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

After Cong Ji finished speaking, he went to the soft couch and lay down.

The case of selling officials to sell nobles was complicated, and the minister of Dali Temple tried for three full hours, but failed to sort out the case.

The chief culprit, Mr. Wang, had already died by his sword. Before he took action, he carefully interrogated Mr. Wang. In order to save his life, Mr. Wang knew everything. He confessed that there were as many as a hundred people who bought officials, all of whom had been dismissed and ordered to follow the law. The three accomplices he confessed are under trial.

Before the incident, Mr. Wang worshiped the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, was a third grader, and liked to look for flowers and ask willows. He claimed that it was a moment of brain fever, so he came up with a way to use his position to get a entanglement.

Among Mr. Wang's nine clans, the highest official position is his uncle, who is the Duke of the state and follows the first rank.

Wang Guogong has always cherished feathers, so it should have nothing to do with the case of selling officials and vending nobles.

After Mr. Wang was executed by him, Wang Guogong stayed behind closed doors. It was reported that he was either taking care of his eldest grandson or studying the chess game.

For ordinary wealthy households, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, who is the third grade, is aloof and unattainable.

Therefore, those who want to buy an official must have connections in order to contact Mr. Wang and buy an official position from Mr. Wang.

As for this road, it must be paved with gold and silver.

A petty official with no rank needs a hundred taels of silver, but only [-]% is left in the hands of Mr. Wang.

The accomplices are those who act as doormen. He still doesn't know how many people there are, but he only knows that one of them is the nephew of the Empress Dowager Zhou.

Apart from the case of selling officials and nobles, there is still Yanzhou's worries. The assassination four days ago gave him a headache.

The rest of the political affairs are not worth mentioning compared with these three.

So far, the flood in Yanzhou has been eliminated, but the uprising has intensified.

He didn't want blood to flow into rivers. At first, he ordered the magistrate of Yanzhou to appease him, promising to rebuild the destroyed houses and compensate for the submerged crops. If a relative died, he could also receive funeral expenses...

A series of policies did not work. Instead, the lions opened their mouths, and if they were not satisfied, they would set up land and establish a country.

Therefore, he had to send troops to suppress it, further confirming his reputation as a tyrant.

The leader of the rebel army was quite cunning, and for a while, he was unable to completely suppress him.

Yanzhou was flooded first, and the flood was fierce, resulting in countless floating corpses. Later, the survivors became disaster victims. Plague?

He pressed his temples and looked up, only to see that Wen Qi was still standing on the shore, with the lower part of the shark's tail touching the woven leather, and it seemed that he was struggling.

So, he said to Wen Qi: "Go to sleep quickly, if you feel drowsy when you listen to the lecture tomorrow, be careful of the teacher's board."

Wen Qi inexplicably wanted to be embraced by Cong Ji, and when he tasted the scorching body temperature, he felt that he was indeed bewitched.

Then, he jumped into the water. Due to restlessness in his mind, he didn't control his posture and strength well, so that after a little sea water was stirred up, he couldn't return to the pool, but splashed on Zhipi and Cong Ji's face not far away. on.

He raised his head, looked at the water-stained leather, and then looked at Cong Ji.

Cong Ji originally thought that Wen Qi did it on purpose, but seeing Wen Qi's panicked look, he said generously: "It's okay, go to sleep."

Seeing Cong Ji's gentle attitude, Wen Qi boldly asked: I heard that there was a flood in Yanzhou, what's the situation now?

He couldn't ask Cong Ji to help him find his sister. Although Cong Ji promised not to tear him apart, if Cong Ji changed his mind...

He died as soon as he died, and he should not implicate his sister.

Maybe Cong Ji wouldn't help him at all.

Therefore, he can only inquire about the situation in Yanzhou, hoping that his sister will be safe and sound.

If he is lucky enough to be free one day, he will go to Yanzhou to find his sister.

Cong Ji asked without answering, "Why do you care about Yanzhou?"

Wen Qi hadn't turned his feet yet, and there were many servants and guards guarding him, so he couldn't get out of the Danquan Hall at all. Where did he hear that Yanzhou was flooded?

Is it from the servants and guards?Is it from Cong Sie's mouth?Or from Yu Zhengyang's mouth?

Wen Qibi said lightly: I once fell into the hands of the son of a family in Yanzhou, was locked in a cage by him, and was forced by him to produce pearls in the market.

Cong Ji sighed: "Do you hope that the son of the aristocratic family will die in this flood?"

Even though Wen Qi didn't experience those years personally, every time he thinks about it, he can't help being afraid, like a gangrene, once he thinks about it, he will cause trouble.

Seeing Wen Qi trembling, Cong Ji got up from the soft couch, walked to the pool, clasped Wen Qi's wrist, and exerted force to make Wen Qi come out of the pool. He then stroked Wen Qi's back and comforted him: I'm afraid, I won't allow anyone to hurt you at all."

Wen Qi got into Cong Ji's arms subconsciously, and stretched out his hands to wrap around Cong Ji's waist.

Cong Ji's body was so hot that he seemed to be able to boil his cool blood.

He was a little dazed, and suddenly felt a change in the scales on his lower body.

He regained his composure, stripped his whole body from Cong Ji's arms, and then said frankly: "He whips me every day, how can I not hate him?"I just hope he doesn't end well.

No wonder Wen Qi has so many scars on his body.

Wen Qi has always been well-behaved and forbearing. Cong Ji has never seen Wen Qi with raging anger in his eyes. He suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He raised his hand and pressed Wen Qi's back, and Wen Qi threw himself into his arms .

Wen Qi is clearly a mermaid, but it fits perfectly with his body.

He stared at Wen Qi and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Wen Qi met Cong Ji's gaze: As long as I tell His Majesty, will Your Majesty help me?

Cong Ji said without thinking: Tell me.

Wen Qi fell into a trance, he actually thought that this tyrant could be relied on and trusted.

I... His fingertips paused, and I begged His Majesty to find out the son of the family. If you are born, you must see the man, and if you die, you must see the corpse.

——If the son of the aristocratic family is still alive, he may be able to find out the whereabouts of his sister from his mouth.

Cong Ji didn't respond immediately, but said: "If you promise me one thing, I will find out the son of the family, whether it is a corpse or a living person."

Wen Qi didn't have anything long on his body, and Cong Ji pressed his back and held him in his arms. He thought that Cong Ji would ask him to sleep with him.

The white skin on his upper body instantly turned red, and the indigo sharktail on his lower body reflected each other, making him incomparably gorgeous.

His hair was also indigo blue, wet, softly sticking to his body, half covering his heart, giving birth to a sense of obscenity for no reason.

His eyes were a little lighter, as if filled with a vast ocean, and at this moment, his eyes flickered.

He looked at Cong Ji timidly: "Your Majesty, it's not that Wen Qi has broken his sleeves and doesn't want to sleep with him."

Cong Ji said seriously: "I know that you are not broken, and I also know that you don't want to sleep in. Don't misunderstand me, I will not force you to sleep in."

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "What does Your Majesty want Wen Qi to agree to?"

"I want you to promise me to work hard." Cong Ji brushed away the wet hair on Wen Qi's face, and said word by word, "Become a famous minister of a generation."

Wen Qi said in astonishment: I have limited talent, and I'm afraid I won't be able to become a famous official of a generation.

"Don't be self-effacing. The Tai Tuo praises your intelligence. Given time, you will become a great weapon." Cong Ji promised, "I will do my best to help you."

During his lifetime, Wen Qi had always hoped that his health would get better, that he could pass the imperial examination, be able to go to the imperial court, and win the favor of the people.

However, until his cousin tried to usurp the throne and was strangled to death by his mother, his health did not improve at all.

The tyrant in front of him wants him to work hard and become a famous official of a generation. Could it be that he is playing tricks on him?

This tyrant once said that he was a piece of jade in the rough, and he wanted to carve it carefully, so he invited Yu Zhengyang to teach. If you want to play tricks on him, why bother?

Could it be that this tyrant is not playing tricks on him, but really thinks that he has the potential to become a famous minister?

For a moment, his mind was in a mess. Sometimes he felt that he was about to embark on an official career and fulfill his long-cherished wish, and sometimes he felt that the king's will was unpredictable, and he might be thrown into hell by this tyrant.

Seeing Wen Qi's complex expression, Cong Ji could probably guess what Wen Qi was thinking, so he opened his lips and said, "If I want to harm you, you will have no power to resist, why don't you just trust me once."

What the tyrant said was right, he was still in the hands of the tyrant, and he let him take life or death.

Therefore, Wen Qi nodded and said: Wen Qi should do his best, and hope to live up to His Majesty and become a famous minister of a generation.

"That's good." Cong Ji asked again, "What clues do you have about the son of the family?"

Hearing this, the name of the son of the aristocratic family suddenly appeared in Wen Qi's mind: his surname is Qi, and his name is Yongshan.

Yongshan, it's really ironic.

There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, and then he put away the sneer, and said respectfully: Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, Wen Qi will never forget it.

"I will send someone to look for Qi Yongshan tomorrow." For Cong Ji, this is just a matter of effort.

He picked up Wen Qi horizontally, sent him into the pool, and rubbed Wen Qi's hair: "Mei Shan."

Seeing that Cong Ji turned around to leave, Wen Qi grabbed a corner of Cong Ji's clothes and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, won't you sleep with me tonight?"

When the words fell to the ground, he lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.

Cong Ji couldn't see Wen Qi's expression, and said softly: "You don't have to please me."

Immediately afterwards, he opened Wen Qi's fingers one by one, and then pulled out his corner coat.

Wen Qi is a mermaid, he should sleep in the water, if it is not necessary, he is not willing to embarrass Wen Qi.

Now that he was sane and emotionally stable, it was obviously unnecessary.

"Mei Shan." He returned to the soft couch, barely closed his eyes, and realized that Wen Qi was looking at him.

He ignored it and pretended not to know.

Wen Qi only showed a pair of eyes from the water, and her hair was spread on the surface of the pool, like fine silk.

He didn't understand why he wanted to flatter Cong Ji so much just now. Not long ago, he even tried to assassinate Cong Ji. Cong Ji just promised him some benefits that he didn't know whether he could realize. Was he going to bow down?

It shouldn't be.

He's not a bed warmer.

He should pretend to be a snake, wait for the opportunity, and hit it with one blow, taking Cong Ji's life.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously clenched his fists tightly until it hurt, before he let go.

After that, he sank into the water, and as soon as he was submerged in the sea, he suddenly felt that his limbs and bones were soaked in cold air, and he had to ask Cong Ji for warmth to be comfortable.

He warned himself not to be weak, forced himself to stay in the pool, and closed his eyes.

Half an hour later, he still didn't feel sleepy, but he suddenly heard footsteps.

He went upstream, poked his head out, and looked at the soft couch, Cong Ji had long since disappeared.

The good night is not over, did Cong Ji go to visit his concubine?

What did the concubine look like?Definitely fairer than snow, with an apricot face and peach cheeks, and an enchanting figure...

He forced himself not to think again, what did the appearance of the tyrant's concubine have to do with him?