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

Cong Ji destroyed the mountain of corpses with his hands, stepped on the sea of ​​blood, and finally led his army into Jiuque.

Then, in public, he raised his sword and chopped off the heads of Concubine Shu and her son Cong Xiao, without even giving them a chance to beg for mercy.

The two heads rolled away one after another, both of them were dead.

The blood sprayed from the cavity stained his clothes, the clothes on the left and right were already covered in blood, and it would not hurt to add some scarlet.

Concubine Shu once forced Luzhu'er to marry Zhang's eldest son, which caused Luzhu'er's appearance to be ruined and lost his mind. Cong Xiao once pushed him into a river covered with a thin layer of ice in the mid-winter of the twelfth lunar month, and pressed him hard. Capping the back of his head, preventing him from surfacing, almost killed him. Fortunately, he was healthy and did not suffer from the root cause of the disease, but after this incident, he changed from being good at water to fearing water.

In addition, Concubine Shu and Cong Xiao also did many evil things, not to mention.

As far as he is concerned, the death of the mother and son is not a pity.

He is not afraid at all of taking the responsibility of killing his concubine's mother, killing his own brother's reputation, being spurned by the world, so what if he is despised by future generations?

It was a time of dog days and the sun was shining brightly. The blood flowing on the ground soon dried up, like long worms with strange shapes.

"Bury them." He was used to seeing corpses, but he still felt disgusted by the two corpses in front of him, and he didn't want to take another look at them.

Two days later, he went out of the palace to pick up Cong Lu.

Cong Lu's condition is not good. Seeing him, she foolishly called him: "Brother, brother, brother..."

He sniffed his arm to make sure it wasn't stained with the slightest smell of blood, and then he reached out and hugged Cong Lu, and said softly, "Lu Zhuer, my brother will ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor in a few days. Go back to the palace."

"Ascension to the throne and proclaim the emperor?" Cong Lu tilted her head, looking at Cong Ji in a daze.

Cong Ji patiently said: "Father is the emperor, and after my brother ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor, my brother will also be the emperor. As the emperor, my brother will be able to protect Luzhuer well, and my brother will never allow the wicked to harm Luzhuer again."

But Cong Lu said as if he had never heard of it: "Brother, don't be afraid, I will protect my brother well, and I will never allow others to covet my brother again."

Obviously, Lu Zhu'er witnessed the situation where she was almost raped by the guard, and Lu Zhu'er should have also witnessed the situation where she personally killed the guard, but fortunately, Lu Zhu'er was not afraid of herself because of this.

Cong Ji let go of Lu Zhu'er, took Lu Zhu'er's hand instead, and said with a smile, "Let's go back to the palace."

Cong Lu nodded and repeated: "Let's go back to the palace."

The blood adhering to the ground has been cleaned up, and the smell of blood in the air has also dissipated.

Countless people did not seem to have died yesterday, but Cong Ji could smell howling.

Three days later, Cong Ji, dressed in a uniform and a crown on his head, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, overlooking all living beings from a height.

After the death of the first emperor, the throne that had been vacant for a whole month finally came to belong.

At the beginning of Cong Ji's ascension to the throne, people's livelihood was in decline; after Cong Ji's ascension for a year, the situation has improved, but it is far from being prosperous and peaceful.

It was night, he turned on the lamp to review the memorial, and accidentally fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was not in the Sizheng Palace, but in a big mansion.

This mansion is far inferior to Jiuque, and the reason why it is called a mansion is that it is very spacious compared with the houses that ordinary people live in.

He walked around the house, and all the servants called him "Eldest Young Master".

The plaque at the door has the word "Qifu" written on it.

For some reason, he is no longer the new emperor Cong Ji, but has become the young master of this mansion.

Could it be that this is the rumored "seize the house"?

But why did he take away the home of the eldest young master?

He was worried about the unfinished memorial and Cong Lu, and he paced the courtyard worriedly.

Suddenly, he heard a slightly immature voice say: "Mother, don't worry about your son, he will take good care of you."

The voice came from the neighbor's house. He was not very curious, but he climbed up the wall by accident, and looked at the neighbor's house.

The person who came into view was a young man crooked on the soft couch. The young man was in the age of dancing spoons. He should be suffering from serious illness. He was delicate but pale.

He took a closer look, and the boy's feet seemed to have no strength at all.

The young man also noticed him, raised his head, looked at him, and then smiled at him.

The boy's eyes are as bright as stars, but the boy's smile is weak.

Afterwards, the boy lowered his head again, looking at a book intently.

This young man must know the original body.

He jumped down from the wall involuntarily, stood still, and walked towards the boy.

The boy raised his head again, revealing his beautiful Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple squirmed, the young man was slightly startled, and softly called: "Brother Chu."

This young man really knows the original body, but his attitude is unfamiliar, eight out of ten he is not familiar with the original body.

When he got closer, he realized that the book the boy was reading was not the Four Books and Five Classics, but a popular vernacular in the market.

The young man was clever, and when he noticed the other party's gaze, he explained: "Brother Chu should know that I am not good at what I do? I can't take the imperial examination, and it's useless to read too many sage books. Why don't you use words to pass the time."

The boy's eyelashes grew extremely long, and due to the sunlight, heavy shadows fell on his face.

Cong Ji sighed and said, "Why are you bad at it?"

The boy said without any grievances: "After hearing the sad news of my father's death in battle, my mother was frightened and gave birth prematurely, which made me congenitally deficient."

The young man did not reveal a trace of inferiority in his words, but was optimistic.

Cong Ji looked at the young man and encouraged him, "You will definitely get better."

The boy echoed: "Well, I will definitely get better."

Before the words fell to the ground, he said clearly: "Brother Chu doesn't remember my name anymore?"

Cong Ji apologized to the boy, "I'm sorry."

The young man is not a stingy person, he didn't care about his elder brother, he opened his lips and said: "I am called Wen Qi."

The young man was afraid that his elder brother would not know how to write the word "Wen Qi", so he grabbed his elder brother's wrist and carefully wrote stroke by stroke on his palm.

Even if he didn't write on the rice paper with ink dipped in wolf hair, Cong Ji could still see that the young man's words flowed like clouds and water, and he must have worked hard.

"Wen Qi." He called the young man's name, and the young man called Wen Qi smiled immediately: "Except for A Niang, no one has called my name for many years."

"You have no friends?" he asked.

Wen Qi smiled wryly and said, "Since I was born, I have been lingering on the sick bed, how can I make friends?"

This Wen Qi is bad at work, trapped at home, unable to go out, and has no friends, so naturally no one will call his name.

Cong Ji's heart had clearly become cold and hard due to various ordeals, but at this moment, he felt sympathy for this young man whom he met for the first time.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this, so he didn't restrain his sympathy, and promised Wen Qi: "If you want, I... I will call your name every day until you get tired of it."

——Until I become Cong Ji again.

Wen Qi was stunned: "Why did Brother Qu do this?"

Cong Ji asked without answering, "Why can't I do this?"

While the two of them were talking, the originally clear blue sky suddenly became cloudy, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi and said, "Can I help you into the room?"

Wen Qi said obediently: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome." He helped Wen Qi up, and then deeply felt how weak Wen Qi's feet were, which were only better than those of the paralytic.

Wen Qi's bedroom is neither cramped nor spacious, and it is very clean.

He helped Wen Qi onto the bed and covered Wen Qi with a thin quilt.

It was early autumn, and the weather had not yet turned cold, but Wen Qi's body was not good, so he must be cold.

Wen Qi joked: "Brother Qu is too gentle and considerate. I wonder which girl is lucky to marry Brother Qu as his wife?"

Cong Ji is a veritable tyrant. It has been a long time since someone described him as "gentle and considerate". The courtiers regard him as a jackal, and the people add fuel to his deeds to stop children from crying at night.

As for the matter of marriage, he never thought about it.

He is full of bloodthirsty desires and should not implicate innocent women.

Because he couldn't disclose the matter to Wen Qi, he just laughed and said nothing.

Wen Qi looked forward and said: "Brother Qu looks like Pan'an, and the children in the future, regardless of gender, must be outstanding."

Cong Ji knew that he would never have any heirs, so he changed his words immediately: "How about I buy some words for you someday?"

The words that I saw were all old, the corners were curled up, and some of them were even yellowed, obviously read by Wen Qi countless times.

Wen Qi refused, "No need."

Cong Ji ignored Wen Qi's refusal, got up together the next day, and went to the street to collect scripts.

He hadn't been out of the palace for many days, and the lively scene in front of him was long gone.

After collecting some scripts, he held the scripts and knocked on the door of Wen Mansion. The person who opened the door was Mother Wen. Mother Wen held a needle and thread in her hand and smiled at him, "What's the matter, Mr. Su?"

He replied, "I've come to see Wen Qi."

Mother Wen made way out immediately, her joy was beyond words: "Qi'er is in the room."

Qi'er didn't have any playmates of similar age, and she couldn't go out because of bad behavior, so it was the first time that anyone came to see Qi'er.

Moreover, Mr. Qu lives next to them, and she knows the basics, so she doesn't have to be afraid that Mr. Qu will deceive and hurt Qi'er.

Cong Ji thanked Wen's mother, walked straight to Wen Qi's bedroom, walked to the door, freeed his left hand, knocked on the door, and imitated Wen's mother calling: "Qi'er, it's me."

After a while, he heard Wen Qi say, "Brother Chu, come in."

He pushed open the door and saw that Wen Qi was reading the script again, so he piled up the scripts he collected by Wen Qi's hand.

Wen Qi was surprised, happy and embarrassed, and said: "Brother Qu has spent a lot of money. After I read it, I will return all the scripts to Brother Qu."

Cong Ji waved his hand and said, "You don't have to return the script to me, if I want to read the script, I will ask you for it."

"Thank you, Brother Chu." Wen Qixin took a book of stories in his hand and couldn't put it down.

Cong Ji also took a book of stories and read them with Wen Qi.

Four days later, when Cong Ji opened his eyes, he saw the unfolded memorial.

From the content of the memorial, it can be known that he just slept.

And the young man called Wen Qi is just the man in his dream, and he can't be real.

Fortunately, it was a dream, otherwise what should the Southern Jin Dynasty do?What should Luzhuer do?

Another half a month later, he saw Wen Qi again, and he was reading the script with Wen Qi.

For a moment, he couldn't tell what was reality and what was a dream.

This time, he spent a full three years in the dream. Because he changed his body, his bloodthirsty desire never broke out. Remembering how he killed himself, there is one thing that is very strange - as long as Wen Qi is by his side, he feels that he has never been contaminated by human life.

Wen Qi drew a little longer, but it was still not good for walking.

Every sunny day, he would help Wen Qi to go for a walk outside.

One day, a matchmaker came to Wen's mansion to say goodbye, and said bluntly: "Mrs. Wen, Miss Xiao is lame, and she is a good match for your son. If Miss Xiao can get married with your son, there will be a support for both of you."

Cong Ji was reading the storybook with Wen Qi, and when he heard the words, he was suddenly displeased, and immediately raised his eyes to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi ignored it and looked at the story book intently.

When she was young, Mother Wen pushed the door open, told Miss Xiao's situation in detail, and then asked, "What do you think of Qi'er?"

Wen Qi shook his head and said, "I am a paralytic, Miss Xiao is only a cripple, and she is not suitable for me."

Mother Wen's face darkened: "Qi'er is not paralyzed, as a mother, Qi'er is not allowed to say that about herself."

"Aniang, I know I was wrong." Wen Qi lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "But I don't want to delay Miss Xiao."

Mother Wen did not force Wen Qi: "Aniang has rejected this marriage."

Cong Ji breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and after Wen's mother went out, he stared at Wen Qi and said, "My Qi'er will get better."

Wen Qi blushed instantly, and denied, "I'm not your Qi'er."

Cong Ji didn't know why he said this, but only knew that Wen Qi in front of him was pitiful and cute.

Therefore, he followed his heart, pointed to Wen Qi's forehead and said, "Qi'er, can I kiss your forehead?"

Wen Qi was stunned, and after a while, he closed his eyes.

Cong Ji lowered his head and kissed Wen Qi's smooth forehead.

He had never kissed anyone on the forehead before.

Wen Qi put down the scripture in his hand, and subconsciously hugged Brother Qu's waist.

Cong Ji couldn't help but whispered in Wen Qi's ear: "Qi'er, can I kiss your lips?"

Wen Qi didn't open his eyes, nor refused.

So Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's lips again.

He had never kissed anyone's lips before, but Wen Qi's lips were so soft that he couldn't forget to linger on them.

After a while, he raised his head, and suddenly heard Wen Qi asking: "Brother Qu has broken sleeves?"

He never thought about whether he had broken sleeves. When asked by Wen Qi, he thought about it and replied, "I should be broken sleeves."

Otherwise, why would he want to kiss Wen Qi?

Wen Qi lowered his eyes and said, "Me too."

After this kiss, the relationship between Cong Ji and Wen Qi became ambiguous. They would still read scripts together and occasionally kiss.

One day, when Cong Ji went to the street to buy a storybook, he saw a person sitting on a chair that could be pushed. After asking, he knew that it was a "four-wheeled cart".

He wanted to buy a four-wheeled cart as a gift for Wen Qi, and asked all the local carpenters, but no one knew how to make a four-wheeled cart.

So, he decided to make the quadricycle himself.

He bought some wood, and while recalling the style of the four-wheeled cart, he tried to make a four-wheeled cart.

Five days later, he barely made a rough prototype, which was still far from being formed.

Making a four-wheeler was not easy, and his hands were injured countless times.

Yuan Chen's hand was too delicate, if it was his own hand, covered with sword calluses, how could it be so easy to get hurt?

In order not to be spotted by Wen Qi, he seldom shows up in front of Wen Qi.

After another seven days, the four-wheeled vehicle was finally completed.

He pushed the four-wheeled cart to meet Wen Qi, opened the door, and left the four-wheeled cart outside on purpose.

Unexpectedly, he saw Wen Qi's eyes turn red.

"Prayer." He walked quickly to Wen Qi's bed, and then embraced Wen Qi in his arms.

"I..." Wen Qi sniffed, "Brother Qu hasn't shown up for five days. I thought Brother Qu hated me and would never come to see me again."

For him, Brother Qu is a ray of light that shines into his lonely life and is indispensable.

Cong Ji caressed Wen Qi's back and said, "I'm sorry."

Wen Qi raised his head, closed his eyes, and said coquettishly, "Brother Chu, kiss me."

Cong Ji covered his lower lip, and as soon as he touched Wen Qi's lips, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, so he followed his instinct and tried to put the tip of his tongue into Wen Qi's lips.

Wen Qi didn't understand what brother Qu wanted to do, but subconsciously let go of his lips and teeth.

Cong Ji broke into Wen Qi's mouth and touched Wen Qi's tongue.

He didn't know how to kiss, and clumsily entangled the tip of Wen Qi's tongue.

Wen Qi also didn't know how to kiss, and responded to his elder brother clumsily.

Just a kiss, both of them breathless.

Wen Qi was out of breath, and for a long time, he grabbed Brother Qu's front with one hand, and asked with shame, "Brother Qu, could it be cloudy and rainy between the broken sleeves?"

Cong Ji answered truthfully: "The broken sleeves can naturally be cloudy and rainy."

Wen Qi seductively said: "Brother Chu, can you talk to me?"

"You're still too young." Cong Ji said solemnly, "When you reach the crown, if you still want to have sex with me, I will agree to you."

"I'm not young anymore. I'm ten and six years old. If I were a woman, I would have reached the age of Ji. Once a woman reaches the age of Ji, she would be able to marry." Wen Qi bit his lips, "Brother Qi thinks that I am a paralyzed person? ?”

Cong Ji said sharply: "I never think you are a paralytic, let alone despise you, and you are not allowed to think that you are a paralytic."

Wen Qi has never seen Brother Qu look like this?Then he hurriedly said, "Brother Chu, don't get angry."

"I'm not angry." Cong Ji's face softened a little, "Qi'er, you're still too young, what should you do if when you grow up, you'll regret having sex with me?"

"Why should I regret it?" Wen Qi blushed, and confessed, "I am more pleased with Brother Qu."

Cong Ji knew that he was also happy with Wen Qi, but he didn't respond, but said: "Once you fall in love with me, you won't be able to turn back."

"Why should I turn back?" Wen Qi made up his mind, raised his hand to untie his clothes, and then his pale and thin chest was exposed/exposed.

"Qi'er, before you reach the crown, I won't make love to you." Cong Ji pressed Wen Qi's hand, and then closed his shirt for Wen Qi.

"Okay." Wen Qi had to compromise, "When I reach the crown, Brother Qu will definitely make love to me."

Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's forehead: "The spring is beautiful today, how about I take you out?"

"Yeah." Wen Qi wrapped his hands around Brother Qu's neck. He thought that Brother Qu was going to carry him to the courtyard to bask in the sun. Unexpectedly, Brother Qu actually carried him out of the bedroom and put him on something. The object is made of wood and shaped like a chair. He seems to have seen this object mentioned in a storybook.

He thought for a moment, then excitedly said: "Is it a four-wheeled vehicle?"

"It's indeed a four-wheeled vehicle." Cong Ji put on a windbreaker for Wen Qi, and put a blanket on Wen Qi's knees, Fang said, "I'll take you out."

"I thought the four-wheeled vehicle was invented by the author. Unexpectedly, there really are four-wheeled vehicles in this world." Wen Qi guessed, "Brother Qu has been haunted these days. Could it be that Brother Qu made the four-wheeled vehicle himself?"

Cong Ji nodded and said, "As long as you like it."

Wen Qi said apologetically: "Thank you, Brother Qu. Brother Qu is obviously making a four-wheeler for me, but I misunderstood that Brother Qu hates me. It really shouldn't be."

"It's not your fault." Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's hair, "Let's go out now."

People were coming and going on the street, Wen Qi pointed to the stall selling shrimp cakes and said, "Brother Chu, I want to eat shrimp cakes."

——In the past, if he wanted to go out, he would ask his elder brother to carry him. If he ate shrimp cakes, the pieces might fall on his elder brother, so he never asked his elder brother to buy shrimp cakes for him. Now, with this With a four-wheeler, he won't stain Brother Qu's clothes.

Cong Ji pushed Wen Qi to the shrimp cake stall, and said loudly, "I want two shrimp cakes."

Not long after, the stall owner wrapped the fried shrimp cakes in oil paper and handed them to the two respectively.

Since he didn't know what Wen Qi was sitting on, he looked at Wen Qi a few more times.

Wen Qi showed off: "This thing is called a 'four-wheeled cart', but brother Qu made it himself and gave it to me."

"This four-wheeled vehicle is really a rare item." The stall owner said in admiration, "This Mr. Chu is really a good crafter."

Cong Ji said humbly: "It's nothing more than mediocrity."

Because of the four-wheeled vehicle, Wen Qi received a lot of attention. He was full of joy while eating shrimp cakes.

After Wen Qi finished eating the prawn cakes, Cong Ji took out a handkerchief, wiped off the grease on Wen Qi's lips, and asked Wen Qi, "What else do you want to eat?"

Wen Qi didn't have much to live on, and he didn't want to let his elder brother spend money, so he shook his head: "I don't want to eat anything."

Cong Ji said clearly: "I have plenty of money, you don't need to save for me."

Wen Qi insisted: "I really don't want to eat anything."

Regardless of Wen Qi's stop, Cong Ji bought donkey meat fire, kidney bean cake, bergamot cake and peach blossom noodles for Wen Qi.

After returning to Wen's mansion, Cong Ji pushed Wen Qi to the table, and laid out the donkey meat, kidney bean cake, bergamot cake and peach blossom noodles one by one, and said softly, "Eat it."

Wen Qi rubbed his cheek against Brother Qu's waist and abdomen: "Brother Qu will eat with me."

Cong Ji sat next to Wen Qi. Since the peach blossom noodles could not be kept for long and the noodles tended to swell, he ate the peach blossom noodles first.

The peach blossom noodles are not made of peach blossoms, but are actually wonton noodles. Because the wonton skins used are thin and have a lot of filling, and the meat filling is red, it looks like peach blossoms blooming around the noodles, so it is called peach blossom noodles.

After he ate one wonton, he took another wonton and brought it to Wen Qi's lips.

Wen Qi opened his mouth, revealing his soft tongue, took the wonton into his mouth, and chewed.

After he basked in the sun, his face was flushed, showing a little charm for no reason.

Cong Ji thought to himself: Is this the face like a peach blossom?

After the two of them had used up all the donkey meat, kidney bean cake, bergamot cake and peach blossom noodles, Wen Qi stared straight at Cong Ji and said, "Can I regard this four-wheeled cart as a token of love from Brother Qu?" ?”

The author has something to say: I was reluctant to part with Your Majesty and Yuyu, so I came up with the idea of ​​writing a parallel world episode. I hope everyone likes the word wheelchair. It feels too modern. The name of the wheeled cart, the following is an excerpt referring to the four-wheeled cart: I saw that the door flag of the Shu soldiers opened, and Guan Xing and Zhang Bao came out from the left and right, and immediately stood on both sides; Under the shadow, there is a four-wheeled cart in the center, and Kong Mingduan is sitting in the car, with a Lun towel, feather fan, plain clothes and soap ribbons, floating out.