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

Wen Qi's lips seemed to contain a handful of frost and snow, which was bitingly cold.

Cong Ji was very distressed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Mei Shan." He heard himself say to Wen Qi.

Then, he saw Wen Qi smiled, took a step back, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Mei Shan."

He wanted to hug Wen Qi into his arms, but driven by reason, he left the Danquan Hall and closed the door.

If you are happy with someone, you should think about it. He has taught Wen Qi to be sad, and he can no longer make Wen Qi fall into a situation where heaven and man are separated forever.

He will definitely kill himself, and he must not be soft-hearted at this time.

"Wen Qi, I'm sorry." He turned his head, glanced at the gate of Danquan Hall, and then went to Bailu Hall.

It was late, Cong Lu had already fallen asleep, he ordered the maid not to wake Cong Lu, and went to Cong Lu's bedside quietly.

Cong Lu was lying on her side, her exposed left cheek had basically healed, but her skin tone was uneven, like a rash, which should be covered with some powder.

The day before yesterday, he had visited Cong Lu. At that time, Cong Lu's left cheek still had faint scars. Although the recovery of the right cheek was worse than that of the left cheek, it has indeed improved a lot.

He was overjoyed, perhaps in another ten and a half months, Cong Lu's left cheek would be fully healed, and his right cheek would be fully healed in at least half a year.

"Lu Zhu'er, you must recover quickly." He guarded Cong Lu for a while before leaving Bailu Hall, returning to the Sizheng Hall, and continuing to deal with political affairs.

Two days later, Chunwei released the list, and Wen Qi won Huiyuan.

After Cong Ji heard the news, he put down the memorial in his hand and immediately went to Danquan Hall.

Wen Qi hadn't finished school yet, and the Danquan Hall was empty.

Cong Ji hadn't been to the Danquan Hall in the past two days, and he missed it very much. He raised his fingers and stroked everything, trying to find a trace of warm prayer from them.

When his fingertips caressed Wen Qi's jade pillow, he suddenly found something under the pillow. He removed the jade pillow curiously, and what he saw were four pieces of used sheep intestines.

He was a male shark who warmed Qi for twelve days. During this period, he would take away the intestines every day. He only forgot one day, which was the day when the bed collapsed.

He remembered that he used four pieces of sheep intestines that day, and the sheep intestines in front of him were also four pieces, no more, no less.

He couldn't help sighing: When will Wen Qi stop being pleased with me?

Is Wen Qi coming back soon?

He was about to put the jade pillow back to its original position when he heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

——It's Wen Qi.

He looked up, and Wen Qi immediately caught his eyes.

Wen Qi became even thinner, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and he was wearing a tea-white shirt, which was not remade from his regular uniform.

"Wen Qi pays homage to Your Majesty." Wen Qi suddenly saw Cong Ji standing in front of the bed. He was pleasantly surprised at first, and then embarrassed - Cong Ji must have discovered the four pieces of intestines, but after thinking about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it No way, he was a disgusting person who coveted Cong Ji and forced Cong Ji during the reproductive period, so what if he hid the four pieces of intestines used by Cong Ji?

Thinking of this, he walked five steps towards Cong Ji, and looked down, his jade pillow was indeed taken away by Cong Ji, exposing the four intestines.

He pretended to be indifferent and said: "This is something I use to comfort myself. If Your Majesty feels offended, just ask someone to throw it away."

"I didn't feel offended, but Wen Qi..." Cong Jiyu said earnestly, "You shouldn't be indulging in lust, but you should work hard and show your talents in your official career."

Wen Qi said obediently: "Your Majesty taught me that Wen Qi knew he was wrong."

Wen Qi's attitude is lukewarm, just like treating strangers.

Cong Ji's heart ached and he remained silent.

Wen Qi walked to Cong Ji's side, picked up four pieces of intestines, licked them, and said maliciously: "Your Majesty came here to educate Wen Qi? It's a pity that Wen Qi is hopelessly hopeless."

Cong Ji was stunned, and frowned: "Why do you despise yourself?"

"Wen Qi shouldn't be self-deprecating, Wen Qi knows he's wrong." Wen Qi hid four pieces of sheep intestines in his sleeve, and said with a smile, "If your Majesty has nothing else to do, Wen Qi will not leave His Majesty behind." .”

Cong Jifa asked, "Where did your clothes come from?"

Wen Qi replied: "I asked my servants to buy it from the people, and it is not as good as your majesty's regular clothes."

Cong Ji said disappointedly: "I never said that you are not allowed to wear my regular clothes."

Wen Qi said as a matter of course: "Your Majesty has no intention of Wen Qi, and Wen Qi should not defile His Majesty's regular clothes anymore."

Cong Ji was even more disappointed: "It can't be considered defiled."

"It's pollution." Wen Qi stared at Cong Ji with burning eyes, and said in a self-defeating manner, "I have soiled my regular clothes many times, and it was a mess."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "Wen Qi respectfully sees off His Majesty."

For the past two days, he has been looking forward to Cong Ji coming to see him, but now he wants to drive Cong Ji away.

Cong Ji was at a loss for words, and said after a long while: "Wen Qi, you have won Huiyuan."

From the time he was sensible, Wen Qi hoped that his health would get better, that he could take part in the imperial examination, and shine on his family.

Now, he has won two yuan in a row, which was once his dream, but there is not much fluctuation in his heart.

Cong Ji once promised him that if he could win the Hui Yuan, Cong Ji would not be drafted, but this promise has lost its meaning.

Cong Ji had clearly rejected his courtship many times, no matter how brazenly he proposed to Cong Ji, Cong Ji would not agree, it was tantamount to humiliating himself.

Since he can't get into Cong Ji's eyes, he can't be Cong Ji's pet, whether Cong Ji is drafted or not has nothing to do with him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for coming to inform Wen Qi about this." He bowed to Cong Ji, "Wen Qi sends you off to Your Majesty."

Cong Ji warned: "The imperial examination will be in half a month, so prepare well."

"Wen Qi wrote it down, and Wen Qi respectfully sent it off to His Majesty." Wen Qi didn't straighten up until Cong Ji's footsteps disappeared from his ears.

The next day, Wen Qi asked the servant to return the uniform to Cong Ji, and attached a note: Wen Qi did not dare to damage your majesty's belongings, and returned them all today. If your majesty feels sick, just burn them.

Cong Ji smoothed out all the regular clothes and put them into the top chest.

Four days later, Cong Ji received the battle report that the Southern Jin Dynasty had lost a city, Zhou Yun stood still, and Duan Ruizhi was forced to retreat to Jiayu City.

Duan Ruizhi is alone, and the reinforcements he sent have not yet arrived, so it is not easy to lose only one city.

Another four days later, Cong Ji received the battle report again. Zhou Chu failed to attack Jiayu City, and the reinforcements had arrived.

Another two days, the fifteenth day of the third lunar month, when it was almost time to pass, Cong Ji's bloodthirsty desire had already welled up in his heart.

He immediately took out the regular clothes worn by Wen Qi from the top box, hugged them in his arms, and got on the bed.

He sniffed the clothes lightly, but because the clothes had been washed, there was almost no scent of warmth remaining on them.

"Wen Qi, I miss you very much." Cong Ji kissed Chang Fu, imagining Wen Qi in his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted.

The strange thing is that just kissing the uniform, his bloodthirsty desire subsided a little bit.

After a stick of incense, he even fell asleep, and it was dawn when he woke up.

Above the court, bloodthirsty desires tried to erode his mind from time to time. He fought hard, but finally couldn't help but kill a courtier who proposed to negotiate peace with Zhou Chu.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the corpse fell to the ground. He said disdainfully, "If you are greedy for life, you are afraid of death. Death is not a pity."

The Southern Jin Dynasty was indeed not Zhou Chu's opponent, but it was far from the time when it was necessary to negotiate a peace.

Moreover, Zhou Chu's supplies have always been insufficient, if he fails to taste the sweetness in a short time, he will definitely retreat.

He glanced at the corpse, and then returned to the throne.

He had never killed anyone in the court before, and if he was not fifteen today, he probably would not kill anyone, he would only dismiss him.

But as he said just now, this person's death is not a pity, and he does not regret killing someone.

Seeing this, the rest of the courtiers who had the idea of ​​negotiating peace dared to speak again, and all of them were silent.

Cong Ji looked at the lowered heads of the ministers, and said with a smile: "Who else wants to fuel Zhou Chu's arrogance and destroy our army's prestige?"

No one dared to speak out.

Because of killing one person, the bloodthirsty desire took the opportunity to stir up.

After the morning court, Cong Ji locked himself in the Sizheng Hall, not even having lunch or dinner.

He thought that he would lose control of himself, break open the palace door, go straight to the prison, kill himself, or mutilate himself, so as to reduce his bloodthirsty desire.

Unexpectedly, despite the unbearable pain, as if he was being eaten by thousands of ants, he did not lose his mind and survived the fifteenth day of March smoothly.

Since the onset of bloodthirsty desire, the past March [-]th was the only time he had killed only one person without the company of Wen Qi.

What is the reason for this?

Is it the effect of the regular clothes worn by Wen Qi?

Wen Qi...