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

Cong Ji's last words to Wen Qi were: "Don't worry, I won't spy on you."

Afterwards, Cong Ji never said a word to him again, Cong Ji's actions were very gentle, just like before, but Cong Ji's expression was neither moody nor angry.

He suddenly felt uneasy, that's why he asked this question.

Cong Ji asked without answering: "What do you think made me angry?"

Wen Qi lowered his head, clenching his fingers and said: "I am a trouble to Your Majesty, I am coquettish and irritable; I don't want to go to bed, but I dirty His Majesty's hands; I also prevent Your Majesty from going to visit your concubine. "

"First of all, you are not a trouble to me. Whether you are squeamish or short-tempered, you are cute; secondly, if I don't want to, you can't force it. You don't have to worry about it. In the end, if I insist on being happy with my concubine, you can't hinder it, and you don't have to take it to heart." Cong Ji raised his hand and stroked Wen Qi's hair and said, "Go to sleep, don't think about it anymore. .”

Wen Qi said pitifully: "But His Majesty just now obviously didn't want to pay attention to me."

Cong Ji explained: "I just had other thoughts just now, it's not that I don't want to pay attention to you."

"Really?" Wen Qi looked at Cong Ji eagerly.

"Really." Cong Ji raised his hand to cover Wen Qi's eyes, "Take a rest soon."

Cong Ji is right-handed, Wen Qi suddenly found that Cong Ji in front of him was using his left hand, even when helping him, he was using his left hand.

He pushed away Cong Ji's left hand covering his eyes, and lowered his head to look at Cong Ji's right hand.

This right hand is mostly covered by the robe, so at first glance, there is nothing unusual about it.

He clasped Cong Ji's right wrist, and was about to take a closer look, when he saw a circle of teeth marks on the tiger's mouth.

This tooth mark was oozing blood, reminding him that Cong Ji had given this right hand to his mouth not long ago to prevent him from biting his tongue, and he seemed to have drunk Cong Ji's blood.

At that time, he had already fallen into chaos, and his mind gradually became lax. Now after thinking about it for a while, he was sure that he had indeed drunk Cong Ji's blood.

The bloody smell that had gone away suddenly filled his mouth, his eyes were red with distress, and he looked at Cong Ji: "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

Cong Ji shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

This answer was expected by Wen Qi, and he asked Cong Ji again: "Your Majesty, why don't you do a bandage?"

"I have suffered countless injuries, minor injuries are not serious, why do I have to bandage them?" Cong Ji pulled out his hand and comforted, "Don't cry."

Wen Qi's tears flowed down in response. He grabbed Cong Ji's right sleeve and whimpered, "It's bleeding, how can it not hurt? Your Majesty lied to me again."

Cong Ji glanced at the shark beads all over the bed, then stared at Wen Qi, and said, "Okay, it hurts badly."

Wen Qi stared at Cong Ji and said, "Your Majesty, don't be perfunctory to me."

Cong Ji said helplessly: "What do you want me to say, is it not perfunctory?"

Wen Qi said as a matter of course: "I invite the imperial physician to bandage up your majesty's life."

"Isn't it too much to make a fuss over a molehill?" Wen Qi gave Cong Ji a vicious look again, so he had to order the servant to send the imperial physician.

Physician Liu rushed over and saw that Jinshang was sitting on the bed, while the young shark was hiding behind Jinshang, and concluded that something went wrong in the intercourse between one person and one shark. Unexpectedly, Jinshang stretched out his hand Lai: "Please Liu Aiqing to bandage me."

Today, there is a ring of tooth marks at the tiger's mouth, not deep or shallow, and still oozing blood.

No wonder everyone in this palace got a strong beauty according to the legend, it really is true.

Today he is known for his iron fist, but he treats this shark very connivingly.

He neatly bandaged up Admiral Jin's wound, and then resigned.

"I have satisfied your request, go to sleep." Cong Ji lay down and closed his eyes.

Wen Qi said angrily: "The bandaging of the wound is not to meet my request, but for His Majesty himself. Why is Your Majesty so careless about himself?"

"What you said is true, I know I'm wrong." Cong Ji is not strong in life, and has already been numb due to repeated self-harm, so he doesn't care about his body, as long as he is not disabled and can move freely.

He looked at Wen Qi, and was suddenly puzzled: Why did I look for sharks all over the place?And why should we be obsessed with immortality?

Wen Qi didn't think that Cong Ji knew he was wrong, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He rested his pillow on Cong Ji's left arm, turned to Cong Ji and said, "Your Majesty, even if you are not afraid of pain, you should cherish yourself for the Southern Jin Dynasty."

Cong Ji said indifferently: "I am a tyrant, and eight out of ten of my people are looking forward to my sudden death, why should I cherish myself for the sake of the Southern Jin Dynasty?"

That's right, Cong Ji is a tyrant. After Wen Qi was enshrined in Cong Ji, he planned to assassinate Cong Ji. Before he knew it, he gave up this idea.

Cong Ji treated him too softly, and the gentleness wiped away his murderous intentions.

Now, rather than assassinating Cong Ji, he hopes that Cong Ji can reform himself.

Therefore, he boldly said: "Since Your Majesty understands that he is unpopular as a tyrant, why don't you go astray and return?"

Cong Ji did not answer directly, but said: "Wen Qi, you work hard, and when you become a famous minister of a generation, you will be able to influence my governance. Maybe at that time, I will no longer be a tyrant."

Wen Qi clenched his fists: "Your Majesty, I will work hard."

Cong Ji smiled lightly, and asked again: "Although you have grown your feet, will you feel uncomfortable if you leave the sea for a long time?"

Wen Qi said blankly: "I don't know, so far there is no discomfort."

Cong Ji Yin Yin said: "If you feel unwell, you must tell me. I will carry you back to the pool. Your feet are still weak, so don't force yourself."

Wen Qi nodded, yawned, and shrank back into Cong Ji's arms, stretching out his feet exhausted his strength, and he was already sleepy.

At the time of white dew, the days are short and the nights are long. After some tossing, if it was midsummer, it would already be dawn by now.

Not long after, he fell asleep.

He had a dream. In the dream, Cong Ji worked hard to make the Southern Jin Haiyan and Heqing clean.

When he woke up, Cong Ji was nowhere to be found. He gritted his teeth and said, "Liar, you clearly promised to be with me all day today."

Cong Ji has to practice sword every day, and is practicing sword outside Danquan Hall at this moment.

Hearing the movement, he immediately retracted his sword, flew into the Danquan Hall, settled in front of Wen Qi, and said with a smile: "Wen Qi, it's already noon."

This Cong Ji came too fast, Wen Qi was stunned, then sniffed and said: "Does Your Majesty despise me for being sleepy?"

"I don't despise you for being sleepy, but I'm afraid of starving you." Cong Ji stroked Wen Qi's stomach and said, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Wen Qi hugged Cong Ji's right arm and asked, "What did Your Majesty do?"

Cong Ji replied: "Practice sword."

Wen Qi looked at the tiger's mouth of Cong Ji's right hand, saw that the fine cloth on it was not stained with blood, and made sure that the wound was not worn out by the hilt of the sword. He felt relieved, and said unreasonably, "Why did your majesty want to practice sword while I was asleep?"

"Sorry." Cong Ji took Wen Qi into his arms and coaxed, "Is it okay if I ask Shangshi Bureau to make more dishes to compensate you?"

Wen Qi circled Cong Ji's waist instead, and snorted: "No, I'm not hungry, Your Majesty can't fool me."

This Wen Qi really became more and more difficult to coax, Cong Ji sighed: "How can we not be fooled?"

"Of course..." Wen Qi pointed to his forehead, "Give me a kiss, otherwise I won't tell His Majesty."

Cong Ji lowered his head and kissed Wen Qi's forehead: "You should tell me now."

Wen Qi said with reason and evidence: "Your Majesty promised that I would accompany me all day today. Your Majesty has said that he must do it. Since I can't do it today, I can only make up for it tomorrow. I will read it in your majesty tomorrow for the sake of the country and the country." For the sake of the early court, let Your Majesty use the day after tomorrow to make up for tomorrow's early court."

In other words, I have to accompany Wen Qi today, tomorrow and the day after, except for the morning court.

This warm prayer is really pushing an inch.

Instead of being angry, Cong Ji said sweetly: "I will also go to the morning court in the future, do I have to make up for it in the future?"

Wen Qi nodded again and again: "Your Majesty is right."

Cong Ji laughed and said: "By analogy, do I want to accompany you every day?"

Wen Qi cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

If Cong Ji stayed with him every day, he would have no time to spend time with his concubines. Even if he felt sorry for Cong Ji's concubine and made him stay alone in the empty boudoir, he did not want Cong Ji to make trouble with him.

Is this the so-called possessive desire?

Why did he feel possessive towards Cong Ji?

He was deep in thought when he heard Cong Ji say: "I agree."

Cong Ji didn't have a concubine, so he needed Wen Qi to relieve his bloodthirsty desire, and Wen Qi's request was exactly what he wanted.

He combed Wen Qi's hair with his fingertips, and said with concern: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want me to carry you into the water?"

"It's not uncomfortable." Wen Qi pouted, "I'm hungry."

Cong Ji pretended to be puzzled and said: "Aren't you hungry?"

"The Master said: 'The dead are like a husband, never giving up day and night', which means that things are constantly developing and changing, and so am I." Wen Qi showed his fangs, "If your majesty doesn't order people to prepare meals quickly , I will dismantle His Majesty to the bone and eat His Majesty to satisfy your hunger."

After saying that, he bit Cong Ji's ear and ground his teeth.

Cong Ji smelled slightly sweaty, but more ambergris, which made him intoxicated.

He is currently wearing Cong Ji's regular clothes, which are also smoked with ambergris, but to him, it is quite different from the ambergris on Cong Ji's body.

The obscene clothes he was wearing were also worn by Cong Ji?

Thinking of this, he suddenly became shy, and hastily let go of Cong Ji's ears.

Hearing this, Cong Ji suddenly remembered the situation when Wen begged him not to tear him apart, and was very relieved.

Although Wen Qi has become squeamish, irritable and difficult to coax, and even has the potential to deceive the emperor, Wen Qi is no longer afraid of him.

He raised his voice and ordered his servant to go to the Shangshi Bureau to deliver the meal, and then combed Wen Qi's hair with his own hands and tied a hair tie.

Since Wen Qi became a mermaid three months ago, she has never tied her hair, and she was not used to it for a while.

March... Three months have passed since the last life.

I don't know what happened to my mother?

In the past three months, he walked on thin ice at first, but recently he has been acting coquettish and shameless towards Cong Ji every day.

How wonderful it would be if Cong Ji could become Ming Jun?

He kissed Cong Ji's forehead reverently, and said to himself: Kiss, then you are not allowed to be a tyrant anymore, and I will definitely work hard to become a famous minister of a generation, and assist you to become a wise king of a generation.

Cong Ji didn't know why, so he looked at Wen Qi, but Wen Qi raised his jaw: "Your Majesty is not a woman, can't you kiss me?"

But it turns out that Wen Qi is actually a disciple.

He joked: "If I were a woman, if you dared to belittle me, I would have ordered you to be imprisoned."

The folk customs of this dynasty are not open, and there are many restrictions on women, especially the women of the Tian family.

Wen Qi kissed Cong Ji's forehead again: "Your Majesty is neither a woman, nor ordered anyone to imprison me, so I will naturally kiss you if you want."

Cong Ji didn't resent being kissed by Wen Qi on the forehead, so he let it go and said, "It's up to you."

"Your Majesty is worthy of being the Ninth Five-Year Honor, really generous." Wen Qi said with a smile, "I am also very generous, won't Your Majesty kiss me?"

Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's forehead before asking: "How are your feet? Can I help you to the ground?"

Wen Qi nodded, and as soon as his toes touched the woven leather on the ground, he immediately softened, as if his bones had been removed.

Cong Ji supported Wen Qi in time, and analyzed: "Could it be that the insides of these feet haven't grown well yet?"

Wen Qi was puzzled and said: "It should be."

"Don't be afraid, in a few days, you will be no different from ordinary people." Cong Ji asked curiously again, "Can you change back into a mermaid?"

Wen Qi didn't know what to do to turn back into a mermaid. He just thought about it for a moment, and his lower body immediately turned back into a mermaid tail, with ear fins and dorsal fins growing out.

Shark's tail tore through the soft underwear, and the sound of silk being torn suddenly sounded, which made him extremely embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Cong Ji uncovered the hem of his coat, walked around his tail, stroked it, and asserted: "It is indeed the same as yesterday."

He raised his hand to cover his face, and complained: "As the king of a country, His Majesty is actually a disciple, which really shocks me."