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid I'll hurt Zi Tong again."

"So what? If your husband doesn't have sex with me, will you just stand by and watch me suffer?" Wen Qi asked, "Don't my husband think that doing that is extremely cruel to me?"

Seeing that Cong Ji remained silent, he threatened: "Master, do you want me to take it myself? I'm afraid I can't control my strength well, and the injury will be worse."

When the words fell, he clasped Cong Ji's right wrist, stared at the moisture on it and said, "I remember that Your Majesty didn't use so much balm."

The implication is that he is already ready for mating.

Cong Ji analyzed the pros and cons, and had to say: "Zi Tong, don't move around."

"Yeah." Wen Qi looked straight at Cong Ji, took a breath, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

Cong Ji clasped Wen Qi's fingers with one hand, and protected the back of Wen Qi's head with the other to prevent Wen Qi from hitting his head.

While advancing and retreating, he kept asking Wen Qi: "How?"

Wen Qi kept replying, "It doesn't hurt."

Drowsy, he suddenly felt a group of ministers standing underneath.

He was ashamed immediately, and when he took a closer look, there was no one there, only the flickering candle.

"Husband..." He traced Cong Ji's eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, and suddenly remembered that he had first met Cong Ji in this Golden Palace.

At that time, he was imprisoned in a cage with bruises all over his body, while Cong Ji stood outside the cage. Although Cong Ji was extremely handsome at that time, he had a gloomy aura, which disappeared without a trace before he knew it. .

Cong Ji in front of him is full of gentleness, but Cong Ji above the court hall has been accumulating power for a long time, making people dare not look at him directly.

At that time, he was startled and frightened, thinking that he was about to be dismantled by Cong Ji; now, he is having a skin-to-skin relationship with Cong Ji, sitting on the throne that only emperors can reach.

Cong Ji heard Wen Qi call himself "Husband", and said narrowly, "Why didn't Zitong call me 'Your Majesty'?"

"Because..." Wen Qi covered his eyes, "Because I would feel ashamed."

Cong Ji said maliciously: "I should have brought the court clothes for Wen Aiqing, and then put them on for Wen Aiqing."

"No." Wen Qi protested, "My husband is not allowed to bully me."

Cong Ji planted a kiss on Wen Qi's forehead: "Forget it, I won't bully Zitong anymore."

Wen Qi opened his fingers and revealed a pair of eyes: "Husband gave up so easily?"

Cong Ji couldn't help laughing and said, "Zi Tong wants to push it halfway?"

Wen Qi said solemnly: "Why not push it halfway?"

"It's all right, Zi Tong will wait a moment." Cong Ji tidied himself up, pointed his toes, and went back to the bedroom, taking his and Wen Qi's court clothes. "

After Cong Ji put on court clothes for himself, he put on court clothes for Wen Qi.

Wen Qi regretted it instantly, it was really too shameful.

"Wen Aiqing." Cong Ji said softly, "How does Wen Aiqing want to be treated by me?"

"My minister wants to be soiled by His Majesty." Wen Qi's heart throbbed, his face flushed, and he tugged at Cong Ji's sleeve, "Husband, don't bully me."

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi's right hand, and suddenly remembered that when he went to visit Cong Xun, Cong Xun grabbed his sleeve, and he didn't let go of his hand until he left. Did Cong Xun take the opportunity to poison?

But if the poison entered his body through the wound because he accidentally cut his finger by "Tao Mian", and when he visited Cong Xun, there was no exposed wound on his body, even if Cong Xun took the opportunity to poison him, he should not Will it have any effect on him, or maybe the poison has been redeveloped by Cong Shui?

Seeing that Cong Ji was thinking, Wen Qi opened his mouth and bit Cong Ji's wrist in dissatisfaction.

Cong Ji came back to his senses, and explained: "I'm sorry, I remembered that Ah Xun once pulled my sleeves, I wonder if Ah Xun was poisoned at that time."

Wen Qi let go of Cong Ji's wrist, and thought: "Cong Xun must have never learned the method of poisoning? Then, if he poisons, he can only put it on the husband's regular clothes, otherwise, he would have been discovered by him. "

"But the regular clothes have been washed, so I'm afraid we won't be able to detect whether they've been poisoned." Cong Ji lowered his body and said inarticulately, "Zi Tong, don't think about it anymore, the most important thing right now is to get through it safely." Breeding period."

Wen Qi trembled all over, rubbed Cong Ji's hair and said, "Husband, I am happy with you."

Cong Ji responded: "Zi Tong, I am also pleased with you."

Wen Qi stared down at Cong Ji, his fingers crossed Cong Ji's cheek, and landed on Cong Ji's court clothes.

He and Cong Ji are both husband and wife, as well as monarchs and ministers, which is actually a blessing he has practiced for thousands of years.

Cong Ji's Adam's apple squirmed, and then, he carefully soiled Wen Qi's court clothes.

The imperial seat was far less comfortable than the imperial couch and was not long enough, so that neither he nor Wen Qi could straighten his feet. Therefore, after more than two hours, Cong Ji carried the half-asleep and half-awake Wen Qi back to the bedroom.

After bathing himself and Wen Qi, he held Wen Qi's waist and carefully recalled whether there was anything weird about Cong Xun.

However, he couldn't figure out why.

Cong Xun also did it when he was young.

Wen Qi glanced at his embarrassing court clothes, which were already filthy.

He buried his head in Cong Ji's arms, and fell into a deep sleep when he was young.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi for a while, and then sent for Doctor Yang to come and order him to stand outside the door and report Cong Xun's condition to him.

Imperial Physician Yang said respectfully: "Your Majesty, His Highness Sixth Highness is still suffering from high fever and has not improved."

"Back off." Cong Ji was full of doubts: Was this high fever intentional?

According to last year's experience, the first three days of the breeding season were menacing, so he stayed away from the court for three days and guarded Wen Qi every step of the way.

Wen Qi sleeps and wakes up, and when he wakes up, he either talks to Cong Ji, or asks Cong Ji to carry the twins.

Cong Ji would apply medicine to Wen Qi every day, but unfortunately, to no avail, the wound not only did not heal, but a new wound was added.

On the fourth day, Cong Ji just went to court. He sat on the throne, looked at the place where Wen Qi usually stood, and thought of himself and Wen Qi on the throne, and his heart was full of secret joy.

The courtiers saw that Cong Ji seemed to be smiling. Some people speculated whether Wen Qi was happy again, so he was absent from the early court, and some people speculated whether Cong Ji had come up with some new punishments.

When Cong Ji got down to the court, he went to hug the twins, and sent all the memorials to the bedroom.

He carried the twins to the imperial couch, and played with them for a while with Wen Qi before he began to review the memorial.

Twins currently only call "Daddy" and "Father" non-stop.

After a cup of tea, he was afraid that Wen Qi would be tired, so he carried the twins back to the Danquan Hall and was led by the wet nurses.

Wen Qi wanted to deal with official business, but after being rejected by Cong Ji, he had to lie on Cong Ji's lap and read the script to relieve boredom.

Looking at it, he felt that Cong Ji was much more interesting than the script, so he sometimes put his slightly cool hands into Cong Ji's skirt to keep warm, sometimes penetrated into Cong Ji's sleeve, stroked Cong Ji's arm, and sometimes licked Cong Ji's arm. A loose leather belt around Cong Ji's waist makes the leather belt bounce on Cong Ji's body, and sometimes plays with the ribbon hanging from Cong Ji's waist...

Cong Ji was both helpless and sweet: "Zi Tong, is this really boring?"

"This is nothing compared to my husband." Wen Qi yawned lazily, "I will stop making trouble with my husband, and my husband should work hard to fix it."

After nightfall, as Wen Qi's punishment for interrupting his review of the memorial, Cong Ji took a clean wolf hair, used Wen Qi's body as rice paper, and slowly drew on it.

Wen Qi obediently let Cong Ji play tricks on her, pursing her lips, her whole body flushed.

How can Cong Ji hold on?After a while, he abandoned Lang Hao and kissed Wen Qi instead.

Another six days, Wen Qi's breeding period is finally over, this time the breeding period has a total of ten days, which is two days less than the last time.

The wounds on Wen Qi's lips and the inner wall of his mouth have healed completely, but as expected, the wounds aggravated, so he had to continue to rest in bed.

And Cong Ji is the same as during the reproduction period, except for the early dynasty, he will always be with Wen Qi.

At the same time, Cong Xun still had a high fever, and he was unconscious for almost eleven and a half hours out of twelve hours a day. Many precious medicinal materials were like mud cows entering the sea, and they were useless.

Today is February 26th, and Cong Xun has had a high fever since February [-]th, and it has been a full [-] days, which is too long.

However, the squirrels kept in the cage and kept in the Sizheng Palace did not show any abnormalities, they just gained weight.

Two days later, that is, on February 28, before Cong Ji came down to the court, Cong Xun's valet suddenly came to report: "Your Majesty, the Sixth Highness is about to lose it!"