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

However, Cong Ji became enthusiastic at night.

Wen Qi was covered in hot sweat. He opened his eyes and looked at Cong Ji. Seeing that Cong Ji's face was covered with a sickly blush under the candlelight, he sat up abruptly and said loudly, "Hurry up and get rid of it." Doctor Yun, please come."

Cong Ji woke up when he heard the sound, and said nervously: "Wen Qi, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not feeling well." Wen Qi met Cong Ji's eyes, "Does your Majesty know that I have a fever?"

Cong Ji thought he was conscious, so he shook his head and said, "I don't have a fever."

Wen Qi sighed: "Your Majesty really never cares about himself."

Cong Ji took it for granted: "I am a tyrant, so I don't need to cherish myself. If I can die young, it will be the luck of the people."

Wen Qi paused word by word and said: "Your Majesty may have been tyrannical, but since I entered the palace, I have never seen His Majesty's tyrannical behavior. I will always be with Your Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty will take care of yourself."

Cong Ji was naturally moved, but his wavering determination was once again strengthened when he thought about his murderous self.

Not long after, Yun Yan arrived, and seeing Cong Ji's expression, he asserted, "Your Majesty has a fever."

To be on the safe side, he checked Cong Ji's pulse again, and then prescribed a decoction to reduce fever.

About an hour later, the soup was brought by Yun Yan.

Cong Ji drank it all in one gulp, as if what he drank was not a decoction, but a fine wine.

"It's really not bitter?" Wen Qi poked out the tip of his tongue, and licked a little decoction off Cong Ji's lips.

Before he could evacuate, Cong Ji grabbed the back of his neck suddenly, and then, Cong Ji's lips fell down gently.

He looked straight at Cong Ji, and after a while, he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's lips in a strange way, and then used the tip of his tongue to test Wen Qi's lips.

Wen Qi had never been kissed like this before, and he couldn't help but let go of his lips and teeth.

At the same time, his body was so hot that his bones seemed to be completely scalded.

He impatiently grabbed Cong Ji's obscene skirt, and in the next breath, he tasted bitterness from Cong Ji's mouth.

For some reason, at the flick of a finger, the bitterness turned into an inexplicable sweetness.

Suddenly, the sound of tearing silk sounded, causing the kiss to come to an abrupt end.

Wen Qi lowered his head and saw that it was he who tore Cong Ji's obscene clothes because of too much force.

The obscene clothes were expensive, he was startled, and apologized: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Cong Ji calmed down, he took the initiative to kiss Wen Qi just now, but he didn't know why he did it.

Looking at Cong Ji's half-covered chest, Wen Qi got off the bed, took out a new obscene garment, and put it on for Cong Ji.

Under the influence of the decoction, Cong Ji couldn't resist the drowsiness, so he hugged Wen Qi's waist and said, "Mei Shan."

Wen Qi stared at Cong Ji's eyebrows, and couldn't help kissing Cong Ji's lips again.

"Your Majesty, Mei Shan." He always had a good schedule, but tonight he was so worried that he couldn't sleep at night.

He went to touch Cong Ji's forehead from time to time, and wiped Cong Ji's sweat from time to time, until Cong Ji opened his eyes and was awake.

Cong Ji suddenly met Wen Qi's eyes, rubbed Wen Qi's hair and said, "Did you stay up all night just to take care of me?"

Wen Qi asked without answering, "Is Your Majesty okay?"

"I'm fine, I have to go to court." Cong Ji wanted to get off the bed, but Wen Qi hugged his waist from behind: "Your Majesty was seriously injured and still has a fever, how can he go to court? "

Cong Ji turned his head, looked at Wen Qi and said, "It's not a serious injury. I do still have a fever, but I don't feel any discomfort. I think it will be time for the fever to subside after a while."

"Then it will be later, when His Majesty's fever subsides, and then go to court." Wen Qi refused to let go.

Cong Ji tried to push Wen Qi's hand away, but he was afraid of hurting Wen Qi again. After a long stalemate, he was still held tightly by Wen Qi.

He had no choice but to sternly say, "Wen Qi, let go."

Wen Qi was resolute and refused: "Your Majesty, unless you cut off my hands, I will never let go."

Cong Ji was not willing to cut off Wen Qi's hands, and immediately advised softly: "Let go, I am really safe, and I will come back in the morning when I go up."

Wen Qi begged: "What's the matter if your Majesty avoids the morning court again?"

Seeing that Wen Qi's eyes were red, Cong Ji had to compromise and said: "Don't cry, I won't go to court today."

Wen Qi stared at Cong Ji and said, "Really?"

"Seriously." Cong Jifu lay down again, and ordered his servants to inform the ministers.

Wen Qi got into Cong Ji's arms, rubbed the bandage on Cong Ji's heart with his fingertips, sniffed the plaster that came out faintly, and then looked at Cong Ji.

Cong Ji closed his eyes, noticed Wen Qi's gaze, and immediately opened his eyelids.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Qi didn't know what he wanted to say, so he kept calling, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Cong Ji caressed Wen Qi's back and said: "You have guarded me all night, and now it will be bright in the east, you should go to sleep soon."

"I'm not at ease." Wen Qi raised his fingers and stroked Cong Ji's eyebrows, "Your Majesty is not afraid of life and death, I'm afraid that one day your Majesty will..."

He didn't dare to utter unlucky words, and instead asked: "What should I do so that Your Majesty can cherish myself more?"

No matter what Wen Qi did, it was impossible for Cong Ji to cherish himself more.

Cong Ji didn't want to deceive Wen Qi, so he remained silent.

"Your Majesty, you are the Lord of the Southern Jin Dynasty. You have people to protect and a princess to take care of. Take care of yourself." The more Wen Qi said, the more powerless he felt. Cong Ji was not ignorant of these things, he was just wasting his tongue That's all.

He simply stopped talking, just avoided Cong Ji's wound, and then slipped into Cong Ji's arms.

Cong Ji was running hot, and the heat had receded a little compared to last night, but for him, it was still overheated and not very comfortable.

After a while, Yun Yan brought the decoction and took Cong Ji's pulse, then withdrew.

Cong Ji drank the decoction just like last night.

Wen Qi put the medicine bowl aside without saying a word.

"Sorry, I made you worry." Cong Ji said softly, "I assure you, I will never leave this Danquan Hall until the fever subsides."

Wen Qi smiled instantly: "Your Majesty should have done this long ago."

"Go to sleep." Cong Ji pulled Wen Qi into his arms again.

Wen Qi was already sleepy and refused to fall asleep.

Cong Ji raised his hand to cover Wen Qi's eyes: "Sleep, I'll be with you."

Wen Qi was still worried: "Your Majesty, you are not joking."

Cong Ji nodded and said, "You are not joking."

Wen Qi finally fell asleep. After sleeping for only a stick of incense, he woke up again.

He raised his head and kissed Cong Ji's forehead: "If your majesty is not sleepy, can you tell me about the princess?"

"I was twelve years old, and Luzhu'er was six years old. Our queen mother passed away. Soon, I was abolished as the crown prince. The successor—that is, the queen mother of Zhou was welcomed into the palace today, and the emperor favored the successor. After a few months, Concubine Shu was indifferent to her. Afterwards, Concubine Shu received three thousand favors. When her mother was alive, Concubine Shu was always on top of Concubine Shu. Concubine Shu naturally held a grudge. There are seven or eight points similar, and when Lu Zhu'er grows up, it is because of an ancestor worship, which was seen by outsiders, that she won the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital.

"Lu Zhu'er was only ten years old, and Concubine Shu wanted to marry Lu Zhu'er, but Lu Zhu'er was too young, and the emperor did not agree. It is the son of Zhang's family. The ancestors of Zhang's family were once prominent. The son of Zhang's family inherited the title and enjoyed the imperial salary, but he is a rascal. Stabbed to death with a knife. At that time, Concubine Shu had already become obsessed with her father, and her father probably couldn't even remember her mother, and didn't care about who Lu Zhu'er's future husband would be.

"Naturally, Lu Zhu'er didn't want to marry that villain, so she was forced onto the sedan chair. In the sedan chair, Lu Zhu'er pulled out the golden steps in her hair, and ruined her appearance with the golden steps. When she got off the sedan chair, she He lifted off the red hijab, and the villain was so frightened that he lost control on the spot.

"Concubine Shu was afraid that I would be in the way, so she tied me up three days in advance. When I saw Lu Zhu'er again, Lu Zhu'er's appearance was completely ruined, and her high fever persisted. I couldn't help it. I knelt in front of the imperial medical office and cried, but no one offered a helping hand." Five days later, Luzhu'er's high fever finally subsided. Since then, although Luzhu'er has not been foolish, her mental state has been unstable. After I ascended the throne, I searched for famous doctors, but with little success Some imperial physicians directly pointed out that the golden step used by Lu Zhu'er was poisonous, unless it can be detoxified, Lu Zhu'er's appearance will not be restored, and Lu Zhu'er will not be able to become a normal person."

Cong Ji's expression changed from resentment to powerlessness, and then from powerlessness to self-blame: "If I hadn't been too incompetent, how could Lu Zhuer have suffered such misfortune?"

Wen Qi comforted: "It's not your Majesty's fault."

Cong Lu suffered innocently, but he cared more about Cong Ji, so he asked: "Your Majesty said that I was tied up for three days, what happened in those three days?"

Cong Ji said lightly: "I was locked in a secret room that never saw the light of day. The servant in charge of guarding me mixed filth in the meal, and the drinking water was the urine of the servant. I was hungry for three days. When he was released, he was so hungry that he snatched the fish from the cat's bowl."

Wen Qi hugged Cong Ji tighter, and guessed: "Perhaps Concubine Shu poisoned Jin Buyao because she expected that the princess would self-mutilate or commit suicide. Jin Buyao is probably gone already?"

"Jin Buyao is indeed gone." Cong Ji said with a frown, "I didn't know that Jin Buyao was quenched with poison. After ascending to the throne, he killed Concubine Shu's mother and son. Now I can't find out the name of the poison. It would be great if I saved Concubine Shu's mother and son's lives."

"Your Majesty, you can't predict the future, so don't blame yourself." Wen Qi said distressedly, "Did Your Majesty suffer a lot in those years?"

No one has ever asked Cong Ji like this. Cong Ji is not used to complaining, but Wen Qi is different, so he said frankly: "I did suffer a lot in those years."

Wen Qi choked slightly and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for working so hard to get through those difficult years, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

When Cong Ji heard this, he actually felt that it was okay to be more difficult.

Wen Qi kissed Cong Ji's heart: "Your Majesty, get better soon."

"I'm fine." Before the words fell, Cong Ji was stared at by Wen Qi.

Wen Qi bit Cong Ji's side neck in dissatisfaction, and said vaguely: "Your Majesty is obviously injured, and if you say that you are fine, I will teach His Majesty to be bruised."

Cong Ji said with great interest: "How can the flesh be bruised?"

As soon as Wen Qi applied force, the skin on the side of the neck was bitten out with blood, and he said viciously: "It's just like this."

He tasted Cong Ji's blood, and immediately regretted it, his eyes watered: "It's all your Majesty's fault."

"It's all my fault." Cong Ji didn't feel any pain, only a slight itching.

The itching made him distraught, and for a while, he even wanted to take Wen Qi as a prostitute, ordering Wen Qi to reciprocate for him.

But he knew that he must not do this, and he must not destroy Wen Qi.

Back then, he was just almost violated, leaving a shadow, and he must not multiply the misfortunes he has encountered on Wen Qi.

Wen Qi suddenly felt that Cong Ji's eyes were deep, as if he was going to drown him.

He couldn't help being stunned, and said after a long time: "Your Majesty should rest more, not to mention taking the decoction just now."