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

Before Cong Ji got out of the Danquan Hall, he suddenly felt that Wen Qi's eyes were scorching hot, wanting to pierce his body.

He searched his guts, and really didn't know what he could do to displease Wen Qi.

He turned his head and looked at Wen Qi. Wen Qi actually had a vicious look, which was much more vivid than his usual well-behaved look.

However, in the next breath, Wen Qifu became obedient again, and that vicious Wen Qi seemed to be just his illusion.

He returned to Wen Qi, lowered his body, and rubbed Wen Qi's hair: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: The tyrant didn't seem to notice that I was staring at him just now.

Then, he made a pitiful gesture: Wen Qi is just a mermaid, but thanks to His Majesty's pity, he can live on in this world. He is very content, how can he be unhappy?

Cong Ji didn't believe it at all: "If you are unhappy about anything, you must tell me."

I'm not happy with you being a concubine, and I'm not happy with your body being covered in powder and fragrance.

Wen Qi would not tell the tyrant, he obediently rubbed his forehead against the tyrant's palm: Your Majesty, Mei Shan.

Cong Ji said helplessly: I speak nicely to this Wen Qi, and this Wen Qi not only loses his temper, but also wants to drive me away.

I have to establish rules and teach this Wen Qi to understand that I am Daozu and he is just a fish.

Therefore, he reached out and clasped Wen Qi's shoulders, lifted Wen Qi out of the pool, then carried him to the soft couch, and hugged him into his arms.

Wen Qi was burning hot all of a sudden, and Cong Ji suddenly said, "Mei Shan."

Cong Ji's breath was hotter than Cong Ji's body, which made Wen Qi flustered and anxious to stay away from Cong Ji, but because Cong Ji clamped his waist, he couldn't break free.

Out of breath, he walked Cong Ji around for a while, ground his teeth quietly, and felt that there was no place he could not enter, especially the throat, if he bit down hard, he would definitely bite Cong Ji to death.

Although he didn't like the fragrance of makeup on Cong Ji's body, his hands hugged Cong Ji's waist involuntarily.

Because he was close to Cong Ji's body, through the brocade, he could feel Cong Ji's abdominal muscles on his lower abdomen, and his hands could also feel Cong Ji's psoas and back muscles, all of which were bulging.

In the script, Cong Ji is a master of the sword, no wonder his broad shoulders and narrow waist, well-proportioned muscles.

Are there countless scars embedded in Cong Ji's muscles?

He subconsciously hugged Cong Ji even tighter.

After a stick of incense, Cong Ji suddenly realized that the hair under his palms was dry, so he opened his eyes and sent Wen Qi back to the pool.

Wen Qi was caught off guard, took a sip of water, coughed for a long time, finally stopped, stared at Cong Ji aggrievedly and said: Your Majesty, where did Wen Qi displease His Majesty?

Is this the so-called feng shui turn?

Cong Ji stroked Wen Qi's forehead and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you would choke on water as a mermaid."

Wen Qi felt guilty for a while, and argued, "It was you who attacked me unexpectedly, and I accidentally choked on water."

Cong Ji asked puzzledly, "Is this considered a sneak attack?"

Wen Qi said forcefully: This is a sneak attack, not the work of a gentleman.

"Gentleman..." Cong Ji said expressionlessly, "I am a tyrant, not a gentleman."

Wen Qi breathed out tightly, and lowered his head to admit his mistake: Wen Qi spoke indiscriminately, I hope His Majesty will not blame you.

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "What did I blame you for? I am definitely not a gentleman."

Wen Qi had the courage to look up, and there seemed to be unresolved sadness on the brows of the tyrant in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, stroked Cong Ji's eyebrows and said: Your Majesty, do you want to be a gentleman?

Cong Ji refused firmly: "I don't want to."

He has struggled to control his desire to kill, and he can't be a gentleman.

"I am a tyrant, and I deserve to be scolded by thousands of people after I die." He was about to push Wen Qi's hand away, but Wen Qi grabbed his fingertips instead.

Wen Qi said earnestly: Why don't your majesty become a wise king and be famous in history?

How easy is it to become a Mingjun?

Cong Ji pulled out his fingertips unhurriedly, and said in a flat tone: "I can't become a wise king."

When the words fell to the ground, he didn't want to say any more, and walked away.

Since he was a child, he thought that after he became the throne, he would become a wise king, open up his voice, promote poor families, reduce taxes and taxes, and benefit the people.

He worked hard and worked hard, and what he learned by reading at night was the way to become a wise king, but until now, he could no longer become a wise king.

He knew that Wen Qi had no malicious intentions, but what Wen Qi said was tantamount to uncovering the wound he had deliberately forgotten, exposing his bleeding flesh and blood.

Seeing Cong Ji leaving in a flick of his sleeves, Wen Qi couldn't help being afraid.

Although Cong Ji was a tyrant, he had never been angry in front of him, but what he said just now obviously angered Cong Ji.

"Cong Ji..." He said the name of the tyrant that he couldn't even understand, feeling depressed.

The tyrant had been too gentle with him, and he had naively thought that he might be able to change the tyrant.

Sure enough, the tyrant has become a tyrant, and he is determined not to be a wise one again.

It would be better to kill the tyrant.

Thinking of this, he instinctively covered his heart.

The next day, Cong Ji ordered his guards to display the body of Wang Qin, the former Minister of Officials, found from the mass grave, in front of the Jinluan Hall.

Every courtier had to pass through Wang Qin's body if he wanted to enter the Golden Palace.

The stench of this corpse was overwhelming, and it should have been eaten by birds and beasts. It was beyond recognition, and one could barely see a little bit of Wang Tan's description when he was alive.

After the court, Cong Ji ordered the courtiers not to disperse, and personally stuffed the ghost-head knife used by the executioner into the hands of Mr. Chen, the censor doctor, and then calmly said: "Didn't Chen Aiqing say at the court yesterday that she would smash Wang Qin into thousands of pieces?" Hurry up and do it."

He said with a smile again: "My lords, look carefully, don't turn your eyes away."

Mr. Chen was forced to take over the Ghost Head Knife. The Ghost Head Knife was very heavy. He was carrying it with difficulty, but accidentally, the tip of the knife fell down and stuck between the ribs of the corpse.

He was eager to lift the Ghost Head Knife, but the tip of the knife got stuck and did not move at all.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the ghost knife from between the ribs, let alone smash the corpse into thousands of pieces.

He was sweating profusely in anxiety, fearing that he would offend the tyrant, he had to continue to exert force, causing tiny pieces of flesh to fall continuously.

All the courtiers dared not look away, their faces were all pale.

Mr. Chen still remembered the appearance of this tyrant when he was young. At that time, the tyrant was precocious, humble, and taught others not to find any faults. He thought that he would witness the growth of a generation of wise kings.

However, unknowingly, the well-educated young man degenerated into a cruel and innocent tyrant.

If Cong Ji wanted to frighten these courtiers and make them think evil together, he would think of Wang Tan.

Therefore, even though he couldn't bear Mr. Chen's heart, he didn't say anything.

After a while, he raised his voice and said: "Forget it, Chen Aiqing is old, let Ling Aiqing, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, come over instead."

Master Ling who was called out tremblingly walked out from among the courtiers.

Master Chen felt relieved, let go of the handle of the knife, and backed away again and again.

Master Ling was only a few years old, and with some effort, he successfully pulled out the ghost knife from between the ribs of the corpse.

He was on good terms with Wang Qin, although he didn't know about Wang Qin's prostitution, but he was afraid that the tyrant would be suspicious of him, so he slashed at the corpse three times in a row.

The internal organs of the corpse had already begun to rot. After the three cuts, more than half of the internal organs were exposed, forcing some courtiers who could not bear the stench to vomit.

Cong Ji's complexion did not change, and after Master Ling had slashed three more times, he said, "That's all."

"I obey." Lord Ling stepped aside.

Cong Ji summoned the guards and gave the order: "Send this Wang Qin's body to the market so that the common people can take a good look at it."

He did this to tell the people that as the emperor of the dynasty, he must severely punish corrupt officials.

The guard took the order, and the body was carried away immediately.

Cong Ji said kindly, "Your Excellencies have worked hard, let's go away."

The courtiers scrambled to leave, leaving only Dali Temple Minister Shen Xinyi.

Cong Ji said indifferently: "What do you want to report?"

Shen Xinyi cupped her hands and said, "Your Majesty, the three accomplices have all confessed."

"That's good." Cong Ji walked ahead, "I will go to Dali Temple with Shen Aiqing."

As soon as they arrived at Dali Temple, the two went straight into the cell.

Cong Ji looked at the three tortured accomplices and said, "Tell me again what you know."

The three accomplices naturally knew everything and said everything.

After hearing this, Cong Ji said generously, "I will spare your lives for the time being, and it will not hurt your family."

After leaving Dali Temple, he looked up at the Golden Crow, and thought to himself: The Zhou family has to be eliminated.

Because Wen Qi poked the sore spot, he didn't see Wen Qi for five days.

On the sixth day, while he was sitting on the throne, the evil spirit dormant in his body suddenly surged up.

"Let's go to court, and we'll play it tomorrow if we have something to do." He hurried back to the Sizheng Hall and ordered Qin Xiao to bring a death row prisoner.

After a while, the death row prisoner was brought by Qin Xiao.

After Qin Xiao stepped back, he stared at the death row prisoner, and the crimes of the death row prisoner emerged in his mind: forcing his wife into prostitution, forcing his wife and daughter to sell themselves for gambling money.

While drinking Biluochun, he asked, "What's wrong with your wife and daughter?"

The death row prisoner didn't answer, but kept crying and begging.

Cong Ji raised his foot to overturn the condemned prisoner, then stepped on his heart, and asked again: "What's wrong with your wife and daughter?"

The condemned prisoner's face was full of tears, because he had been imprisoned for more than a year, he looked almost unrecognizable.

He replied naturally: "They are all the property of the grassroots, and they have the original capital. Shouldn't they make good use of it to earn silver taels for the grassroots?"

Cong Ji shouted: "A bastard like you shouldn't be a husband or a father, he should be killed!"

A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the death row prisoner's throat, when the body fell to the ground, Cong Ji was still drinking Biluochun, as if he hadn't killed anyone just now.

It's just that the "ten steps" placed beside him has been dyed red.

He took another sip of Biluochun before taking the brocade handkerchief and wiping the "ten steps" clean.

At this time, the new corpse had been dragged away, and the bloodstains had been cleaned up.

When the evil spirit receded, he couldn't help thinking of Wen Qi, would Wen Qi think of him?

On the seventh day, he received an urgent report from Zhizhou of Yanzhou that Qi Yongshan had been found.

He immediately ordered that the magistrate of Yanzhou escort Qi Yongshan to Beijing.

With the excuse of Qi Yongshan, he easily persuaded himself to meet Wen Qi.

Even though Wen Qi hit his sore spot, he still wanted to see Wen Qi.

What is Wen Qi doing?

Wen Qi is working hard with Yu Zhengyang?