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

After arriving in Wannan City, Wen Qi couldn't help vomiting anymore, and was eager to get out of the carriage to vomit all the contents of his stomach, but his body was forced to stagnate.

He turned around and saw that Cong Ji had grabbed a corner of his clothes.

Cong Ji was in a coma, so he couldn't open his mouth to let Cong Ji let go, so he had to use force to pull out his clothes.

However, Cong Ji's strength was too great, not only he failed to pull out the clothes, suddenly, there was a sound of tearing silk.

He wanted to get off the carriage again, but his body was forced to stop again.

This time it was the little finger of his right hand that was hooked by Cong Ji.

Cong Ji was clearly not yet awake, but he was keenly aware of his intentions and forbade him to leave.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was pulled open by Cong Ji's guards.

The guards helped Cong Ji up, and Wen Qi had to get out of the carriage.

He was afraid that he would spit on Cong Ji, so he tightly covered his lips.

After entering the bedroom, the guard put Cong Ji on the bed, and Wen Qi signaled the guard to fetch the slag bucket not far away, and immediately spit it out.

When he was young, he vomited cleanly, and his throat was very uncomfortable because of the burning of gastric juice, but when he thought that it was because of his own and Cong Ji's flesh and blood, he felt so uncomfortable, and suddenly felt happy.

He asked the guards to bring a cup of cold water, barely rinsed his mouth, and suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Wen Qi is the elder brother of my mother, please let me in to see him."

——It is slim.

Only then did he realize that he had completely forgotten about Miao Miao.

He deeply felt that he was not a competent elder brother - he couldn't find Miao Miao, instead he wanted Miao Miao to look for him, always made Miao Miao worry about him, and made Miao Miao travel long distances to accompany him to meet Cong Ji...

He stopped his thoughts, and raised his voice: "Miao Miao is indeed my sister from a compatriot, you just let Miao Miao in."

The guard promised to let out the way and allow Miaomiao to enter.

Miao Miao entered the bedroom, walked to the bed, and saw Cong Ji hooking Wen Qi's right little finger in a coma, and said angrily: "Since this tyrant is happy with my brother, why does he make my brother sad? It's really hateful!"

Wen Qi explained for Cong Ji: "Your Majesty is not at fault. Your Majesty did hurt my heart, but your Majesty did not do it on purpose."

Cong Ji has been tortured by bloodlust, but he doesn't know it at all. Instead, he arbitrarily believes that Cong Ji is tyrannical and innocent, and he likes to kill people.

Cong Ji even decided to kill himself because he was afraid that he would lose control and kill all the people in the world.

Compared with Cong Ji, the hardships he has experienced are actually nothing.

Miao Miao said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, don't shield this tyrant, when he recovers, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

Wen Qi said worriedly: "Miao Miao, I'm afraid you are not His Majesty's opponent."

While the siblings were talking, Doctor Zhang arrived in a hurry.

Physician Zhang has no strength to restrain a chicken, and cannot keep up with the elite led by Cong Ji. He just rushed to Wannan City with the army the day before yesterday.

Not long ago, he was treating the wounded, and only after hearing what Imakami Konoe said, did he learn that Imakami had fallen into a coma.

Wen Qi came into his eyes suddenly, which made him stunned. After standing still, he immediately looked at Wen Qi's belly. , worried again.

But he has no time to consult Wen Qi right now, so he just said to Wen Qi: "Please trouble Mr. Wen to help your Majesty sit up."

Wen Qi's right hand tail finger was hooked by Cong Ji, but his left hand was really inconvenient, so he said angrily to the side: "Miao Miao, come here, help His Majesty sit up."

Miaomiao snorted, and reluctantly did so.

Doctor Zhang guessed that the female shark in front of him should be Wen Qi's younger sister, but he was not a talkative person, so he didn't ask a word.

He untied the blood-soaked sleeves at Cong Ji's heart. The sleeves were made of the same material as Wen Qi's, and the sleeves on Wen Qi's left hand were indeed torn.

He had seen too much of Jin Shang's delirious appearance, and thought to himself: This Wen Qi disappeared before, and this time, regardless of danger, he came here to see His Majesty and bandaged His Majesty, obviously there is still a reconciliation between him and His Majesty As ever possible.

He swept Jinshang's intersecting little finger with Wen Qi, and then stripped Jinshang's shirt off.

Miao Miao didn't turn her head in time, and suddenly saw Cong Ji's upper body covered with uneven scars, she was surprised.

While treating Cong Ji's wound, Doctor Zhang sighed, "If your Majesty had not been a martial artist, with a strong body and vigorous vitality, he would have died after suffering such a serious injury."

Wen Qi couldn't bear to look directly at Cong Ji's wound. Hearing this, he was frightened for a while, and said in a trembling voice, "When will Your Majesty wake up? When will Your Majesty recover?"

Imperial Physician Zhang replied: "Your Majesty will wake up tomorrow, so there is no need for Mr. Wen to worry. As for when His Majesty will recover, I don't know. If Your Majesty still wants to fight on the battlefield, if you still don't care about yourself, this injury will never heal. Lord Wen, just persuade His Majesty."

The doctor's parents are heartbroken, he certainly hopes to recover sooner today, but it's not easy to recover from such a serious injury?

"I'll do my best." Wen Qi squeezed Cong Ji's hand, then lowered his head and kissed Cong Ji's forehead, "Your Majesty, you must recover quickly."

Physician Zhang pretended not to see Wen Qi kissing Jinshang's forehead, and after he finished bandaging Jinshang, he said to Wen Qi again: "Please allow this minister to diagnose Master Wen's pulse."

Wen Qi stretched out his left hand and asked nervously, "How?"

"At present, it seems that the twins are not seriously affected." Doctor Zhang looked at Wen Qi carefully, and warned, "In order to give birth smoothly, Mr. Wen must take good care of his body."

"I'll make a note of it. Thank you, Doctor Zhang." Some time ago, Wen Qi put on some weight, but since hearing the sad news that Cong Ji was dying, he lost weight again.

"I'm going to decoct medicine for Your Majesty now." Doctor Zhang hurried out again.

About an hour later, he brought the decoction.

Miao Miao had already gone to rest in another room, and Wen Qi was nestling in Cong Ji's arms to rest for a while, when he heard the movement, he immediately opened his eyes, and helped Cong Ji to sit up.

Physician Zhang picked up the spoon and scooped up the medicine to feed Cong Ji.

Cong Ji couldn't drink a drop of water, and couldn't drink the soup at all.

Seeing this, Wen Qi took a mouthful of the decoction, kissed Cong Ji, and put the decoction into Cong Ji's mouth.

One mouthful after another, the bowl of decoction finally bottomed out.

His lips were full of bitterness, but his heart overflowed with sweetness.

Can he and Cong Ji share joys and sorrows?

After more than half an hour, Cong Ji struggled to wake up.

It was almost midnight at this time, and everything was silent, only the sound of insects was noisy.

Candles were lit in the room, flickering.

He felt the bitterness in his mouth and knew that he must have drunk the soup.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly realized that there was a living creature beside him, and looked down intently, holding his breath, and saw that the living creature was indeed Wen Qi, fearing that the Wen Qi in front of him was just an illusion, he dared not touch it, and timidly borrowed it Candlelight traced Wen Qi's eyebrows and eyes with his eyes.

After a while, Wen Qi noticed that Cong Ji was awake, opened his eyes, and instinctively arched into Cong Ji's arms. The next moment, he suddenly retreated from Cong Ji's arms, and said nervously: "Your Majesty, does it hurt? I hurt Your Majesty." ?”

The body temperature from Wen Qi's body just now made Cong Ji confirm that Wen Qi in front of him was not an illusion, and he had no time to answer, so he kissed Wen Qi's lips directly.

Wen Qi's lips were slightly cool, and when the coolness turned into hot, he reluctantly let go of Wen Qi, opened his lips and said: "It is my honor that you ask me for joy, and I will be glad of it." Take it."

——Even in a coma, he was still thinking about Wen Qi's courtship to him.

Wen Qi was full of joy, and then narrowly said: "Could it be that your majesty can't wait to be with Wen Qi? Doesn't your majesty even think about being with Wen Qi in his sleep?"

"You guessed it right, I can't wait, even in my sleep I want to be lucky with you." Cong Ji asked, "How do you want to be lucky by me?"

Wen Qi said seriously: "Don't use sheep intestines."

Cong Ji was not completely relieved: "I think it is better to use sheep intestines. You were not poisoned that day, maybe it was a fluke."

Wen Qi didn't make things difficult for Cong Ji, he compromised and said, "All right."

Cong Ji said seriously: "There is still one thing I haven't confessed to you."

Wen Qi lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, curled his fingertips slightly, suppressed all kinds of wild thoughts, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"I don't have a harem of three thousand, nor concubines..." Cong Ji paused, hugged Wen Qi, and whispered in Wen Qi's ear, "I have never held hands with anyone else except you, and I have never held hands with others." I have slept with others in the same bed, I have never exchanged courtesy with others, I have never kissed others, and I have never had sex with others."

Wen Qi already knew from a vague place that Cong Ji did not have three thousand harems, but he did not know that he was the only one who was so close to Cong Ji.

He couldn't help but said triumphantly: "Your Majesty's innocence is mine, and I will treat Your Majesty well from now on."

Cong Ji laughed and said: "Yes, my innocence is yours, you should take responsibility."

"I'm so happy." Wen Qi said shyly again, "Me too."

Cong Ji immediately understood Wen Qi's meaning, and his heart was in full bloom.

He has monopolized Wen Qi and will never give Wen Qi to anyone.

He raised Wen Qi's jaw with his fingertips, and seeing Wen Qi's face stained with peach blossoms, he couldn't help kissing Wen Qi again.

This time he didn't let Wen Qi go easily, kissing Wen Qi while stroking Wen Qi.

Wen Qi's body was weak, and he felt hot for a long time, and then said impatiently: "Your Majesty, help me."

Cong Ji was about to lower his head, but was stopped by Wen Qi: "Your Majesty is still seriously injured, so you can use your hands."

He nodded, then stretched out his hand.

Wen Qi sobbed frankly, and called out stickily: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

After a long time, Cong Ji wiped his hands, brushed away Wen Qi's sweaty forehead hair, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Wen Qi's eyebrows and eyes were all beautiful, and after he was relieved, he said: "I'm fine."

He was sinking into the lingering rhyme, his mind was muddled, and suddenly he heard Cong Ji demanding: "You haven't confessed your love to me today."

"I have already confessed to His Majesty, but His Majesty was in a coma at that time and could not hear." Wen Qi was not a stingy person, and did not care about Cong Ji, and confessed again, "Your Majesty, I am also pleased with you."