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

The matter of cloud and rain is just for reproduction, how can there be so much fun as described in this script?

What's more, this script is the script of Longyang's script. Although Longyang's addiction has existed since ancient times, most of the people who suffer from this addiction not only have pets, but also have wives and concubines. What do you want groups of wives and concubines for?If it is for reproduction, one wife and two concubines are enough.

Out of curiosity about the author's ability to make up random things, he quickly flipped through the script of only ten chapters.

The tricks mentioned are unheard of, and the utensils are even more bizarre.

Such as oral title, later/court acceptance, etc., are simply appalling.

Regardless of whether it is dirty or not, can the recipient really survive?

Wen Qi was afraid that Cong Ji would be instigated by these scripts, and wanted to use them one by one on him, so nervous that he almost stopped breathing.

He peeped at Cong Ji's expression tremblingly, but fortunately Cong Ji was expressionless, as if he had no intention of trying.

He just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Cong Ji couldn't let go of the book. If Cong Ji really thought this story was boring, why would he waste time?

He became nervous again, but Cong Ji frowned frequently.

The words in Cong Ji's hands were not about generals dying in battle, nor about ghosts and monsters killing people... It was clearly extremely fragrant, why did Cong Ji frown so frequently?

But Cong Ji is very human, but a cruel and innocent tyrant, his mind is very hard to figure out, maybe he also frowns frequently when his concubines are sleeping?

Immediately, he became even more nervous, he was not broken, and he did not want to sleep with him.

He secretly probed with his hand, and came to an obvious conclusion: If I waited for the bed, I'm afraid I would die on the spot.

If you die on the spot, why not fight to the death?

He thought hard about the way to assassinate the tyrant, but unfortunately, he didn't have the sharp weapon to succeed.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the blue pool water, and an idea flashed in his mind: I wonder if this tyrant can swim?If the tyrant cannot swim, find a chance to drown him.

After Cong Ji read the last page, he casually threw the book on the ground, and said with a snort, "It's nonsense."

Wen Qi carefully concealed his astonishment, and heard the tyrant say earnestly: "Little Zuiyu, don't read this script, if you must read the script of Long Yang's love, you must read something reasonable. "

He immediately denied it and said: I don't have Long Yang's addiction, so I don't like Long Yang's romantic stories.

"That's good." Cong Ji returned to the case and continued to review the memorial.

And Wen Qi took another storybook, unexpectedly, this storybook is also the storybook of Longyang's romance.

He checked all the scripts, and it turned out that they were all Longyang's romance scripts, and from the catalogue, it was similar to the script that was spurned by Cong Ji, and it was not a reasonable Longyang's romance script.

Obviously, these scripts were not sent to him under Cong Ji's behest, but the servant who was ordered to collect the scripts guessed that Cong Ji had ulterior motives for him and did it deliberately in order to please Cong Ji.

After Cong Ji finished reviewing the memorial, he raised his eyes, but did not see Wen Qi who was reading the script.

He walked to the pool in a panic, stared at the faint figure in the water, and ordered: "Wen Qi, come out!"

Wen Qi had nothing to do and was swimming. Hearing this, he surfaced obediently immediately.

Cong Ji stared at Wen Qi, and said word by word: "From now on, if I am in this Danquan Hall, you must be within my sight."

Cong Ji was very powerful, and Wen Qi felt that he was surrounded by thousands of troops and was about to die.

Wen Qi settled down, then nodded and said: Wen Qi obeyed.

Cong Ji realized that he was frightening Wen Qi, and softened his voice: "Don't you always like story books? Why don't you read them?"

Wen Qi said in shame: because... because these words are all nonsense.

Cong Ji took out a book of stories from it, and upon seeing it, it was indeed a bunch of nonsense.

He took out another volume of story books, which was still full of nonsense.

He was furious, and then ordered the guards to bring over the two servants who were ordered to collect the scripts.

The two servants thought they were here to receive the reward, and their faces were full of joy.

Unexpectedly, they heard Cong Ji order: "Drag it out and chop it up."

The faces of the two servants were pale, and Qi Qi kowtowed and begged, "Your Majesty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty..."

Wen Qi didn't dare to add fuel to the fire, and felt that even if the two servants didn't do their job well, they wouldn't be guilty of death.

He hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes forcefully, and then raised his fingers to grab Cong Ji's sleeves.

Cong Ji lowered his head, seeing Wen Qi's pleading eyes, motioned the guards to wait a moment, and then asked doubtfully, "Why do you want to intercede for them?"

Wen Qi replied: They are not guilty of death.

Of course they are not guilty of death, but so what if they die?

Assuming that he has never seen the dangers of the human heart, never been poisoned, never escaped death, and never been contaminated with human blood, he would definitely not have murderous intentions, and would probably laugh it off.

However, now his temperament has changed drastically, and he is addicted to killing. To him, executing a small servant is really not a big deal, and the servant is supposed to be smart and try to figure out what he wants, so he should be punished.

Cong Ji smiled with thin lips: "Isn't it possible to die if the crime is not death?"

Wen Qi boldly said: If the crime does not lead to death, naturally you will not die.

"Okay." Cong Ji looked at the trembling Wen Qi and found it quite interesting, so he generously spared the lives of the two servants, but only ordered the guards to drag them out and charge them with twenty sticks.

Sensing Cong Ji's gaze, Wen Qi lowered his head even lower, but he didn't dare to dive into the water, so he could only endure it forcefully.

Cong Ji reached out and rubbed the back of Wen Qi's head, and his anger disappeared instantly.

What Wen Qi said is not bad, if the crime does not lead to death, it is natural to die.

His fingers slid from the back of Wen Qi's head to his back, patted gently, and then said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't punish you."

Wen Qi raised his head timidly: Really?

"Really." Cong Ji withdrew his hand, straightened his body, and wanted to go to practice the sword, but a guard came to report: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from Yanzhou."

Yanzhou has always been rainy, could it be that there is a flood?

But now that it is autumn, the rain should be much less than that in spring and summer.

Spring and summer are safe and sound, so how can there be floods after autumn?

And since he succeeded to the throne, there has never been a flood in Yanzhou.

He put away his thoughts and ordered the guards to fuse the messenger in.

The messenger, with a face full of wind and frost, walked up to him, knelt down, and presented the memorial of the magistrate of Yanzhou.

He unfolded it and found that Yanzhou was really flooded.

He ordered the envoy to retreat so that he could have a rest, and then came to see him with the Minister of the Ministry of household affairs.

Afterwards, he left the Danquan Hall and went to the Sizheng Hall.

——The Ideological and Political Hall is where he reviewed the memorials and summoned the ministers.

After about half a stick of incense, Hubu Shangshu hurried to the Sizheng Hall.

Cong Ji handed the memorial of Yanzhou Zhizhou to the Minister of the Household Department, and after a while, he asked, "Hu Aiqing, what do you think?"

The Minister of the Household Department said embarrassingly: "If there is a flood, there must be victims. If there are victims, the surrounding areas will not be peaceful. If the surrounding area is to be peaceful, the victims must be resettled. The resettlement of the victims is expensive..."

Cong Ji interrupted impatiently: "Go and gather food and grass and send it to Yanzhou."

There was a severe drought in various places last year, and it was not easy to mobilize food and grass.

Hubu Shangshusi and the Zhongshu order that Cong Ji was imprisoned had no choice but to obey.

Cong Ji is aware of the difficulties of the Minister of the Household Department, but when he is in charge of government affairs, as the Minister of the Household Department in charge of money and food, he naturally has to find ways to fill the stomachs of the victims.

He also wrote a letter to the prefect of Yanzhou, ordering him to act according to the order: first, count the number of victims, especially the young and middle-aged, and those who are willing to join the army and who are strong can pay the military salary immediately; second, resettle the victims as much as possible; Third, strictly prevent victims from looting, and offenders will be punished; fourth, dredge the river and block the gap.

After he ordered someone to deliver the letter, he lost interest in practicing sword.

Yanzhou produces rice, and now it is the season for harvesting late rice, and the flood in Yanzhou may not spare the late rice.

He rubbed his temples, wondering if there was a way to keep Yanzhou from flooding.

In that room, Wen Qi saw that Cong Ji was leaving in a hurry, so he guessed that the urgent report from Yanzhou was not a happy one.

He knew nothing about Yanzhou.

He sank to the bottom of the pool, and after a while, he suddenly remembered that the market where he was forced to produce pearls was located in Yanzhou, and his lost sister might still be in Yanzhou.

He took up the original body's body for no reason, and felt guilty. Even though his life and death were uncertain at the moment, and he might not be able to make it through New Year's Eve, he still believed that he was responsible for the younger sister of the original body.

If Yanzhou is in trouble, I wonder if it will harm Yuan Bing's younger sister?

He must know the situation in Yanzhou, and the situation in Yanzhou can only be learned from Cong Ji.

He was waiting for Cong Ji, but Cong Ji never showed up again that day.

The next day, Cong Ji didn't show up either, but ordered someone to deliver the newly formulated ointment and the scriptures.

None of these stories are stories about Long Yang's love, and most of them are various legends.

After three full days, Cong Ji did not show up, and Wen Qi was so worried that he had to ask the guards guarding him for help: I ​​have something important to do, and I hope I can meet His Majesty.

The guard said in embarrassment: "I'm just a guard with no rank, so I can't inform you."

Wen Qi begged the guards and servants beside him, but no one paid any attention to him.

Another day, Wen Qi was so tired that he fell asleep, opened his eyes again, and saw a soft juvenile shark. The back of the female juvenile shark's head, let her bury her head in his heart.

This female cub is the original body's younger sister, and the male cub is the original body.

The two brothers and sisters are hiding in a coral grove, not far away, the sea is red, and an adult male shark is being besieged by fishermen.

This adult male shark should be the father of the original body.

Even though the scene hadn't ended yet, Wen Qi could already guess that the adult male shark must have died and the two juvenile sharks had been caught.

He felt pity in his heart, but he was helpless.

I don't know how long it took, the adult male shark was dying after killing a fisherman, and he simply blew himself up to death, dragging several fishermen to be buried with him.

All of a sudden, the sea was full of large and small corpses, and a corpse of an adult male shark was mercilessly sent to the two juvenile sharks by the waves.

The male juvenile refrained from tears and quickly covered the eyes of the female juvenile. At the same time, while the surviving fishermen were frantically searching for their companions, he took the female juvenile and fled deeper into the sea.

The female baby shark didn't know that she had lost her father not long ago, so she said in a childish voice, "Brother, the smell of blood is so strong."

The male young shark comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, don't make a sound, go with brother."

They hid in the deep sea, but were unfortunately caught by fishermen when they swam to the shallow sea to hunt for food.

Brought ashore by force, they lost their freedom and never saw the ocean again.

The vast expanse of green and the magnificent waves have finally become their distant memories.