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

Not much has changed outside the palace. For Wen Qi, the biggest change is of course that Cong Ji is not by his side.

There was a market not far from Wangjiang Restaurant. He got out of the carriage, put on a cloak, tried to cover up his unusual hair color, and then walked on foot to a stall selling shrimp cakes.

Last time, Cong Ji bought shrimp cakes for him at this stall.

Soon, the shrimp cakes were fried, and the stall owner handed him the hot shrimp cakes. He was so hot that he almost dropped the shrimp cakes.

Last time, he was also burned by the shrimp cakes. Later, Cong Ji blew the shrimp cakes to cool down and fed them to him with his own hands.

But now he is alone, Cong Ji is far away in the palace, no one will cool the shrimp cakes for him.

He had no choice but to cool down the shrimp cakes himself, and ate them mouthful by mouthful.

He looked down, and his red fingertips were still not relieved.

A little further on is the teahouse. Last time, there was a storyteller in the teahouse, who used to criticize Cong Ji as a metaphor for this dynasty. This time, the storyteller is still criticizing Cong Ji.

He clenched his fists, intending to come forward to argue that even though Cong Ji is a tyrant, he is not as heinous as the storyteller said. At least Cong Ji did not kill his mother, and he loves Cong Lu very much.

He walked in front of the storyteller, hesitated for a moment, and finally left without saying a word.

He was wearing Cong Ji's regular clothes, if someone with a discerning eye spotted him, he would definitely cause trouble for Cong Ji.

After leaving the teahouse, it was the dim sum shop where Cong Ji bought osmanthus cakes for him. Because the season of fragrant golden osmanthus had passed, there was no sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for sale in this dim sum shop.

Further on, there is Wangjiang Restaurant.

As the name suggests, this Wangjiang restaurant is built along the river, overlooking the river.

Because his hearing is better than ordinary people, before stepping into Wangjiang Restaurant, some gossip has already entered his ears: "Why is Your Majesty fascinated by that lowly mermaid? He actually sent him to Chongwen Hall to study in person."

"Maybe the merman tastes delicious, far better than ordinary people?"

"The mere appearance alone is unique, but that merman is a male merman and cannot bear children for His Majesty. I think His Majesty will definitely abandon him one day."

"Even though the merman is not a male merman and can bear children for His Majesty, isn't half-human, half-merman a monster?"

……

He had also heard the comments about him before, and he was able to laugh it off at the time, but now it is bitter and unspeakable.

Cong Ji has never been fascinated by him, even when he licks his face and recommends himself a pillow mat, Cong Ji is unwilling to condescend to be lucky.

"When Your Majesty gets tired of playing, I wonder if I can have a taste of that?"

"It is said that His Majesty originally planned to cook and eat the merman. When His Majesty gets tired of playing with it, the merman will enter His Majesty's mouth. How can you get your hands on it?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that a beauty is so rare in the world, and it's a confidante who has an unlucky life."

……

Suddenly, he heard a voice saying: "Why are sharks so lowly? What does it have to do with you who the emperor favors? Don't talk nonsense anymore."

——It’s Cong Xun.

He was grateful and stepped into Wangjiang Restaurant with a normal expression.

There are no outsiders in Wangjiang Restaurant, they are all participants of the poetry meeting.

Most of them are his classmates in Chongwenguan, and a small number of them are very handsome, presumably they are either talented or famous, or they have a prominent family background.

Everyone is full of talent and learning, without a trace of meanness of gossip, he can even glimpse the covetousness towards him from the eyes of some people.

He was uncomfortable all over, and it didn't show on his face.

Cong Shang went forward, led him to the arranged position, and enthusiastically said: "You take a seat first, and we will start as soon as everyone arrives."

The irony is that as soon as he sat down, many people came to chat with him. Surely they all thought that Cong Ji could benefit them by blowing the wind around his pillow?

No matter how others flattered him overtly or secretly, he was unmoved, and only echoed a few words from time to time.

These people can't be the pillars of the imperial court, they are all trash.

After talking for a while, he already knew the backgrounds of these people very well, and many of the descendants of the court officials were among them.

He drank the cooled Tieguanyin unhurriedly, and thought to himself: This clump of graupel should not be underestimated.

After a cup of tea, all the invitees have arrived.

Since the leader of the last poetry meeting was Cong Sie, Cong Sie came up with the title.

Cong Shui smiled, and pointed to an egret that happened to fly by on the river: "Let's take this egret as the topic."

Some of them are really talented and their poems are amazing, but the poems written by most of them are doggerel, and even the rhyme is very forced.

When it was Wen Qi's turn, he pretended to be embarrassed and smiled and said: "Wen Qi is not talented and has no ink. He only knows about egrets, but he doesn't know how to write a poem about egrets."

He has never been a sharp-edged character, and according to the previous gossip, everyone has regarded him as a straw beauty who sells flesh, so he simply continued to play this straw beauty.

Suddenly someone said: "I heard that Mr. Wen has to understand Yuan, Mr. Wen, don't be too modest, let me open my eyes."

Wen Qi knew from the expressions of everyone now and the conversation of everyone just now that at least five people present had obtained Jie Yuan, and Jie Yuan is not a rare thing, so he went on to act: "It's just a fluke, this young man must not be joking." I."

Everyone regards him as Cong Ji's prostitute, and they can't let him down from the stage. After listening to his words, they just let it go.

The shop has newly brewed Lihuabai, and during the poetry meeting, they offered a cup to everyone.

In an instant, the aroma of wine overflowed.

Wen Qi is not good at wine, so he took a sip and put down the wine cup.

The celebrities and talented people around him seem to be good at wine, and they can't wait to change their glasses until they drink up the store's pear blossoms.

Those who have a lot of alcohol are still sane, but those who are too strong to drink have already talked nonsense.

He listened to nonsense, but smiled and said nothing.

Because Cong Xun had recovered soon, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol. When he came to Wen Qi's side, he said apologetically, "All the young masters present are cheerful people. They drank more because of their joy."

Wen Qi shook his head and said, "Your Highness Sixth, don't need to feel sorry."

After a while, the sober ones dispersed by themselves, while the drunken ones were sent home by their servants.

Because the drunk damaged the store's belongings, Cong Xie had to leave behind to deal with the aftermath, so he did not return to the palace with Wen Qi.

Wen Qi walked out of Wangjiang Restaurant, was blown by the wind, and suddenly found himself a little drunk.

He walked along the market just like when he came to Wangjiang Restaurant.

When passing by the shrimp cake stall, he bought two shrimp cakes, intending to take them to Cong Ji.

The carriage was waiting at the end of the street, he got into the carriage, and while shaking, he found himself even more drunk.

Afraid of dropping the shrimp cake, he tightly held the oiled paper bag containing the shrimp cake with his fingertips.

When he returned to the palace, night had fallen, and he felt as if he had passed away. He was really drunk.

Cars are not allowed in the palace, he got out of the carriage, his body swayed, and he was about to tell where the Danquan Hall was located, but he was supported by someone, when he heard the man say: "Wen Qi, have you been drinking?"

"En." He nodded, half-closed his eyes, and immediately pushed the person who was supporting him away.

Who is this person?He didn't know it at all.

He staggered forward, ignoring it.

This person is naturally Cong Ji, and Cong Ji was afraid that Wen Qi would fall, so he simply hugged Wen Qi horizontally.

Wen Qi struggled endlessly, but his fingertips still held the oiled paper bag tightly.

Cong Ji said nervously: "Be good, and be careful not to fall."

Wen Qi said angrily: "Why should I be good? Why should I be careful when I fall?"

Cong Ji sighed: "It will hurt if you fall."

"Whether I hurt or not has nothing to do with you?" After all, Wen Qi was no match for Cong Ji's strength, and was carried back to the Danquan Hall by Cong Ji.

Cong Ji carried Wen Qi onto the bed, and took off the brocade shoes and footwear for Wen Qi himself.

Seeing Wen Qi holding an oiled paper bag in his hand, he asked, "What's in this oiled paper bag?"

Wen Qi hugged the oiled paper bag into his arms, and stared at Cong Ji vigilantly: "The thing wrapped in oiled paper is for my sweetheart, not for you."

Cong Ji didn't know what to say for a while, he rejected Wen Qi, and he was not qualified to call himself Wen Qi's sweetheart.

Wen Qi said aggrievedly: "Before I met him, I had never liked anyone, never kissed anyone, and never touched someone else's place, but to him, I was just a cute little girl." Dispensable gadgets."

Cong Ji denied it and said, "You are not a dispensable gadget."

"You are not him, and you have no right to deny it for him." Wen Qi folded his hands on his knees, bowed his head and said, "I am just a dispensable gadget to him."

Cong Ji stretched out his hand to hug Wen Qi into his arms, and before he could comfort him, Wen Qi had already escaped from his arms.

Wen Qi hid a little away, looked at Cong Ji and said, "Don't come near me."

When Cong Ji entered, Wen Qi retreated until there was no way to retreat.

Cong Ji stretched out his hand to Wen Qi, but Wen Qi bit his wrist.

Wen Qi stared at Cong Ji, tasted the smell of blood, and then let go of Cong Ji's wrist, and threatened, "Stay away from me, or I will bite you to death."

Instead, Cong Ji brought the bloody wrist to Wen Qi's lips: "Bite it."

Wen Qi felt that the person in front of him was very strange, so he hurriedly tore off his outer shirt and wrapped it in oil paper so that this person could not see it.

One person and one shark confronted each other for a long time, and Wen Qi couldn't help feeling sleepy.

He forced his heavy eyelids, and said weakly: "Don't steal the food I bought for my sweetheart."

Cong Ji coaxed: "I will definitely not steal the food you bought for your sweetheart."

Wen Qi said dissatisfiedly: "My sweetheart is the current saint, you can't call yourself 'Zhen'."

Cong Ji changed his name: "I will definitely not steal the food you bought for my sweetheart."

"That's good." Wen Qi didn't feel relieved, even though he fell asleep soundly, he still held the oiled paper bag tightly with both hands.

Cong Ji wanted to take out the oiled paper bag but couldn't. He stroked Wen Qi's cheek and said lovingly and pitifully: "Little Zuiyu, didn't you go to the poetry meeting? Why are you so drunk?"

Wen Qi naturally wouldn't answer him, but not long after, Wen Qi got into his arms instinctively.

He caressed Wen Qi's back and said, "I made you sad, I'm sorry."

The next day, when Wen Qi woke up, he smelled an oily and fishy smell.

It wasn't until he regained his consciousness that he realized that the smell came from the shrimp cakes in the oiled paper bag in his arms.

He barely opened his eyes and saw Cong Ji, who was just sleeping, obviously it was still early.

He was about to come out of Cong Ji's arms, but he woke up Cong Ji.

Cong Ji stared at Wen Qi, and raised his voice to order the servant to cook sober soup.

Wen Qi was speechless for a while, and after drinking the sober soup, he said: "Wen Qi disrespected His Majesty last night, I hope His Majesty will forgive you."

Cong Ji pointed to the oiled paper bag in Wen Qi's arms and said, "If you enshrine this thing to me, I will forgive you for your innocence."

The shrimp cakes had already cooled down and could not be served on the table, Wen Qi turned and said, "I hope your Majesty will punish you."

Hearing this, Cong Ji pinched Wen Qi's jaw and kissed it.

Wen Qi couldn't refuse Cong Ji's kiss, his body became weak moment after moment, and he didn't even notice that the oil paper bag was stolen by Cong Ji.

After the kiss, Cong Ji unfolded the oiled paper bag and took a look, the food inside could barely be seen as shrimp cakes.

Wen Qi's face was full of spring, seeing this, he was eager to grab the oiled paper bag back, but was kissed by Cong Ji again.

Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi until he was out of breath, and then ate up two shrimp cakes in front of Wen Qi.

Wen Qi suddenly remembered that he seemed to tell Cong Ji last night that the food in the oil paper bag was bought for his sweetheart, and for a while, all kinds of flavors were mixed.

Cong Ji is the son of heaven, so he should not eat shrimp cakes that have been deformed overnight. Cong Ji must be afraid of hurting his heart, so he will not eat it.

Although Cong Ji is his sweetheart, he is not Cong Ji's sweetheart.

He didn't allow himself to fall into self-pity and self-pity, and picked out what he saw and heard yesterday, which he thought would be useful, to share with Cong Ji.

After finishing speaking, he said with a mocking smile, "Isn't this information very important to His Majesty?"

But it turned out that Wen Qi participated in the poetry meeting for himself, not for Cong Sie.

Cong Ji was overjoyed, took Wen Qi into his arms, pecked and kissed Wen Qi's forehead and said, "This information is extremely important to me."

He didn't lie, all this information came from the son of the aristocratic family. Although it was not crucial, it was helpful for him to understand the courtiers.

Wen Qi had no attempt to sow discord, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked, "How does Your Majesty view His Highness Six?"

Cong Ji replied: "I have been on guard against Ah Fei for a long time, and it was not until Ah Fei helped Lu Zhuer block the arrows that I reduced my defense against Ah Fei."

Wen Qi thought about it and said, "Has Your Majesty ever thought that His Majesty the Sixth Highness designed himself to protect the princess from arrows because he realized that His Majesty was on guard against him?"

"Of course I thought about it, but Ah Xun has no flaws." Cong Ji has not yet found out who was behind the assassin who shot in the dark.

Wen Qi frowned and said: "It stands to reason that His Royal Highness the Sixth Highness did not go out of the palace to build a mansion, and spent most of the time in the palace, so the acquaintances are too extensive. I don't know if it is because of his natural nature, or if he has other plans, deliberately doing it? "

"Ah Xun has been cheerful since he was a child, and likes to make friends. As for whether he has other plans or not, I don't know yet." Cong Ji saw that the sky was getting dark and it was almost time for the morning court, so he let go of his gentle prayer and said softly, "I have to go to the court." It's morning."

Wen Qi suddenly saw a circle of reddish-brown tooth marks on Cong Ji's right wrist, and knew that it was his own doing, so his eyes turned red immediately: "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

If I answer that it doesn't hurt, I will definitely make Wen Qi sad.

Therefore, Cong Ji replied: "It hurts."

"Your Majesty is a liar. Your Majesty obviously doesn't feel any pain." Wen Qi lowered his head, licking the tooth marks carefully.

Cong Ji rubbed the back of Wen Qi's head and said, "It really hurts."

Wen Qi said guiltily: "I shouldn't have bitten His Majesty, and I bit it so hard."

Cong Ji couldn't bear Wen Qi's guilt, so he changed his tune and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Wen Qi said angrily: "Your Majesty really lied to me."

Cong Ji said helplessly: "How do you want me to answer?"

Wen Qi said in a mysterious way: "I want His Majesty to tell me that His Majesty is happy with me."

As soon as these words came out, one person and one shark had nothing to say.

After a long time, Wen Qi broke the silence: "Your Majesty, hurry up and change into your court clothes, lest you miss the time."

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi carefully, and said solemnly in his heart: Wen Qi, I am happy with you.