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

He squatted down cautiously, stroked his belly with one hand, and picked up the letter again with the other.

Due to the trembling of his fingertips, the letter slipped from his fingertips again.

After doing this several times, he just picked up the letter.

Afterwards, he straightened up and walked towards the bed as calmly as possible.

He was afraid that he would fall down because he couldn't bear the bad news and hurt his twins, so he sat down on the bed, took a deep breath, and then opened the letter.

The strange thing is that he couldn't read the letter clearly, the text on it was very blurry.

After a while, he realized that he was crying, and his side was full of shark beads.

What if this letter did not come from Cong Ji, but from the general who fought with Cong Ji?

If anything happens to Cong Ji...

How could something unexpected happen to Cong Ji?Cong Ji will definitely be intact.

He wiped away his tears, his hands were still trembling, and he could hardly hold the letter steadily.

He breathed out again, before he fixed his eyes on the letter.

The first character is "Zi", fortunately this handwriting indeed belongs to Cong Ji.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to look down: Don't be afraid, Zitong, I just couldn't find the ink stick, so I had no choice but to write it in blood.I only suffered some flesh wounds, and I don't have any fear of my life. Zi Tong has nothing to worry about.Half an hour ago, I defeated Zhou Chu's main force, took advantage of the victory to pursue, and successfully beheaded the third prince of Zhou Chu who had stabbed me in the dark.Now that the war is so tense, I am afraid that I have no time to write to Zitong again, and Zitong does not need to write back to me, Zitong should not read.

Cong Ji wanted him not to worry, but he couldn't let go of his heart. Cong Ji was never afraid of pain. What kind of flesh injury was Cong Ji's so-called flesh injury?Is it a flesh wound that only scratches the skin, or a flesh wound with deep bone visible?

Worried, he held the letter in his arms and muttered to himself, "Your Majesty, when will you return to my side?"

Cong Ji didn't know where he was, so naturally he couldn't answer him.

On September [-]th, he was in such a state of panic all day long that he almost dropped the nourishing soup that Imperial Physician Zhang had given him.

Imperial Physician Zhang advised: "Master Wen, you should take care of your baby with peace of mind, and don't overthink it."

"I..." Wen Qi blew the nourishing soup a little colder, drank it down, and couldn't help complaining, "I miss your majesty, why hasn't your majesty come back?"

Imperial Physician Zhang comforted: "Your Majesty must be like Lord Wen, thinking about him day and night, but it is obviously difficult for His Majesty to get away at present, otherwise, why would Your Majesty not come back to see Lord Wen?"

His family has beautiful family members like flowers and an only son, who sighed and said, "I miss Zhuo Jing and Gou Zi too. I wonder if Zhuo Jing forgot to add salt when cooking? I wonder if Gou Zi is playing again?"

That's right, except for a few lonely people in the world who have no father, no mother, no brother, no sister, no brother, no sister, no children, no worries, the soldiers of the Southern Jin Dynasty also endured the pain of parting like him.

He shouldn't blame Cong Ji capriciously, Cong Ji really couldn't help himself, if he could get away, Cong Ji would have already returned.

If Cong Ji abandoned everything and came back to see him, he would be disregarding the lives of all the soldiers who were born and died with him, and he would be disregarding the lives of thousands of people in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

As for bloodthirsty, he should believe that Cong Ji will not let Zhou Chu find an opportunity to take advantage of, and he will not be indiscriminate between the enemy and himself.

Wen Qi put away his thoughts, looked at Imperial Physician Zhang and said, "Ling Hu and your son must miss Imperial Physician Zhang too."

"When His Majesty pacifies Zhou Chu, Lord Wen will be able to see His Majesty, and my ministers will be able to see Zhuojing and Gouzi." Imperial Physician Zhang said seriously, "I hope this day will come sooner."

Wen Qi couldn't wait to say: "This day will definitely come sooner."

After Doctor Zhang left, Wen Qi flipped through the scriptures in order to feel better, while drinking the cold Yongxi Huoqing.

Yongxi Huoqing belongs to pearl tea, its color is dark green, and it is densely covered with silver. It is a tribute tea.

After taking a sip, the tea slipped down his throat, and he suddenly felt that he was extravagant. Cong Ji was going through life and death, but he was drinking Yongxi Huoqing comfortably.

He put down the teacup, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind: the reason why His Majesty planned the play was also to send me here to protect me?

If Your Majesty and I hadn’t feigned death, we would probably still be in Wannan City when Zhou Chu came back. Your Majesty could lead the army directly from Wannan City, and I should be left in Wannan City.

Wannan City used to be Zhou Yun's stronghold, and there were many people with mixed eyes, and it is estimated that there were many eyeliners of the Zhou family.

After my majesty and I faked our deaths, we came here logically, and your majesty also logically left me here.

During the month when Your Majesty and I were suspended animation, His Majesty must have checked everyone, otherwise, His Majesty’s expedition this time had already been known to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family would have prevented His Majesty from returning to the court, setting up many obstacles on the way, even Maybe they will unite with Zhou Chu in an attempt to get rid of His Majesty.

His Majesty is far away in the frontier, and Cong Sie sits high in the temple, too passive.

His Majesty has thought far and wide, and he must have full confidence in order to march in person.

He convinced himself, and instantly felt relieved.

It's a pity that he imagined Cong Ji to be too wise and powerful. In fact, Cong Ji was not fully sure that Zhou Chu would bow his head and listen. Cong Ji's personal conquest is imperative. Become the fish on Zhou Chu's anvil, let it be slaughtered.

Two days ago, that is, September [-]th, Cong Ji and the main force led by the third prince Zhou Chu clashed.

The war blew up, and the sand and soil were flying. He supported his newly injured body and took the lead.

He put on a mask in order to prevent the fact that he was still in the world from being heard by Zhou Chu and Cong Xun and the Queen Mother Zhou.

After 35 moves with the third prince of Zhou Chu, he noticed a slight change in his eyes, and he knew that he had seen through his identity.

The matter has come to this point, he must kill it on the spot.

The two of them went through more than a hundred moves, but they couldn't tell the winner.

Cong Jige unleashed a sword on the third Prince of Zhou and Chu, then bullied him, and said sarcastically: "Last time you ordered someone to shoot an arrow in the back and hurt me, where is the arrow in the back this time?"

Seeing that the third prince Zhou Chu didn't answer, he said disdainfully, "I know you're afraid of me, so I'll let you go for now."

Before the words landed, he gave up fighting with him and turned to point his sword at Zhou Chu's soldiers.

The third prince of Zhou Chu couldn't swallow his breath, and rushed to Cong Ji, pretending to be calm and said: "Soldiers are not tired of deceit, it is as it should be."

Cong Ji regarded Zhou Chu's third prince as nothing, and picked off the heads of Zhou Chu's soldiers.

Blood splattered in the cavity, and he dodged sideways, causing all the blood to fall on the third prince Zhou Chu.

The third prince of Zhou and Chu became furious and forced him to face Cong Ji. Cong Ji jumped back, and then raised his sword and stabbed him in the heart.

The third prince of Zhou Chu resisted with his sword, and the blade trembled from Cong Ji's sword energy.

In this battle, the three princes of Zhou and Chu were in command, and they could be victorious as long as they were eliminated, but the number of the enemy and us was very different, nearly ten to one.

Yesterday, Cong Ji ordered Duan Ruizhi to go northwest to intercept Zhou Chu's food supplies, and ordered General Qu to go northeast to ambush Zhou Chu's Marshal Chen Qing.

However, as soon as Duan Ruizhi and General Qu left, Cong Ji, who was recuperating for three days, was surrounded by Zhou Chu's main force led by Zhou Chu's third prince before he joined the main force.

Facing such a strong team, Cong Ji felt that it was difficult, but he didn't show it.

None of the soldiers of the Southern Jin Dynasty beside him were cowards, but they were no match for four hands with two fists, and they inevitably lost their lives.

Once on the battlefield, he must be conscious of returning the shroud of horse leather, and he is the same, but the loss of these fresh lives still makes him feel sad.

Many of them, he still clearly remembers their voices and smiles.

With a point on his toes, relying on the sword of the third prince of Zhou Chu, he flew up, got behind him, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to attack his back.

The point of the sword sank slightly, the third prince Zhou Chu retreated hurriedly, and Xin carried a Southern Jin soldier as a meat shield.

Cong Ji drew back his sword immediately, but it was still too late. Fortunately, the blade was deflected and only pierced through the young soldier's left shoulder.

The next moment, Zhou Chu and ten people stabbed at him, caught off guard, the young soldier was riddled with wounds, and he himself was also injured.

Injuries and deaths are commonplace in military affairs.

Holding his breath and concentrating on it, he swiped with "ten steps", the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he chopped off nine of the ten people by the waist.

The corpse fell to the ground with a bang, intestines and internal organs flowed out, and the stench was soaring.

The third prince Zhou Chu's kung fu was much better than others, and he narrowly escaped the fate of being cut in half.

His heart was cold and his blood was hot. He finally spared his life, weighed and weighed again and again, and fought and retreated.

Cong Ji didn't know if there was a trap on his retreat, so he chased after him without thinking.

After one mile, he finally beheaded him under the sword as he wished.

As soon as the three princes of Zhou Chu fled, Zhou Chu's main force scattered, only an elite group led by his lieutenant general resisted stubbornly.

Cong Ji did not encounter the trap, and returned to the army. Looking around, more than half of the soldiers in the Southern Jin Dynasty had been killed or killed.

He closed his eyes, but still cruelly ordered the rest of the soldiers to pursue the victory.

Otherwise, if this opportunity is missed, it will not be easy to deal with Zhou Chu's remnants when they regroup.

He himself led by example.

He had already suffered a lot of injuries, not serious, luckily no internal organs were injured, only the armor was stained with blood, and the clothes inside the armor were soaked.

An hour later, the battle was finally over.

Cong Ji stood on the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, his eyes full of desolation.

When he returned to the tent, he was about to write a letter to Wen Qi, but found that there was no ink stick in the tent.

He ordered people to look for ink sticks, but no ink sticks could be found anywhere.

He hadn't written to Wen Qi for twelve days, for fear that Wen Qi would be worried, and he was rarely free, so he decided to write to Wen Qi.

He came up with a plan to stop the doctor who was bandaging him, and raised his finger to stain his own blood as ink.

Wen Qi...Zi Tong...

He never misses Wen Qi when killing people, so as not to stain Wen Qi with blood, this time he has no choice.

After writing, he was full of apology, and hoped that this letter would not frighten Wen Qi.

He ordered the letter to be sent out before ordering the doctor to continue bandaging it.

On September [-]th, he was lying in the tent recuperating, his mind full of warm prayers.

Wen Qi is nearly seven months pregnant, I wonder if Wen Qi is okay?

As the twins get bigger, they will compress the internal organs, and the fetal movement will become more frequent. Wen Qi is definitely not very comfortable.

On September [-]th, at Zishi, a bloodthirsty desire suddenly hit my heart. The strange thing is, this bloodthirsty desire is far less severe than September [-]th last year.

Wen Qi was not around him, and he didn't have Wen Qi's personal things at hand, and he didn't invite a famous doctor to see him, nor did he take any panacea.

What is the reason for this?

With some effort, he suppressed the urge to kill.

At dawn, he even fell asleep.

At noon, he summoned Duan Ruizhi to discuss the next strategy with him.

Duan Ruizhi successfully intercepted the grain and grass from Zhou Chu and was busy counting.

Hearing that Jinshang was summoned, he followed Jinshang's guards to Jinshang's camp.

Today is not a luxurious person, and the tent layout is as simple as his tent.

Cong Ji didn't dare to look at Duan Ruizhi, fearing that he would be murderous, so he just lowered his head and unfolded the topographic map.

The dormant bloodthirsty really revived because of Duan Ruizhi's arrival.

Bloodlust urged him to kill Duan Ruizhi, he secretly clenched his fists and endured desperately.

During his patience, he suddenly remembered something:

Before meeting Wen Qi, on the fifteenth day of every month, his mind was always filled with thoughts of cruelty and killing, such as amputating limbs, skinning and cramping, pouring lead water into the seven orifices...

He hated that his hands were stained with blood, but he had to have his hands stained with blood, so he could only try his best to control himself not to torture and kill.

Since meeting Wen Qi, the thought of killing has rarely appeared in his mind.

On July [-]th and August [-]th, accompanied by Wen Qi, he survived without even killing anyone.

Wen Qi is really his panacea. If he can spend more time with Wen Qi, will his bloodthirsty be cured by Wen Qi?

If so, he doesn't have to be afraid of hurting Wen Qi and the children one day, and he will be able to grow old with Wen Qi forever.

Duan Ruizhi noticed that Cong Ji was absent-minded, pointed to a valley on the topographic map, and raised his voice: "Your Majesty thinks we should set up an ambush here?"

Cong Ji came to his senses, and answered the irrelevant question: "I miss Zi Tong."

Duan Ruizhi is not yet married, so he said in a puzzled way: "Children love each other, heroes are short of breath, Your Majesty should focus on the war."

"So what if I'm short of breath because of Zitong?" Cong Ji said angrily, "If Zhou Chu can calm down then, how can I be separated from Zitong by two places?"

Duan Ruizhi felt that the Cong Ji in front of him was completely different from the Cong Ji who met gods and killed gods and Buddhas on the battlefield, and asked doubtfully, "Is it true that love is so obsessed?"

Cong Ji smiled and said: "In the past, I didn't understand love. After tasting it, I will know what it is like. As far as I am concerned, it is worthwhile to come to this world to be in love with Zitong."

Duan Ruizhi was thoughtful, and after a while, he said in a daze, "I don't understand."

Cong Ji waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you, let's talk about business."

After a stick of incense, Duan Ruizhi left the camp and followed orders.

After nightfall, Cong Ji was thinking about whether he could avoid blood today, but unfortunately, he was unable to suppress his bloodthirsty desire and killed a prisoner after all.

Fall short.