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

After a while, the bloodthirsty desire that had subsided a little bit came back again, surging all over his limbs and bones, forcing him to breathe rapidly, with a fierce aura soaring to the sky.

His internal breath then lost control, causing the blood-stained uniform to rattle continuously, and the "ten steps" rustled even more.

For a moment, killing was the only thing in his mind.

kill!kill!kill!

Unfortunately, there is no one here.

He rushed out of the Danquan Hall and saw a servant, in the blink of an eye, "ten steps" had reached the servant's throat.

no!He must not kill innocent people!

Not far away, the guards in charge of patrolling saw this and fled one after another.

He desperately controlled his right hand, moved away "ten steps" with difficulty, and said to the pale-faced servant, "Go!"

The servant's feet were weak, he escaped a few steps, fell down, barely stood up, and then ran wildly.

"Why haven't I done it myself?"

"Why do I want to kill myself? I am the ruler of the Southern Jin Dynasty. I can kill whoever I want, and I can kill as many people as I want!"

"It's just some untouchables, so why not kill them?"

"Where are the untouchables? All the people in the country are my people."

……

In the confrontation between rationality and killing intent, the palm of his right hand has been cut by the pattern on the hilt.

Blood flowed down from the breach, along the body of the sword, and fell to the ground from the tip of the sword.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

The sound was very pleasant.

As he thought so, he stood still and let the blood flow.

He has self-harmed countless times, and there is no pain, only pleasure.

Simply let the blood flow out of this physical body, it can save him the effort of self-destruction, but it is too time-consuming.

He suddenly remembered his mother. Since he could remember, his mother had often warned him that no matter whether he was in the East Palace or became emperor in the future, he must put the people first and not act recklessly with power.

But he degenerated and became the most hated tyrant by his mother.

"Since I have decided to kill myself, why not choose today?" He murmured, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then lowered his head to look at himself.

The bright moonlight made his ugly face invisible.

Just choose today.

He put "Ten Steps" on his neck, wanted to kill himself, closed his eyes, and Wen Qi suddenly broke into his mind.

That squeamish young shark has no power to protect itself, if he doesn't protect him, he might be eaten alive by someone who wants to.

By the way, there is also Lu Zhu'er, he hasn't settled Lu Zhu'er yet.

Forget it, let's settle it on our own another day.

He flew to the prison cell, killed the only two remaining prisoners on death row, and then returned to the Danquan Hall.

Then, he lay on the soft couch, hoping that he could fall asleep, but the water in the square pool was reflected in his eyes.

Recently, he always stays at the Danquan Hall at night, holding the hand of the young shark. In order to hold his hand, the young shark has to surface its upper body. In fact, for a young shark, it should Isn't it comfortable?But that young shark would write "Mei Shan" on the back of his hand, and sleep soundly on the back of his hand...

When the young shark came back and held it in his arms, the bloodthirsty desire in his body could be temporarily subdued.

"Wen Qi, Wen Qi, Wen Qi..." He couldn't sleep at night, and when it was almost dawn, he sat up suddenly from the soft couch.

That young shark is very squeamish, and now he is covered in blood, he has to take a bath and change clothes, if the young shark gets dirty, then the young shark will lose his temper again?

When he returned to the bedroom, he ordered his servant to bring bath water, and was about to take off his regular clothes, but found that he was still holding on to the "ten steps".

The blood on the "Ten Steps" had long since dried up and turned reddish brown. He wiped the "Ten Steps" clean after dipping some bath water with a brocade handkerchief.

The shiny sword of "Ten Steps" reflected his face, like a fierce ghost, his eyes were full of madness, extremely terrifying.

"But it turns out that I look like this now. It's really disgusting." He said to himself, and was about to let go of "Ten Steps", but the hilt seemed to grow into his palm. The palm of my hand was separated from the hilt of the sword, but blood flowed from the palm again.

He wiped the hilt of the sword clean, put "Ten Steps" into the scabbard, and then took off his clothes. Only then did he realize that because he was tortured by bloodthirsty desire and could not find an outlet, he once again used his His body was scratched, no wonder his hands were stained with blood, and upon closer inspection, there were still some flakes of flesh hidden between the nails.

His complexion was pale, just like what he said to the young shark, but the fresh bloodstains were still too conspicuous.

But these bloodstains can be completely covered by the clothes, so they won't scare the young shark.

He immediately submerged himself in the bath water, and the bath water instantly turned a light scarlet.

So he ordered his servant to change the bath water.

After bathing, he applied medicine and bandaged himself before walking out of the palace.

He walked towards the palace gate step by step, waiting for his baby shark to return.

Every breath is suffering, he tried his best to suppress his killing intent, and after an unknown amount of time, his baby shark finally came to him with the warm morning light.

"Wen Qi..." He reached out and grabbed Wen Qi's left shoulder, and couldn't wait to pull Wen Qi out of the tub and embrace him.

Wen Qi was caught off guard, even though the tyrant often hugged him, he was very uncomfortable under the eyes of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, he actually smelled a bloody smell from the tyrant.

Could it be that the tyrant killed another man?

Cong Ji noticed that Wen Qi's body was slightly stiff, but he didn't care about it, and immediately carried Wen Qi back to the Danquan Hall, and then got on the soft couch.

Wen Qi was startled, pulled out his right hand, and wrote: Your Majesty, I am not broken.

Wen Qi's body in his arms became stiffer, and Cong Ji said apologetically, "I won't move you, don't worry, let me hold you for a while."

Wen Qi had no right to refuse, so he could only cover the tip of his nose with his right hand, allowing the tyrant to hug his body.

There seems to be something wrong with this tyrant, is it because he killed someone?

He couldn't help but worry, and then he felt that the death of this tyrant was not a pity, and it was not worth worrying about him at all.

Cong Ji sniffed Wen Qi's breath, and the tip of his nose accidentally brushed Wen Qi's side neck, causing Wen Qi to shudder.

"Sorry, don't be afraid." He patted Wen Qi's back to comfort him.

However, Wen Qi remained silent.

Wen Qi's breath taught him to calm down. When he was young, he let go of Wen Qi, and asked Wen Qi again: "How is it? Is it going well?"

Even though the tyrant was wearing a gentle skin, Wen Qi didn't want to pay attention to the bloody tyrant.

He raised his finger and wrote perfunctorily: It's okay.

Is it because just now he involuntarily hugged Wen Qi into his arms, which made Wen Qi lose his temper again?

Cong Ji was thinking about it, but saw Wen Qi get out of his arms, and then jumped into the pool.

He looked at his empty arms, and smiled wryly in his heart: Forget it, Wen Qi doesn't belong to me at all.

He walked to the pool, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke Wen Qi's hair as usual, but Wen Qi sank in the pool, treating him as nothing.

"Just take a rest." He withdrew his hand sadly, and was about to leave, but suddenly he was grabbed by the sleeve of his clothes.

His heart throbbed, and when he looked back, he was really praying warmly, so he asked softly, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Qi didn't want to pay attention to the tyrant at first, but suddenly saw the tyrant's right hand tied with fine cloth, so he couldn't help but grabbed the tyrant's sleeve.

He first pointed to the tyrant's right hand before writing: Is Your Majesty injured?

Cong Ji lied: "I practiced sword last night and accidentally injured myself."

It turned out that the bloody smell on the tyrant's body came from this right hand.

Wen Qi was full of guilt for misunderstanding the tyrant, and said with concern: Does it hurt?

Cong Ji said flatly: "It doesn't hurt."

The tyrant's answer was the same as before, but Wen Qi's heart suddenly throbbed.

Is it possible that I really have an emergency, and it is a heart disease?

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi's eyebrows and eyes and said: "I have to go to court early, let me go."

Wen Qi not only refused to obey, but threatened: Your Majesty must agree to Wen Qi, and come to see Wen Qi immediately after His Majesty returns, otherwise Wen Qi will not let go.

Cong Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, Wen Qi actually stopped losing his temper.

He naturally agreed: "I will come to see you as soon as I go to court."

Wen Qi got the promise, and obediently let go of Cong Ji's sleeves.

As soon as Cong Ji left, he felt strange, how could Cong Ji be good at swords and accidentally injure himself?Is there any secret in it?

Could it be that Cong Ji was assassinated?Or self-harm?

Why don't you wait for Cong Ji to show up and ask what happened.

About an hour and a half later, Cong Ji just appeared.

Wen Qi swam to the pool, stretched out his hand, grabbed Cong Ji's right wrist with his left hand, and wrote with his right hand: Was Your Majesty assassinated yesterday?

Cong Ji replied: "I was not assassinated yesterday."

Wen Qi frowned again and said, "Has Your Majesty committed suicide?"

Cong Ji insisted on his lie: "I injured my hand while practicing the sword."

This tyrant did not directly deny self-mutilation, he should have a guilty conscience. Obviously, eight out of ten it was self-mutilation, not hurting his hand from practicing swords.

Wen Qi carefully rubbed the back of Cong Ji's hand with his cheek and said: Your Majesty must be more careful, don't hurt your hand again.

Cong Ji nodded and said, "I've made a note."

That's good.Wen Qi suddenly remembered something, the autumn is over, according to the agreement, His Majesty should tell me how to deal with the Yanzhou Uprising.

"First, those who surrendered are pardoned and not held accountable; second, they are not implicated, one person revolts, and no harm is done to the family; third, those who are willing to join the army are treated equally with other soldiers; fourth, those who do not want to join the army are properly placed, and their Survival; fifth, separate all those who participated in the uprising, whether they joined the army or not, so as to avoid further incidents; sixth, bury the dead; seventh, appease the people of Yanzhou and issue certain subsidies; Ninth, bury those who died directly or indirectly in the flood, and give compensation to the survivors; tenth, send the imperial physician to Yanzhou, if the unfortunate If there is a plague, it can be dealt with in time." Cong Ji sighed, "Before the autumn, the flood in Yanzhou has receded, and I hope that there will be no more floods in Yanzhou."

"But if His Majesty does this, will the national treasury be tight?" Wen Qi remembered that it was mentioned in the script that Cong Ji's father was extravagant, and I am afraid that the national treasury is not abundant.

"A while ago, the case of selling officials and nobles was solved. I ransacked the house of the main criminal and the accessory criminals, and got a lot of silver. I also reduced the expenditure in the palace and did not use the treasury." Cong Ji has been thinking hard about how to revitalize people's livelihood so as not to The premise of increasing exorbitant taxes is to enrich the treasury, but this is not easy.

The most fertile place in the Southern Jin Dynasty bordered Zhou and Chu, which was not peaceful, and the most prosperous place was full of natural and man-made disasters.

Wen Qi raised his hand to smooth Cong Ji's eyebrows: "Your Majesty, let's put your worries aside for the Mid-Autumn Festival today."

By the way, today is August [-]th, which is the day when his bloodthirsty desire reaches its peak throughout August, and it is also the annual Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of reunion.

Cong Ji stared at Wen Qi and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help you find your sister and let you reunite with her."

This is not His Majesty's fault.Wen Qi asked, is there any progress on this matter?

Cong Ji shook his head and said: "There is no progress, that Qi Yongshan is full of nonsense, and there is no trace of your sister wherever he recruited."

Where will the sister be?

Wen Qi only saw her sister in a dream, and didn't even know her name.

Sister, you must be safe and sound.

He prayed in his heart, and then said to Cong Ji: If your Majesty has nothing important to do, how about spending the Mid-Autumn Festival with me?

When the father was in power, the palace held a moon appreciation banquet every Mid-Autumn Festival, and Cong Ji, as the prince, attended it in costumes; after he was deposed as the prince, he never set foot in the moon appreciation banquet; Due to the severe poison in his body, he has never held a moon appreciation banquet, so as not to be unable to suppress himself and kill all the participants of the banquet.

"I haven't celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival for more than ten years." He rubbed Wen Qi's hair and asked, "Are you really willing to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with me?"

Wen Qi smiled brightly, then grabbed Cong Ji's left hand, and wrote on the palm: I am willing.

Cong Ji had to review the memorial, and Wen Qi leaned on Cong Ji's back and read the "Book of Changes".

Since it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was natural to eat mooncakes. Although Cong Ji himself did not intend to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had ordered the Shangshi Bureau to prepare mooncakes in advance and gave them to everyone in the palace.

After reviewing the memorial, he saw that Wen Qi was sleeping, so he went to Bailu Hall, ate mooncakes with Cong Lu, and then returned to Danquan Hall.

Wen Qi was studying "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals". Hearing the movement, he raised his head and asked Cong Ji angrily: "One hour ago, His Majesty was clearly reviewing the memorial beside me. I just took a nap. Why did His Majesty disappear?" ?

Cong Ji said frankly: "I went to see the imperial sister."

The tyrant's imperial sister...is that the princess who was almost killed by the tyrant?

The tyrant went to see the princess on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the relationship with the princess should be eased?

Wen Qi put away his thoughts and said coquettishly: If Your Majesty feeds me mooncakes, I will consider forgiving Your Majesty.

Not long after the mooncakes arrived, they were still hot. Cong Ji picked up a special mooncake made of fresh shrimp, fish roe and crabmeat, blew it to cool down a bit, and brought it to Wen Qi's lips, coaxing: "Eat it, don't get angry."

Wen Qiqi took a bite of the mooncake with his lips, and was startled, he had never eaten a mooncake with this taste.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi and asked nervously, "This is my own mooncake, does it suit your taste?"

With Cong Ji's fingertips, Wen Qi ate up the fresh shrimp fish roe and crabmeat mooncakes before saying generously: Thank you Your Majesty for taking care of me. This mooncake suits my taste very well, so I will reciprocate and forgive Your Majesty.