Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

It's a pity that just as Wen Chi spit out the private goods, Shi Ye's hand pinching his chin suddenly increased his strength.

"Ah..." Wen Chi trembled his shoulders in fright, and immediately apologized out of conditioned reflex, "His Royal Highness, spare me! The villain knows his mistake!"

Shi Ye seemed to have seen through Wen Chi's miserable behavior, without even raising his eyelids, he approached with a blank expression, and his warm breath fell on Wen Chi's face: "I will give you another chance, If you dare to fool me again, I will ask someone to pull out these sharp teeth of yours side by side."

Wen Chi was so frightened that he could barely breathe, he took a few breaths, and suddenly had an idea: "Return to His Royal Highness, that means grass, grass of flowers and plants."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Ye increased his strength again.

Wen Chi hissed in pain, his rounded almond eyes instantly turned red, and some physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He was so frightened that he was forced to raise his chin high, and his body tremblingly endured Shi Ye's pressure heavy momentum.

"That, that's just a word of exclamation." At this time, Wen Chi's brain was in a mess, and he said indiscriminately, "The villain is sighing."

Hearing this, Shi Ye finally didn't continue to increase his strength, but said flatly: "Why are you sighing?"

Wen Chi's eyes were red, he held back for a long time, and finally managed to choke out a sentence: "It is said that serious men are the most attractive. Just now, the villain watched His Highness the Crown Prince's appearance when he was practicing calligraphy seriously, and was unknowingly attracted by His Highness the Crown Prince." Deeply attracted, the villain couldn't help but let out an exclamation."

It has to be said that Wen Chi has a great advantage, that is, even when he speaks nonsense with his eyes open, he speaks with sincerity and sincerity, as if those words have been kept in his heart for a long time, and he has no choice but to say them until today come out.

Even Wen Chi himself was almost convinced by this reason.

However, Shi Ye already knew what kind of urine Wen Chi was, so he frowned, and almost pressed the tip of his nose against Wen Chi's: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Wen Chi: "..."

Shi Ye's eyes were so cold that Wen Chi was about to freeze, he smiled coldly: "Do you think I can't see that you are cursing me?"

Wen Chi stammered: "Little, little people dare not."

"Why don't you dare? You dare to do anything!" Although Shi Ye hid it well, Wen Chi still smelled a trace of frustration. He pinched Wen Chi's chin and looked left and right, so angry Laughing, "Looking at your wicked face, I thought you were less courageous than the tip of a needle, but I thought that you really surprised me, you challenged my bottom line again and again, you really audacious in the extreme!"

The more Shi Ye said, the more serious he became. In the end, he was about to strangle Wen Chi to death.

Wen Chi's entire face turned red and green, green and white, he was so frightened that he forgot to beg for mercy, he stared at Shi Ye dumbfounded, as if he was about to faint from fright.

It's definitely over now...

With Shi Ye's violent temper, even if he didn't strangle him to death, he would have to kill half of his life like he did to Yue Gui.

And when Shi Ye scolded, why did he attack personally?Where does he look like a mouse-eye!

Thinking of this, Wen Chi was still a little bit aggrieved.

Just when Wen Chi thought that Shi Ye was really going to do something to him, he saw that Shi Ye suddenly let go of the hand that was holding his chin, turned around and went to the desk in a wheelchair.

Seeing this, Wen Chi was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Shi Ye in front of the desk beckoning to him.

So Wen Chi raised his tone quickly.

He didn't dare to delay, so he quickly got up and walked over quickly: "What orders does His Royal Highness have?"

There were pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk. Even though Shi Ye and Wen Chi had a quarrel just now, Eunuch Zhu was still grinding the ink with all his heart, as if treating himself as a lifeless background board.

Just now when Shi Ye practiced calligraphy, he used several sheets of paper. Eunuch Zhu put these sheets of paper in front of the desk to dry, and the writing was clear and clear in black and white.

Wen Chi couldn't help but look at Shi Ye's handwriting a few more times.

He has to admit that Shi Ye's handwriting is very beautiful. At first glance, it looks majestic and majestic, and the connection between the end and the end is natural and smooth. Just a few strokes are enough to reach the point of being pleasing to the eye.

If he had time to show this ability, he wouldn't have to worry about tomorrow's tea party.

Wen Chi sighed in his heart, he thought to himself that the dog prince's temper was a bit weird, but he still had many specialties that made him hesitate.

Wen Chi withdrew his thoughts, and saw a little eunuch come up and spread out a piece of snow-white paper in front of him.

Afterwards, Eunuch Zhu handed over a brush: "Mr. Wen, please."

Wen Chi: "..."

What please?

The bewildered Wen Chi had no choice but to cast doubtful eyes on Shi Ye.

Shi Ye propped his chin, leaned lazily on the wheelchair, tapped his cheek twice with his slender fingertips, and said in a very light tone: "Write the word you just said in a hundred words. all over."

Wen Chi: "..."

"Didn't you say that you worship Ben Gong? You can only see your sincerity if you write all your worship of Ben Gong on paper." Shi Ye raised his chin and said without rejection, "Write, Ben Gong Watching you write."

Wen Chi finally realized what it means to be self-inflicted and unable to live. If he had known that one word could trigger so many follow-ups, he would have sewed his mouth shut.

The only good thing is that Shi Ye only let him write and didn't kill him on the spot.

Thinking of this, Wen Chi felt that he was very lucky. Compared to losing his life, what was writing a hundred words of "Fuck" worth?

So Wen Chi picked up the brush, dipped the nib in the inkstone, covered the long sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, bent over, lowered his head, and began to write attentively.

He wrote willingly and seriously.

Written on a piece of paper, there were only about [-] characters of "Fuck", but for Wen Chi, who had hardly ever written brush characters, it was undoubtedly a physical effort, and he felt a faint soreness in his right hand.

Wen Chi put down the brush, gently rubbed the wrist of his right hand, and then picked up the paper with the word "fuck" written all over it.

After he blew on the ink on the paper, he lifted it up to check.

However, after a glance, Wen Chi's expression suddenly changed from a sense of accomplishment to embarrassment and shame.

His handwriting is so ugly!

Like a dog crawling, it was so ugly that he couldn't bear to look directly at it, and even if he took a second look, his eyes would be hot.

Wen Chi looked at Shi Ye's handwriting, then looked at his own handwriting, and instantly felt deeply that he was not worthy of this dog prince. For the first time in his history, he developed an inferiority complex, just because of these ugly words .

Wen Chi hurriedly put the paper down, and asked Eunuch Zhu to give him another piece of paper in extreme embarrassment.

But before Eunuch Zhu brought the paper, Shi Ye who was next to him suddenly said, "Just this one."

Wen Chi looked at Shi Ye blankly, obviously he didn't understand Shi Ye's meaning.

At this moment, Shi Ye was quite patient, raised one eyebrow, and explained with a non-smiling smile: "I heard from Zhu Xian that you are going to a tea banquet tomorrow, and I will show you your calligraphy and paintings. For others to taste, why not just take this painting, I think it looks good."

After a long period of silence, Wen Chi said with shame: "His Royal Highness, I'm afraid this is not appropriate..."

"What's inappropriate?" Shi Ye said confidently, "Didn't you say that the word 'fuck' contains your admiration and yearning for me, and I will give you the opportunity to show your admiration and yearning for me, you But you don’t want to cherish this opportunity?”

The dog prince kept talking about fallacies, leaving Wen Chi speechless.

But how could he show those people this painting?

He's crazy to do that!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Prince Dog is really sick!It's fine to inquire about his affairs, but let him take this letter to the tea banquet to embarrass himself, but he can't directly refuse the request of the dog prince.

Wen Chi felt so wronged, but he didn't dare to say it.

"His Royal Highness forgives the sin. The villain's handwriting is really ugly. It is far inferior to the one or two strokes drawn by His Royal Highness at will. The villain really doesn't want to lose that face." Wen Chi simply knelt on the ground and said bravely, "If the little If a person can write such beautiful characters as His Royal Highness, the villain will not have to worry about it for so long."

There was a hint of a smile in Shi Ye's voice: "Do you think Ben Gong's calligraphy is pretty?"

This time Wen Chi praised him sincerely: "It's pretty good-looking, I'm afraid that the villain will not be able to compare with His Royal Highness's vellus hair after eight lifetimes of training."

These words seemed to please Shi Ye, only to hear Shi Ye laugh out loud, his laughing voice was not as deep as when he spoke, it sounded bright and clean, even exuding an arrogant and indulgent youthful air.

After laughing, Shi Ye squinted his eyes and said: "Since you like it, I will give you a picture so that you can show it at the tea banquet tomorrow. What do you think?"

Wen Chi raised his head from the ground, flattered: "Really?"

"How can what I said be false?" Shi Ye asked Eunuch Zhu to prepare the paper and pen again, and then he picked up the brush and danced on the clean paper for a while. The movements were neat and beautiful.

Wen Chi next to him was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

After half a stick of incense, Shi Ye put away the brush and handed it to Eunuch Zhu who was waiting beside him.

Eunuch Zhu didn't dare to glance at the paper, he hunched over and stretched out his hands to catch the brush, and then quietly retreated to his original position.

Only Wen Chi poked his head with great interest and glanced at the paper.

Unexpectedly, just this one glance, he was completely stunned.

Just, that's it?

Wen Chi couldn't believe his eyes, he even suspected that this painting was drawn by Shi Ye's spoof.

This is too ugly!

It's so ugly that it's on par with those dog crawling words he just said!

I saw a small animal drawn on the huge white paper. The small animal had a pointed mouth and four legs. There was something like a rag behind its buttocks...

Wen Chi's expression changed again and again, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to complain.

However, Shi Ye was admiring his own painting, and didn't see Wen Chi's expression as if he had eaten a fly. After admiring, he asked Wen Chi, "How is it?"

Wen Chi looked at the painting with indescribable eyes, and tried his best to distinguish the animals in the painting: "His Royal Highness is really good at painting, and he actually painted this chicken so lifelike."

The smile on Shi Ye's face paused: "The one I painted is a phoenix."

Wen Chi: "..."

Shi Ye looked coldly at Wen Chi's gradually stiff face, and said, "This painting is called Feng Qiuhuang."

Wen Chi: "..."

Shi Ye frowned: "Do you think Bengong's paintings are not good-looking?"

"No, no, no..." Wen Chi quickly shook his head into a rattle, "His Royal Highness draws so well. In ancient times, there was a song about Feng Qiuhuang written by the predecessors, which has been passed down through the ages. Today, there is a moving picture of Feng Qiuhuang drawn by His Royal Highness. Mind and soul, no matter who takes a look at it, they have to sigh at the talent of His Highness the Crown Prince."

After listening to Wen Chi's words in silence, Eunuch Zhu couldn't help raising his eyes and glanced at Wen Chi, which was really mixed with many emotions.

Wen Chi didn't notice Eunuch Zhu's gaze, but just looked at Shi Ye eagerly.

Shi Ye's frown was loosened slowly, and he waved his hand to signal Eunuch Zhu to finish the painting, and said naturally: "This painting is rewarded to you, and you can take it to the tea banquet tomorrow."

Wen Chi: "..."

He felt like he couldn't speak anymore.