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

After leaving the Golden Luan Hall, he went directly to the Danquan Hall. The Danquan Hall was originally the residence of Concubine Duan. Because the concubine Duan had never harmed him and had a married daughter, he asked Concubine Duan to move out of the palace. Go and live with his daughter.

After Concubine Duan left, the Danquan Hall was abandoned immediately. In order to raise the sharks, he reopened the Danquan Hall, built a pool, filled it with sea water, and named it "Danquan".

——Danquan is the fairy spring in the legend, just drink a sip, and you can live forever.

He was afraid that Wen Qi would escape, so there were many guards inside and outside the Danquan Hall, and when he walked to the front of the Danquan Hall, he waved his hand at those guards to signal them to keep quiet.

He walked to the tub again, and was relieved to see Wen Qi sleeping soundly in the tub.

Wen Qi is nothing more than a baby shark, unable to transform his legs, so it is obviously difficult to escape from this deep palace.

Even so, he got the long-lost peace from Wen Qi, and he didn't want to take the slightest risk, so he decided to keep Wen Qi.

Facing Wen Qi, he suddenly felt that he had become the deposed prince who depended on Cong Lu again, and Wen Qi was the food he depended on for survival.

He stared straight at Wen Qi, and vividly woke Wen Qi from his deep sleep.

Wen Qi's eyelashes trembled, and after a while, he opened his eyes.

Due to the hangover, he smelled of alcohol, his face was still red, and he was a little dizzy.

He pressed his temple, and it took him a while to understand his current situation.

By the way, he is no longer the sick and weak son who is down and out, but a young shark who may be eaten by a tyrant.

As soon as he thought about the tyrant, the tyrant immediately came into his eyes, and he was tense for a moment, but the tyrant's right hand covered his hair.

The tyrant also touched his hair yesterday, is he addicted?

It's not an addiction, the tyrant should regard him as a novelty, just as a pastime.

He decided so, but the tyrant's hand became more and more gentle.

Cong Ji regained his composure, and immediately put away his murderous intentions towards Zhongshuling. Although Zhongshuling had a tough temper and his words were not pleasant to listen to, it was really rare to be able to speak out to him, and it would be a pity to kill him.

Seeing Wen Qi pressing his temple, he asked with concern, "Do you have a headache?"

Seeing Wen Qi nodding his head again, he summoned the imperial physician and ordered the imperial physician to make a bowl of hangover soup.

Then, he smiled and said: "Little Zuiyu, did you sleep well last night?"

This tyrant really wants to eat me!

Relying on the tyrant's inability to understand shark language, Wen Qi retorted: "I'm not a little drunken fish."

Cong Ji didn't know what Wen Qi was muttering, so he spread his palms: "What do you want to say?"

Wen Qi had no choice but to show weakness: All blessings and peace, Your Majesty.

Cong Ji asked curiously: "How do you know court etiquette?"

Wen Qi replied frankly: I have always loved the script, but I learned it from the script, which is just superficial.

"So that's how it is." Cong Ji said kindly, "Now you are only a mermaid, and you don't have any companions of your own race. Presumably you also want to pass the time by reading story books?"

Wen Qi's eyes lit up: Does Your Majesty want to send me the script?

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi: "I never do anything unprofitable. If I give you the book, what benefits can you give me?"

This tyrant is indeed a tyrant, and every penny counts. Right now, he is clearly imprisoned here, with no possessions, and letting the tyrant kill and seize, how can the tyrant get any benefit.

Wen Qi didn't dare to talk back, and after thinking about it, he wrote seriously: The quality of the shark beads I produced is very good, what does your Majesty think?

In the script, in order to force Yuan Chen to produce pearls, the tyrant exhausted torture on Yuan Chen.

Sooner or later, he will produce pearls. If he does not take the initiative, he will suffer less torture. If he can win the favor of the tyrant, he may not be bound by iron rings and chains, and he may have the opportunity to get rid of the tyrant. People from harm.

He pretended to be obedient, but unexpectedly, the tyrant said: "You were drunk last night and cried for a long time. You produced a lot of shark pearls. I ordered people to put them away. I have no shortage of shark pearls."

He said in astonishment: Really?I cried last night?

Cong Ji nodded and said, "It's very pitiful to cry."

As soon as the words fell, he personally brought over a wooden box on the shelf that was kept aside.

Wen Qi opened the wooden box and saw that the shark beads inside were exactly the same as those produced by the original body he had seen in his dream.

Cong Ji put down the wooden box, and then brought two wooden boxes, which also contained shark pearls produced by Wen Qi.

Wen Qi looked helplessly at the many shark beads: Then I don't want to talk about it.

Cong Ji thought for a moment and suggested, "Why don't you read the script to me?"

Wen Qi was taken aback, this tyrant's actions were beyond his expectations, what exactly was he trying to do?What's more, the tyrant doesn't understand at all what he said, so what's the point of him reading the scriptures?Could it be that the tyrant was just teasing him?

Since the proposal would not cause him any loss, he still agreed.

Cong Jifa asked: "When will you be able to speak out?"

It was he who misunderstood Cong Ji, and Cong Ji did not tease him.

Wen Qi was worried about how to answer, but the answer suddenly appeared in his mind: In three months, I will be a hundred years old, and I will be able to speak out when I am a hundred years old.

Cong Ji said generously: "Then I will wait for you to read the scriptures to me after three months."

He ordered a servant to go out of the palace to collect the story books, and then put the shark beads in the three wooden box back on the shelf, and then reached out to Wen Qi.

Three months later, not only could he speak human words, but he could also transform into two feet. At that time, whether he wanted to assassinate the tyrant or escape would be much easier.

Wen Qi prayed in his heart that he would survive three months, but when he saw the tyrant stretching out his hand to him, he trembled instinctively, but he dared not refuse.

Cong Ji's heart softened again, and he comforted: "Don't be afraid, I just want to give you medicine, and it won't hurt you."

Wen Qi smiled and said: Thank you.

Cong Ji carried Wen Qi out of the tub, placed him on a soft couch, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and gently smeared Wen Qi.

Wen Qi lay obediently, but covered the scales on his lower/body with his hands again.

Cong Ji handed the ointment to Wen Qi, and Wen Qi immediately turned away. Although he knew that Wen Qi did this out of shame, he didn't understand why Wen Qi, as a mermaid and an extraordinary person, would feel shame?

Wen Qi had almost put on the ointment, but his stomach growled uncontrollably.

Cong Ji heard Wen Qi's belly sounds, and then remembered that he hadn't had breakfast either.

——Because he was always hungry when he was the deposed prince, after he gained the imperial power, he suffered from gluttony. It took him nearly a year to cure the gluttony. After that, he has no interest in eating.

For him, eating is simply because he doesn't want to starve himself to death.

Wen Qi raised his hand to stroke his lower abdomen, and looked at Cong Ji pitifully: Your Majesty, I'm hungry.

Cong Ji joked: "Little Zuiyu, since you are hungry, just eat yourself."

Wen Qi said in a nasty voice: "I'm not a little drunk fish, and I'm not eating, and I'm not going to eat myself."

Cong Ji pinched Wen Qi's jaw with his index finger and thumb: "Little Zuiyu, aren't you scolding me?"

Wen Qi said innocently: Wen Qi dare not.

Cong Ji didn't really want to argue with Wen Qi, he had been a tyrant for seven years, and there were countless people who yelled at him secretly, so he didn't care at all.

Afterwards, he let go of Wen Qi's chin, and ordered his servant to pass on the food to Shangshi Bureau.

After about a cup of tea, the Hangover Soup was brought, and Wen Qi drank it all in one gulp. It should be because he is a mermaid now. The Hangover Soup was warm and uncomfortable, and his throat seemed to be scalded. It made him frown.

The hangover soup had a remarkable effect, and his headache disappeared immediately.

After another cup of tea, breakfast was served.

After breakfast, two servants came in carrying a large wooden box with words.

Cong Ji ordered his servant to put the story book by the pool, and then carried Wen Qi into the pool with his own hands. As soon as Wen Qi entered the pool, he swam happily before reaching the edge of the pool.

He was about to take a storybook from the wooden box, but he was afraid of offending the tyrant, after all, the tyrant was notoriously moody.

He stared at the tyrant eagerly, fawningly fawningly.

Cong Ji was sitting in front of a few cases reviewing the memorial. Seeing this, he pretended to be puzzled and said, "What do you mean?"

Wen Qi raised his finger and wrote: Your Majesty, can I read the script now?

Cong Ji suddenly found it extremely interesting to tease this young shark, and said with a deadpan expression: "No."

Wen Qi had to give up the storybook, sink to the bottom of the pool, and shut himself up while spitting bubbles.

After Cong Ji reviewed a memorial, he was startled when he saw that Wen Qi was still silent, and walked quickly to the poolside. Seeing the bubbles rising and falling on the surface of the pool, he felt relieved.

He couldn't bear to embarrass Wen Qi any more, and said loudly: "If you want to read the script, you can read it."

Naturally, Wen Qi would not reject the tyrant's kindness, and immediately surfaced on the surface of the pool. As he swam, the surface of the pool produced layers of ripples.

He casually took a book of stories, which turned out to be a book of erotic stories, he flipped through several pages, it was really unsightly.

Before his death, due to his weak body, he never had lust, so naturally he never read pornographic scripts.

This was the first time he read the romance story book, and he flipped through several pages before he realized that this story book was not only the romance story book, but also the Longyang romance story book.

Fortunately, he has not yet turned a hundred years old, otherwise, if he wanted to read the book of Long Yang's love story to the tyrant, he might not be able to do it.

He stuffed the script of Long Yang's love story under the other scripts, and at the same time, a thought popped into his mind: Did the tyrant do it on purpose?

No, if the tyrant ordered him to sleep, and he was completely powerless to resist, then the tyrant would just attack directly, there is no need to do so.

From the corner of Cong Ji's eyes, he caught sight of Wen Qi's flustered behavior, so he put down his ink brush and asked, "What are you hiding from me?"

Wen Qi blushed and shook his head suddenly.

Cong Ji walked up to Wen Qi's side, stroked Wen Qi's side neck with his fingertips, and threatened: "If you report the truth, I will spare you punishment; if you tell lies, I will arrest you..."

He paused, then casually pinched Wen Qi's Adam's apple and said, "How do you think I will deal with you?"

This tyrant obviously would tear him to pieces, Wen Qi had no choice but to find out the book of Long Yang's love story just now, and respectfully enshrine it to the tyrant.

Cong Ji took the script and scanned it, only then did he realize why Wen Qi was so flustered.

Because he doesn't like to be approached by others, he has no interest in bed affairs. He has never been recruited, his harem is empty, and he never pays attention to the minister's memorial about the draft.

Anyway, he still has a half-brother Cong Xun. If he dies early, he can pass the throne to Cong Xun;

Therefore, he never bothered about the emperor's heir.

Because he has no interest in bed matters, no matter how evocative the script is written, he is not moved, and even thinks that the words are exaggerated and disgusting.