Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

After dawdling until the afternoon, a group of people boarded the carriage back to the palace.

As expected, the snow outside had stopped, without the cover of the snow curtain, Wen Chi's vision suddenly became much clearer, and the gloomy sky in the past also revealed layers of light, a ray of warm sunlight broke through the thick clouds , slanted and sprinkled on the ground covered with thick snow.

The carriage was driving on the snow, and the wheels rolled over the snow, making a creaking sound.

Wen Chi still felt a little uncomfortable, curled up in the bedding like an eggplant beaten by frost, the carriage shook a little, and he fell into a drowsiness.

As if he had slept for a long time, Wen Chi vaguely felt that someone reached out to grab his head, so he leaned over and leaned against a warm chest.

The tip of the nose lingers with a familiar light fragrance.

I don't know if it was because of the scent that was almost imprinted in my heart, Wen Chi's pain was relieved a lot. He found a comfortable position in Shi Ye's arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The carriage moved forward slowly like this.

When the group of them entered the capital, the sky was already getting dark, and wisps of golden light gradually entered the horizon.

Although it was night, the streets of the capital city were just getting lively, with lights and festoons adorned, and the peddlers on the street began to shout with all their might.

There were three carriages before and after them, and a plainly dressed coachman sat outside each carriage. With the orders of His Royal Highness, the coachmen did not dare to reveal their identities easily, and they could be as low-key as they could along the way.

Even so, when the three carriages drove into a short alley one after another, a black shadow suddenly flashed out, stumbling into the driver's sight from the darkness at the side.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow stopped in front of the first carriage.

The driver of the first carriage turned pale with fright at the sudden situation, and hastily clutched the reins.

"Bold! Who is it?" The coachman thought of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Young Master Wen in the carriage behind, and suddenly cold sweat covered his whole face. He yelled at the black shadow, "Are you dying? If you are sensible, give it to me quickly." I get out of the way!"

It's a pity that not only was the black shadow not retreated by the driver's stern tone, but he took a few steps forward tentatively.

Seeing that the man ignored his words, the coachman became angry, pointed at the man, and said angrily, "Stop!"

The man seemed to have just understood what the coachman said, and immediately stopped in fright.

"Forgive me, my lord. I, I'm here to find someone." The voice of the visitor was crisp and clear, with a unique youthful air, but because of fear, his voice was also trembling very violently, "I'm looking for my brother."

Hearing this, the coachman frowned.

He doesn't care whether this person is telling the truth or lies. At this moment, he just wants to get rid of this person quickly. If there is a delay and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the carriage behind blames him, I'm afraid he has a hundred lives. Lost.

"We don't have your brother here, so if you want to find it, look elsewhere!" The coachman waved his hand and said impatiently, "Good dogs don't get in the way, get out of the way!"

"grown ups……"

The driver forcefully interrupted the man's pleading: "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing that the coachman was so difficult to speak, the man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly mustered up the courage to take two steps forward.

Looking at the lanterns on both sides of the alley, the coachman finally saw the person's face clearly—Ganqing was a young man of about ten years old, handsome and handsome, with a pair of tearful peach blossom eyes.

The coachman froze for a moment, his eyes fell on the very conspicuous red mole on the center of the young man's brow, feeling depressed.

The visitor was a young man with a red mole.

Originally, the coachman was holding back his anger, but when he saw the red mole, most of it disappeared immediately. He is a big man and he can't care too much about other young people.

Thinking about it this way, the coachman took a deep breath, and planned to let someone go away in a friendly manner, but before he could say anything, he saw the man shouting at the top of his throat.

"Wen Chi, I know you are in the carriage. I have something to tell you face to face. Can you come down and meet me?" Wen Liang learned of Wen Chi's whereabouts from his mother, but he didn't know which car Wen Chi was in. In the carriage, he staggered forward, shouting at the top of his voice, "Wen Chi, come down, why have you been avoiding us? Even if my mother is not your biological mother, she and my father accepted it." You, raised you, is this how you treat their Yang En?"

Wen Liang's mood was very complicated. He envied Wen Chi for being favored and protected by His Highness the Crown Prince, but also resented Wen Chi's complete disregard of the Wen family's kindness and support for him. .

If he had known that Wen Chi was such a ruthless person...

Then he would definitely not let his father send Wen Chi to the East Palace. In this way, not only did it not bring any benefits to Wen Liang, but it also fueled Wen Chi's arrogance.

The incidents that happened during this period of time emerged in Wen Liang's mind, the court was in turmoil, the Wen family was implicated, and the fourth prince's party members almost regarded Wen Liang as a target...

Thinking of these, Wen Liang felt more and more suffocated, as if a net fell from the sky and enveloped him.

It's all Wen Chi's fault.

It's all the fault of that white-eyed wolf in Wen Chi!

"Wen Chi!" Wen Liang finally tore off the paper shell of camouflage in his heart, he looked up at the window of the nearest carriage, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, and shouted, "Wen Chi, come down, if it weren't for you, How could our Wen family be implicated? Father couldn't afford to get sick because of those things, but you hide under the wings of His Royal Highness and live a peaceful life, do you still have a conscience?"

Wen Liang became more and more excited, but it frightened the three onlookers.

The three coachmen were all terrified, and they were about to get out of the car to stop Wen Liang's noisy mouth, but they saw a beautiful figure flying out of the rearmost carriage. It landed in front of Wen Liang like a light swallow.

Wen Liang's voice hadn't finished yet, when a small hand grabbed her neck tightly.

"Cough, cough..." Wen Liang was speechless for a moment, and could only cough in pain.

Wen Chi stared at the face of the beautiful woman in front of him with a horrified expression, feeling the woman's hand pinching his neck slowly lifted up, and his instinct to survive made him struggle desperately.

Fortunately, the woman didn't seem to have any intention of letting him die, and after a while, she slowly put him on the ground, but the hand holding his neck didn't move away.

The woman's eyes were cold, and she scratched her gentle face like a knife: "Who are you?"

Wen Liang knew that the woman in front of him was unpredictable in martial arts, and killing him was as easy as crushing an ant. He didn't dare to lie, and answered with pain and difficulty: "My father is... it's Wen Changqing, the former servant of the Ministry of Rites, and I'm Wen Liang, the eldest son of Wen. , I... I came to find my younger brother Wen Chi."

After listening to Wen Liang's words, the woman twitched the corner of her mouth and let out a disdainful chuckle: "The former Minister of Rites? These are all old calendars, you really have the face to say it."

"I..." Wen Liang was stunned suddenly, and an emotion called shame suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, entangled his body like a vine, "I..."

He gentled me for a long time, but he didn't utter a single word. Instead, emotions such as shame and anger were intertwined on his face, so that his expression was quite wonderful.

The woman looked at Wen Chi with cold eyes, she didn't speak anymore, but turned her head to look at the carriage in the middle.

The next moment, a tall but rather thin figure stepped out of the carriage.

Shi Ye was wearing a black fur coat, and his long black hair was tied up casually. He walked slowly to Wen Liang, and looked at Wen Liang lightly with a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.

Shi Ye said, "Ruotao."

The woman replied: "Yes."

Shi Ye calmly ordered: "You go back to the carriage first."

Ruotao replied yes again, then let go of the hand that was pinching Wen Liang's neck, tiptoed on the spot, and flew back to the last carriage.

The feeling of suffocation wrapped around Wen Liang like a poisonous snake suddenly disappeared, and he immediately arched his waist in pain, covering his neck with his hands, panting heavily with his face flushed.

After he managed to recover, he realized that the man in black fur had been standing quietly in front of him, eyes with eyes that couldn't see clearly fell on him.

The fear that had just receded crept back into my heart silently.

In fact, Wen Liang didn't know Shi Ye's appearance. Although he had a verbal engagement with Shi Ye, the number of times he met Shi Ye was very small, and every time he met, he watched from afar—and at that time He didn't care about Shi Ye's appearance, he almost put all his thoughts on the fourth prince Shi Jin.

But at this moment, Wen Liang realized something in an instant - the man standing in front of him was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Shi Ye.

Shi Ye was extremely tall, they were so close, Wen Liang needed to raise his head to see Shi Ye's face.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Liang saw Shi Ye's expressionless face.

Although that face was as cold as ice, it was extremely beautiful. The phoenix eyes, high nose, and thin lips were all well-proportioned, and the whole face blended together perfectly, making it difficult for people to look away at a glance...

Wen Liang has seen all kinds of handsome men since he was a child. He thought that the fourth prince, Shi Jin, was the most handsome man in the entire Dafeng Kingdom, but now that he met Shi Ye, he suddenly didn't even remember what Shi Jin looked like. .

original……

It turns out that His Royal Highness looks like this...

It turns out that His Highness the Crown Prince is so beautiful...

Wen Liang even forgot that His Royal Highness was disfigured and disabled. He stared blankly at His Royal Highness for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly said in horror: "Your Majesty, Your Highness! The villain sees Your Highness."

Shi Ye's cold expression didn't have any ups and downs. He looked down at Wen Liang, as if he was looking at an inanimate object, and he opened his lips and said, "Are you Wen Liang?"

"It's the villain." It took Wen Haohao a long time to recover his voice. He thought of his unreasonable behavior just now, and broke out in a cold sweat for a moment. He stumbled and explained, "His Royal Highness, the villain is here to look for you." The villain's younger brother, the villain just wanted to find someone, so he had no choice but to behave inappropriately, and I hope His Royal Highness will forgive the villain for the sake of the villain's innocence and brother."