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

Cong Ji didn't have time to fall asleep, and suddenly noticed Wen Qi's gaze, got up immediately, walked to the pool, leaned over, and kissed Wen Qi's forehead again: "Don't be afraid."

Wen Qi grabbed Cong Ji's skirt with one hand, and wrote with the other: "Aren't your majesties going to visit your concubine?"

I have no concubines to visit.

Cong Ji caressed the back of Wen Qi's hand and said, "I won't go, I will stay in this Danquan Hall overnight and accompany you."

Wen Qi was overjoyed: Your Majesty thinks I am more important than concubines?

Cong Ji smiled and said, "Yes, you are more important than concubines."

Why should I compare myself to this tyrant's concubine?

Wen Qi let go of Cong Ji's skirt, and fell into deep thought.

Cong Ji got up, returned to the soft couch, barely closed his eyes, and felt Wen Qi's gaze again.

He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Qi: "Do you still want to kiss?"

Wen Qi shook his head suddenly, turned his back, then turned around suddenly, and asked in a strange way: "Can your majesty hold my hand?"

Cong Ji was startled, but didn't refuse, so he got off the bed, went to the pool, lowered his body, and stretched out his hand to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi didn't know why he made such a request just now, looked at Cong Ji's right hand, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand from the pool, and held the right hand.

There are sword calluses on Cong Ji's palm and the tiger's mouth, the blue veins on the back of the hand are slightly raised, and the knuckles of the fingers are distinct.

It was this right hand that once served him...

He couldn't help his face stained with peach blossoms, feeling ashamed, he hastily let go of his right hand.

Cong Ji probed Wen Qi's forehead, and seeing that Wen Qi didn't have a fever, he understood it instantly, and asked narrowly, "What did you think of?"

Wen Qi categorically denied: I didn't think about anything.

Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's forehead with the pulp of his right index finger to Wen Qi's smeared lips, then kneaded Wen Qi's earlobe, and said slowly: "Since you didn't think about anything, why are you blushing?"

Wen Qi lied and said: I have a fever.

Cong Ji mercilessly exposed Wen Qi: "You don't have a fever."

I have a fever.Wen Qi insisted, although my body temperature is lower than your Majesty's, I am a mermaid, and I am not a mermaid's normal body temperature now.

Cong Ji's fingertips slid to Wen Qi's auricle, ear hole, and then to the tip of the ear, and the ear fins on it, and then he raised his voice: "Xuan, the imperial physician who is on duty today came to see the master."

Wen Qi was caught off guard. Has anyone ever rubbed his ears so carefully?

"Well... don't..." He couldn't help making a sound that made him even more ashamed.

He didn't care about provoking the tyrant's anger, and immediately pushed the tyrant's fingertips away, and submerged his entire body into the pool.

He hated being touched by this tyrant very much, and was very happy.

No, there is only disgust, not joy.

Suddenly, he heard the tyrant say: "Wen Qi, come out and let Doctor Yang diagnose your pulse."

He touched his cheek, which seemed to be still red, so he just stretched out his right hand from the pool.

Not long after, he heard Doctor Yang say again: "The master is indeed having a fever. Your Majesty, the old minister is going to decoct the medicine."

But it turned out that I really had a fever, no wonder my face was red.

I really didn't blush because I thought that the tyrant used his right hand for me..., and it wasn't because of the tyrant's touch that I blushed.

He floated out of the pool, and said righteously: Your Majesty just slandered me, and I did have a fever.

This Wen Qi didn't actually have a fever, he ordered Doctor Yang to make a diagnosis like that, Cong Ji suppressed a smile and said: "Yes, it's all my fault."

Wen Qi caught a glimpse of the faint smile in Cong Ji's eyes, and said angrily: I have a fever, why does Your Majesty still make fun of me?

Cong Ji said apologetically: You have a lot of adults, don't blame me.

Seeing Cong Ji admitting his mistake, Wen Qi rested his elbows on the woven leather, resting his cheeks, while wagging his tail triumphantly.

Cong Ji smiled secretly, and said with self-blame on his face: "Why do you have a fever? Is it because I didn't take good care of it?"

Wen Qi pressed his temple pretendingly: it was probably because of a nightmare.

The next moment, he was kissed on the forehead again.

Cong Ji said seriously: "If you kiss more, you won't have nightmares."

Wen Qi nodded and said: Your Majesty's words are very true.

Half an hour later, Imperial Physician Yang came with a food table in person, and there was a bowl of steaming soup on the food table.

Cong Ji personally brought the decoction and brought it to Wen Qi's lips.

During his lifetime, Wen Qi had been drinking soup and medicine since he was born, and the smell of medicine all over his body, it seemed that even the medicine flowing in his blood vessels was soup medicine, not blood.

Therefore, he was able to gulp down the extremely bitter decoction without blinking.

However, his current body is that of a mermaid, he was just about to drink it from the mouth of the bowl, the soup only touched his lips, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Bitter and astringent, and a bit too hot.

Before his death, he never found the soup so difficult to drink.

He raised his head and said with a bitter face: Your Majesty, it's too hot.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't think well. You are a mermaid. This soup is indeed too hot." Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's hair, and seeing Wen Qi's expression of escaped disaster, he said, "Then Let it cool down before drinking."

Wen Qi is now a "fever patient", so it's not easy to refuse, so he can only humiliate and say: "Okay."

After a while, Cong Ji picked up the decoction, blew on it, and then brought it to Wen Qi's lips: "Drink it, it's much colder."

Wen Qi forced himself to take a sip, and then forced himself to swallow again.

so bitter……

He drank half a bowl of decoction abruptly, felt uncomfortable for a while, and was about to ask Cong Ji to spare his decoction, but he saw Cong Ji put the decoction back on the food table.

After all, Cong Ji couldn't bear to bully Wen Qi, and said to Doctor Yang who was waiting at the side: "Take off this decoction."

Physician Yang respectfully said: "Your Majesty, do you want to cook another decoction for my master tomorrow?"

No, I don't want to drink soup and medicine anymore.

Wen Qi almost cried.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi's pitiful appearance, waved his hands and said, "Yang Aiqing's medical skills are excellent, and the medicine will surely cure the disease. Drinking this half bowl of soup and medicine should be enough to dispel the disease. Yang Aiqing will step down now."

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

Unfortunately, his emotions did not escape Cong Ji's eyes, Cong Ji laughed heartily, and asked nervously, "Is it better?"

Wen Qi slandered: No one can get well immediately after drinking the decoction, they have to wait for the decoction to take effect.

But in order to avoid being tortured by the decoction again, he still nodded and said: It's much better.

Cong Ji brought a jar of candied fruit from the housekeeper, squeezed a rock candied red bayberry, and fed it to Wen Qi.

Before his death, when he was young, his mother spent all her savings on soup and medicine, and had no money left to buy candied fruit for him.

When he grew up, his mother earned silver taels for her good embroidery, but he was used to it, and there was no need for candied fruit to remove the bitterness.

Therefore, he has never eaten candied fruit, only saw descriptions of candied fruit in books.

The candied fruit pinched by Cong Ji at the fingertips should be rock sugar bayberry.

He once ate fresh bayberry, but he didn't know that after being made into candied fruit, the bayberry was so much smaller. Is it because of the juice oozing out during the pickling?Or is it that the red bayberry used for candied fruit is originally a red bayberry with small particles?

He opened his lips, and took away the rock sugar bayberry from Cong Ji's fingertips.

Cong Ji's fingertips were suddenly touched by the inside of Wen Qi's lips and tongue, and he felt a slight coolness and a hint of medicinal fragrance.

He stared at his fingertips, in a daze, and was suddenly covered by Wen Qi's wrist.

Wen Qi wrote and wrote, but Cong Ji ignored him all the time. He had to reach out and cover Cong Ji's wrist to attract Cong Ji's attention.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi, Wen Qi pointed to the candied fruit jar, and wrote: more.

Cong Ji then fed another rock sugar bayberry to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi grinned, and after eating rock candied bayberry, he was fed preserved crabapple, preserved apricot, and candied kumquat...

He ate it with a mouthful of sweetness, and he felt that he could drink up the remaining half bowl of soup and medicine that had just been taken.

Cong Ji put away the candied fruit, put it on the low table by the pool, said: "Let's eat it tomorrow, too much candied fruit will not benefit your teeth."

After finishing speaking, he asked his servant to bring strong tea, and when the strong tea was cold, he handed it to Wen Qi: "Hurry up and rinse your mouth."

After Wen Qi gargled obediently, he said contentedly: I have never eaten candied fruit.

Cong Ji said distressedly: "If you work hard, I will definitely give you delicacies from mountains and seas, not to mention snacks like candied fruit."

I will study hard.Wen Qi rubbed Cong Ji's cheek with his cheek, Your Majesty should take a rest, it's already midnight.

"Mei Shan." With a thought, Cong Ji moved the soft couch to the poolside, lay on it, and then stretched out his left hand to Wen Qi, "Do you still want to hold hands?"

It was the left hand, not the right hand that had been soiled by myself.

Wen Qi took Cong Ji's left hand without hesitation, shook it, and thought: If this tyrant lets me hold his left hand every night, he won't be able to visit his concubine.

But what does it matter to me whether the tyrant is lucky or not?

He thought hard for a long time, and came to a conclusion: whether the tyrant has a concubine or not has nothing to do with me.

He was about to close his eyes, but he saw countless scars from Cong Ji's clothes, especially on the inside of his wrist. There were many scars, one after another, obviously Cong Ji had cut his wrist before, and this was the first time he cut Cong Ji's left wrist. Look inside carefully.

Why did Cong Ji commit suicide?

He suddenly remembered that he had asked Cong Ji about the scar on Cong Ji's left arm: Does it hurt?Why are you hurting yourself?

At that time, Cong Ji's answer was: it doesn't hurt much.

Doesn't it hurt to cut your wrist?

How could cutting the wrist not hurt so much?

He subconsciously rubbed the inside of Cong Ji's wrist with his lips, and retreated as soon as he touched it.

Cong Ji didn't seem to notice anything, he raised his eyes and saw that Cong Ji had already fallen asleep.

Cong Ji is busy with government affairs, is he too tired?

Unlike him, just work hard.

He made up his mind that he must work hard and get the third grade in order to repay Cong Ji's expectations.

The next day, as soon as Cong Ji opened his eyes, he saw Wen Qi's right hand holding his left hand, and putting his right cheek on the back of his hand.

He smiled, and carefully pulled out his right hand.

Wen Qi seemed dissatisfied, grunted, and then sank to the bottom of the pool.

Cong Ji looked at the bubbles on the surface of the pool, and after a while, he left the Danquan Hall, returned to the bedroom, changed clothes and washed.

Because he was very annoyed by the draft, as soon as he sat on the throne, he immediately said indifferently: "My lords, there is no need to talk about the draft in the future."

"Your Majesty..." The Minister of Rites came out, "The draft is a major event for the country..."

Cong Ji's thin lips hooked: "Drag out."

Then, he glanced at all the ministers, and said unhurriedly: "About the matter of the draft, what else do you want to say?"

Seeing this, all the ministers bowed their heads and ears, and dared not speak again.

After all, a tyrant is the best at disregarding human life, why bother to take life for profit.

Cong Ji knew that all the ministers must be full of complaints, but it didn't matter to him.

He knocked on the throne with his knuckles: "Do you have something to play?"

The ministers were afraid of offending the tyrant, so they had to do something that had nothing to do with the draft.