Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

The sedan chair was bumped back and forth, and Wen Chi inside the sedan chair was drowsy.

When he arrived at the East Palace, he had already slept intermittently for several times.

Xi Po led him out of the sedan chair. Although he had a red hijab on his head, he could feel that the sky was getting dark at the moment, and the lanterns and candles carried by the people on both sides barely illuminated the way ahead.

The surrounding area is very quiet.

Even Xi Po, who was walking in front, breathed very lightly, as if she was cautiously guarding against something.

After walking for a while and bypassing many obstacles, Wen Chi was finally helped by Xi Po to sit down in front of the bed.

Wen Chi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, wanted to rub his sore legs, and thought that Xi Po hadn't left yet, so he could only endure it forcefully.

He remembered that in the ancient costume TV series he watched before, when the heroine got married, Feng Guanxia wore a phoenix crown, and the xipo introduced the heroine into the new house while talking happy words, but when he came to him, why was the xipo so quiet?

as well as--

What about the prince?

Could this marriage be his one-man show?

Thinking of this, Wen Chi couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

It's best if the prince doesn't come.

Never come here.

Xi Po stood in front of the bed without saying a word, and Wen Chi could only sit by the bed as quietly as a chicken.

After a while.

Xi Po seemed to have figured something out, and said: "It's getting late, the Crown Prince must be too busy to come here, so Mr. Wen should stop waiting and rest earlier."

Happiness comes too fast, like a tornado.

Wen Chi quickly suppressed the upturned corner of his mouth, and responded obediently: "I'm sorry."

After Xi Po led the maids away, Wen Chi was the only one left in the bedroom. He sat and waited for a while, and seeing no one came in, he slowly rubbed off his shoes and lay down lightly. to bed.

what……

comfortable.

Wen Chi closed his eyes and lay down for a while, his thoughts drifted back and forth, and he came to the dowry packaged and sent by the Wen family. The two wooden boxes were left outside, and he didn't know what was inside.

He only hoped that Nanny Chen wouldn't put the five erotic pictures in it too. When he left, he hid the erotic books under the mattress, and Nanny Chen probably couldn't find them.

Thinking about it, he felt sleepy.

Before long, darkness covered all his consciousness.

Wen Chi's sleeping state has always been very good. Before returning home from get off work, he would fall asleep immediately after touching the pillow. As long as there are no natural disasters, man-made disasters or house robberies, he can sleep until dawn without dreaming.

But for some reason, this time he slept very restlessly.

In a daze, it seemed as if there were cold fingers walking on his cheeks, and the chilly touch penetrated from the close skin, penetrating into his sensory nerves like flowing water.

He shivered suddenly and wanted to turn over, but suddenly realized something in the next moment.

He paused, then opened his eyes suddenly——

Two red candles were burning in the bedroom, and the warm yellow light filled the room.

In just an instant, Wen Chi saw clearly the person in front of the bed.

The man was tall, but he was sitting on a wheelchair made of wood. His long black hair was like ink, casually draped over his shoulders. The most striking thing was his face—the right part was full of burn marks , like earthworms winding and circling on the face, also being pitted by candlelight.

At first glance, it is very scary.

Tai, prince? !

Isn't he not coming?

Wen Chi was in no mood to see how the prince's left face looked, his body was stiff, he gasped in fright, and almost passed out.

Fortunately he held on.

However, in the next second, he desperately discovered that the icy touch in the dream was not an illusion, but a hand that really moved across his face.

It is the hand of the prince.

At this moment, Shi Ye's hand pinched his chin with great force, and the pain caused his tears to burst out instantly.

Shi Ye squinted his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and swept his cool eyes across his face. Suddenly, he lifted one corner of his mouth and laughed to himself: "Another ugly thing that wants to step on me to climb up."

Wen Chi: "..."

Wait, taunting is sarcasm, why is there a personal attack?

Because the red mole between his eyebrows is not big, do you call him ugly?Don't take moles like this to pick people, brother.

But this is not the point.

"I'm not, I'm not, I've been wronged!" Wen Chi burst into tears crying, "His Royal Highness, I swear I don't have such great ambitions, I just want to eat and die!"

Hearing this, Shi Ye fell silent suddenly, and his original ferocious expression twitched a few times visible to the naked eye.

After a long while, Shi Ye twitched the corner of his mouth: "A worthless ugly thing."

Wen Chi cried even harder.

Why are you still attacking him personally?

But soon, Wen Chi couldn't cry anymore.

Because the prince let go of his chin, the hand continued to go downstream, and finally it slowly grabbed his neck.

"..." Wen Chi's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Prince, please forgive me..."

As soon as the words fell, Shi Ye increased his strength a little.

Wen Chi, who was pinched by fate's throat, fell silent for a moment.

Shi Ye's fingers were long and cold, and they just wrapped around Wen Chi's slender neck, as if he could easily remove Wen Chi's head with just a little force.

Wen Chi didn't dare to resist, he didn't even dare to take a breath, he looked at Shi Ye with red eyes.

The breath of death descended from the sky, enveloping him tightly.

However, Shi Ye became interested, and slowly approached Wen Chi with the face covered with burn marks. There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile was not in a hurry, and he couldn't see anything in the dark eyes, which was barren.

"Who taught you to use this trick?" Shi Ye said with a laughing voice, his face was disfigured, but his voice was surprisingly nice.

Wen Chi shrunk his shoulders, shivering, pitiful, weak, and helpless.

He naturally knows what Shi Ye is talking about, maybe others don't, but he, who has read the novel three times, knows it clearly.

Regardless of Shi Ye's eccentric temperament, he has a strange habit - that is, he doesn't like to kill timid people, especially crying bags who are so scared that their legs are weak.

He was like a cat, treating those people as mice, slowly playing with and torturing them until finally, the mice lost their lives.

Although this process was a bit cruel, at least he saved his life in the early stage.

Wen Chi used some cleverness on this.

Unexpectedly, Shi Ye saw through it at a glance.

"Pretending to be smart." Shi Ye snorted coldly, and suddenly tightened his grip on Wen Chi's neck. He lowered his eyes coldly, looking at Wen Chi's pale face calmly, like a high-ranking god, "You think I dare not kill you?"

A strong sense of suffocation climbed to Wen Chi's forehead in an instant, and large drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Although he had known for a long time that this tyrant was not easy to deal with, he still underestimated the bloodiness of the tyrant.

I'm afraid he will be here tonight.

Wen Chi quickly made mental preparations, so he continued to lie down, with no intention of resisting at all.

He even closed his eyes peacefully.

However, after waiting for a long time, he did not experience the severe pain he imagined.

Wen Chi quietly opened his eyes a little, unexpectedly saw Shi Yesen's cold and gloomy face, the smile that was still hanging on his face just now disappeared at some point, his pair of phoenix eyes are like an iceberg , staring straight and coldly at Wen Chi.

The hairs all over Wen Chi's body stood on end.

Unexpectedly, Shi Ye suddenly laughed again, and the corner of his mouth twitched the burn mark on his right cheek, instantly changing from a high god to a devil crawling up from hell.

Then, Shi Ye actually let go.

"Not even afraid of death?" Shi Ye said, "Then I won't let you do what you want."

Wen Chi: "..." You are not childish.

Although he was very depressed in his heart, Wen Chi was lucky enough to survive. On the surface, he still had to be respectful. Rainbow opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, Prince, for your life. From now on, I, Wen Liang, belong to the prince in life, and belong to the prince in death, and belong to the prince for the rest of my life.”

Shi Ye said, "Wen Liang."

Wen Chi was free, and hurriedly got up from the bed: "What orders does the prince have?"

Shi Ye remained silent, looking at Wen Chi with unpredictable eyes.

Wen Chi lowered his head, he felt that the top of his head was going to be bald by the crown prince, and he didn't think of it as a programmer in modern times, but in ancient times, he paid homage to the hairstyle of programmers.

Fortunately, after a while, Shi Ye let him go.

"What a gentle man, you'd better remember what you said tonight."

After finishing speaking, Shi Ye raised his hand and waved it casually in mid-air.

It was only then that Wen Chi realized that there was a beautiful maid standing in the shadow of the corner of the bedroom. The maid walked over expressionlessly, without even hearing the sound of footsteps, and then pushed Shi Ye's wheelchair out.

Wen Chi watched Shi Ye and the servant girl leave, and after their figures disappeared outside the door, he quickly got out of bed and ran to close the door.

He sat in front of the bronze mirror, only to see several clear fingerprints on his fair neck.

He touched his neck in a daze, feeling a little pain, and belatedly felt that he was covered in cold sweat from being frightened.

The next day.

Nanny Li, who was in charge of the palace, brought two court ladies and a young eunuch to be used by Wen Chi.

Wen Chi lives in the Zhudi Residence in the East Palace. Unfortunately, apart from the nice name, there are no other advantages that can be praised - the Zhudi Residence is small in size, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, plus a small courtyard. Bailaiping, the decoration is outdated, and there is a large bamboo forest behind it, it looks strange.

But it's not bad.

At least there is a small kitchen, served by court ladies and eunuchs.

Wen Chi, who had just complained a bit in the morning, turned his head and was satisfied.

The two court ladies were named Ruofang and Ruotao respectively. Seeing that they were only fourteen or fifteen years old, they clenched their fingers and buried their heads timidly, not daring to look Wen Chi directly.

The little eunuch next to him was called Ping An, who looked a little older and a little bolder, circling Wenchi like a little bee, chirping all the flattering words.

Wen Chi got a bit of a headache from being read by Ping An, and sent him and Ruofang Ruotao to other places, and then went back to bed to lie down.

Not long after lying down, Ping An flew over in a hurry.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen." Ping An shouted, "There is another person in the East Palace."

Wen Chi didn't move, he didn't even open his eyes: "Isn't it normal that there is a lot of turnover in the palace?"

Ping An couldn't understand what Wen Chi was saying, he scratched his head, knelt down in front of the bed cautiously, and poured out the information he had just inquired: "I heard that the second son of the Taifu's family and the Hussars came in today. The fifth girl of the general's family."

Wen Chi opened his eyes curiously: "What are they doing in the East Palace?"

"Of course it's the same as Mr. Wen." Ping An whispered, "Married to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Wen Chi: "..."

He had only heard of installment repayment, and this was the first time he had seen marriage in installments.

The author has something to say: Different ages have different titles. I checked the information for a long time, but I am still a little confused.

So call these as private settings, call them "son" and "madame", okay?