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

He immediately decided to cultivate Wen Qi. If all goes well, Wen Qi will become a famous minister of a generation.

And he will kill himself after pacifying neighboring Zhou Chu, confirming that the successor can treat Cong Lu and Wen Qi kindly, and that Wen Qi has the ability to protect himself and Cong Lu.

At this moment, he was extraordinarily calm, just like that young man who was completely ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

Wen Qi looked at Cong Ji, guessing that Cong Ji must have thought of something pleasant.

What can teach this tyrant to feel happy is probably not a good thing for the world.

He was worried, and then, he heard Cong Ji order: "Before you turn your feet, you must read all these works as much as possible, and it is best to understand them thoroughly."

Wen Qi was confused: what is the plot of this tyrant?

Cong Ji added: "If you don't understand something, you can come and ask me."

Wen Qi boldly said: If Your Majesty doesn't understand, what should we do?

"You don't have to be afraid, what you said is right. I am not omniscient, and there are things I don't understand." Cong Ji smiled, "When the time comes, I will just invite you to come."

Wen Qi was even more perplexed: This tyrant's attitude is too kind. If I can understand all these works thoroughly, what benefit will he get?

"Go ahead and read "Wei Liao Zi"." Cong Ji stopped talking, and took a copy of "Gui Gu Zi" himself.

Wen Qi supported his body with the shark's tail, unable to last, he asked Cong Ji timidly: "Your Majesty, can I go back to the pool?"

Cong Ji refused: "No, you have to be by my side."

The long July [-]th has not yet ended, and without Wen Qi's company, he was afraid that he would lose control again.

Wen Qi fell on the ground aggrieved, then Cong Ji picked up his waist and hugged him onto the soft couch.

He was forced to snuggle into Cong Ji's arms, listening to Cong Ji's heartbeat.

Cong Ji came up with a way, ordered his servant to bring a wooden barrel, and carried the shark tail into the wooden barrel with his own hands, and then filled it with sea water.

Then, he rubbed Wen Qi's hair and asked, "Is this much more comfortable?"

Comfortable……

Wen Qi's ears felt hot, and Cong Ji's voice suddenly sounded in his head: "How is it? Are you comfortable?"

It must be because he was still a virgin and it was the first time he leaked it, so he was so easily affected by it, so that he remembered it again and again.

Damn, it's all the tyrant's fault.

As he was slandering, his forehead was suddenly covered by the tyrant's right hand. This right hand was thick and dry, with sword calluses growing on it, which was slightly rough.

It is this right hand that puts his...

It was his right hand that got dirty...

Cong Ji realized that Wen Qi's body temperature was too high, so he raised his voice to announce the imperial physician.

After the imperial physician's diagnosis, Wen Qi was in good health and there was no abnormality.

Cong Ji breathed a sigh of relief, ordered the imperial physician to step down, and then asked Wen Qi, "Are you comfortable?"

Are you comfortable...

Wen Qi nodded, this time, not only the ears, but even the cheeks were hot.

Seeing this, Cong Ji announced another imperial physician.

The two imperial physicians concluded that Wen Qi was not ill, so he was relieved and concentrated on "Guiguzi".

Feeling Cong Ji's concern, Wen Qi's murderous heart was shaken. After a while, he thought to himself: I am a rare food that he spent a lot of manpower and material resources to obtain in order to live forever. Dead, isn't he a failure?

He subconsciously peeped at Cong Ji, and the evil aura around Cong Ji subsided a lot, and turned back to the gloom he had when he first saw him, as if he was enduring inhuman torture.

However, Cong Ji, who was covered in blood and dressed in blood, was still vivid in his memory, so he had to be afraid.

It took a long time before Cong Ji noticed Wen Qi's gaze. He kept his eyes on "Guiguzi", but joked, "Have you changed your mind?"

Wen Qi was puzzled for a moment, and it took a while to realize: I am not broken, and I don't want to reciprocate.

Cong Jifa asked: "So you think I'm a broken sleeve?"

Wen Qi shook his head: Wen Qi doesn't know if His Majesty has broken his sleeve.

Cong Ji has never been tempted by anyone, nor has he ever thought about whether he will break his sleeve.

But he has already decided to break it himself, it doesn't matter whether he breaks the sleeve or not.

But when he saw Wen Qi's nervous appearance, he had a bad intention: "I don't know if I have broken my sleeves, why don't I let you sleep with me tonight, let me taste what it feels like to break my sleeves?"

Wen Qi turned pale, pursed his lips, and wrote: Your Majesty, I am not broken.

Cong Ji asked: "Didn't you once say that 'thunder, rain and dew are all the favor of the king'? Serving the bed is the great favor of the king, how can you live up to it?"

Wen Qi reluctantly said calmly: I'm a mermaid, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve His Majesty well.

"I don't despise you." Cong Ji stared at Wen Qi and said, "After all, your appearance is rare in the world."

Wen Qi was so anxious that there were tears in his eyes: I can't accommodate Your Majesty in my place, if I serve the bed, I will die on the bed.

Cong Ji didn't really want Wen Qi to serve the bed, seeing that Wen Qi was made to cry by himself, he immediately withdrew his order: "Forget it, if you don't serve the bed, then don't serve the bed."

Wen Qi couldn't believe it, was this tyrant really so easy to get along with?

Cong Ji wiped away Wen Qi's tears with his fingertips, and said distressedly: "Don't cry."

Wen Qi sniffed: There must be many empresses in the harem eagerly looking forward to His Majesty's coming, why should Your Majesty waste the night with Wen Qi?

Is Wen Qi driving himself away?It's a pity that there is no empress in the harem, and I can't live without Wen Qi today.

"There are three thousand beauties in my harem." Cong Ji said nonsense, "Swallows are thin and fat, each has its own merits, piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all good."

Wen Qi advised: Your Majesty, don't neglect the beauties and let them stay alone.

Cong Ji said solemnly: "I have worked hard to govern, and I have never been obsessed with beauty."

Wen Qi secretly said: You are clearly a tyrant, so how can you work hard to govern?

Cong Ji's face darkened: "Didn't you accept their benefits?"

Wen Qi quickly denied: Wen Qi has never seen them, how can he receive the benefits?

"Really?" Seeing Wen Qi nodding his head again and again, Cong Ji couldn't help laughing, his face was stern, and he changed the subject immediately, "What's your opinion on "Wei Liao Zi"?"

Wen Qi was so full of Cong Ji, he didn't even read a word, and said with a guilty conscience: Wen Qi is dull and has no insights.

Cong Ji stared at Wen Qi without saying a word.

Wen Qi was worried in every possible way, for fear of offending Cong Ji and incurring torture. Unexpectedly, he heard Cong Ji say, "Are you hungry? How about shrimp cakes?"

He thought he had misheard, and confirmed, "Does Your Majesty want to give me shrimp cakes?"

Wen Qi in front of him was silly and cute, Cong Ji said softly, "Want to eat?"

Wen Qi said without hesitation: Yes.

Shrimp cake is a folk snack. It is made of raw shrimp meat and flour, served with green onion, salt, and peppercorns. It is cooked in boiling oil and ready to use.

During his lifetime, his mother would occasionally buy shrimp cakes for him to eat. You can get a shrimp cake for three pennies each, while meat buns only cost two pennies each.

Therefore, he always thought that shrimp cakes were a luxury.

Cong Ji ordered the waiter to go to Shangshi Bureau, but within the time of a cup of tea, the waiter brought a plate of hot shrimp cakes.

Wen Qi suppressed his right hand that was about to move, and at the same time, looked at Cong Ji eagerly.

Cong Ji went to fetch the shrimp cakes with his own hands, intending to pass them to Wen Qi, but the shrimp cakes were too hot, so hot that he almost threw the shrimp cakes away.

As an emperor, how can he lose face because of the hot shrimp cakes?

He blew the shrimp cakes to cool down expressionlessly before bringing them to Wen Qi's lips: "Eat it."

Wen Qi didn't dare bother Cong Ji to feed him, and after taking a bite, he mumbled, "Let me do it myself."

Cong Ji stuffed the shrimp cake into Wen Qi's hand, and took another shrimp cake himself.

This prawn cake is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, fried to perfection.

On the eleventh year, his mother was still alive. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he and his mother were selling porridge in the market.

After giving away the porridge, the queen mother bought shrimp cakes for him to eat, and he clearly remembered that the queen mother said: "Although these shrimp cakes are not available on the table, they are delicious and delicious, and they are not inferior to those ordered by the imperial court."

At that time, he didn't believe that folk snacks could be compared with court imperial dishes, and even thought it might cause stomach upset.

He glanced at the queen mother, took a bite cautiously, and then swallowed even more cautiously.

It was the first time he ate shrimp cakes, and he didn't have a stomachache, which changed his view of folk snacks.

At the age of twelve, his mother passed away, and his life changed drastically.

After eating the shrimp cakes, one person and one shark felt thirsty, and they drank Junshan silver needles together.

Before his death, Wen Qi liked to drink tea very much, but now he is not interested in this excellent Junshan Yinzhen.

After taking a few sips, he put down the teacup.

Cong Ji asked Shangshi Bureau to make West Lake Fish Soup, and Wen Qi thanked him before going to drink West Lake Fish Soup.

After Wen Qi had finished drinking the West Lake fish soup, Cong Ji saw that it was getting late, so he put his arms around Wen Qi's waist: "Mei Shan."

Most of Wen Qi's shark tail is submerged in sea water, even if his body is dry, he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

He stared at Cong Ji, and said generously: For the sake of shrimp cakes and West Lake fish soup, I reluctantly let you hug me.

This soft couch is far inferior to the imperial couch, because with warm prayers in his arms, Cong Ji slept very peacefully, and did not wake up until a stick of incense burned before the meeting.

He got off the soft couch, and carefully carried Wen Qi to the poolside. Fearing that Wen Qi would drown, he had to wake Wen Qi up.

Wen Qi was sleepy, and after being put into the pool, he fell asleep again.

It wasn't until Cong Ji sat on the throne that he realized that he had done a stupid thing.

Wen Qi is a mermaid, and a mermaid grows and sleeps in the sea. Even if he directly sends Wen Qi into the pool, Wen Qi will not drown.

Since yesterday's court meeting was interrupted by Cong Lu's suicide, today's court meeting was naturally longer than usual.

After the court was over, Cong Ji first went to see Cong Lu, who was embroidering. Seeing him, he smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Emperor, how is my embroidery?"

What Cong Lu embroidered was a pair of mandarin ducks, and Cong Ji felt sour. Cong Lu was in such a state, he was really worried about marrying Cong Lu.

Cong Lu couldn't get a reply from Cong Ji, so she said angrily, "Brother Huang, is my embroidery so unsightly?"

Cong Ji smiled and said, "It's not that it's unsightly, but it's so beautiful that it stunned me."

Cong Lu said modestly: "Brother Huang is too famous."

Cong Ji suggested: "You haven't seen the light for a long time, today is sunny and sunny, how about you go outside with me to get some fresh air?"

"Okay." Cong Lu jumped up happily, but in the next breath, she changed her words, "No need."

She knew that she had a terrifying face, only to frighten others.

Cong Ji understood, put on a veil for Cong Lu, and then took Cong Lu's hand.

Cong Lu's kindness could not be turned down, she walked out of the Bailu Palace, and stepped into the sunlight tremblingly.

In the dark, a sharp arrow is ready to go.

After a while, this sharp arrow broke away from the bowstring, pierced through the gentle autumn wind, and went straight to Cong Lu's back.