Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Ping An had just finished pulling the weeds, he was panting from exhaustion, his face and neck were covered with sweat, and with a forced smile on his face, he said to Wen Chi quite thankfully: "Your servant has completed Mr. Wen's orders. .”

Wen Chi was stunned for a moment before he said, "What order?"

"Didn't Mr. Wen order the servants to pull out all the weeds in the courtyard a few days ago?" Ping An said happily, "The servants have already pulled them out. Do you want to check, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Chi waved his hand perfunctorily: "No, it'll be fine once it's done."

After speaking, Wen Chi opened his legs and prepared to walk in.

After tossing around all night and one morning, he was so exhausted that he just wanted to find a chair to lie down for a while and clear his mind by the way.

Too many things are stuffed in his mind, as if it's about to explode/explode.

As a result, just as Wen Chi walked a distance, Ping An ran after him from behind.

"Mr. Wen, where did you go yesterday?"

Wen Chi kept walking, and glanced at Ping An suspiciously.

I saw Pingan opened his eyes round and round, and said cautiously: "Yesterday, I heard from Ruofang that Mr. Wen went out of the palace with His Highness the Crown Prince. I thought Mr. Wen would come back at night, but last night I waited for a long time. I didn't wait for Mr. Wen to come back."

Wen Chi was really curious: "What are you waiting for me for? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's not..." Seeing Wen Chi's question, Ping'an seemed to think that Wen Chi was suspicious of him, blushed instantly, and hurriedly explained, "In order to fulfill Mr. Wen's order, the servant has been pulling weeds in the courtyard day and night these days. I didn't see Mr. Wen come back yesterday, I was just a little worried."

Hearing this, Wen Chi stopped suddenly.

Ping An followed Wen Chi, and was caught off guard and almost bumped into Wen Chi, but he turned his toes and recovered his strength almost instantly, standing firmly on the spot.

"Young Master Wen?"

Wen Chi glanced at Ping'an's feet calmly before turning his gaze to Ping'an's face.

Ping An was inexplicably seen by him, and couldn't help touching his face: "Is there something dirty on your slave's face?"

Wen Chi said: "No."

Ping An withdrew his hand, and asked nervously, "Why is Mr. Wen looking at this servant like this?"

Wen Chi was silent for a moment, and did not reply to Ping An's words, but instead said: "The weeds in the yard have been pulled out, right? I see that you seem to be quite free, how about this, you can prune the branches and leaves of those small trees, Otherwise, it will look too messy and affect the appearance."

After finally taking a breath, Ping An said, "..."

Wen Chi noticed Ping An's embarrassed expression: "Don't you want to?"

"I am willing." Ping An bowed his head and said, "I will try my best to fulfill Mr. Wen's order."

Wen Chi smiled, beckoned Ruotao who was passing by, and told him, "Go and check the results of Ping An's weeding. If there is anything that is not in place, let him do it again."

Hearing these words, Ping An turned pale, but dared not even say a word.

Ruotao also seemed to feel that Wen Chi's attitude was a bit strange, she glanced at Ping An quietly, agreed softly, and then walked away.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Chi found that Ping An was still standing there, so he said, "Go and do your work. After you finish these tasks, I still have some things for you to complete. What you left behind, now make up for it all."

Ping'an's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or felt aggrieved. He raised his head and looked at Wen Chi with unclear eyes.

Wen Chi looked at him calmly.

Ping An didn't expect Wen Chi to catch his gaze, and immediately looked away like a mouse seeing a cat, turned around and walked into the yard without saying a word.

Wen Chi looked at the back of Ping An escaped, thought for a while, and then continued to walk into the house.

Although pulling weeds and pruning branches are both physical labor, if you really want to compare, pruning branches is much more laborious than pulling weeds.

There are court ladies and eunuchs in the palace who specialize in this kind of errands, but they don't come to Zhudiju to work.

Ping An, who had no one to guide him and had never done these tasks before, was stumped at the beginning. He found a pair of small scissors from nowhere, and tried very hard to trim the messy branches and leaves on the small tree.

Ping An's movements were unskilled, and he even accidentally poked the small scissors on his hand, and bright red blood immediately gushed out from the wound.

However, Ping An acted like he was used to it, and calmly found gauze to bind up his injured finger.

If you observe carefully, you can also find that there are large and small wounds on Ping An's hands, which should be caused by weeding.

Wen Chi sat on the stone bench, propped his chin and watched all this.

At this moment, Ruofang came over and put a few letters on the stone table in front of Wen Chi: "Mr. Wen, the Wen residence sent someone to deliver the letter again."

Wen Chi glanced at it, his expression unchanged: "Just put it away."

Ruofang hesitated and said: "Mr. Wen, the person who sent the letter said that the matter is urgent. Please, Mr. Wen, open the letter and check it."

Wen Chi thought it was funny, so he snorted, "When did that person not say that?"

"..." Ruofang finally came to her senses, and reached out to pick up the letters with her cheeks burning, "That's right."

Now that the reputation of the Wen family is at a low ebb, Wen Changqing and the Xu family will naturally try their best to contact Wen Chi in the palace, not to mention sending letters every three days, and they even visited several times in person, but they were stopped by the guards every time Outside the palace——without the crown prince's permission, they could not enter or leave the East Palace at will.

In this way, it was just as Wen Chi wanted.

He doesn't want to be confronted by that family with the protagonist, so using the prince as a shield is also a good choice.

Before leaving, Ruofang was still a little worried, and asked softly, "Mr. Wen, are you in a bad mood?"

Wen Chi froze for a moment.

Ruofang glanced at Ping An not far away who was pruning the branches and leaves bitterly: "Or did Ping An offend you?"

Wen Chi suddenly realized that Ruofang thought that he had been angered by the prince, so he came back and took Ping An as a punching bag.

After realizing this, he really couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't explain anything to Ruofang.

In the past, he still felt that Ping An's behavior was very strange. He wanted him to gain a foothold in the East Palace but also didn't want him to get too close to the prince.

After what happened last night, he suddenly figured it out.

If he guessed correctly, Ping An should be someone arranged by the fourth prince's henchmen, who wanted to help him gain a sense of presence in front of the prince but could not make him develop real feelings for the prince.

In short, the mastermind wanted to train him into an obedient puppet.

It's a pity that Ping'an's rank is too low, and he discovered the flaw so quickly.

But from another point of view, it may be that those people did not arrange really powerful people around him. After all, the Wen family is not a famous and prosperous family, and the identity of "Wen Liang" he used before is only a mediocrity among many young masters. Just a nobody.

Although Ping'an's rank was not very high, Wen Chi still didn't dare to tear his face completely, so he could only use this method to consume Ping'an's energy and make him less of a demon.

After thinking about it, Wen Chi realized that he was so smart that he could come up with such an excellent idea - he would never admit that he was cowardly!

On the other side, Zhang Caihui also set a date for the tea banquet, which will be on the afternoon of the fifth day, at the lakeside where Wen Chi has been to once.

Zhang Caihui seemed very worried about being rejected by Wen Chi, so instead of coming to inform Wen Chi in person like before, she sent a court lady over to tell Wen Chi the news, and then hurriedly slipped away, giving Wen Chi even the chance to refuse. nothing.

When Wen Chi thought of the so-called calligraphy and painting appreciation, one head and two big.

Where did he get the calligraphy and painting out for tasting!

It's not that Wen Chi never thought about writing and painting temporarily. However, he only has the memory of the original owner, but not the skills of the original owner. The piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, and painting that the original owner is good at are all empty talk to him.

And he himself can't even write well with a brush, so how can he use a brush to write and paint.

As time approached, Wen Chi became more and more restless.

In the afternoon of that day, he was taken by Eunuch Zhu to the prince's study as usual. The prince had finished handling a lot of affairs and had nothing to do, so he asked Eunuch Zhu to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Wen Chi sat on the slumped chair, staring blankly at the prince writing on the paper with a brush, and couldn't help being distracted.

When he felt something strange, a cold touch came from the tip of his nose.

Wen Chi suddenly came back to his senses, only to see a hand in front of his eyes, holding a writing brush in that hand, and the tip of the brush just landed on the tip of his nose.

Wen Chi stared blankly at the hand that was close at hand, unable to realize what was going on for a while.

Until Shi Ye's deep and cold voice sounded: "What are you thinking about? You are thinking so seriously that I dare not even ask you to ignore me."

After all, the hand turned to the side.

The next moment, the tip of the pen landed on Wen Chi's left cheek—another cold touch.

It was only then that Wen Chi realized-- dare this dog prince is scribbling on his face with a brush? !

He took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw the nib of the pen dipped in black ink.

"..." Wen Chi was so angry that his mouth was crooked, and the fragrant words blurted out, "Fuck!"

Shi Ye stopped scribbling on his face and squinted at him: "What did you say?"

Wen Chi was taken aback by the sudden change in Prince Dog's face, and his desire to survive suddenly appeared, he hurriedly lowered his head in shame: "Your Highness, the villain is not feeling well today, so I accidentally lost my mind and looked at the prince. Your Highness forgive me."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Shi Ye stretched out his other hand and directly pinched Wen Chi's chin.

Wen Chi was already used to Shi Ye's domineering CEO Fan Er's actions. Before Shi Ye could force him, he obediently raised his head, and looked at Shi Ye with a pair of sincere Kazilan eyes.

It's a pity that at this moment, Shi Ye no longer followed his tricks, lowered his eyes, and looked down at him coldly: "Fuck, what do you mean?"

Wen Chi: "..."

Seeing him silent, Shi Ye's eyes became colder and colder.

Wen Chi felt the low air pressure emanating from Shi Ye's body. After being frightened, he felt blessed, and opened his mouth and said, "The villain once read it in a wild book. Fuck this word, it has a beautiful meaning."

Shi Ye was expressionless, and the brush in his hand tapped Wen Chi's cheek intentionally or unintentionally: "What's the meaning?"

Wen Chi swallowed quietly: "It's yearning, worship, and the deepest respect."

Shi Ye narrowed his long and narrow eyes again, and scanned Wen Chi's face suspiciously, as if confirming the authenticity of Wen Chi's words.

"That is to say..." Wen Chi suddenly became obsessed with ghosts, and boldly carried private goods, "The reason why the villain said the word fuck to His Highness is because the villain worships His Highness so much, if His Highness can let the villain fuck Last time, then the villain will die in this life without any regrets."