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

Cong Ji walked out of the Danquan Hall in a panic, set his feet in front of the Danquan Hall, looked up at the plaque on the Danquan Hall, suddenly felt that his behavior was simply inexplicable.

Wen Qi is nothing more than a mermaid, and he planned to tear it apart from the beginning, but now instead of taking his life, he also healed his old wounds and raised him well, which is a great grace.

So what if his current description scares him?

The night wind blew his clothes rattling, just as a maid passed by, she was frightened and screamed: "There is a ghost!"

He glanced at the maid, but the maid staggered and ran away before she could stand still.

He couldn't help thinking: if Wen Qi had two feet, would he be like this maid?

With a movement of his body, in the blink of an eye, he had already blocked the way of the maid.

The maid's complexion was pale, and she vaguely discerned his identity from his blood-stained eyebrows and eyes. She immediately knelt on the ground and begged: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't kill this servant, I know I was wrong."

Right now everything is silent, and the maid's cry is shrill, like the wailing of a female ghost.

He looked at the maid and asked slowly, "Where did you go wrong?"

"Slave..." The maid racked her brains, but she didn't know how to phrase it to escape the catastrophe.

Cong Ji suddenly found that "Ten Steps" was still in his palm, and the blood on the tip of the sword hadn't dried up completely.

Ten steps had passed since he killed the murderer, she was just a little maid, so noisy, why not kill him too?

kill!kill!kill!

The evil spirit filled his body, and he felt that he was "Ten Steps" itself, and he had to drink blood to be more comfortable.

On the fifteenth day of last month, he killed three death row prisoners with his own hands, and only then did he dispel his evil spirit.

Today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and he has been poisoned for nine years.

On July [-]th last year, he killed ten death row prisoners with his own hands, and only then did he control his evil spirit.

But today, he killed two death row prisoners with his own hands, which was not enough at all.

Seeing that the tyrant was as straightforward as Shura and showed no sign of letting her go, the maid kowtowed repeatedly.

No, even a small maid is an innocent creature.

I am the Son of Heaven, on the imperial land, all living beings, regardless of their innocence, can be slaughtered by me.

What did I kill the maid for?The prisoner should be killed, the death of a prisoner on death row is not a pity, and one more day of life is a waste of food.

During the battle between heaven and man, Cong Ji mentioned "Ten Steps", and "Ten Steps" cut off the maid's broken hair, approaching her slender neck.

Immediately afterwards, "Ten Steps" paused, stopped an inch away from the back of the neck, and retreated slightly.

Then, Cong Ji heard a "babbling" sound.

In an instant, the evil spirit that had been in a stalemate with human nature collapsed thousands of miles away.

Cong Ji followed the prestige, and saw Wen Qi lying at the gate of Danquan Hall, in a state of embarrassment.

"You just step back." He glanced at the maid condescendingly, then tapped his toes, reaching Wen Qi's side.

Wen Qi was very happy to see the maid escaped and ascended to heaven, but also felt uneasy to see the tyrant close in front of him.

He might have offended the tyrant, that's all, man is a sword, I am a fish, and I will die if I die.

Cong Ji lowered his body, brushed away the hair on Wen Qi's face, looked at Wen Qi who looked at death like home, and smiled softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

Wen Qi thought that Cong Ji's next sentence would be: "But I will make you cry every day, and make the earth not work."

Unexpectedly, Cong Ji said: "This iron chain is too long, allowing you to climb so far."

Seeing Cong Ji's gentle expression, Wen Qi pretended to be obedient and said: Your Majesty, Wen Qi realized that he was wrong.

Cong Ji handed the "ten steps" to the guards on the side, then hugged Wen Qi horizontally, and said with a smile: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Qi had an idea: where His Majesty thinks Wen Qi is wrong, Wen Qi is wrong.

Cong Ji put Wen Qi on the soft couch. He was going to wipe Wen Qi's body, but he saw that Wen Qi's body was covered with scratches.

He hurriedly ordered his servant to pass on the imperial physician, and then sighed: "Your mistake is that you shouldn't have hurt yourself."

Wen Qi nodded and said: Your Majesty's words are very true.

At this time, "Ten Steps" had been wiped clean by the guards and put into the scabbard.

Cong Ji signaled the guards to put "Ten Steps" aside, while he sat on the edge of the soft couch.

Not long after, Imperial Physician Liu, who was on duty at night, arrived at Danquan Hall.

He had already heard that His Majesty got a baby shark, but he didn't know that this baby shark was so beautiful.

Also, if this young shark is not good-looking, I am afraid that it will be chopped into pieces on the first day it is sent to the palace.

Cong Ji said solemnly: "Doctor Liu, just see if there is anything wrong with him removing the scratches?"

For some reason, he was unwilling to tell Imperial Physician Liu Wen Qi's name.

Physician Liu did not dare to be negligent, and after a careful inspection, he reported: "Apart from scratches, there are still some slight scars on this shark, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Cong Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "Go and dispense the medicine quickly, and he must be restored to his original appearance."

Seeing Imperial Physician Liu taking the order, Cong Ji wet the brocade handkerchief with pool water, and Fang wanted to wipe it off for Wen Qi, but suddenly realized that the pool water was sea water, and immediately asked, "You got scratched, if you wipe it with sea water, Will it hurt?"

Wen Qi shook his head and said: I am a shark, different from ordinary people.

Cong Ji gently pressed down the brocade handkerchief, while observing Wen Qi's expression, he was relieved after making sure that Wen Qi was fine.

Wen Qi suddenly felt that the atmosphere between himself and the tyrant was extremely harmonious, even warm, should it be an illusion?

He was in a daze, and before he could stop it, the tyrant's fingertips had already touched those scales.

Immediately, his cheeks turned red, and at the same time, the scales suddenly lifted, and something protruded.

Cong Ji was stunned, not disgusted, but novel, so he stretched out his hand to cover it without hesitation.

Wen Qi was caught in his weakness, begging for mercy "babbling", crying pitifully, but still unable to attract Cong Ji's attention.

For a long time, Cong Ji stared at his palm in a daze, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw Wen Qi breathing absently.

Wen Qi came back to his senses, and when he saw Cong Ji's palm at first glance, he felt ashamed.

Before his death, he was lingering on the sick bed for many years. He had never done it himself, nor had he let others do it.

Unexpectedly, not long ago, the tyrant actually treated him...

A tyrant is an aloof monarch, why would he do such a thing of pampering?

And don't tyrants feel dirty?

He thought about it again, no matter how dirty it was, it was not as good as the bloody hands of the tyrant.

Cong Ji took Zhang Jinpa, and after wiping his palms clean, he asked Wen Qi solemnly: "How is it? Is it comfortable?"

He has always been indifferent, and has never done anything to himself, so he is quite curious about what it's like.

He just guessed that it should be comfortable, so he asked.

Wen Qi couldn't judge whether it was comfortable or not. He only knew that no matter how miserable he was crying, the tyrant would not let go.

Seeing that Wen Qi remained silent, Cong Ji suggested, "Didn't you forget it? Why don't you do it again?"

Wen Qi shook his head suddenly, and then lied: It's comfortable, very comfortable.

"It's good if it's very comfortable." It turned out to be really comfortable.

Cong Ji smiled lightly: "Since it's very comfortable, do you want to do it again?"

Wen Qi refused: No need, Wen Qi dare not dirty His Majesty's hands again.

"Dirty my hands?" Cong Ji denied, "I don't think you dirty my hands."

Wen Qi insisted: Really don't have to.

Cong Ji didn't make it difficult for Wen Qi, so he gave up immediately. However, the thing seemed to be eating marrow to know its taste, and it unconsciously returned to the inside of the scales.

Wen Qi was ashamed and panicked. In the past five days, he worked hard to adapt to this body, but he still didn't know how to deal with this predicament.

It's all the fault of this tyrant, and in the future, he will definitely cut this tyrant into pieces.

He turned his back and spent a lot of effort to close the scales.

Even so, he could feel that the thing was hiding behind the scales, ready to move.

Cong Ji grabbed Wen Qi's hand and said seriously, "Wen Qi, you should reciprocate."

Wen Qi was startled, bit his lips, and instinctively pulled his hand out without thinking.

His hands froze in the air, hesitating.

He didn't break his sleeves, he didn't want to do it, but he was afraid of offending Cong Ji.

Cong Ji wanted to experience it for herself, but after being rejected, she didn't force it.

He looked at Wen Qi's blushing face from crying, especially the tip of his nose, and thought to himself: If I cry like Wen Qi, it would be too out of character, it's better not to do it.

Then, he changed into a brocade handkerchief, and after wetting it, he cleansed Wen Qi's face.

Wen Qi was born outstanding, if he was in trouble, maybe he would be coveted by others just like him?

After throwing away the brocade handkerchief, he thought to himself: If this warm prayer falls into my hands, it will be a disaster, right?

One person and one shark were relatively silent for a while.

After calming down, Wen Qi felt that the bloody smell on the tyrant's body was too strong, and made him writhe in his stomach.

He had never smelled such a strong smell of blood. How many people did this tyrant kill today?

If he hadn't stopped it in time, the maid before would have been the soul of the tyrant's sword.

After another half a cup of tea, Imperial Physician Liu finally prepared the ointment for treating abrasions.

Imperial Physician Liu knelt down and was about to administer medicine to Wen Qi, but was stopped by Cong Ji: "You just step back, I will just dispense medicine for him."

Cong Ji snatched the ointment from Imperial Physician Liu, bowed his head to see Wen Qi's pitiful appearance, thought for a while, and handed the ointment to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi turned his back again, most of his abrasions were on his chest, waist and abdomen, which were all sensitive places.

He used medicine for himself, and the smell of medicine covered up the smell of blood.

Perhaps it was because the tyrant turned gentle again, which made him boldly ask: Your Majesty, how many people have you killed today?

Cong Ji said frankly: "You two."

This tyrant killed one person yesterday, and two more today, he really is bloodthirsty.

The harmony and warmth just now no longer existed, and Wen Qi became murderous again.

Cong Ji found that Wen Qi half-covered his mouth and nose, stood up immediately, and said apologetically, "Does the smell of blood on my body make you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Qi didn't have time to answer, but he heard Cong Ji say: "I've already gotten used to it."

In order to ascend to the throne, Cong Ji, taking advantage of the death of the former emperor, instigated the rebellion against General Zhen Guo, and led the troops to kill his elder brother who became the crown prince after him.

But Cong Ji is not a general in the battlefield, it is really frightening to be so used to the smell of blood.

I'm afraid that if Cong Ji is trapped in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, Cong Ji can also sleep peacefully?

If he couldn't fall asleep peacefully, it was because Cong Ji dreamed of the pleasure he felt when he killed someone.

He stared at Cong Ji's gentle eyes, and couldn't help thinking: How nice it would be if you weren't a tyrant?

But Cong Ji is indeed a tyrant, and since he is a tyrant, it is difficult to be kind.

With a thousand turns in his heart, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Cong Ji asked, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Qi boldly said: Your Majesty shouldn't get used to it.

Cong Ji said indifferently: "But I've already gotten used to it."

After saying that, he turned around, turned his back to Wen Qi and said, "Mei Shan."

How can Wen Qi sleep soundly?As soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered the scene where the tyrant raised his sword and killed the maid.

Cong Ji went back to the bedroom, took a bath and changed clothes, after the smell of blood was washed away, he went to the imperial couch.

The imperial couch was empty, and he was alone.

He has always disliked getting close to others, he doesn't have a harem, and he doesn't need warm and fragrant nephrite.

He has never been afraid of loneliness, and the "ten steps" under his pillow and the organs in the imperial couch under him have always accompanied him to sleep.

But tonight is different.

After tossing and turning, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

At a quarter of an hour, he had only slept for an hour and a half before he had to get up.

He had no expression on his face, and his servants waited for him to change into court clothes.

He looked around, and there was a line of white belly in the east. After a while, the rooster sang dawn, and the sky was bright.

Stepping on the morning light, he stepped into the Golden Luan Hall, passed the ministers, stepped on the jade steps, and sat on the throne.

Today is still the fifteenth day of the seventh month. He listened to the reports from the ministers. He thought that the evil spirit that had been suppressed so easily would come back again. The corner of his eyes glanced at his right hand, but he suddenly remembered the tears that were caused by him. Lianlian's baby shark.

Today, he left in a hurry and forgot to send the baby shark back into the pool. The baby shark already had scratches, and crawling into the pool by itself would definitely aggravate the scratches.

Zhongshu Ling, who was reporting, suddenly saw Cong Ji frowning, and his heart tightened. Last time, he was imprisoned, and he was released by Cong Ji in just one day.

I don't know if I offended Cong Ji this time, will I be as lucky as last time?

Cong Ji noticed that Zhong Shuling's voice was getting lower and lower, so he interrupted: "Tao Aiqing, haven't you had your breakfast yet? You're so out of breath."

All the ministers looked at Zhongshu Ling in unison, their eyes were either sympathetic or sympathetic, or gloating.

Zhongshu was terrified, and found an excuse: "The minister is already old, so he is so short of energy."

"Really?" Cong Ji said gently, "Tao Aiqing, you go ahead."

Before Zhongshu Ling opened his mouth, a maid rushed to the front of the hall anxiously.

This maid is Cong Lu's personal maid, Cong Ji naturally recognized it, so she raised her voice and said, "Come in."

The maid walked to Cong Ji's side and reported in a low voice: "The princess committed suicide."

Cong Lu's mood has been unstable for a long time, and her appearance has been unable to recover for a long time. Cong Ji guessed that Cong Lu would commit suicide one day, and ordered her five personal maids to imprison her.

Therefore, he was not surprised when he heard this, and immediately asked: "Have you been rescued?"

Fearing that she would be punished, the maid stammered, "I've been rescued, but the princess's condition is not good."

Cong Ji first ordered the courtiers to disperse, then left the Jinluan Hall and went straight to the Bailu Hall.

The Bailu Hall was filled with Cong Lu's voice, and he rushed to Cong Lu following the sound. Cong Lu's hair was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, she was crying and laughing like a madman.

There was a circle of red marks on Cong Lu's neck, and it was obvious that he had attempted to hang himself not long ago.

After Cong Lu self-destroyed, she burned for five full days, probably her brain was burnt out, but Cong Lu had never made such a fuss before.

Cong Ji reached out and hugged Cong Lu, and asked the others to go out.

However, Cong Lu struggled out of Cong Ji's arms, and immediately smashed an auspicious cloud tracing gold teacup.

Cong Ji embraced Cong Lu again, and said softly, "Luzhuer, don't be afraid, brother is here."

——Cong Lu's baby name is Luzhu, and Cong Ji has always called Cong Lu "Luzhuer".

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Cong Lu opened his hands towards Cong Ji: "Brother, give me a hug."