Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

In the end, Wen Chi took away the painting rewarded by Shi Ye.

When returning to Bamboo Flute Residence, Wen Chi happened to meet Ruotao who was passing by after finishing his work. Seeing Wen Chi walking in from the outside in a state of embarrassment, Ruotao was surprised for a moment, and then he didn't know what he saw, and burst out laughing .

"Mr. Wen, you..."

Wen Chi looked confused: "What's wrong with me?"

"Oh, your face is full of ink." Ruotao quickly suppressed her smile, the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, and said, "Mr. Wen, let's go in quickly, this servant will fetch some water to wipe your face .”

Wen Chi: "..."

Oh, he remembered—

I don't know what kind of trouble the dog prince got up to today, so he took a brush and smeared it on his face several times.

What's even more exasperating is that the dog prince watched him walk out of the study just now, and didn't mean to remind him at all, even the eunuch Zhu who sent him back...

Forget it, thieves are a nest of relatives, who made Zhu Gonggong be on the side of the dog prince?

After such self-hypnosis, Wen Chi finally felt a lot better, and he waved to Ruotao exhaustedly: "Go quickly."

Ruotao responded and hurried away.

Wen Chi sighed, and squeezed the golden paint tube in his hand.

This painting cylinder was brought by Eunuch Zhu. It is engraved with exquisite patterns, and the plants and trees are so lifelike. Even people like Wen Chi, who have never seen the world, can see that it is very valuable. It is a pity that Eunuch Zhu Bring it to install the pheasant picture drawn by Shi Ye.

Wen Chi withdrew his thoughts and continued walking inside.

Not far away, he saw Ping An standing under a small tree pruning the branches hard. After a period of tempering, Ping An's pruning skills have made great progress. No longer poke your own hand like before.

It’s just that so much work is on Ping An’s body, bending his immature back, and making him silent all of a sudden. The Ping An who used to huddle around Wen Chi and chatter is gone, and now he is as flat and quiet as a chicken. ·install.

Ever since Wen Chi began to force Ping An to work, Ping An has lost his previous enthusiasm, and sometimes he can even catch the vague resentment in his eyes.

But Wen Chi never cared about these things, he just pretended not to see them.

When Ping An was buried in pruning branches, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wen Chi from the corner of his eye. He immediately put away the scissors, turned around, hunched over and shouted in a low voice, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Chi was suddenly yelled by this dying tone, turned his head and saw Ping An's head almost buried in his collar, he nodded, and couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked in.

After sleeping, most of the sorrow that lingered in Wen Chi's heart finally dissipated.

He also figured it out - anyway, he couldn't bring out suitable calligraphy and paintings, so instead of going empty-handed, it's better to take the pheasant picture drawn by Shi Ye,

In this way, even if he was ridiculed by those people, those people were only laughing at the paintings he brought and Shi Ye who painted them, and had little to do with him.

Of course, the most important thing is... If Shi Ye asks on a whim, he will be easy to deal with, otherwise, I don't know what method Shi Ye will come up with to trick him, and maybe let him ascend to heaven if he is unhappy .

To put it bluntly, I'm still cowardly.

What is losing face at the tea banquet compared to saving your life with the dog prince?

Thinking of this, Wen Chi shed humble and helpless tears.

However, even though he had made a decision in his heart, when he was about to set off, he still subconsciously resisted going out. He lingered in front of the door with his painting tube in his arms for a long time, but he never had the courage to step out.

When Ruotao saw this, she came over to comfort her and said, "Mr. Wen, the tea banquet held by Mrs. Zhang almost invited all the young masters and wives in the East Palace. There must be a lot of people over there. Everyone tried their best If you want to present the best work, there must be a hundred flowers blooming on the scene, so maybe no one will notice your work, and you don’t have to worry about it.”

Wen Chi: "..."

If he didn't understand Ruotao's temperament, he would suspect that Ruotao was belittling him by comforting him.

But thinking about it carefully, he found that what Ruo Tao said was not unreasonable.

There were so many capable people at the scene, almost everyone wanted to be the focus of the audience, maybe he was a little late, and those people didn't even know whether he had brought out the calligraphy and painting, and it happened that he could fish in troubled waters to fool him.

After thinking twice, Wen Chi decided to wait until the tea banquet was halfway through.

Ruotao was still a little uneasy: "Mr. Wen, why don't your servants and Ruofang go with you, you always go out without your maid, and no one is waiting for you."

Wen Chi shook his head: "No."

It was meant to be embarrassing and conspicuous, so what do you do with the maid?Is the three of them ashamed and conspicuous together?

Now that Wen Chi has said so, Ruo Tao hesitates to speak, so it's not easy to force her.

Wen Chi stayed for a long time, seeing that it was almost time, he went to the lake where the tea banquet was held.

Although Wen Chi often walks in the East Palace, he mostly walks between the two points and one line between Zhudiju and the Prince's study. If he wants to go to the Prince's study, he can touch it with his eyes closed. Unfortunately, this time he is going to the lake. Along the way, Wen Chi asked several court ladies and eunuchs before he found the place.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Caihui specially arranged the scene, with tables, chairs, tea and snacks, and arranged for a few maids to shuttle carefully among the crowd to serve them.

When Wen Chi approached, the tea banquet was already full of excitement.

The people who came were not only the princes and wives, but also the maidservants and eunuchs they brought, all of them followed their masters closely.

In comparison, Wen Chi, who was outside the crowd, seemed extremely lonely.

But this is not the point, the point is that there are too many people coming to the tea banquet today!

Even if those maidservants and eunuchs were removed, there were more than [-] princes and wives left, handsome men and beautiful women, dressed in distinctive robes, gathering in twos and threes to chat.

Looking at the faces of those people, Wen Chi suddenly understood what Ruotao said about "a hundred flowers contending for beauty". Together, these men and women can hold an election contest in East Palace 101.

Wen Chi knew that Shi Ye's harem was huge before, but it was just an idea. Now that he saw these people with his own eyes, he really wanted to sigh—the dog prince is so lucky!

It's a pity that Shi Ye stayed in his study all day long, never leaving the door, and seemed to have no interest in pampering the harem at all.

While thinking about it, Wen Chi chose the most remote place to sit down, who knew that the chair under his buttocks hadn't warmed up yet, and Zhang Caihui, who was clustered among the crowd, spotted him sharply.

Just because she took one extra look at him in the crowd, Zhang Caihui left the crowd and walked towards him.

Wen Chi: "..."

Zhang Caihui said happily: "Mr. Wen, you are here, my little girl thought that Mr. Wen's cold is not over."

Wen Chi watched Zhang Caihui, who was dressed in bright red and purple but still beautiful, walk in front of him, so he squeezed out a polite but awkward smile: "My cold has been cured, thank you for your concern."

"It will be fine once you recover." While speaking, Zhang Caihui's gaze turned, and the next moment it fell on the painting tube that Wen Chi was holding in his hand, and asked curiously, "This is it?"

Wen Chi clenched the painting tube subconsciously: "Oh, this is a painting I brought."

Zhang Caihui nodded in understanding, her eyes stayed on the painting tube for a long time, and then she exaggerated: "This painting tube is really beautiful."

Wen Chi: "..."

The things in the prince's study, can't they look good?

"By the way, there are a lot of people here today, I'll take you to meet them." Zhang Caihui smiled and took Wen Chi's hand, and pulled Wen Chi into the crowd regardless of Wen Chi's willingness or not.

Those people were standing by the lake talking, when they suddenly saw Zhang Caihui bringing a person over, they stopped talking at the same time, and turned their heads to look over.

At the same time, other people around also turned their attention to this side.

They instantly became the focus of the crowd, Wen Chi felt a little embarrassed, but Zhang Caihui didn't take it seriously, as if he had already gotten used to the gaze of the crowd.

Zhang Caihui introduced the identities of those people to Wen Chi, and then said to them: "You should have heard of his name, he is the eldest son of the Wen family... oh no, it's the second son." Wenchi."

After finishing speaking, she finally felt a little embarrassed, turned her head to look at Wen Chi, and said slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wen Chi waved his hand quickly. Seeing that the other people didn't look very surprised, he realized that these people knew his real identity. He didn't expect that the Wen family's affairs would turn out to be such a big deal. No wonder Wen Chang Qing and Xu looked for him so eagerly...

Since Wen Chi really had nothing in common with these people, he listened quietly when these people talked.

At first, these people wanted to throw the topic to him, but he was a topic stopper, he would answer whatever others asked, and he would answer in a rigid and serious manner. After many times, these people would silently go around every time they spoke. open him.

Wen Chi was also happy and at ease, sat on the edge and had a snack for a while, then thought about going back.

I have to admit that Zhang Caihui still organized this tea banquet quite wonderfully. Not only did she design a few small games, she also prepared some small prizes in advance. She ordered the maids to line up with those small prizes. Calligraphy and painting can win her favor, so she will give out those small prizes.

Zhang Caihui came from a good family background and was not short of money. The small prizes he prepared were all attractive gadgets, which made many people eager to show their works.

There were also people who showed their skills on the spot, asking the maids to prepare pens and inks temporarily, and draw a landscape picture in full swing under the eyes of everyone.

After that person finished his last stroke, there was a burst of exclamation at the scene.

"I have long heard that Mr. Li, the number one talented man in the capital, has great painting skills. I was lucky enough to see it today. His reputation really lives up to his reputation."

"Mr. Li made this painting in less than half a stick of incense, which really impresses my little girl."

"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things..."

Everyone gathered around the table, talking with each other.

Wen Chi saw Zhang Caihui walking over, and followed him out of curiosity.

I saw that the painting was really beautiful, with only a few strokes, but it was vividly drawn, especially the birds on the branches jumped out of the paper, the so-called vividness of brush and ink was nothing more than that.

In amazement, Wen Chi raised his eyes to look at Mr. Li, and found that Mr. Li was also staring at him.

Mr. Li is very beautiful. To be precise, everyone who can enter the East Palace should have good looks. Moreover, Mr. Li looks young, with a pair of peach blossom eyes similar to those of laurel. Even the proud smile on his face They all resembled Yuegui, he raised his chin towards Wen Chi.

"You are Wen Chi?"

As soon as these words came out, the conversations around suddenly weakened, and everyone's heads turned to Wenchi one by one, as if they were beating drums to pass flowers.

Wen Chi really didn't expect to get angry after watching such a commotion. He regretted that he came along just now, but now he had to bite the bullet and answer, "Exactly."

"I've heard of you a long time ago." Mr. Li laughed, and walked towards Wenchi, "I heard that His Royal Highness calls you to read and write every day. You have been serving His Highness for so long. We should make progress, so just today let everyone open their eyes."

Wen Chi: "..."

I don't know what these people would think if he said he was just going to eat.

When Wen Chi was thinking about how to refuse, Mr. Li quickly caught sight of the painting tube in Wen Chi's hand. He was slightly taken aback, and immediately showed the same expression as Zhang Caihui not long ago, before saying after a while: "This is not from His Royal Highness... ...Heh, it seems that you are quite capable, come on, show everyone your calligraphy and painting."

After Mr. Li finished speaking, everyone also looked at Wen Chi eagerly.

Wen Chi was speechless and choked. He found that the lady in the East Palace was quite polite, but each of these young masters was more arrogant than the other. There was Laurel in the front and Young Master Li in the back.

But he still didn't dare to provoke uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Wen Chi is cowardly, really cowardly, when he thinks that these princes and wives are from famous families and have backgrounds that he can't afford to offend, he becomes even more cowardly.

After hesitating for a moment, he awkwardly opened the painting tube and handed out the rolled painting.

Mr. Li glanced resolutely at Wen Chi's guilty expression, as if he had sensed something, he let out a sneer of unknown meaning, he took the painting, opened it——

People beside Zhang Caihui, including Zhang Caihui, poked their heads to look at it.

The next moment, the audience was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Li suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahahahahahahaha did you draw a chicken?"