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

Cong Lu said modestly: "Brother Huang is too famous."

Cong Lu's reaction was exactly the same as two hours ago, but there was a golden osmanthus protruding from her sleeve. When this golden osmanthus was picked by Cong Ji, it was full of stamens, but now the golden osmanthus is no longer visible. The stamens are gone, only the drooping bay leaves remain.

Two hours ago, after Cong Lu said this, Cong Ji suggested to her to go outside to breathe.

Cong Ji obviously had a sudden whim, and this month is already the [-]th, the sunny days are not limited to today, it is obvious that the chief messenger has been planning for a long time, and the assassin has been in ambush for a long time.

As for Cong Xun, Cong Xun was seventeen years old and was not crowned king. He lived in the palace and was still studying in the Chongwen Museum with the children of the clan.

The place where he and Cong Lu were assassinated was the only way for Cong Li to go to Chongwen Museum, and the time when he and Cong Lu were assassinated was also a fixed time for Cong Li to go to Chongwen Museum.

But Cong Xun was not very close to him, so why did he defend him against arrows?

In order to please him, seek a future?

Or maybe Cong Xun was not out of utilitarianism, but simply to save his life?

He thought about it, but couldn't understand it.

Seeing that Cong Ji was lost in thought, Cong Lu said empathetically, "Brother Huang, if you have something to do, just go, you don't have to stay with me here."

Cong Ji was worried about Cong Lu, and sent someone to send a memorial that had not been approved in time.

Among them, the memorial of the magistrate of Yanzhou made him worry unceasingly. Not only did the incident in Yanzhou not subside, but the number of victims of the uprising increased from thousands to tens of thousands.

After a while, a servant boldly said: "Your Majesty, do you want to pass on the meal?"

Cong Ji didn't feel hungry, and after being reminded like this, he said: "Pass the meal, I will eat with the princess."

Cong Lu paused with the right hand holding the embroidery needle: "Brother Huang, I already had breakfast before a cup of tea, Brother Huang can use it by himself."

Cong Ji explained: "It's not breakfast, it's time for lunch now."

Cong Lu opened her eyes wide, and her red lips parted slightly: "I was confused."

Not long after, lunch was served.

After Cong Ji and Cong Lu finished their lunch, Cong Ji continued to review the memorial, while Cong Lu continued to embroider.

Until the third quarter of Xu time, Cong Jifang finished reviewing all the memorials.

Cong Lu had already fallen into a deep sleep, Cong Ji raised his hand to stroke Cong Lu's hair, and tucked the brocade quilt for Cong Lu before leaving the Bailu Palace.

The night was as cool as water, and Cong Ji stepped on the moonlight, suddenly feeling sad.

He has worked so hard to ascend to the throne and wield supreme power, but he seems to have gained nothing.

He went straight to the Imperial Medical Office, but Cong Xun was still unconscious.

After he left the Imperial Medical Office, he wanted to go back to the bedroom to rest, but his body was involuntarily taken to the Danquan Hall by his feet.

As soon as he stepped into the Danquan Hall, he saw Wen Qi, who was half floating on the surface of the pool, with his elbows resting on the shore, holding a book in his hand, with a serious expression.

He immediately remembered the scene of Wen Qi being hugged by the guards during the day, and an unknown fire arose in his heart.

He walked quickly in front of Wen Qi, and then grabbed Wen Qi's wrist, and as soon as he exerted force, Wen Qi fell into his arms immediately.

Wen Qi was concentrating on studying "Wei Liao Zi", when he was caught off guard, he was taken aback, and then raised his head to look up.

It was Cong Ji who came into view. Cong Ji had no expression on his face, but showed a sense of world-weariness for no reason.

Wen Qi met His Majesty.

Wen Qi greeted Cong Ji, and was hugged by Cong Ji obediently without saying a word.

Wen Qi's breath reassured Cong Ji. After a long time, he thought that he hadn't checked how Wen Qi's scars were recovering for many days, so he reluctantly let go of Wen Qi.

Cong Ji's eyes spread down, causing Wen Qi's mind to resound Cong Ji's words: "How? Is it comfortable?"

He subconsciously covered his lower body with the "Wei Liao Zi" in his hand, and then looked at Cong Ji pretending to be calm.

Cong Ji inspected the rest of Wen Qi's skin, and at the end, opened "Wei Liao Zi".

Wen Qi thought that Cong Ji's intentions were wrong, but Cong Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it: "You obediently prescribed the medicine for yourself on time, I am very happy."

He still didn't understand why Cong Ji was obsessed with his scars, so he simply asked directly: If there are scars on my body, will it affect the taste?

At the beginning, Cong Ji really only regarded Wen Qi as a mermaid that he could eat. The difference from other herrings, crucian carp, carp... was that Wen Qi might make him immortal.

But because Wen Qi could give him peace, he decided to give up eating Wen Qi. Gradually, he no longer regarded Wen Qi as an ingredient, but planned to cultivate Wen Qi as much as possible.

Asked by Wen Qi, he rubbed Wen Qi's hair and said helplessly: "Didn't I promise you not to kill you long ago? Why don't you believe it?"

Wen Qi never thought that Cong Ji could be trusted. As a tyrant, it was common for him to be moody.

But Cong Ji in front of him seemed to be credible, so that his judgment of himself was shaken.

In order to prove his credibility, Cong Ji removed the iron ring and chain from Wen Qi's waist.

After losing the cover of the iron ring, he realized that Wen Qi's waist had been worn out, with traces of bright red oozing out, and it was slightly swollen.

He originally thought that Wen Qi's body was flawless, but unexpectedly, a new injury was added.

Last time, Cong Ji untied my iron ring and iron chain, the purpose was to replace it with a shorter iron chain to further restrict my movement, but this time it was to replace it with a shorter iron chain, which would further restrict my movement. Further restrict my movement?

I have murderous intentions towards Cong Ji, could it be that Cong Ji saw through it?

Wen Qi was full of anxiety, and was suddenly questioned by Cong Ji: "Your waist has been worn out, why didn't you report it to me?"

He asked back as a matter of course: Why should I report it to His Majesty for such a trivial matter?

For him, unfortunately, he fell into the hands of the tyrant, and he was lucky to survive. He didn't think that such a small injury would make the tyrant feel pity.

"From now on, even if it is a trivial matter, as long as it concerns you, you must report to me." Cong Ji took the ointment that was placed on the shelf, dipped it with his fingertips, and smeared it for Wen Qi .

Under the waist is the thing that Cong Ji once kneaded, and Wen Qi felt that his body was burning hot.

That thing seems to have tasted the marrow and tasted it, and it is about to move.

He reached out and grabbed the ointment, pretending to be calm and said: I'll do it myself.

Afraid of offending Cong Ji, he added: Wen Qi came from a humble background, how dare he bother His Majesty?

Cong Ji didn't get angry, but sighed and said, "You should respect and love yourself, and don't think that you come from a humble background."

It's just rhetoric, Wen Qi never thinks that he has a humble background, whether it is the self before his death or the current self.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel joyful: Thank you, Your Majesty, for your reminder. From today on, Wen Qi should respect himself and love himself.

"That's good." Cong Ji saw that Wen Qi covered his lower body with "Wei Liao Zi" with one hand, and applied medicine with the other, without asking.

After applying the medicine, Wen Qi waited for Cong Ji to restrain him again, but Cong Ji sent someone to bring seaweed, wiped his hands, and then pinched a trace of green and sent it to his lips.

He had never tasted seaweed before. After taking a bite, he immediately moved his index finger and ate the whole plate of seaweed.

Seeing this, Cong Ji said with a smile: "At dusk, this seaweed was just delivered to the palace, about ten catties, and it was chilled. If you like it, I will send someone to send fresh seaweed."

This tyrant was just now showing a sense of world-weariness, but now he has turned into pure gentleness.

Wen Qi was extremely confused, thanked him, and touched his belly again.

Seeing that it was getting late, Cong Ji bid farewell to Wen Qi, "Mei Shan."

Wen Qi glanced at the iron rings and chains that had been discarded on the woven leather, and then looked at Cong Ji's back, in disbelief.

Was the tyrant really going to loose his shackles?

Cong Ji walked ten steps, turned around suddenly, and then came to Wen Qi's side again, and then looked down at Wen Qi from a high position.

This tyrant should have forgotten just now?

Wen Qi closed his eyes, and let go.

Unexpectedly, Cong Ji actually warned: "Wen Qi, you must work hard."

When the voice fell to the ground, the tyrant had already left the Danquan Hall.

Wen Qi was full of doubts, and saw the guards take away the iron ring and chain.

The next day, when he woke up, he was keenly aware that the number of guards inside and outside the Danquan Hall had increased a lot.

Did the tyrant do this to prevent him from escaping?

That being the case, why did the tyrant loose his shackles?

Your heart is really unpredictable.