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

Cong Ji was very shocked, but saw Wen Qi reaching out his hand without hesitation.

The uniform he was wearing was black, which made Wen Qi's right hand look like a handful of fresh snow, almost transparent.

Wen Qi pursed his lips tightly, not daring to take off the brocade under his fingers, only dared to touch it through the brocade.

In fact, he knew almost nothing about it, he only got a glimpse of it from Cong Ji's tricks and Long Yang's love story last time.

He recalled seriously, lest he could not satisfy Cong Ji.

The brocade was slightly cool, which was similar to his body temperature, but the temperature from the brocade was so hot that his heart disease broke out again.

He raised his left hand to caress his heart, and then he lowered his left hand, also covering the brocade.

The thing gradually propped up the brocade, revealing a clear shape.

He thought about the whole picture he saw just now, and his face was instantly stained with peach blossoms. Because he cried a lot before, his eye sockets were still red.

The temperature under his fingers became hotter and hotter, even the brocade was ironed hot.

It turns out that it is so hot, is it common to everyone, or is Cong Ji outstanding?

He had never touched himself like this when he was a mortal. I wonder if he is similar to Cong Ji?

He heard his heart pounding, beating his weak eardrums, making his ears almost ring.

Suddenly, his wrists were clasped by Cong Ji, and he subconsciously looked up.

Wen Qi's indigo eyes were filled with endless sea water. For a while, Jiao Cong Ji was almost drowning. He concentrated his attention before saying seriously: "I know you are not broken, so don't force it."

"I..." Wen Qi was inexplicably guilty, "I am indeed not broken, but I can reciprocate for His Majesty."

Cong Ji frowned and said, "If you are sincerely willing to be courteous and reciprocal to me, you should be just like me. Why do you have to wear this ordinary clothes?"

Wen Qi took a deep breath, pulled out his wrist from Cong Ji's hand, and then went to untie the leather on Cong Ji's waist.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he failed to untie the leather for a long time.

"That's all." Cong Ji grabbed Wen Qi's fingertips, "Don't force yourself, I allow you to sleep with me in your arms."

"Really?" Wen Qi's eyes lit up, and he put his arms around Cong Ji's neck, "Your Majesty, just take me to the soft couch."

"Really." Cong Ji hugged Wen Qi, lying on the soft couch, thinking: This Wen Qi is so clingy, should I order someone to place a couch in this Danquan Hall?

Wen Qi rested on Cong Ji's neck, with his hands around Cong Ji's waist, and his tail wrapped around Cong Ji's ankles.

Because he had been waiting for Cong Ji for the past eight days, he was extremely tired before he could sleep well.

But because he was really a frightened bird, his mind was extremely clear, even though his body was protesting dissatisfiedly.

"Your Majesty." He licked the tooth marks on Cong Ji's neck, and said in doubt, "Why doesn't Your Majesty like the scars on my body, but keeps the scars on his own?"

Cong Ji answered lightly, "I don't care if I have scars on my body."

——Naturally to warn himself not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and this is also his punishment for his degeneration into a tyrant.

Each time, he had a fit, never destroying anything, just self-mutilation.

Regarding this matter, he was unwilling to confess to anyone, including Wen Qi.

Wen Qi suggested: "Previously, His Majesty gave me the medicine with his own hands, how about I give the medicine for His Majesty this time?"

Cong Ji reminded lightly: "Wen Qi, you have exceeded the rules."

Wen Qi did a lot of things that exceeded the rules. For example, he is currently nesting in Cong Ji's arms, and wrapping Cong Ji tightly is also exceeding the rules, but Cong Ji never said a word to remind him.

Why did he want to apply medicine for Cong Ji, but Cong Ji thought it was an act of breaking the rules?

Eight/nine out of ten are related to Cong Ji's self-mutilation.

Why did Cong Ji commit suicide?

However, Cong Ji will definitely not tell him the reason.

His posture with Cong Ji is so intimate that he suddenly feels that he is thousands of miles away from Cong Ji.

His body stiffened suddenly, but he was reluctant to let go of Cong Ji, and even hugged Cong Ji even tighter.

Cong Ji probably tried to commit suicide, and Cong Ji would probably visit his concubine, so Cong Ji had to stay by his side so that he could feel at ease.

"I hope Your Majesty will forgive me, Wen Qi has indeed exceeded the rules." He said in his mouth, but he was determined to find out the reason for Cong Ji's suicide.

Cong Ji noticed that Wen Qi's body was a little stiff, and said apologetically, "I forgive you for your innocence, you don't need to be afraid."

When the voice fell to the ground, he closed his eyes: "Mei Shan."

Wen Qi asked: "From today onwards, if Your Majesty does not come to Danquan Hall, please inform me in advance."

Cong Ji opened his eyes and agreed: "I've made a note."

Wen Qi cheered and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Cong Ji joked, "You really are like a concubine who wins the favor."

"I don't want to compete for favor, and I'm not your concubine." Wen Qi said expectantly, "In five days, I will be able to transform my feet. By then, if you don't come, I can still go looking for you."

Cong Ji smiled and said: "Xie Yuanlang, in five days, you should read the scriptures for me, don't forget."

Wen Qi heard Cong Ji call himself "Jie Yuanlang", and said modestly: "I don't think I can bear the name of 'Jie Yuanlang'. Regarding the current affairs policy of the third scene of Qiu Wei, I have tried my best." I thought about it, but my answer was unsatisfactory. In retrospect, there is still room for improvement.”

"Qiu Wei is over and cannot be improved. Xie Yuanlang is not as good as next spring." Cong Ji stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Qi's jaw, "When the list is released next year, I should call you 'Hui Yuanlang' .”

He deliberately used the accent when referring to "Hui Yuanlang", then released Wen Qi's jaw, rubbed the back of Wen Qi's head and said, "Go to sleep."

Wen Qi's ear fin was accidentally touched by Cong Ji, and he trembled with sensitivity. Then, a gust of hot air rushed down, causing a scale on his lower body to scream.

"Hmm..." He couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a breath of anger.

Hearing the sound, Cong Ji asked nervously, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Qi shook his head, but couldn't help rubbing Cong Ji with that scale.

He felt a little more comfortable, and sighed softly.

Cong Ji understood, but pretended not to know.

Last time, regardless of Wen Qi's wishes, he bullied Wen Qi to tears and kept begging for mercy. This time, he will definitely not be able to do that again.

Wen Qi thought that Cong Ji hadn't noticed his change, so he dared to dawdle again.

Fortunately, the shark's body structure is completely different from that of ordinary people, and fortunately his control is much stronger than before.

He buried his head in Cong Ji's heart, instinctively tore open his clothes, and rubbed Cong Ji's heart with his lips.

Cong Ji's heart was also very hot, and the scars on it made his lips numb.

All of Cong Ji's clothes were scented with ambergris, and this ordinary dress was no exception.

He sniffed the ambergris lightly, listened to Cong Ji's heartbeat, looked at the auspicious cloud patterns on the uniform, and then raised his hand to untie Cong Ji's hair crown.

Due to the drowning just now, Cong Ji's hair is already messy, but it still has the aura of a ninety-five lord. When the hair crown is removed, the hair falls down like a waterfall, making Cong Ji softer. some.

This hair has already been dried by Cong Ji's internal force. At first glance, it looks like a piece of brocade, which is much more precious than the brocade on Cong Ji's body.

He sniffed Cong Ji's hair, then his own, and said with a bright smile, "Both my hair and Your Majesty's have the smell of sea water."

Cong Ji let Wen Qi play with her hair, and said with a smile: "The smell on your body is also the same as the smell on my body."

Wen Qi went to sniff his arm, and it was indeed stained with ambergris.

He blushed for no reason, and asked Cong Ji: "If I really win the Hui Yuan next year, how will Your Majesty reward me?"

Cong Ji asked back: "How do you want me to reward you?"

Wen Qi said in a strange way: "No draft is allowed."

Cong Ji didn't intend to draft, but upon hearing this request, he asked in confusion, "Why don't you allow me to draft?"

Wen Qi said eloquently: "Your Majesty already has countless beauties in the harem. If you welcome newcomers, you will definitely wrong the old ones. How can you teach the old ones how to behave? And I don't think your majesty is a person who is ungrateful and ungrateful. He must have deep affection for the old ones. I can't bear to let the old man be sad."

Cong Ji laughed and said, "How do you know that there are already countless beauties in my harem?"

Wen Qi took it for granted: "As a prince, especially a prince, at the age of eleven or twelve, there will be a special person to teach housework, usually an older maid, and then he will take over the house, and then he will marry the concubine. Even if you don't marry a main concubine, side concubines are also indispensable; after ascending the throne, you must enrich the harem so that it can flourish."

"Did you read all these from the script?" Seeing Wen Qi nodding his head, Cong Ji said, "This is indeed the case with my royal father, and so is my brother-in-law. He is only fifteen years old and already two years old." A son and a daughter."

According to the script, Cong Ji's concubine brother has been exiled by Cong Ji.

This point, Wen Qi thinks about it now is very strange, that concubine brother is the eldest son of the emperor, and there was a precedent for making the emperor's eldest son the crown prince. According to Cong Ji's thunder method, that concubine brother should be driven out and killed.

Cong Ji is twenty and seven years old, if he is like that concubine brother, he probably already has children in groups?

Wen Qi was extremely anxious, looked at Cong Ji and said, "Does Your Majesty already have a little prince or princess?"

Cong Ji didn't answer: "Why do you want to know about this?"

"It's Wen Qi who overstepped the rules." Wen Qi also didn't know why he wanted to know about this matter. What does it have to do with whether the tyrant has any heirs?

Unexpectedly, he actually heard the tyrant say: "I don't have a son and a half daughter yet." There will never be any in the future.

He immediately smiled: "I thought His Majesty already had a lot of children."

Cong Jifa asked: "Why are you so happy that I don't have a son and a half daughter?"

Wen Qi was dumb, and after thinking hard for a while, he said: "I don't know either."

Probably because he is a tyrant, Wen Qi thinks that he should not continue the blood of violence.

Cutting off children and grandchildren is of course his own choice, and it is also his retribution.

"I promise you, if you can win the prize, I won't draft." Cong Ji didn't show any strangeness, stroking Wen Qi's back and said, "Mei Shan."

Wen Qi said in surprise: "Really?"

"Seriously, I promise a thousand gold." Cong Ji suddenly felt tired, and whispered, "I will definitely end my children and grandchildren, as you wish."

Wen Qi didn't hear clearly: "What did Your Majesty say?"

Cong Ji's brows were slumped: "Really, I promise a thousand gold."

Wen Qi asked: "I heard this sentence clearly, what is the next sentence?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just my own words." Cong Ji said, and with a snap of his fingers, he extinguished all the candles in the Danquan Hall. There is no moon today, and only the ever-burning lamps on the corridor are left to creep in through the windows.

Wen Qi suddenly fell into the darkness, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with Cong Ji, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty just drowned, is there something..."

Cong Ji interrupted: "I am safe and sound, I am a martial arts practitioner, I just recovered from drowning."

Wen Qi was worried, and looked straight at Cong Ji through the dim light.

Cong Ji has been running around endlessly for the past few days, and soon fell asleep.

He had a dream. In the dream, the queen mother was not poisoned to death, but was sitting on an armchair made of rosewood, and said disappointedly: "Why did you change into this appearance?"

The empress mother's tone was calm, but every word was crying blood.

He was eager to defend himself, but found that he was stepping on bones, covered in layers of blood, and had "ten steps" in his hands, scarlet and stench.

He woke up from his sleep, and in the dark night, he could only smell his own breathing.

Wen Qi was still in his arms, and he suddenly felt that he was covered in blood, so he was afraid of getting Wen Qi dirty, so he carefully peeled Wen Qi off his body and put him in the pool.

Wen Qi's body sank inch by inch, but unexpectedly, in the next breath, Wen Qi woke up and jumped towards him nimbly.

He was thrown to the ground by Wen Qi, who bit his Adam's apple viciously, and mumbled: "Your Majesty deliberately abandoned me while I was asleep, why?"

Cong Ji explained: "I have not abandoned you."

"There are all the witnesses and evidences. Your Majesty is clearly planning to abandon me." Wen Qi suddenly tasted the smell of blood, and then realized that he had bitten too hard, and immediately let go of his lips and teeth.

"I just put you into the pool water because I saw that you were dry all over, and I was afraid that you would feel unwell." Cong Ji knew that his Adam's apple was bitten, so he didn't feel any pain.

Wen Qi didn't know if he was dry just now, but it has been a long time since he got out of the water, so he should be dry already?

He believed what Cong Ji said, and said apologetically, "Although I didn't do it on purpose, I still hurt His Majesty, and His Majesty can punish me."

Cong Jiman said indifferently: "I don't feel any pain, so I won't punish you."

Wen Qi didn't like Cong Ji's contempt for his body, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the wound, and said: "I'm soaked right now, Your Majesty don't have to worry about my discomfort."

The smell of blood filled his mouth, making him feel extremely guilty.

It was not yet clear, Cong Ji let Wen Qi lick and lick, and fell asleep again.

He woke up half an hour before going up, and immediately pushed Wen Qi away.

Wen Qi was sleepy, and instinctively hugged Cong Ji's waist tightly: "I don't allow you to go, I don't allow you to visit my concubine, and I don't allow you to make my concubine pregnant."

Cong Ji poked the tip of Wen Qi's nose: "I have to go to court, and I have no time to visit my concubine."

Wen Qi opened his eyes wide and caught a glimpse of a white belly in the east, so he let go of Cong Ji and urged: "Your Majesty, go quickly, don't delay."

"Didn't it be you who made me delay?" Cong Ji put Wen Qi into the pool and left the Danquan Hall. After a good wash, he changed into court clothes before going to court.

Above the court hall, he noticed that many of his courtiers were looking at his Adam's apple, and said to himself: They obviously believed that I had a good time last night.

After the imperial court, he went to visit Cong Xun again, and Cong Xun had largely recovered, but because the Empress Dowager Zhou was worried, she still lived in Yong'an Palace.

Seeing Cong Ji, Cong Xun joked, "Where did Brother Huang get such a fierce beauty?"

Cong Ji just smiled and said nothing: Where is the fierce beauty?It was clearly a delicate and clingy young shark.

Cong Xun said again: "The emperor's vision is very high. It is rare for a beauty to catch the emperor's blue eyes. The queen has been empty for a long time. It is better to make that beauty a queen, so as to save the mother from worrying about the emperor's lack of heirs."

Make that squeamish and clingy shark a queen?

Impossible.

And even if the squeamish and clingy shark is made a queen, the young shark will not be able to give birth to an heir.

Cong Ji asked: "The queen mother talks about me every day in front of you, is she afraid that I will have no heirs?"

Cong Xun said frankly: "It's my minister who exaggerated, not every day, but only occasionally."

In that room, Wen Qi, who was studying with Yu Zhengyang, sneezed suddenly, and said embarrassingly, "Don't blame Mr. Yu."