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

In the Chongwen Museum, Wen Qi listened to Mr. Fu explaining "Nine Chapters of Shushu", but his mind was full of Cong Ji.

Not long ago, on the spur of the moment, he threatened Cong Ji with his own body and promised him not to harm himself. Cong Ji seemed very reluctant, and I wonder if he can keep his promise?

Why did Cong Ji commit suicide?

Cong Ji doesn't know pain and is not afraid of death. Cong Ji's self-mutilation should be due to the tendency of self-destructive, or there are other reasons?

As he was thinking, he stroked his lips, which seemed to still have Cong Ji's body temperature.

He clearly didn't have broken sleeves, but he was nostalgic for the taste of kissing Cong Ji.

In the beginning, in order to survive, he had to please Cong Ji deliberately and let Cong Ji embrace him. At that time, he was thinking day and night how to assassinate Cong Ji smoothly; Hugging, holding hands, and kissing the forehead are as natural as his innate instincts, and he doesn't even feel sick when he even pays tribute to Cong Ji; later, he doesn't like Cong Ji's concubine , wanting to prevent Cong Ji from drafting; now, not only can he tolerate Cong Ji kissing his lips, but he also actively welcomes Cong Ji's tongue and entangles with it.

After some careful consideration, he had to admit that what he said and did seemed to be the same as Duanxiu.

Maybe he had already unknowingly broke his sleeve for Cong Ji?Otherwise, how could he have harmed himself for Cong Ji without hesitation?

But why Cong Ji?Cong Ji is a tyrant, he was born in the general family, and the blood of justice flows in his bones. If the monarch is a wise monarch, he should dedicate his loyalty to the monarch and die; You can even follow the example of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.

Even if he really broke his sleeve, it shouldn't be Cong Ji.

No matter who it is, it shouldn't be Cong Ji.

Suddenly, a voice forcibly pulled him out of his chaotic thoughts: "Wen Qi, where did I go?"

Mr. Fu didn't listen to what Mr. Fu said, and he didn't pay attention to Cong Xun's reminder, so he said in an embarrassing way: "Wen Qi doesn't know."

Sensing that Wen Qi was distracted, Mr. Fu called Wen Qi's name, and he was not surprised by Wen Qi's answer.

He walked up to Wen Qi and said sternly, "Stretch out your hand."

Wen Qi saw that Mr. Fu was holding a ruler and stretched out his right hand with the palm facing up.

He has always been serious and eager to learn, and has never been given a ruler, but this time it was indeed his fault, and he was punished as it should be.

Mr. Fu knew that Jinshang had favored Wen Qi, but he would not break the rules just because he was concerned about Jinshang.

One, two, three.

The ruler hit the palm, and the palm turned red, but it didn't hurt too much. Mr. Fu should be merciful.

Wen Qi bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Thank you for your teaching, sir, Wen Qi knows he was wrong."

Mr. Fu found that Wen Qi's left hand was tied with fine cloth, and asked with concern, "Your left hand is injured?"

"Wen Qi is fine, sir, you don't need to worry about it." Wen Qi stared at his left hand, and then Cong Ji once again occupied his mind.

In that room, Cong Ji was worried about Cong Lu, and after reviewing dozens of memorials, he stepped out of the Sizheng Hall and went to the Bailu Hall.

Cong Lu was sitting on a soft couch embroidering. When she saw Cong Ji, she put down her embroidery stretcher and smiled sweetly: "I heard that my brother and sister-in-law are very affectionate. My brother stayed in my sister-in-law's palace. It only lasted two days in a row. My brother didn't accompany my sister-in-law. Why are you free to come see me?"

Cong Ji patiently explained: "Wen Qi is not a broken sleeve, so I can't be your sister-in-law."

"In other words, if sister-in-law loses her sleeves, she can be my sister-in-law." Cong Lu asserted, "As for brother, has he already fallen for sister-in-law?"

Cong Ji once had the idea of ​​taking Wen Qi as a pet, so he fell in love with Wen Qi, right?After all, he never thought of taking others as pets.

Cong Lu suggested: "My brother's position is empty, if my sister-in-law is willing, my brother might as well make my sister-in-law a queen."

"Wen Qi is not a broken sleeve." Cong Ji said solemnly, "Don't make fun of Wen Qi with this in the future."

"I've made a note of it." Cong Lu sighed, "Brother, when will you draft? You can't live without marrying?"

"I haven't thought about the draft yet." Cong Ji changed his words, "Luzhuer, is your health better?"

"Brother, you don't have to worry about me." Cong Lu no longer had hope for her body, hope was too slim, like a long self-torture.

Cong Ji observed Cong Lu's expression, and asked tentatively, "Do you remember what you did three days ago?"

"Three days ago..." Cong Lu thought for a long time, "I don't know what I did three days ago."

Apparently, Luzhu'er didn't remember that she scratched my head with a jade and stabbed Zhen three days ago.

Cong Ji was quite fortunate, but at the same time, he was worried because of the delay in Cong Lu's condition.

Cong Lu asked curiously, "Brother, what did I do three days ago?"

Cong Ji prevaricated: "It's not an important matter."

"If it's not something important, why didn't my brother tell you the truth?" Cong Lu said enthusiastically, "Let me guess. Three days ago, my brother and I won a big game?"

Seeing Cong Ji shaking her head, she continued to speculate: "Three days ago, my brother and I won a big Cuju victory?"

Cong Ji laughed and said: "Why didn't you and Zhen Cuju crash a thousand miles away?"

Cong Lu said truthfully: "Because my brother will let me, I don't want to lose my life."

While the siblings were talking, Yun Yan stepped in with a decoction in hand.

Cong Ji took the decoction and blew it to cool down a little before feeding it to Cong Lu.

Cong Lu gulped down the soup in one gulp, and said with a bitter face, "Xue Juan, where is my sweet soup?"

However, no one answered her.

After a while, she realized that she hadn't seen Xuejuan for several days, and hadn't had sweet soup for several days.

She looked at Cong Ji blankly: "Brother, Xue Juan seems to have disappeared."

Xuejuan is being interrogated by Shen Xinyi about Dali Temple.

Cong Ji knew that Cong Lu and Xue Juan had a good relationship, and Xue Juan had not been convicted so far, so he lied and said: "Xue Juan went back to his hometown to visit relatives."

"I see." Cong Lu said aggrieved again, "Brother, it's bitter, I want to drink sweet soup."

Because the soup and medicine that Cong Lu drank was complicated and conflicted with many ingredients used to make sweet soup, Cong Ji ordered someone to take the seasonal sweet-scented osmanthus crisps, picked up a piece, and sent it to Cong Lu's lips, coaxing : "How can sweet soup compare to sweet-scented osmanthus crisps?"

Cong Lu is not picky about food, took a bite of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps, and smiled contentedly, "It smells so sweet."

After Cong Ji fed the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus crisps to Cong Lu, she heard Cong Lu say: "Sweet soup is better for relieving bitterness."

Maybe it's because the sweet soup can relieve the effect of the medicine, so it can better relieve the bitterness?

He wiped his fingertips clean, rubbed Cong Lu's hair and said, "When you recover, you can drink as much sweet soup as you like, but right now, you have to restrain yourself, and don't drink sweet soup until the medicine is completely absorbed." .”

Cong Lu responded obediently: "All right."

Cong Ji stayed with Cong Lu for a while before returning to the Sizheng Hall to review the memorial.

After all the memorials were reviewed, he glanced at the sky and thought: Wen Qi is about to leave school.

Wen Qi's "ten steps" to cut the back of his hand is vivid in his memory, teaching him to cut his heart like a knife.

He stood up, his feet involuntarily went to Danquan Hall.

After school, Wen Qi did not go to the Sizheng Hall, but went straight back to the Danquan Hall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the Danquan Hall, he immediately saw Cong Ji, and immediately after, he was embraced by Cong Ji.

He was already used to Cong Ji's hug, as if he was born to be hugged by Cong Ji, as if Cong Ji had grown into such a broad chest just for him.

Cong Ji's scorching body temperature penetrated into his skin bit by bit through the connecting fabric; Cong Ji's hot breath poured down, enveloping him tightly.

When he raised his eyes, he could see the pain in Cong Ji's eyebrows, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw the right palm that had been slapped with a ruler three times because of Cong Ji.

In the next breath, he pushed Cong Ji away and said, "Your Majesty, how is the princess?"

Cong Ji was very strange, caught off guard, was pushed and staggered back a step.

After standing still, he looked at Wen Qi and asked without answering, "Wen Qi, what happened?"

Wen Qi pretended to be puzzled and said: "Why does Your Majesty ask such a question?"

Cong Ji said affirmatively: "The you now are different from the you in the morning."

"The me now is no different from the me in the morning." Wen Qifu asked again, "How is the princess?"

Is it possible that I am being overwhelmed?

Cong Ji replied: "Luzhu'er is fine, but she doesn't remember stabbing me."

"For the princess, it's really a blessing." Wen prayed to Cong Ji's heart, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"I'm fine, too. My fever is gone, and the wound is healing." Cong Ji took Wen Qi's left wrist, and pressed a kiss on the back of his hand, "Are you still in pain?"

In fact, it didn't hurt anymore, but after being cared by Cong Ji softly, Wen Qi suddenly felt a lot of pain.

He pursed his lips, eager to pull out his wrist, but lost his strength inexplicably.

"Your Majesty..." He gazed at Cong Ji and complained, "Your Majesty, I was beaten by Mr. Fu today."

There was no need to tell Cong Ji such trifles, but he wanted to talk to Cong Ji more.

Cong Ji joked: "I will send Mr. Fu, how about asking you to wear Mr. Fu's ruler?"

"No, I did something wrong." Wen Qi tried his best to make himself the same as the morning self, and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty should comfort me."

Cong Jifa asked: "What did you do wrong? How can I comfort you?"

Wen Qi answered one by one: "I lost my mind when Mr. Fu was explaining "Nine Chapters of Shu Shu", I want Your Majesty..."

He suddenly realized that what he wanted the most was Cong Ji's kiss—a kiss where lips and teeth intertwine and exchange fluid.

No, Cong Ji is a tyrant, and if he can't kill Cong Ji, he is very sorry for his father and ancestors who are shrouded in horse leather. He must not indulge in Cong Ji's kisses.

Cong Ji must have cast a gu on him, causing him to be fascinated by it.

He concentrated his attention before replying: "I want Your Majesty to find Miao Miao for me quickly."

Cong Ji has not been able to get more information about Miao Miao from Qi Yongshan recently. In a few days, Qi Yongshan's original partner and their children will arrive in the capital, hoping to make Qi Yongshan let go.

But this is just a beautiful vision, eight out of ten is the female merman in the wine shop, who has hanged herself to death.