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

On that side, Cong Ji didn't finish reviewing the memorial until the hour of Haishi.

The case of selling officials and nobles has come to an end; after the flood in Yanzhou receded and the uprising was suppressed, although all the corpses had been collected, he still sent two imperial physicians to Yanzhou to prevent the plague; No change.

None of the matters mentioned by the ministers were major matters, but two things gave him a headache: first, the position of Minister of the Ministry of Officials should not be vacant for a long time, and a good person must be selected as soon as possible, and the people recommended by the ministers are all from himself A person with favorable personal status; second, he was twenty and seven years old, and the harem was empty, so many courtiers begged him to draft, so as not to cut off the Cong family's dragon veins.When his father was twenty seven years old, he already had three sons and five daughters, including him.

But he doesn't want to continue his bloodline. There are three reasons: first, he doesn't like to be close to people, let alone doing things in bed; It is a crime to give it to a child; third, except when Wen Qi was in his arms, his condition has deteriorated a lot compared to last year. He does not think that if the situation continues to deteriorate, Wen Qi will be effective, and he has decided to do it himself. It's over.

In the past few days, the number of memorials asking him to be drafted has increased dramatically, and he is really annoyed.

He stood up, left the Sizheng Hall, and headed for Yong'an Palace.

Cong Xun has generally recovered, but the Queen Mother Zhou was worried, so she took Cong Xun to Yong'an Palace for care.

He hadn't visited Cong Xie for many days, and when he saw Cong Xie, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

If Cong Lu hadn't blocked Cong Lu's arrows, Cong Lu might have died.

If it hadn't been for Cong Ji to block Cong Lu's arrows, Cong Xun would not be bedridden.

Cong Xun looked sickly, because the bedroom was burnt with earthworms, and his face was red, making him look even sicker.

Seeing that Cong Li was about to get up, Cong Ji hurriedly held Cong Li and said, "You haven't taken care of yourself yet, so the etiquette will be waived for now."

"Thank you, brother." Cong Xun coughed lightly, "I heard that the assassin was caught early in the morning, can the emperor ask the mastermind behind the scenes from the assassin?"

Cong Ji sighed: "The assassin had his tongue cut off, he couldn't speak, he couldn't read, he couldn't write with his hands, and he couldn't ask any useful clues, so I let him out in the hope that the master messenger, or the master The envoy's subordinates were able to contact him. However, after he went out, he went straight back home and planted one-third of an acre of land every day. No suspicious person contacted him. He must be just an abandoned child with nothing. Know, otherwise Qin Xiao would not easily capture him alive. He was useless and hurt you, so I couldn't let him go, so I killed him to avenge you."

What he said was mixed with truth and falsehood. So far, he did not get any useful clues from the assassin, but he spared the assassin's life and kept his eyes on the assassin.

The assassin was the only executor of the assassination case, and besides the assassin, he did not know anyone who was involved in the assassination case. If the assassin was killed, the assassination case would probably become an unsolved case, as long as the assassin was still alive. , it is possible to find the main messenger.

Hearing the words, Cong Xun was disappointed, and the disappointment was immediately covered up, and then he said to Cong Ji: "My brother, thank you, brother, for avenging my brother."

"I failed to find the main messenger, but I just killed a knife, which is not considered revenge for you." Cong Ji tucked the brocade quilt for Cong Xun, "It's getting late, you should rest."

Cong Xun cupped his hands: "My brother bid farewell to the emperor."

Cong Ji came out of Cong Shang's bedroom and walked along the Jiuqu corridor. Just as he was about to meet Wen Qi, he heard a female voice say, "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother is here to invite you."

He didn't do well to save the Empress Dowager Zhou's face, and went to the Nuan Pavilion with the maid.

The Empress Dowager Zhou ordered her maid to serve tea, and after drinking half a cup of tea meanderingly, she said: "Your Majesty is twenty-seven this year, but has no son and half daughter. The Ai family is very worried."

But it turned out that the dramatic increase in draft memorials was written by the Empress Dowager Zhou.

Cong Ji understood it, but didn't show it on the face, and said perfunctorily: "Let's take it easy, I'm busy with government affairs, I don't have time to draft talent, and I have no time to deal with the affairs of the harem."

"The matter of the draft can be handled by Ai's family. Your majesty doesn't need to worry about it. As for the matter of the harem, after your majesty appoints a queen, your majesty will take care of it." The Empress Dowager Zhou looked at Cong Ji and said, "Your Majesty only needs to Fortunately, the harem made the concubine conceive the emperor's heir."

What the Empress Dowager Zhou said was not bad, although Cong Ji was reluctant, but there was nothing to refute, so he remained silent.

"If sister is still alive, she will be sad to see you alone, with no one to serve you, let alone bear children for you. Besides, this harem is now only mourning the family and Concubine Zhao, it is too deserted." Queen Mother Zhou Compassionately said, "The Ai Family will not force you, but Your Majesty, you have to think for yourself and for the sake of the Southern Jin Dynasty."

Seeing that Cong Ji remained silent, she continued to persuade: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, just think about it, if you have children around your knees and call you 'Father Emperor', wouldn't it be very happy?"

Cong Ji has already made up his mind not to be drafted, not to continue the bloodline, so he will not be moved by the Queen Mother Zhou.

After listening to this for a long time, he had given Empress Dowager Zhou enough, so he put away the teacup he hadn't taken a sip from, and said impatiently: "I already understand what Empress Mother means, so there's no need for Empress Mother to repeat it, it's a waste of time."

The Empress Dowager Zhou had mentioned about the draft before, but she was fooled by Cong Ji. She thought that Cong Ji would soften up this time. If the salt doesn't come in, it just walks away.

As soon as Cong Ji left, her face darkened and she was so angry that she smashed the teacup.

Cong Ji left Yong'an Palace, upset and irritable.

The Empress Dowager Zhou loves Cong Lie very much, and she must hope that he will die early so that Cong Lie can inherit the throne.

But he couldn't die for a while, so the Empress Dowager Zhou had to try every means to encourage him to choose the talent show. If he agreed, there would probably be a noble daughter from the Zhou family among the show girls, and someone who would be favored by the Empress Dowager Zhou.

If one of the girls successfully gave birth to a boy, the Zhou family would be able to run rampant.

Or maybe after his death, the Empress Dowager Zhou will dispose of the baby boy with his blood and support Cong Xun to ascend the throne.

One's own biological child is naturally more important.

He has excellent hearing, and before he reached the Danquan Hall, his thoughts were interrupted by Wen Qi's voice.

He didn't understand what Wen Qi said, but Wen Qi seemed to be asking him for help.

What happened to Wen Qi?

He was so anxious that he tapped his toes and hurriedly rushed towards the Danquan Hall.

After he entered the Danquan Hall, Wen Qi, who came into view, lay his upper body on the woven skin, with his hands folded over his chest, and the shark tail continuously slapped the water in the pool, making a large area of ​​the woven skin wet by the pool.

Wen Qi's eyes were tightly closed, it must be a nightmare?

Cong Ji hurriedly hugged Wen Qi into his arms, gently shook Wen Qi's body, and called out, "Wen Qi, Wen Qi, wake up."

Wen Qi's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and he kept calling for help, but he didn't wake up.

Cong Ji turned to pat Wen Qi's cheek and said: "Wake up, everything you dreamed is illusory, don't panic."

Wen Qi still didn't wake up.

Cong Ji was reluctant to slap Wen Qi's face hard, so he patted Wen Qi's back vigorously and said: "Wake up, Wen Qi, wake up..."

Wen Qi was sinking into the sea of ​​blood, almost suffocated, when he heard someone calling his name, he thought in a daze: Who is calling me?

Cong Ji increased his strength, but couldn't wake Wen Qi up, so he threatened, "If you don't wake up, I won't help you find your sister."

I……

younger sister……

——It was Cong Ji.

Wen Qi escaped from the sea of ​​blood in a hurry, opened his eyes, and wrapped his eyes around Cong Ji.

He was still in shock, desperately absorbing Cong Ji's breath.

After a long time, he said aggrievedly: "You promised to help me find my sister, you are not kidding."

After a while, he suddenly realized that the tyrant did not understand Shark, so he raised his finger and wrote it again.

Seeing Wen Qi wake up, Cong Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: "What I just said was a lie to you."

Wen Qi said angrily: You are not joking, how can you lie to me?

Cong Ji said helplessly: "This is an expedient measure. You yourself are deeply in a nightmare, and you can't wake up. It makes me feel anxious, and I blame you instead."

All right.Wen Qi wrapped Cong Ji's waist with one hand, and wrote with the other, "It's mine, don't blame me, Your Majesty."

"My lord has a lot of people, so I won't blame you." Cong Ji asked with concern, "What did you dream about?"

Wen Qi confessed: I dreamed that after I ordered the guards to cut off Qi Yongshan's four fingers, the blood spurted from the cut drowned me.

Cong Ji stroked Wen Qi's hair and said, "Is this the first time you've seen so much blood?"

Seeing Wen Qi nodding his head, he said softly: "You didn't do anything wrong, but if there is a next time, don't do such bloody things again, and let me do it."

He also had trouble sleeping at night because of killing someone, and he was haunted by nightmares, but he was used to it.

And Wen Qi is not used to it, so he naturally doesn't want Wen Qi to get used to it.

The blood returned to Wen Qi's face, he pursed his lips, and finally raised his finger and wrote: I also don't want Your Majesty to do such bloody things.

Cong Ji said indifferently: "I am a tyrant, don't forget. For you, cutting Qi Yongshan's four fingers is a bloody thing, but for me, it is just an ordinary thing."

Wen Qi's heart sank, by the way, Cong Ji is a tyrant, he almost forgot about it.

He was about to come out of Cong Ji's arms, but Cong Ji kissed his forehead. Immediately afterwards, he heard Cong Ji softly say: "Kiss, you won't have nightmares."

This Cong Ji, this tyrant really made him not know what to do.

The embrace of this tyrant is extremely warm, he might as well hang on for a while longer.

He suddenly remembered that he had asked Cong Ji for help in his nightmare just now.

Why did he ask Cong Ji for help?

It's because apart from Cong Ji, he has no one to turn to for help.

Laying in Cong Ji's arms for a while, he didn't want to move anymore, but he still forced himself to straighten up.

Cong Ji patted Wen Qi's dry upper body, and said distressedly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Before the words fell to the ground, he carried Wen Qi into the pool, and then kissed Wen Qi's forehead: "Mei Shan, don't have any more nightmares."

Wen Qi thought Cong Ji was about to leave, but saw Cong Ji walk to the soft couch and lie down.

He couldn't help looking at Cong Ji, and Cong Ji's voice softly entered his ears: "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

This Cong Ji treated him too gently, he should treat him worse, so that he can make up his mind to kill Cong Ji and eliminate harm for the people.