Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Wen Chi thought Shi Ye was joking, but Shi Ye didn't look like he was joking.

Holding the brush, he walked up to Wen Chi in a blink of an eye.

He is very tall. Although he is mostly in a wheelchair, every time he stands up, Wen Chi can feel an invisible sense of oppression.

Wen Chi's face was pale, and he staggered back two steps, until his lower back touched the edge of the table behind him, he stopped suddenly.

"Finally." Shi Ye was immersed in the fiery red light, his handsome face showed no expression, he looked at Wen Chi with heavy eyes, "You will take it off, or I will take it off for you."

Wen Chi was really frightened, his hands resting on the edge of the table were trembling slightly, he shook his head in resistance.

Shi Ye was condescending and lowered his eyelids: "You said you didn't like the phoenix I drew on paper, so I kindly re-draw a phoenix for you. You're not grateful, and you still don't know what to do."

Wen Chi shook his head like a rattle: "There is no villain who doesn't like the phoenix drawn by His Royal Highness, the villain likes it very much."

Shi Ye let out a sneer, obviously he didn't believe what Wen Chi said: "Since you like it, why do you still call the phoenix painted by Ben Gong a chicken?"

"..." Wen Chi didn't expect Shi Ye to hold grudges like this. After a moment of silence, he resolutely threw the blame on Mr. Li's head, "That sentence was not said by the villain, but by Mr. Li. The villain has always said that the prince His Highness painted a phoenix."

"Oh?" Shi Ye raised his eyebrows, as if he was really curious, "That's not what you said yesterday."

Wen Chi: "..."

That's right, yesterday he did say that the phoenix painted by Shi Ye was a chicken.

But at the time, he really thought that Shi Ye's painting was a chicken. How could there be a phoenix that looked so much like a chicken?

Wen Chi felt that he was about to die wronged.

Seeing that Wen Chi fell silent, Shi Ye ordered, "Take it off."

Wen Chi was about to cry: "The villain doesn't want to take off."

No matter how thick-skinned he is, he doesn't want to take off his clothes in public.

Hearing this, Shi Ye wasn't angry at all, but gave Wen Chi a half-smile, and his originally peaceful tone suddenly became irresistible: "It's a pity that you can't help this."

After all, he waved his hand lightly.

Before Wen Chi could react, he only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and then, he vaguely heard the sound of the cloth ripping apart.

He lowered his head as if feeling something, and saw that the clothes that were originally well-dressed were torn apart abruptly in the middle, revealing his snow-white chest.

The cool wind blew past, making him shiver.

While Wen Chi was in a daze, Shi Ye had already picked up the paintbrush and landed it on his chest. The ink was very cold, and the tip of the pen dipped in black ink traveled on his skin, causing a tingling sensation.

Wen Chi's skin is fair, outlined with a few strokes, forming a strong color difference between black and white.

Shi Ye was extremely focused on the painting, and moved very quickly. After a while, he drew the head of the phoenix smoothly.

He tilted his head to look, then looked at Wen Chi.

"What do you think of this?"

Wen Chi was in a daze. After listening to Shi Ye's words, he subconsciously lowered his head and followed Shi Ye's gaze.

Then he saw that there was really a phoenix head drawn on his chest.

The head of the phoenix is ​​not easy to draw, especially the eyes of the phoenix. If the phoenix is ​​not drawn well, then the phoenix will lose its soul.

However, Shi Ye used only a few strokes to draw out the cold and mysterious aura of the phoenix. Compared with the pheasant painted on paper before, perhaps this is Shi Ye's real ability.

Wen Chi looked at the phoenix's head, at the black ink on his chest, and at Shi Ye's slender fingers holding the brush.

Suddenly, he felt cheated.

He should have known...

Shi Ye is the crown prince, capable of writing and martial arts, and can write such beautiful calligraphy, how could he only draw the picture of the pheasant?

Maybe Shi Ye deliberately drew such an ugly pheasant picture just to trick him, and let him bring it to the banquet, so that he was ridiculed by so many people here.

Obviously Shi Ye can draw well, but deliberately draws so ugly...

In an instant, an unprecedented sense of grievance surged over and overwhelmed Wenchi.

There is also the humiliation of being painted on his body. The black ink left on his chest seems to have infiltrated into his flesh unconsciously, and also dyed his bones black.

By the time Wen Wenchi felt something, tears were already rushing out of his eyes.

Tears ran across his face, dripped from his chin, landed on his chest, and also landed on the brush Shi Ye was holding.

Make a rattling sound.

Shi Ye watched Wen Chi go from numb to tearful, he didn't seem to understand why Wen Chi cried so sadly, so he frowned: "Why are you crying?"

Wen Chi closed his eyes, but tears still flowed from the slits of his eyes. He was sobbing so much that he couldn't even utter a word.

Shi Ye asked: "Is Bengong not good at painting?"

Wen Chi shook his head vigorously.

Shi Ye stared at the tears on Wen Chi's face, and was stunned for a while, then stretched out his other hand out of nowhere, trying to wipe away those tears for him.

However, before Shi Ye's fingertips touched Wen Chi's cheek, Wen Chi waved him away without thinking.

Wen Chi seemed to be puzzled, and stretched out his hand to snatch the brush from Shi Ye's hand, and threw it into the lake not far away.

During his movements, the tip of the pen accidentally brushed across Shi Ye's cheek, leaving an ink mark about five centimeters long, and even Shi Ye's neckline was stained with ink spots.

Shi Ye's eyes gradually froze, and he looked at Wen Chi expressionlessly.

Wen Chi wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, raised his chin, and looked straight into Shi Ye's eyes without fear.

"You draw very well." Wen Chi cried until his eyes and ears turned red, and his voice was hoarse, he said slowly, "But I don't like it."

Shi Ye remained silent, staring at him coldly.

Wen Chi closed his eyes: "You kill me."

He thought that after he finished speaking like this, he would successfully arouse Shi Ye's anger, but he didn't know that he had waited for a long time, and he didn't wait for Shi Ye to take any action.

It is said that Shi Ye kills people without blinking an eye, but he did not expect that he would also have moments of desperation.

Wen Chi thought it was a bit funny, but in fact he really laughed out, he didn't know if he was laughing at his recklessness or Shi Ye's hesitation, now that he had the determination to die, he wasn't afraid to say a lot of things .

"Your Highness, you said that I look like your enemy, so you pay special attention to me, but I am not your enemy, no matter how much you humiliate me and retaliate against me, your enemy will not be harmed in the slightest." The corner of Wen Chi's mouth With a relieved smile, his dejected appearance was softened by such a smile. He looked at Shi Ye with a trace of sympathy in his eyes, "You have always kept hatred in your heart, and even tortured me, an innocent person, for those hatreds. People, but have you ever thought that you are full of hatred, and you may not know where your enemy is at this very moment."

Shi Ye's eyes became colder and colder, and seemed to be mixed with other inexplicable emotions. He took a sudden step forward and squeezed Wen Chi's chin hard.

The sudden pain made Wen Chi gasp.

Apparently Shi Ye didn't show mercy this time, and one can imagine how gentle he was when he pinched Wen Chi's chin before.

It was the first time that Shi Ye's usually indifferent face had such a strong emotion, and he laughed angrily: "You think I use you as that person's substitute?"

Wen Chi endured the pain, and asked confidently, "Isn't it?"

Shi Ye said in a deep voice: "I have never thought of using anyone as a substitute, everything is your own wild imagination."

Wen Chi said: "If you have never thought about it this way, why do you humiliate me over and over again? Don't you want to take revenge on that person for all the torture I have suffered from you?"

Shi Ye was speechless, he stared into Wen Chi's eyes blankly, as if he was looking at something else through Wen Chi, but also as if he was stumped by these words.

For a long time, he didn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Wen Chi gritted his teeth and pushed away Shi Ye who was almost in front of him, hurriedly pulled up the torn clothes to barely cover his body, and finally ran away without looking back.

Eunuch Zhu and a group of court ladies and eunuchs stood guard not far away, watching Wen Chi run away.

Eunuch Zhu thought over and over again, but ran over cautiously: "His Royal Highness..."

Shi Ye waved his hand suddenly, and the inkstone on the table flew into the air and hit Eunuch Zhu on the forehead.

The inkstone fell, and Eunuch Zhu was hit with a bloody wound on his forehead.

Eunuch Zhu's whole face was distorted in pain, but he didn't even dare to raise his hand to touch the wound, and immediately knelt down on the ground like a frightened bird: "His Royal Highness, please forgive me..."

Shi Ye turned his head, his eyes were full of burning anger: "Get lost!"

Wen Chi ran back to Zhudi Residence non-stop.

He looked very embarrassed at this moment, not only was his clothes not covering his body, but his clothes and chest were covered with black ink, and the redness and swelling of his eyes had not disappeared due to crying so much just now.

Ruofang and Ruotao, who were busy in the courtyard, turned their heads and saw Wen Chi, and they were all terrified.

The two little girls hurriedly dropped what they were doing and ran over.

"Mr. Wen, how did you become like this? Did someone bully you?" Ruofang looked Wen Chi up and down, and her eyes turned red anxiously.

Ruotao was much calmer than Ruofang, staring at Wen Chi intently, waiting for Wen Chi's answer.

But Wen Chi was exhausted and didn't want to explain to them what happened today.

"It's not a big deal, don't worry." Wen Chi said weakly, "Prepare some hot water for me, I want to take a bath."

Seeing this, Ruofang and Ruotao looked at each other, but suppressed the doubts in their hearts.

The two little girls moved quickly, and it didn't take long for the bath water to be ready.

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and only two candles barely illuminated the room.

Wen Chi sat at the bottom of the barrel, holding his knees with his hands, his whole body was immersed in the hot water, only his head was exposed.

The water was very hot, but it couldn't dispel the coldness in Wenchi's heart.

He thought he was really done.

There were so many examples before him, he didn't think he was so special that Shi Ye could pamper him again and again, as far as his attitude towards Shi Ye was concerned, it would not be too much for Shi Ye to strangle him a hundred times.

Instead of waiting for Shi Ye to do it, it's better for him to settle the settlement himself.