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

When the voice fell to the ground, Wen Qi actually got into his arms, avoiding his mouth, and pillowed on his shoulder.

Wen Qi's behavior was obviously unconscious, but it made him distracted, he listened to Wen Qi's heartbeat, then pecked and kissed Wen Qi's hair, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Wen Qi, I am happy with you. "

After a while, his heartbeat was mixed with Wen Qi's, and it was indistinguishable.

He also hasn't slept well for a long time, but he is reluctant to sleep.

He stared greedily at Wen Qi, throbbing all over his body.

Suddenly, Wen Qi moved, causing him to close his eyes and fall asleep guiltily.

In the next breath, his lips were rubbed against something soft.

He couldn't help opening his eyes, pinched Wen Qi's jaw, and covered his lower lip.

The long-lost kiss was very ecstasy, bewitching him, making him unwilling to let Wen Qi go.

Wen Qi closed his eyes and let him kiss obediently, as if he was not awake.

After a long time, he reluctantly let go of Wen Qi.

He is pleased with Wen Qi, and of course wants to do all the intimate things in the world to Wen Qi, but unfortunately, he can't do it.

He kissed Wen Qi's brow again, and said guiltily: "You expected it, I came here to take advantage of your drowsiness to treat you lightly, I am not only a murderous tyrant, but also a shameless climber. Apprentice."

The next day, when Wen Qi woke up, Cong Ji was no longer there, should he go to court?

Wen Qi sat up, put his hands on his knees, rested his chin on his knees, and was in a daze.

His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his left shoulder, but he didn't care.

Perhaps it was because Cong Ji stayed overnight at Danquan Hall that he had a dream last night.

In the dream, he and Cong Ji fell in love with each other, and Cong Ji resisted all opinions and made him a queen.

After marriage, one person and one shark have a firm relationship, and the honey is mixed with oil.

Cong Ji is like Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty, from now on the king will accompany him every step of the way.

He has to bear the rain and dew almost every day, and he is rarely fully clothed.

Half a year later, he suddenly felt a loss of appetite and often vomited. After the imperial physician's pulse diagnosis, he just found out that he was pregnant for three months.

In the dream, he was not surprised by this.

In July, before giving birth, he couldn't maintain his feet, turned back into a shark tail, and immersed his whole body in the sea water. After suffering a lot, he successfully gave birth to a baby boy.

Cong Ji was ecstatic, and immediately made the baby boy a prince.

Cong Ji loved him even more, dismissed the Sangong Sixth Academy for him, and stopped drafting for him.

He persuaded Cong Ji to abandon evil and do good. Many years later, the Southern Jin River Qinghaiyan, the country is prosperous and the people are safe.

This dream is absurd but sweet, completely different from reality.

How great would it be if he could live in a dream?

He subconsciously touched his lower abdomen, which was naturally flat.

He is not a female mermaid and cannot conceive offspring, not to mention he has never had sex with Cong Ji.

"Your Majesty really hurt me a lot. If it wasn't for Your Majesty, how could I have dreamed that I was pregnant and gave birth?" He muttered to himself, and suddenly, a thought popped into his mind: I wore it after being strangled to death by my mother. In the storybook, if I commit suicide, will I be able to enter the dream?

Driven by this thought, he got off the bed and searched for a murder weapon that could be used to commit suicide.

However, there is no suitable murder weapon in the Danquan Hall.

He dived into the pool, took out the fragments that he had planned to cut Cong Ji's throat, and wanted to cut his own throat.

The sharp fragments attached to his throat one by one, and he only needed to use force to get rid of the hopeless love.

At this moment, he thought of his mother and himself who asked Cong Ji not to harm himself.

As soon as he let go, the debris sank to the bottom of the pool, while he himself went ashore.

Can't kill himself, life is precious, no matter what, he can't kill himself, how can he not kill himself because of begging?How could he commit suicide just because of Cong Ji?

The so-called transmigrating into a dream was just his wishful thinking.

How could he commit suicide because of delusions?

And even if he can really penetrate into the dream, what's the point if everything in the dream is false?

He has always been optimistic, he should cheer up and find himself.

Thinking of this, he got up to wash up, went to the Chongwen Museum, listened to Mr.'s explanation, and warned himself not to be distracted.

Spring is approaching, and his homework has fallen too much recently, not to mention Huiyuan, I'm afraid he won't even be able to pass the palace examination, he has to catch up.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the new year is approaching, and all the teachers in the Chongwen Museum are on vacation, so he can only study by himself in the Danquan Hall.

Cong Ji would come to Danquan Hall occasionally, but he never stayed long, let alone stayed overnight in Danquan Hall. He didn't know whether Cong Ji would come or not today.

He no longer looked forward to Cong Ji's arrival, but concentrated on his homework.

Even though the agreement between him and Cong Ji has been voided, it has nothing to do with him whether Cong Ji is drafted or not. He also hopes that he can win the Hui Yuan and make some achievements in the court.

He can't change Cong Ji. Cong Ji refuses to listen to advice and insists on being a tyrant, but he can aspire to be an upright official who benefits the people and tries his best to protect one side's safety under Cong Ji's hands.

On the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, on New Year's Eve, Cong Ji had clearly said that he would watch the New Year's Eve with him, but he did not show up for a long time.

By the way, he almost forgot that he rejected Cong Ji, and Cong Ji would not come over to watch the new year with him.

It seems that it is bustling outside, the palace should be holding a New Year's Eve banquet right now?

But what does this excitement have to do with him?

He drank the Xi Shi fish maw soup that the waiter had just brought, it tasted like chewing wax, he took a few sips and then put down the spoon.

Then, he looked towards the place where the bustle came from, and said piously: "Tomorrow is the New Year, may Miaomiao be safe and sound, may the princess recover her appearance soon, may all unsolved cases come to light, may the people live and work in peace and contentment, may the court be honest and upright, and may Your Majesty have a long life." Sun and Moon, may Your Majesty change the past, become a wise ruler, and start a peaceful and prosperous world, and may I be His Majesty's right-hand man and help His Majesty."

He is not a extravagant person, even though he has no appetite at the moment, he still takes up the chilled Xishi fish maw soup and drank it down in one gulp.

The busier it was outside, the lonelier he felt.

He finally left the Danquan Hall and walked away in a lively manner.

Not long after, he saw Cong Ji sitting in the main seat. Cong Ji was drinking fine wine while enjoying singing and dancing.

The dancing girl has a beautiful face and a charming figure. A large piece of skin is hidden in the tulle, which is faintly visible, and it is enough to confuse people without the need for a woman to accompany it.

Will Cong Ji accept this woman as a concubine?

so what?so what?

With a wry smile, he returned to Danquan Hall.

Cong Ji didn't notice Wen Qi. In the past half month, the situation between Southern Jin and Zhou Chu has become more and more tense. Zhou Chu is about to make a move. Even if he marches into Southern Jin today, he won't be surprised.

He was thinking about countermeasures, and after drinking a cup of Autumn Dew, he winked at the Minister of the Household Department and left the table.

During the banquet, all the ministers were promoting cups and changing cups, Mr. Hu, Minister of the Household Department, understood and left the table.

The two monarchs and ministers walked to a secluded place, and Cong Ji asked, "Hu Aiqing, how is the food and grass raising?"

Mr. Hu said in embarrassment: "At present, there are 58 soldiers in the frontier. If there is a war, the food and grass raised by the minister can only last for half a month at most."

If war breaks out, half a month is far from enough.

Cong Ji understood that Master Hu had done his best, but he had no choice but to order: "Hu Aiqing, the food and clothing of 58 soldiers will be entrusted to you. , you must do your part.”

Master Hu cupped his hands and said, "I will do my best to live up to His Majesty and the 58 soldiers."

"Retire." Cong Ji had no interest in enjoying himself, so he didn't go back to the banquet, but went to Shangshi Bureau, and ordered the imperial chef to cook a bowl of Fuyuanzi.

——There is a custom of eating Fuyuanzi during the New Year in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The imperial chef put the cooked Fuyuanzi in a bowl, and sprinkled some sweet-scented osmanthus, and the aroma was immediately pleasing to the nose.

Cong Ji stared at Fu Yuanzi, and suddenly realized that Fu Yuanzi symbolized reunion, but he and Wen Qi were about to part ways, which was inappropriate.

Therefore, he ordered: "This bowl of Fuyuanzi will be rewarded to you, and you can make another bowl of soup rice cakes, and put fried small yellow croakers on it."

The rice cake symbolizes yearly prosperity, and the small yellow croaker symbolizes a surplus every year. After frying, the color of the small yellow croaker is more golden, implying warmth and a bright future, which is actually much more suitable than Fuyuanzi.

The imperial chef promised, and quickly made a bowl of rice cakes in small yellow croaker soup.

Cong Ji didn't want to pretend to be someone else's hand, so he took the food table and went to Danquan Hall by himself.

The Danquan Hall was brightly lit, so he carried the food table with one hand and pushed the door open with the other to enter.

Wen Qi was working hard, heard the movement, raised his head, and looked at Cong Ji intently.

When he was young, he put down the "Zuoshi Chunqiu Biography" in his hand, walked up to Cong Ji, bowed and said, "Wen Qi has seen Your Majesty."

Afraid that he would be looked down upon by Wen Qi, Cong Ji took out the small yellow croaker rice cake soup from the dining table, put it on the table, and said softly, "Don't work too hard, lest you hurt your body, today is the day On New Year's Eve, you can rest after eating this small yellow croaker rice cake soup, I won't disturb you anymore, Mei Shan."

Only then did Wen Qi realize that Cong Ji did not come empty-handed, and he couldn't help but grab Cong Ji's sleeves: "Isn't Your Majesty going to watch the New Year with Wen Qi? Why did you leave in such a hurry?"

Cong Ji wanted to ask Wen Qi why he changed his mind, but he was afraid that Wen Qi would change his mind again, so he said with a smile: "I won't leave, I will watch the New Year with you."

"It's an honor." Wen Qi sat down and ate the small yellow croaker rice cake soup. Seeing Cong Ji standing there, as if at a loss, he said with a smile, "Your Majesty, why don't you just sit down."

Cong Ji nodded and sat beside Wen Qi.

Wen Qi picked up a piece of fish and asked, "Do you want some, Your Majesty?"

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "No need."

Today is the annual New Year's Eve, Wen Qi couldn't resist the grinding lovesickness, and wanted to indulge himself to get close to Cong Ji, but Cong Ji obviously didn't want to get close to him.

That being the case, why did Cong Ji bring the small yellow croaker rice cake soup with his own hands?

Every year is high and every year is more than enough.

He naturally knew Cong Ji's intentions.

After eating the small yellow croaker rice cake soup, Wen Qi looked at Cong Ji, not knowing what to say, and finally asked, "How is Zhou Chu?"

Cong Ji said succinctly: "Nanjin and Zhou Chu will definitely have a battle next year. The chances of the Southern Jin winning are not high, and it may be a hard fight."

Wen Qi said seriously: "Even if the chances of winning the Southern Jin Dynasty are not great, Wen Qi believes that His Majesty will be able to turn things around."

Cong Ji was delighted with Wen Qi, and naturally hoped that he could turn things around as Wen Qi said.

But turning things around is easier said than done?

But as long as the capital can be defended, there will always be a day of regrouping.

Moreover, it is not easy for Zhou Chu to approach the capital.

Wen Qi asked again: "Your Majesty, is Miao Miao's whereabouts?"

Cong Ji said apologetically, "I don't have Miao Miao's whereabouts yet."

Wen Qi didn't know what else to say, so he remained silent.

The atmosphere was dull, the New Year's Eve banquet was not over yet, one person and one shark could even hear drunken gibberish.

After about an hour, the New Year's Eve banquet ended.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, and a needle could be heard falling. Wen Qi stared at the dancing flames not far away, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it is already the New Year."

Cong Ji responded, "It's the New Year already."

He always felt like a parrot learning to talk, but other than that, he had no idea what to say.

Once again, one person and one shark fell into a situation where the needle drop could be heard, until Dongfang turned pale, they didn't make a sound again, as if they were confronting each other.

Cong Ji ordered his servant Chuan Shan, and after breakfast, Wen Qi said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for watching the New Year together with Wen Qi."

Next year - it will be the first day of the first lunar month, and this year Cong Ji will no longer watch the New Year with him.

I wasted the only time of watching the new year, and I should say something more to Cong Ji.

He regretted it very much, but it was too late.

"Thank you for keeping the New Year's Eve together with me." Since the mother passed away, Cong Ji either kept the New Year's Eve with Cong Lu, or regarded New Year's Eve as an ordinary day and did not keep the New Year's Eve.

Wen Qi pursed his lips and reminded: "Today is the first day of the first lunar month, Your Majesty, don't forget to greet the Queen Mother Zhou."

Cong Ji's suspicion of the Queen Mother Zhou has not been dispelled, but the Queen Mother Zhou is still the Queen Mother in name, and according to the ancestral system, he should really pay her respects to the Queen Mother Zhou.

Wen Qi called it a reminder, but he was actually driving him away, and he knew it well.

"I'm going to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager. You should work hard." His mouth was full of bitterness, as if he had a handful of yellow lotus in his mouth, but he didn't show it on his face.

After saying that, he left Wen Qi whom he liked step by step.

The author has something to say: It is expected that next week the mind will be connected

Fuyuanzi: glutinous rice balls