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

He was suddenly puzzled: How could there be a woman in this Danquan Hall?

Nine years ago, at the beginning of his ascension to the throne, an ambitious maid saw that his harem was empty, and threw herself into her arms.

In order to show a warning, he punished him with a stick twenty and drove him out of the palace.

But there are still maids who rely on their beauty and believe that they will be able to catch his eyes, so they sneak into his bedroom at night.

That day, as soon as he opened the gauze curtain, he saw the lying jade body, he was furious, and ordered the guards to drag him out and punish him with sticks for thirty, without even giving him any clothes.

Since then, he has reassigned all the maids who serve him in daily life.

There are no maids in this Danquan Hall and the surrounding palaces, and the dark guards are always guarding this Danquan Hall, how could a woman be allowed to sneak in?

As he thought about it, the fragrance of the powder came closer, and it was really pungent, forcing him to frown.

He followed the scent of fat and powder, and was about to order the guards to take away the woman who recommended himself as a pillow. Unexpectedly, this woman was very familiar.

This woman has a good color, her eyebrows and eyes seem to have been painstakingly drawn by everyone who is proficient in figure painting, she is dressed in a lotus-colored gauze, and the skin underneath is faintly visible.

When the woman got closer, he discovered that the woman was Wen Qi.

Why does Wen Qi want to dress up as a woman?What exactly is the intention?

After a while, Wen Qi walked up to him, lowered his body, slowly took out the "Wu Qi Art of War" in his hand with one hand, and hooked his neck with the other.

He didn't expose Wen Qi, and decided to wait and see.

Although Wen Qi tried his best to dress up as a woman, he knew that he couldn't hide from Cong Ji's eyes, because his frame was far less slender than a woman's, and his body was even less delicate than a woman's.

He took out a scarf, intending to cover Cong Ji's eyes, but due to excessive nervousness, he couldn't do it well.

Cong Ji said kindly: "Do you want me to help you?"

Wen Qi realized that Cong Ji had recognized him, and was not discouraged. He pinched his throat and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Cong Ji suppressed a smile, took the scarf from Wen Qi's hand, and covered his eyes.

Wen Qi immediately took Cong Ji's hand, led Cong Ji to the side of the bed and sat down. After that, while undressing Cong Ji, he breathed out loudly and said, "Your Majesty, I will serve you to rest."

The tip of Cong Ji's nose was filled with the fragrance of powder from Wen Qi's body. He originally thought the fragrance of powder was really pungent, but now he found it quite sultry.

Once the cover of clothes was lost, Cong Ji's scars were immediately exposed.

Wen Qi lowered his head and kissed Cong Ji's scar devoutly.

Cong Ji did not refuse, stroking Wen Qi's back, and comforted: "It's no longer painful."

"But my heart still hurts a lot." Wen Qi's breath was accompanied by scattered hair, sprinkled all over Cong Ji's body.

He originally wrapped his hair with black gauze to make himself more like a mortal woman, but his hands were not dexterous, and after only a short while, the hair fell away.

"Don't feel bad." Cong Ji groped and stroked Wen Qi's heart, feeling the force of the heart hitting the flesh.

Wen Qi took the opportunity to grab Cong Ji's wrist and kissed the back of his hand: "I am pleased with Your Majesty."

He suddenly realized that he had exposed himself just now, and he should call himself a "slave family".

"I'm also happy with you." Cong Ji touched Wen Qi's heart to his lips again, rubbing some lip balm with his fingertips.

Then, he brought his fingertips to his mouth, tasted it, and asserted: "The original taste is even more delicious."

Then, he pressed Wen Qi's lower back hard, making Wen Qi fall into his arms.

Then, he lowered his head, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked off the fat on Wen Qi's lips bit by bit.

Then, he kissed Wen Qi deeply.

After a kiss, he savored it carefully, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the original taste is even more delicious."

Wen Qi grabbed the bed, full of fear: "Does your majesty think it's against the law for me to paint and paint? Does your majesty think I shouldn't paint and paint?"

Cong Ji understood Wen Qi's intention in an instant, and immediately tore off the veil from her eyes, and said seriously: "If you dress up as a woman just for the fun between the bed, I will accept it; if you dress up as a woman It’s because I think that I’m inferior to women in every way, and I definitely don’t agree with it.”

Wen Qi doesn't like to dress up as a woman, she just does it reluctantly to please Cong Ji.

Hearing Cong Ji's words, he said aggrievedly: "Didn't your majesty say that my place is not as good as a woman's, so you don't want to give it a try? Although I can't make that place look like a woman, I can pretend to be a woman, Teach Your Majesty to feel better."

"I shouldn't have made a conclusion hastily. I was wrong. Don't take it to your heart. I'm not reluctant, but enjoying it. You don't have to think that you forced me." Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's wet eyes , full of tenderness, "Wen Qi, it was indeed you who forced me the first time, but after that, you didn't force me again."

He paused, held Wen Qi's cheeks, and met Wen Qi's eyes: "I am the emperor, if you don't want to, you can order others to help you through the reproductive period, you don't have to do it yourself..."

Spend the reproductive period with others...

Wen Qi suddenly had a chill, he didn't want to be touched by others, no matter whether the other person was a man or a woman, let alone helping him through the reproductive period.

He hugged Cong Ji tightly to relieve the cold, and then heard Cong Ji continue: "When you force me, I can still order the dark guards to drag you away, or even kill you, and I will not allow you to succeed. Even if I come out For the sake of face, it is inconvenient to call the hidden guards, and I am sure enough to take your life. At that time, you were in the reproductive period, but you were not satisfied, and your strength was amazing. Of course I couldn't break free, but you are full of flaws. As far as I am concerned, It is not difficult to take your life."

Cong Ji's words are reasonable, so Cong Ji is really willing?

Cong Ji paused again and said: "Wen Qi, I am your male shark now, and I will never allow others to touch you, so you can rest assured."

Wen Qi nodded, and was about to get off the bed to wash off the makeup, but Cong Ji grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head, stared at Cong Ji and said, "Your Majesty, let me go first? I want to clean my face."

"No need, since you have carefully dressed yourself as a woman, how can I be willing to let down your kindness?" Cong Ji exerted force, and Wen Qi immediately collapsed on the bed. He traced Wen Qi's eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, "But you have to remember, this is the love between the bed, not your way to please me."

"Your Majesty..." Wen Qi closed his eyes, and asked bluntly, "If Your Majesty really wants to, why use sheep intestines? I am not a female shark, and I will not conceive your Majesty's offspring, let alone give birth to a half-human." Half shark monster."

Cong Ji said nonsense: "Doctor Zhang has reminded me before that you are not a female shark. If I stay in your body, you may get sick."

Wen Qi got to the bottom of it and said: "Just clean it up, and the day before yesterday I clearly had a bloated stomach and I was not sick."

Cong Ji racked his brains, but still couldn't think of a reasonable reason, so he could only insist: "I can't put you in danger of getting sick just for a moment of pleasure."

Wen Qi smiled: "Wen Qi knows, it is Wen Qi who is looking forward to Shu."

"Wen Qi..." Cong Ji called out, thinking of a plan, then bent down and poked his tongue in.

Wen Qi didn't expect Cong Ji to do such a dirty thing, and was eager to push Cong Ji away, but Cong Ji grabbed his waist.

He struggled endlessly, however, like a mayfly shaking a tree, it was useless, instead his body seemed to be drained of strength.

Cong Ji raised his eyes and looked at Wen Qi: "Are you trustworthy? I really don't despise you."

Wen Qi asked without answering: "Don't you feel sick, Your Majesty?"

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "Why do I feel sick?"

"But..." Wen Qi managed to spit out two words, and was interrupted by Cong Ji: "It's nothing but, you didn't force me now, I did this out of my own will."

Wen Qi raised his finger and rubbed against Cong Ji's thin lips: "Your Majesty is beyond words, and you shouldn't do such self-degrading things."

Cong Ji opened his mouth and held Wen Qi's fingertips, and said vaguely: "I don't think this matter is self-defeating."

Wen Qi's fingertips felt hot, and when he was young, the heat spread to every inch of skin, flesh, and bone inside and outside his body.

He stared at Cong Ji, and urged: "As my male shark, won't your majesty come and hug me?"

"As you wish." Cong Ji took some effort to make Wen Qi fascinated, and then took the opportunity to take out the intestines from Weidi's clothes.

Wen Qi suddenly woke up, grabbed the intestines, lowered his eyebrows, and said shyly: "Let me do it."

He was obviously extremely shy, but his behavior was very bold, he bit his guts and lowered his head.

Cong Ji rubbed the back of Wen Qi's head and gave Wen Qi a lot of patience.

Wen Qi failed eight times before he succeeded.

He kissed the intestines, and then lay down.

Cong Ji stroked the lotus-colored gauze, looked at Wen Qi carefully, and suddenly found that the facial fat and rouge on Wen Qi's face were not evenly applied.

He stretched out his hand, spread the face and rouge evenly, and then asked Wen Qi, "Where did you get this gauze and these rouge and gouache?"

Wen Qi breathed unsteadily: "I... I gave the servant a shark bead, and asked him to go outside the palace for me..."

"Bought it... for me..." he said with a wry smile, "I thought I had come up with a brilliant idea that would surely please His Majesty..."

"It's all my fault. I taught you to believe that you are not as good as a woman." Cong Ji brushed away Wen Qi's hair that was messy on his face, looked into Wen Qi's eyes, and said solemnly, "You are not inferior to anyone .”

"I..." Wen Qi boldly said, "If I am really not inferior to anyone, why not take me as a pet and accompany you day and night?"

Cong Ji refused: "No."

Wen Qi understood that he was too greedy, so he stopped talking, but hooked the back of Cong Ji's neck and kissed Cong Ji's lips.

Forget it, the joy of the past few days was something he forced, and Cong Ji was already generous enough, so he shouldn't ask for too much.

Cong Ji explained: "Do you remember that my expectation for you is not to become my pet, but to become a famous official of a generation?"

Wen Qi naturally wanted to become a famous official of a generation, and then assist Cong Ji to become a generation of Mingjun, who will last forever, but Cong Ji obviously made such an explanation because he had no intention of caring for him.

So, he replied: "I remember what Your Majesty said, but I don't want to be a famous official of the generation, I just want to stay with Your Majesty forever."

"I'm sorry." Cong Ji hugged Wen Qi, stroked Wen Qi's back, and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

If the poison in his body could be detoxified, he would not have to commit suicide, he would make Wen Qi the queen instead of being a prostitute, and he would also give Wen Qi the same power as himself, so that Wen Qi can show off Ambition, rather than burying Wen Qi's talents in the harem; if the poison in his body cannot be removed, how can he give Wen Qi the hope that it will eventually be extinguished?

Losing after gaining is far more painful than never gaining.

By the way, he still doesn't know whether he has passed the poison to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi rested his chin on Cong Ji's left shoulder, bent his back, curled up his toes, and wrapped his arms around Cong Ji's waist, absorbing Cong Ji's breath, and replied: "It's okay, Your Majesty doesn't need to apologize to me."

When the voice fell to the ground, he said dissatisfiedly: "Your Majesty, please concentrate."

At this moment, the gauze curtain was tightly closed, and not long after, a slender hand came out of the gauze curtain, fingers clenched tightly at times, and loosened at times.

Drops of sweat snaked down from the arms, dripped from the fingertips, and wet the woven leather underneath.

After a while, another hand came out of the gauze curtain. There was a sword callus growing on this hand, and the rough fingertips lightly brushed the inner skin of the previous hand, and finally got embedded in the crevice of its fingers.

The two hands held each other tightly, as if it was a matter of course.

When he was young, the latter hand was pulled out from between the fingers of the previous hand, stretched a little, and took out a brocade handkerchief placed on the low table.

Not long after, Jinpa was thrown out in a ball.

It was already the moon in the middle of the sky, the candles in the Danquan Hall were still going out, and the gauze tent was dim, only a pair of inseparable silhouettes could be reflected.