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

After leaving the Fuxue Palace, Cong Ji immediately returned to the bedroom.

Wen Qi was crouching in the brocade quilt, flipping through the storybook, heard something moving, looked up, and saw Cong Ji, put down the storybook, opened his hands towards Cong Ji, and said coquettishly: "Husband, hug me!" hug me."

Xingyue and Jiayue also often open their hands towards her, asking for hugs, and Wen Qi in front of him seems to be the same age as Xingyue and Jiayue.

Cong Ji thought of this, with a smile on his lips, walked to the imperial couch, and stretched out his arms to hug Wen Qi.

Wen Qihui hugged Cong Ji, put his chin on Cong Ji's left shoulder, and asked, "Did something difficult happen today? The memorial has already been delivered, but your husband is late."

Cong Ji said sadly: "Ah Fei has passed away."

No wonder Cong Ji's brows and eyes were slightly sad.

Wen Qi caressed Cong Ji's back and said, "Husband, my condolences."

"I'm fine." Cong Ji raised his head and kissed Wen Qi's forehead, "I'll give you medicine."

"Yeah." Wen Qi consciously took off his obscene pants and lay down on the imperial couch.

Although layers and layers of scabs had grown from the wound, Wen Qi would still shudder when Cong Ji touched it lightly.

Cong Ji washed his hands before dipping the ointment on his fingertips, and carefully applied the ointment to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi shrank in pain, his whole body was like a taut bow.

Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's curved spine while continuing to apply medicine to Wen Qi.

It took some effort before he retracted his fingers and wiped off the residual ointment on his fingertips with a brocade handkerchief.

Then, he put on obscene pants for Wen Qi, and took Wen Qi into his arms.

"Perhaps..." Wen Qi thought about his words and said after a long time, "Perhaps it is a blessing that Cong Li died of illness, otherwise, if Cong Li really has the intention to usurp the throne, how will the husband deal with him? Kill him? Husband I'm afraid I won't be able to do it; should I put him under house arrest? Not only is it against the law, but he will definitely not be willing, and may cause another storm."

"But if he was innocent, it would be a pitiful death." Cong Xun understood that Wen Qi's words were to comfort him, and he should accept Wen Qi's kindness, but he still couldn't get rid of this thought.

Wen Qi said apologetically: "I made a mistake, because my husband is only a younger brother of Cong Shang, and the Zhou family is not a kind person. I have prejudice against Cong Shang and regard him as a sinister and cunning person."

Having said that, he was relieved from the bottom of his heart, the suspicion of Cong Xun was still there, and now that Cong Xun died, Cong Ji should be safe and sound.

Cong Ji hurriedly said: "I didn't blame Zitong, I know that the death of Ah Xun does not prove his innocence."

"It's okay for my husband to blame me. After all, my husband is Cong Shang's elder brother, and I am not blood relatives with Cong Ji." Wen Qi stretched out his hand to cover the butterfly bone on Cong Ji's back, "My husband is gentle and soft-hearted. It’s only natural to be sad when you die.”

"I don't think I'm both gentle and soft-hearted." Cong Ji covered her lips, and the kiss made Wen Qi's eyes blurred and his face flushed.

Wen Qi regained his breath and retorted: "I think His Majesty is gentle and soft-hearted, that is, gentle and soft-hearted."

Cong Ji laughed and said: "If you tell other courtiers that I am gentle and soft-hearted, they will definitely think you are bewitched."

Wen Qi said solemnly: "Yes, I have been bewitched by my husband, and I will be haunted by my husband for the rest of my life."

Cong Ji happily said: "I am honored."

Wen Qi couldn't help pecking Cong Ji's lips: "Can I change the court clothes for my husband?"

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "No need, it's better for Zi Tong not to move around, so as not to affect the wound."

"Then husband, let me change your clothes in front of me." Wen Qi withdrew from Cong Ji's arms, lay down, resting his chin with his right hand.

Cong Ji did not refuse, and took off the court clothes in front of Wen Qi.

Wen Qi said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you take off the middle clothes and the obscene clothes together?"

Cong Ji was puzzled and said: "Normal clothes should be worn with middle clothes and obscene clothes."

Wen Qi inspected Cong Ji's tunic, and said in a delicate voice, "I want to see my husband take off the tunic and obscene clothes together."

Cong Ji asked suspiciously: "Hasn't Zi Tong seen it many times?"

"Can't you watch it again after watching it many times?" Wen Qi threatened, "My husband, please be more aware of current affairs, don't let me do it myself."

"Okay." Cong Ji took off the middle clothes and obscene clothes one by one, and took off the middle trousers and the obscene trousers in a timely manner.

"Husband really has a good look, too beautiful to behold." Wen Qi acted like a disciple, but the flush on his face that had not dissipated quietly spread to the roots of his ears. He immediately turned his head and said slanderously, "Husband knows that I am recuperating right now, why did you seduce me?"

Cong Ji said helplessly: "It is clearly Zitong who wants me to seduce Yu Zitong."

Wen Qi urged: "Husband, let's put on the regular clothes quickly."

After Cong Ji put on his regular clothes according to his words, Wen Qi grabbed his wrist and got on the imperial couch.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qi held Cong Ji's cheeks, and rubbed Cong Ji's eyebrows with his lips: "Is your husband more open?"

But it turned out that Wen Qi's frivolity was to make himself feel better.

"Don't worry about Zi Tong, I'm fine." Cong Ji added a soft cushion under Wen Qi's body.

Wen Qi rested his pillow on Cong Ji's shoulder, and said seriously, "Does Cong Xun have any last words?"

Cong Ji told Wen Qi exactly what Cong Shang said.

When Wen Qi heard the words, his heart ached: "My husband used to be a coolie."

Cong Jiman said indifferently: "It is true that I have worked as a coolie, but it is nothing special. What I have is strength, not hard work."

Cong Ji was originally the proud son of heaven, once he was abolished from the position of prince, he unexpectedly fell to this point.

Wen Qi sighed: "My husband has suffered a lot."

Cong Jiyun said calmly: "All the past has passed away. Since my mother passed away, I knew that one day I will be deposed as the crown prince by my father. I have already imagined the situation after being deposed as the crown prince." , I don’t think that being a coolie is suffering.”

"I understand that being a coolie is to survive, but I still feel that my husband is suffering." Wen Qi lowered his head and kissed Cong Ji's hands.

There were many scars on these hands, perhaps some of them were scars from being a coolie.

After kissing Cong Ji's hands, he raised his head and asked: "My husband is not someone who sits and waits to die. My husband was alone and helpless back then, and he had dew to support. It was not easy to regain the throne. Did you ever use it in the name of being a coolie?" , to recruit talents?"

Cong Ji said happily: "Zi Tong's words are right, and Zi Tong is indeed my confidant."

"I am not only my husband's confidant, but I also know him best in this world..." Wen Qi bit Cong Ji's earlobe, "My husband is a person with such a body."

He spoke boldly, but the roots of his ears turned redder.

"I am also the person who understands Zitong's body best in this world." Cong Ji was not satisfied, "I want to know more about Zitong's body."

Wen Qi buried his head in Cong Ji's heart, this time even the back of his neck was flushed.

When he was young, he calmed down, recalled what Cong Ji had just said, and then analyzed: "Because the treasury of Cong Ji is empty, I ask my husband not to waste people to participate in Ganoderma lucidum, which shows that he is a husband and is for the sake of the Southern Jin Dynasty; Killed the Zhou family with his own hands, and asked her husband to bury him next to the Zhou family's grave to show his filial piety; because of guilt in his heart, Cong Xun reported to his husband that the Zhou family had poisoned the "Tao Nian" to show that he had feelings for him. Brotherly love; Cong Lie also blessed the husband, me, Luzhuer, Xingyue and Jiayue. But the husband..."

He changed the subject: "How true and false what Cong Xun said?"

"When a person is about to die, his words are good. Ah Xun has no reason to lie, unless..." Cong Ji paused and looked into Wen Qi's eyes.

Four days later, that is, the fourth day of March, Cong Li's body was transported to Linyun, Zhou's ancestral grave.

Du Mingda was ordered by Cong Ji to bury Cong Shang's body next to Zhou's grave.

Before the burial, he deliberately confirmed Cong Xun's body. Due to the cold spring, there were not many corpse spots on the corpse, and the corpse smell was not serious.

He closed the lid of the coffin himself, and nailed the descendants' nails on the coffin himself, before ordering his subordinates to bury the coffin.

After the burial, he invited monks to save Cong Shui.

A day later, he returned to Beijing to return to his command.

On the seventh day of March, at night, two middle-aged men sneaked into Zhou's ancestral grave and arrived in front of Cong Xun's grave.

Then, the two dug out Cong Shang's coffin neatly, pulled out the descendant nails nailed to the coffin, and opened the coffin lid.

Then, one person buried the coffin again, and the other carried Cong Xun's body away.

Cong Xun's body was placed in a secret room. After the candle was lit, the room was filled with light, and the body was fully illuminated, with no corpse spots on it.

On the eighth day of March, at dawn, the body that was motionless moved its left index finger.

After a while, the corpse opened its eyes.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man dressed as a servant guarding the corpse was surprised and delighted and said, "Your Highness Sixth, you are finally awake."

Corpse——Cong Xun cleared his throat: "What day is March today?"

The servant replied: "Reporting to Your Highness Sixth, today is the eighth day of March."

In fact, when Cong Xun heard that Cong Ji died of serious injuries and that Wen Qi died in love, he didn't believe it. Cong Ji died too easily, and Wen Qi was pregnant. Even if he wanted to die in love, he should give birth to twins first. is.

The news that came after that repeatedly overturned his guess, making him gradually believe it.

But the facts proved that his guess was correct, Cong Ji and Wen Qi acted out a scene of feigning death.

Just in case, he buried gunpowder under the bedroom early in the morning.

Before "dying", he ordered people to ignite the fire/powder on the tenth day of the third lunar month.

He "died" on February 28, and must have been sent to Linyun on March [-]. Even if Cong Ji and Wen Qi survived by luck, he would not be suspected.

He didn't want to blow up Cong Ji, but it's a pity that the poison didn't make Cong Ji lose his mind, start a massacre, and blew himself up to death, otherwise, he would have already ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.

The poison has obviously been improved, but for some reason it is not effective.

Hope this time the gun/powder can take the lives of Cong Ji and Wen Qi.

When Cong Ji dies, the courtiers will support Xing Yue as the new emperor.

Yi Naiwazi is obviously much easier to deal with than Cong Ji.