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

Cong Ji stretched out his arms to hug Cong Lu, he was afraid of forcing Cong Lu to lose his mind again, so he didn't say a word about Cong Lu's suicide, but patted Cong Lu's back and hummed a nursery rhyme.

He is six years older than Cong Lu. After Cong Lu was born, his mother's health deteriorated. At that time, Cong Lu was mainly taken care of by the nanny. He only helped to take care of Cong Lu when he was studying and practicing martial arts; At that time, Cong Lu was only six years old, and he was still taken by his nanny; shortly after his mother passed away, he was abolished as the crown prince, and all valuables were looted. Cong Lu couldn't afford to raise her anymore, so naturally it was impossible to raise another wet nurse, so Cong Lu was almost brought up by him.

When Cong Lu was young, he often hummed nursery rhymes to Cong Lu.

The Cong Lu in her arms was completely different from the Cong Lu when she was a child. The pretty and coquettish but sensible Cong Lu was killed by the incompetent him.

Listening to the nursery rhymes, Cong Lu couldn't help feeling sleepy, and fell asleep in Cong Ji's arms.

Cong Ji carefully placed Cong Lu on the bed, and ordered the servant to deliver the memorial here.

After he had finished approving most of the memorials, Cong Lu still hadn't woken up.

At noon, he had a hasty lunch before continuing to review the memorial.

Suddenly, a wave of evil spirit rushed straight to the brain.

His eyes moved away from the bloodless memorial, and instead settled on Cong Lu.

Cong Lu breathed out gently, his heart was heaving up and down, his fingertips touched Cong Lu's shoulders, and he immediately felt the warmth of this living body.

kill her!kill her!kill her!

His fingers wandered to Cong Lu's neck, hesitating where to stab and kill him.

Cong Lu was not woken up by him, with a peaceful expression.

He pressed the five fingers of his right hand on Cong Lu's throat, the skin of the pressed area was slightly sunken, and he wanted to stab it with force, but luckily he regained his consciousness in time.

But his body didn't obey his orders, and his fingers refused to stop.

kill her!kill her!kill her!

no!She is Cong Lu, Lu Zhu'er, my only younger sister!

kill her!

No!

He was sweating all over, and finally forced his right hand away from Cong Lu, and then forced his body away from Cong Lu.

Afterwards, he hurried out of Bailu Hall and fled in despair.

Wen Qi, he must see Wen Qi now!

He performed lightness kung fu and flew to Danquan Hall.

Wen Qi had lunch and was taking a nap.

After hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and surfaced.

Seeing Cong Ji, Zishi's memory flooded into his mind instantly. Because he was wiped by Cong Ji, he accidentally lost control of his body.

How could Cong Ji treat him like that?

He was so angry that he wanted to bite Cong Ji, and the blood would come from the bite; he was so ashamed that he wanted to hide himself, not looking at Cong Ji, nor letting Cong Ji see him; We can only get a glimpse of it from Longyang's love story book.

He had mixed tastes in his mouth, until Cong Ji came in front of him, he realized that Cong Ji's complexion was stern, his eyes were bloodshot, and there seemed to be a look of madness in him, a terrifying appearance that wanted to tear him into pieces.

He couldn't help but backed up, and then sank into the pool water, which barely covered his hair, and his body was successfully lifted out of the water by Cong Ji due to the iron chain, and thrown on the shore.

His back hit the hard ground hard, making him dizzy for a while.

"It hurts..." he murmured, backing away again and again.

Cong Ji pressed on every step of the way, and his whole body was even more evil.

Cong Ji didn't raise the sword, but his whole body was like a fierce sword that had been bloodthirsty for many years.

He couldn't run, so retreating step by step would only increase Cong Ji's pleasure of teasing his prey.

The imminence of death did not make him cry, but taught him to grow calmer.

He looked around and saw nothing sharp.

Fortunately, three days ago, he intentionally broke a plate, and while the waiter was not paying attention, he hid a piece at the bottom of the pool.

In the nick of time, he held the fragment in his palm, and if Cong Ji got closer, he would definitely take Cong Ji's life!

He knocked down all kinds of decorations, and in the end, he was cornered, unable to retreat.

He tried his best to put on a frightened expression, shivering all over, with tears streaming down his face, and asked in a trembling voice: Your Majesty, what did Wen Qi do wrong?

Cong Ji stared at the panicked Wen Qi condescendingly, and grabbed Wen Qi's throat as soon as he stretched out his hand.

As soon as the palm touched Wen Qi's slightly cool skin, the tyranny running through his veins instantly disappeared without a trace.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" He turned to hug Wen Qi into his arms, stroked Wen Qi's hair and said, "It's all my fault."

Wen Qi was full of astonishment: Could it be that this tyrant is pressing every step of the way just to hug me?

His jaw was forced to rest on the tyrant's left shoulder, and he looked at his right hand, hesitating for a while.

I'd better kill this tyrant and eliminate harm for the people.

But this tyrant has never really hurt me. Even if I want to kill him, I should fight him openly, not stealthily.

No, he is a tyrant, with countless innocent people under his command, what can you talk about with him?

He put his right hand on the back of the tyrant's heart, and he only needed to stab it in, and maybe the tyrant's life could be killed.

The tyrant will definitely struggle, and his life will inevitably be lost, but his life and death are irrelevant to the country and the people, and it is indeed a profitable business to die with the tyrant.

Before his death, he was born in Jiangmen, his father and grandfather were heroes who defended the country, but he never did anything for the country and the people.

Now, the opportunity is close at hand, if he can get it, it will be beneficial to the country and the people, and it will be regarded as a shame on the family.

However, his fingertips trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, barely made up his mind, but he heard the tyrant say: "Let me hold you for a while."

Allow?The tyrant's words were too polite, as if he could sit on an equal footing with him.

He was suddenly in a trance, and the tyrant's body temperature came from the place where he touched him, and the tyrant's heartbeat beat against his heart, which made him unable to do anything.

Now is the time to be merciless.

He warned himself like this, and wanted to strike again, but was suddenly let go by the tyrant.

Immediately afterwards, the tyrant's apologetic expression came into his eyes, and then, the tyrant opened his lips and sent gentle words into his ears: "I'm sorry, I forcibly lifted you out of the water just now, and I didn't know how serious it was. Throwing you on the ground hurts you? If you are angry, you should be."

The tyrant has a pair of thin lips, which shows that he is a heartless person.

He was hesitant just now, but unfortunately the opportunity is fleeting, and now he has no chance of succeeding, so he has to carefully hide the fragments in his palm.

He showed a trace of anger, and then quickly suppressed it, with an appearance of being angry and afraid of offending the monarch.

Cong Ji had already recovered his calm, thinking that he almost killed Cong Lu, he was afraid for a while; thinking that he almost strangled Wen Qi to death, he was also deeply regretful.

Even though he is the Ninth Five-Year Master, Cong Lu is his sister, and Wen Qi is his antidote, and they are both indispensable to him.

He looked at Wen Qi and sighed: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, but I hurt you again."

Wen Qi said in his heart: Not long ago, you clearly wanted to strangle me to death.

On the surface, he is docile: Although Wen Qi is a mermaid, he also understands that thunder, rain, and dew are all the grace of the king. His Majesty has a noble status, so there is no need to apologize to Wen Qi.

Cong Ji recruited a servant, gave orders in a low voice, and then hugged Wen Qi horizontally.

He suddenly realized that he had long been used to being close to Wen Qi. Except for Wen Qi and Cong Lu, even the servants who changed his court clothes for him would be punished by him if they accidentally touched his skin.

He hugged Wen Qi to the soft couch and wiped Wen Qi's body.

This time, Wen Qi took precautions: Your Majesty, let me do it myself.

Cong Ji nodded, handed the brocade handkerchief to Wen Qi, and brought the ointment to Wen Qi's hand.

After Wen Qi wiped himself and applied the medicine, he accidentally saw the tyrant ordered Li Nei to serve the key.

He was nervous and excited: Is this tyrant planning to undo my shackles?

Cong Ji inserted the key into the lock, immediately opened the iron ring, and removed the iron chain.

The iron chain was long and heavy, Wen Qideng felt a lot more relaxed, and was about to thank the tyrant, but unexpectedly, another two shorter iron chains were attached to him by a familiar servant.

One end of the shorter iron chain was penetrated by the iron ring, and the other end was fixed to the pool wall. Afterwards, Cong Ji closed the iron ring again and locked it.

Wen Qi gritted his teeth quietly, knowing that the tyrant would not be so kind, he should have ended the tyrant just now.

After a while, more than a dozen servants filed in, spreading a thick layer of woven leather wherever he could see.

Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's hair, then took off the yellow satin dragon-patterned square-toed boots, the brocade footwear, and walked around in a circle on woven leather.

He had just returned to Wen Qi's side when a well-behaved servant knelt down and respectfully put on and took off the yellow satin dragon-patterned square-toed boots and brocade footwear for him.

He stared at Wen Qi intently, and said softly: "With this two-pronged approach, you won't scratch yourself again."

While peeping at Cong Ji's Adam's apple, Wen Qi wanted to bite it off, and thanked obediently: Thank you Your Majesty for your mercy, Wen Qi is grateful.

Cong Ji was very satisfied with the changes he had made, and said with concern: "If you have something in short supply, you can report it to me, and I will make it for you."

The previous terrifying tyrant no longer exists, and Cong Ji in front of him seems to regard himself as a concubine.

Wen Qi lost the opportunity to eliminate harm for the people, so he had to continue to hibernate.

What he lacks most at present is a free body, and Cong Ji obviously won't do it for him, so he settles for the next best thing: apart from the scriptures, can you give me some works of various schools of thought and the Four Treasures of the Study?

Cong Ji naturally would not refuse.

Not long after, the huge Danquan Hall was filled with all kinds of books.

Wen Qi sniffed the fragrance of books, and thought to himself: No wonder there are countless people who covet the throne. The emperor relies on the power of the sky, and he doesn't need to do it himself. He only needs to give an order, and someone will do his best to follow the order, which is really comfortable.

Cong Ji couldn't sleep well for a long time, so he put his arms around Wen Qi's thin waist and closed his eyes: "If you feel uncomfortable, just wake me up."

Wen Qi was forced to sleep on the tyrant's neck, he glanced at the hands attached to his waist, and slandered: You treat me as something to warm the bed?Hateful.