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

On the second month after Cong Ji fully recovered, on the first day, the wind was sunny and the sky was clear and the air was clear. It was rare for one person and one shark to have little government affairs at hand, so they stole half a day of leisure in Fusheng, disguised themselves, and left the palace. go.

The couple passed by a bookstore and walked in.

Wen Qixin picked up a volume of stories called "Songshan Chronicles", unexpectedly, this "Songshan Chronicles" is a storybook of Longyang's love story.

He and Cong Ji are very affectionate, and he is infected with Cong Ji's aura from the inside to the outside, but "Songshan Zhi" still makes him feel like a drum.

He was about to put the "Records of Songshan" back, but unexpectedly, his hands trembled, and the "Records of Songshan" fell to the ground.

He bent down, but before he could pick it up, he was snatched away by a hand with a sword callus.

The owner of this hand is naturally Cong Ji. Cong Ji originally wanted to help Wen Qi pick up the script, but seeing Wen Qi's expression changed, he opened "Songshan Zhi".

He immediately whispered in his ear: "I have completely recovered, Zitong, when will I read the Longyang Love Story for me? When will I practice it together?"

Before Wen Qi made a sound, he asked himself and answered authentically: "It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day."

Seeing that Cong Ji's expression remained unchanged, Wen Qi glared at Cong Ji, and said shamelessly, "But I don't remember that I promised to read Longyang's love story book for my husband, let alone that I promised I want to practice it together with my husband.”

"Really?" Cong Ji supported Wen Qi's waist with one hand, and unfolded the script with the other, covering his and Wen Qi's faces.

Wen Qi still didn't know what Cong Ji wanted to do, and Cong Ji had already held his lower lip.

Cong Ji was neither slow nor ill, sometimes grinding Wen Qi's lips, and sometimes brushing Wen Qi's teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Wen Qi was out of breath, and slandered: This Cong Ji obviously has bad intentions, so he shouldn't kiss me here, and since he kissed me, he shouldn't make me anxious.

He tried his best not to respond to Cong Ji, nor to give in to Cong Ji.

After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, and stuck out the tip of his tongue.

Between the entanglement of lips and teeth, footsteps suddenly sounded.

—Someone must have entered this bookstore.

He was eager to push Cong Ji away, but his hands had no strength.

Cong Ji also heard the sound of footsteps, let go of Wen Qi, and said calmly: "Madam, do you agree?"

A scholar passed by a man and a shark. Hearing this, he said curiously: It is very rare for a husband to let his wife and daughter dress up as men, and bring him to the bookstore. I wonder what he wants his wife to agree to?From his expression, it can be seen that it should be an urgent matter, and his wife's answer may determine his life or death.

Wen Qisheng was afraid that Cong Ji would kiss him hard in front of the scholar, so he nodded, "I agree."

The scholar wondered why the little lady's voice was lower than the girl's, but she didn't make a sound.

After the pair of Bi people left, he realized that the place where they were standing just now was full of Long Yang's romantic stories, but it turned out that they were a pair of broken sleeves.

Since His Majesty has become addicted to broken sleeves, there are more and more broken sleeves. In the past, even if the broken sleeves were really in love with each other, both parties would marry wives and have children.

Nowadays, many people who have broken their sleeves are just like emperors and empresses.

In that room, Cong Ji took Wen Qi's hand to the shopkeeper, gave the shopkeeper ten copper coins, and bought the "Songshan Chronicle" that Wen Qi accidentally dropped.

After getting into the carriage, Cong Ji forced him to ask, "What did Zitong agree to me just now?"

Wen Qi said indignantly: "I have been married to Your Majesty for more than half a year, but I didn't know that Your Majesty is so despicable/despicable/obscene/low."

Cong Ji laughed and said, "No one has ever scolded me for being humble/despicable/obscene/bad, it's quite novel."

After saying that, he hugged Wen Qi, sucked/sucked Wen Qi's earlobe and said: "I am only humble/despicable/indecent/low to Zi Tong, and Zi Tong doesn't think that I never urge Zi Tong, and treat Zi Tong Is Tong too cold?"

Wen Qi's earlobe was sucked/sucked like this, and all of a sudden, he lost all momentum.

Seeing this, Cong Ji pressed forward step by step, "Zi Tong hasn't answered me yet."

Wen Qiqing climbed onto Cong Ji's shoulders uncontrollably, his eyes were full of affection, and he opened his lips and said, "I promise my husband to read the book of Long Yang's love story for my husband, and I also promise my husband to practice it."

Cong Ji let go of Wen Qi's earlobe, and said with satisfaction: "My Zitong is very cute."

Wen Qi angrily bit Cong Ji's side neck, and said harshly: "I am a man-eating shark, if my husband dares to provoke me again, I will swallow him alive."

"Swallow it alive..." Cong Ji smiled meaningfully, "Swallow it all alive, and then strip off the clothes alive?"

Wen Qi retorted: "That's not true, I ate all the bones and belts in my stomach."

Cong Ji couldn't wait to say: "I'm so happy."

After arriving at the bedroom, Cong Ji ordered no one to disturb him, then closed the door of the palace, carried Wen Qi to the imperial couch, and took off his shoes and clothes for Wen Qi with his own hands.

Immediately afterwards, he stuffed the "Songshan Chronicle" he bought not long ago into Wen Qi's hands, and urged: "Let's start."

Wen Qi opened this "Songshan Chronicle", and the words that entered the target were unreadable.

The reason why this Longyang Yanqing storybook is called "Songshan Chronicles" is because the protagonist was born in the family of Zhongming Dingshi in the Songshan area.

"Songshan Chronicle" tells the love history of the young master who is the protagonist.

He hesitated for a moment, then read helplessly: "This young master of the Ren family fell in love with the groom at home. It was night, and he ordered the groom to wait for him to take a bath. The groom had never tasted male sex, but he was seduced by him so that his blood rolled. After refusing to welcome him back, he finally made a good deal with the groom. The groom is strong, but he is already full of juice for a cup of tea. The groom took a piece of the champion cake that his mother gave him half an hour ago, and dipped it..."

He couldn't read it anymore, and begged Cong Ji for mercy: "Husband, can you stop reading?"

"Fine." Cong Ji said generously, "If you don't read it, then don't read it."

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and Cong Ji's question immediately entered his ears: "Does Zi Tong like the No. [-] Scholar Cake?"

He hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's better not to practice it."

But Cong Ji asked someone to take the champion cake, and said solemnly: "Zi Tong can start to eat me alive."

Seeing that his protest was ineffective, Wen Qi ignored Cong Ji.

After being kissed and coaxed by Cong Ji, he swallowed him alive according to Cong Ji's understanding of eating alive.

Cong Ji stretched out his hand, took a piece of the champion cake, and rubbed Wen Qi's heart with the champion cake.

Wen Qi trembled slightly, and after a long time, the shame had abandoned him.

Cong Ji dipped some juice on the Zhuangyuan cake, bit off a little of the Zhuangyuan cake, kissed Wen Qi's lips, and then sent the Zhuangyuan cake into Wen Qi's mouth.

Wen Qi was forced to eat the champion cake, which tasted very strange.

He rubbed Cong Ji's neck flatteringly and said, "It's unpalatable, can I stop eating?"

"Is it unpalatable? I think it is extremely delicious, that's all, Zi Tong will not eat it if he doesn't want to eat it." Cong Ji put down the champion cake and concentrated on pleasing Wen Qi.

Wen Qi hooked the back of Cong Ji's neck and offered her lips.

After the cloud and rain passed, Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's sweaty back and said, "I originally thought that the words in Long Yang's love story were exaggerated and made people sick. One-third of it failed to express."

Wen Qirou lay boneless on Cong Ji's chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't think the words in Longyang's Yanqinghua are exaggerated, but I think it's all nonsense. How can there be joy in the matter of cutting off the sleeves?" ?Especially for the recipient, it is tantamount to torture. After I got married with my husband, I realized that the author was not talking nonsense..."

He paused: "I used to be afraid of being forced to sleep by my husband because my servant flattered my husband and deliberately chose Longyang's love story book with me. I was worried every day, but now I want to sleep with me every day."

Cong Ji said regretfully: "If Zi Tong wants to sit in bed every day, I'm afraid I, the wise king, will be reduced to a foolish king."

Wen Qi clenched his fists and said, "Thank you husband for becoming a wise king, making my dream come true. But I am still an ordinary courtier, far from meeting my husband's expectations, I need to work harder."

If Wen Qi didn't have hickey marks all over his body, Cong Ji would definitely encourage Wen Qi, but right now he doesn't care about other things, he just wants to rub Wen Qi into his arms.

The author has something to say: The next episode is about New Year’s Eve, drinking and life issues