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

He stared at Cong Ji, feeling that his heart was about to burst out of his throat, he panicked, covered his lips with one hand, and covered his heart with the other.

His heart is so strange, could it be that he is suffering from an emergency?

But the body he lives in now is a mermaid with a lifespan of thousands of years, not the mortal body of the previous life with congenital deficiencies.

He was terrified, and when the carriage arrived in front of Cong Ji, his heart became even more agitated.

He pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, raised his finger and wrote: Wen Qi has seen Your Majesty.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi through Yuyan: "It's good to come back, I have to go to court early, and you can go back to Danquan Hall to rest."

Wen Qi wanted to reach out and grab Cong Ji's court clothes, and then use his shark tail to wrap around Cong Ji's waist tightly, making it impossible for Cong Ji to leave him.

But in the end he just said obediently: Wen Qi resigned.

It was already past the time of the early court, and it was a great gift for Cong Ji to leave all the courtiers behind to welcome him in front of the palace gate.

If he was more self-willed, he might annoy Cong Ji.

Cong Ji watched Wen Qi off, and after a while, he stepped into the Golden Luan Hall.

As soon as Wen Qi returned to Danquan Hall, he jumped into the pool.

After getting wet all over, he suddenly felt relieved, and his heart also calmed down.

His emergency came and went suddenly.

Fortunately, he didn't spit out his heart in front of Cong Ji just now, it would be bad to scare Cong Ji.

Cong Ji is a tyrant who kills people like hemp, even if he just vomited out his heart in front of Cong Ji, wouldn't it scare Cong Ji?

He thought of Cong Ji, and the scene of Cong Ji standing in front of the palace gate to greet him suddenly appeared in front of him not long ago.

That tyrant was born too outstanding, no matter how magnificent the palace behind him was, he was like a tamed beast, bowing his head and obeying his ears.

Why does he always think of the tyrant?Stop thinking about it.

Yesterday was the second session of Qiu Wei, and the exam was on "Shangshu Dayu Mo" and the edict, judgment, table, and imperial edict, and the third session five days later was on current affairs policy.

Current affairs policy is to combine the Four Books and Five Classics to express one's own comments or opinions on current current affairs and government affairs.

After he was strangled to death by his mother and became a baby shark, he stayed in the Danquan Hall almost all the time, completely ignorant of the affairs of the world.

Thinking of his mother, he couldn't help thinking: Did A Niang suffer after being imprisoned during her lifetime?After A Niang was beheaded, was she reunited with her father in the underworld?Has Aniang been reincarnated?Can A Niang be reborn in the Zhongming Dingshi House...

"A Niang..." He called softly, his eyes slightly wet, "A Niang, your Qier is doing very well, there are so many treasures and seas, and you have everything you need, and you even went to participate in the Qiu Wei, A Niang, don't worry. Come on, don't worry about me."

Listening to his "babbling" words, he couldn't help thinking: If I hadn't become a young shark, but had walked through the Yellow Spring Road and descended to the underworld, the King of Hades would judge my life right and wrong, and drink up Mengpo soup , stepping on the bridge of Naihe, what will happen to me?

If so, it is absolutely impossible for me to see Cong Ji.

Cong Ji... is just a tyrant, if you don't see it, you won't see it.

I did not want to see the tyrant.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps entered his ears.

—Here comes the tyrant.

I don't want to see that tyrant.

A moment later, he couldn't help but surfaced and swam to the pool, swinging his shark tail while rubbing his chin against Cong Ji's palm.

There was nothing important in the morning court today, so the court will be dispersed in a short time.

Cong Ji saw that Wen Qi was swimming, so he wanted to make a sound. Recently, Wen Qi, who had a temper tantrum and was getting more and more delicate every day, actually came to him on his own initiative and rubbed his chin against his palm.

He brushed Wen Qi's messy forehead hair away with his left hand, before asking, "How are you doing?"

passable.Wen Qi was very distressed, the next time I had to take the current affairs policy exam, but I didn't know how to deal with it at all.

Cong Ji sat down and gave a rough account of what happened in the court this year, but he did not express his opinion on these things to avoid suspicion of fraud.

After Wen Qi listened carefully, he frowned and said: Your Majesty's handling of the Yanzhou Uprising may not be appropriate.

"If the uprising is not suppressed by force, the uprising will intensify, so that the people will not be able to live, and may even shake the foundation of the country." Cong Ji has no regrets about this, "I don't think I should tolerate the mob who speaks like a lion. There is no one-size-fits-all approach.”

Indeed, if the two armies were fighting, it would be life and death. If Cong Ji had softened his heart, perhaps more young and middle-aged men would join the uprising.

When the rebel army in history reached a certain scale, eight out of ten/nine out of ten would feed on the common people, and there were very few who could restrain themselves. Once they were in a high position, they would dominate.

Wen Qi thought for a while, then asked Cong Ji: "How did Your Majesty deal with the aftermath?"

Cong Ji didn't answer, but said: "I don't know what the five current affairs strategies of Qiu Wei's third session are, so I can't say more. After you finish the exam, I will tell you."

All right.Looking at Cong Ji tenderly, will Your Majesty miss me these three days?

Cong Ji was stunned, and said frankly: "I've been sleepy for three days, and I have no time to miss you."

Wen Qi was so angry that he wanted to bite Cong Ji to death with one bite, but since Cong Ji had been sleeping all night, it meant that Cong Ji had no time to visit his concubine, right?

He couldn't help but smile: Is Your Majesty free today?

"There is nothing important today, and there are not many memorials to be reviewed." Cong Ji asked suspiciously, "Why do you ask this?"

Wen Qi wrapped Cong Ji's waist with one hand, and wrote with the other hand: Do you want to stay overnight in the Danquan Hall?

Cong Ji laughed and said: "The sky is bright now, it's still early, your words are like a concubine vying for favor, eager to seduce me and you to prostitute in the daytime."

Wen Qi retorted: I am not like a concubine vying for favor, let alone seduce Your Majesty to promiserate with me day in and day out.Your Majesty knew that I was not broken, so don't make fun of me.

"I'm sorry." Cong Ji suggested, "How about I take you out of the palace? People in the palace are all cautious in their words and deeds, while those outside the palace are more smug, and if you can know what's going on in the streets and alleys , it may be helpful to your current affairs policy."

Wen Qi was instantly elated: His Majesty really wants to take me out of the palace?

Cong Ji nodded and said: "But you haven't transformed your feet yet, I'm afraid even if you leave the palace, you can only stay in the carriage."

Wen Qi's eyes lit up: It's okay, I want to go out of the palace and take a look.

So Cong Ji carried Wen Qi into the tub with his own hands, filled the tub with sea water, and the guards carried Wen Qi into the carriage.

This carriage was used by Cong Ji when he went out of the palace to observe the people's sentiments, and it was no different from the carriage used by ordinary merchants.

Cong Ji changed into casual clothes before getting into the carriage and ordered Qin Xiao to drive.

He has not been out of the palace for many days, and the capital is as lively as ever.

When the carriage arrived at the market, there happened to be a stall selling shrimp cakes. He immediately ordered Qin Xiao to stop the carriage, then got off the carriage and bought two shrimp cakes for himself and Wen Qi.

Then, he got into the carriage and handed Wen Qi a shrimp cake.

Wen Qi was about to take it, but was burned, and while blowing on his fingertips, he looked at Cong Ji aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Cong Ji accidentally forgot that Wen Qi is not good at hot food, and he only wanted Wen Qi to taste the hot shrimp cakes just out of the pan.

He blew the shrimp cakes to cool down a bit, and brought them to Wen Qi's lips. Seeing that Wen Qi took a bite without showing any signs of grievance, he said nostalgicly: "Even if the imperial chefs in the palace are superb, they can't make folk tastes." .”

If the queen mother is still alive, he can eat shrimp cakes with the queen mother, which is a pity.

There is a teahouse not far away, and there is a storyteller in the teahouse, clapped his hands and said: "Let's say that Emperor Shang of the previous dynasty was actually the lone star of Tiansha, who killed his mother, father, brother, and brother, and finally ascended the throne..."

For some reason, Wen Qi actually thought that the storyteller was a metaphor for the current dynasty, and the Shang emperor in the storyteller's population should be Cong Ji.

He suddenly felt that the shrimp cakes in his mouth were tasteless, and raised his eyes to look at Cong Ji.

Cong Ji's expression was as usual, and he said softly, "It's rare for you to leave the palace, what else do you want to eat?"

Wen Qi clenched his fists, and finally did not ask Cong Ji if he really killed his mother, father, brother, and brother, but replied: I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Seeing this, Cong Ji knew that Wen Qi had already guessed that the Emperor Shang mentioned by the storyteller was himself.

He didn't explain himself, got out of the carriage, and went to buy osmanthus cake.

There were quite a few people buying sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. He squeezed among the people and listened carefully to the conversations of the people around him.

When he bought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he already knew that a small official surnamed Cheng was a rascal, who never paid back the money he paid on credit, and another man surnamed Hong injured an old woman, but beat him back.

These things were trivial to him, but miserable to the victims.

After he bought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he delivered the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Wen Qi, while he sat down in the teahouse and ordered Lu'an melon slices.

In order to attract tea drinkers, the storyteller's words became more and more shocking. It was not the first time he heard it. He drank Lu'an melon slices calmly and even rewarded the storyteller with a small piece of silver.

In that room, Wen Qi was eating osmanthus cake, opened the curtain of the car, and was surprised to see Cong Ji sitting in the teahouse.

Wouldn't the tyrant go on a killing spree?

Fortunately the tyrant did not wear a sword.

But Qin Xiao had a sword, so the tyrant made Qin Xiao's sword.

After a while, he saw that the tyrant rewarded the storyteller with a small piece of broken silver. Could it be that the tyrant had poisoned the broken silver?

No, although the tyrant is not a wise king, he will not do such petty acts as poisoning.

In the teahouse, tea customers came and went, Cong Ji wrote down all the things that had to be dealt with, and after drinking Liu'an Guapian, he left the teahouse.

He got into the carriage, walked around with Wen Qi, and returned to the palace before sunset.

According to the rules, in order to avoid hurting people, eight out of nine out of ten roads in the capital do not allow carriages, and the carriages can only be led by coachmen.

Therefore, after leaving the palace for more than three hours, Cong Ji and Wen Qi only went to a small part of the capital.

After returning to the palace, he wrote down all the trivial matters and handed them over to the governor of the capital.

Afterwards, he accompanied Wen Qi for dinner, and then went to review the memorial.

Five days later, Wen Qi bid farewell to Cong Ji, went out of the palace, and went to the Gongyuan. This day was the thirteenth day of the eighth month.

As the fifteenth day of the eighth month approaches, Cong Ji's bloodthirsty desire gradually intensifies.

At three o'clock on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, he tossed and turned, looking at the moon plate hanging in the middle of the sky, and ordered the guards to bring the death row prisoner.

The first prisoner on death row was Zhu Shi, the wife of a scholar. She tried every means to kill the scholar. She pretended to be a good person and approached Zhu Shi. committed suicide.

The second death row prisoner regards human life as worthless, and whenever he is displeased, he will kill his servants with a stick.

The third prisoner on death row sells private salt and drives up the price of salt.

He killed three death row prisoners in a row, and his bloodthirsty appetite subsided a little.

Then, he unhurriedly swept over his right hand and the bloody "ten steps" in his hand, and finally, his gaze was fixed on the scarlet ground.

"Wen Qi..." He tapped his toes, flew out of the Sizheng Hall, and went straight to the Danquan Hall.

However, he looked around and couldn't see Wen Qi.

He then walked to the poolside, lowered his head, looked intently, but did not see Wen Qi, and immediately flew into a rage.

It took a long time before he remembered that Wen Qi was still in the tribute courtyard and would not come back until dawn.