Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Wen Chi walked to the cabinet, hesitated several times, but still didn't have the courage to open the cabinet door.

There are two villains in his heart who are arguing. One villain said that he and Shi Ye were husband and wife in this ancient times anyway, so it’s okay to get used to it in advance, but the other villain said that it would be too painful to stuff these jades in the back. It's over, who would make trouble for himself when he has nothing to do.

Thinking of this, Wen Chi paused, and then said to himself, yes, isn't that person him?

Isn't he just idle now to make trouble for himself?

Wen Chi was speechless for a moment, he swallowed quietly, and slowly withdrew his hand that was already on the cabinet.

He stood there for a while, then picked up the handkerchief on the wooden stand to dry himself, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

There happened to be two maidservants guarding the door.

Seeing him, the two maidservants hurried up to greet him: "Young Master Wen, what are your orders?"

Facing these two pretty little girls, Wen Chi was still a little embarrassed to order them, and said with a smile, "Please help me clean up the wooden barrels in the room."

The two maidservants answered yes together, and went into the room.

Seeing this, Wen Chi also quietly went downstairs.

He probably remembered that Liu De lived in a certain room on the left on the first floor, but it didn't matter if he didn't remember, he walked to the approximate location and called Liu De's name in a low voice.

After a while, a door in front of him on the left was opened.

The dim candlelight spilled out along the open door, and also fell on Liu De's tall figure. Liu De stood at the door without moving, and had no intention of walking towards Wen Chi.

"Mr. Wen." Liu De's face was turned away from the light, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could hear a sense of alienation in his voice, "It's getting late, what can I do for you?"

"Brother Liu De."

After Wen Chi shouted, he was about to move forward.

However, when Liu De saw Wen Chi take two steps forward, he immediately took two steps back as if he had seen a scourge, and retreated directly into the room.

"Don't come here." Liu De held out Erkang's hand, "If you have anything to say, just say so."

Wen Chi was so frightened by Liu De's reaction that he stopped in his tracks.

After waiting for a while, he saw that Liu De was still looking defensive, and scratched his head inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?"

Liu De said solemnly: "Young Master Wen, we should keep our distance at night, so as not to be misunderstood by others."

Wen Chi: "..."

Ok.

Ever since he stopped covering up the red mole between his eyebrows, Liu De and Liu Shan have become weird, wishing to keep a distance of [-] miles from him.

Since Liu De didn't let him approach, he could only stand where he was, embarrassingly explaining his reason for coming: "Brother Liu De, I have practiced the basic skills for so long according to your instructions, and I want to know the results."

Liu Dedao: "Young Master Wen, I have already said that learning martial arts is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

"Although that's what I said..." Wen Chi paused before continuing, "But I still want to know how much I have improved in the past ten days, so that I can have a bottom line in my heart."

In Liu De's mind, martial arts practice is a process that accumulates over time, and the psychology of eagerness for quick success will destroy one's will. He doesn't agree with Wen Chi's idea of ​​wanting to achieve something so quickly, but Wen Chi insists on doing so, and he doesn't agree with it. It's better to refuse.

Liu De hesitated for a while, and asked Wen Chi to wait there. He turned and entered the room, and closed the door behind him.

When Liu De came out of the room again, he held a candlestick in his hand, and the white candle was dancing with warm flames.

Liu De approached Wen Chi casually, walked past him, and said at the same time, "Follow me."

Hearing this, Wen Chi hurriedly followed.

They came to the open space for daytime training, which was shrouded in a hazy night, with only a faint moonlight shining down, allowing Wen Chi to barely see the blurred road under his feet.

The light in front of him was dim, and it was a little difficult for Wen Chi to walk.

He looked up at Liu De who was walking in front, and saw that Liu De walked steadily, not affected by the surrounding light at all, as if he could clearly see every plant and tree nearby at night.

Although Wen Chi is a salty fish, he is still very envious of people with strong martial arts.

After walking for a while, Liu De stopped in front of the stone table, and gently placed the candlestick in his hand on the stone table.

Wen Chi stepped up to Liu De's side, and couldn't help sighing: "Brother Liu De, you are so amazing, you can still see the road ahead at night."

Liu De said without changing his expression: "With candles lighting the way, I can naturally see it."

Wen Chi: "..."

After Liu De's reminder, he realized that without the cover of Liu De's tall figure, the faint candlelight spread around the center of the candlestick, just lighting up the small circle.

Wen Chi, who expressed his wrong feelings, was very embarrassed, so he chose to remain silent.

At this time, Liu De took a step back and turned to look at Wen Chi: "Mr. Wen, do you remember what I told you about palming the wind the day before yesterday?"

Wen Chi said: "Remember."

Liu De said that most martial arts in the world pay attention to a fast word, no matter what the move is, the first move will always win an extra chance for himself.

And the skill of palming wind is established on the basis of quickness. It seems that it needs internal strength, but in fact it pays more attention to training.

Liu De crossed his arms and gestured to the burning candle with his eyes: "Turn it out."

Wen Chi understood, walked over and blew on the candle.

The candle went out instantly.

The surroundings were plunged into silent darkness.

Even Liu De was quiet.

It seemed after a long time before Liu De's gnashing of teeth sounded in Wen Chi's ears: "I asked you to extinguish it with the wind of your palm, but I didn't ask you to blow it out..."

"..." Wen Chi's cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Brother Liu De, I didn't understand what you meant for a while."

Liu De sighed, took out the torch, lit the candle again, then retreated to the position just now, raised his chin towards Wen Chi: "Continue."

Wen Chi asked in a low voice, "Should I back off?"

Liu De knew how much Wen Chi weighed, so he shook his head and didn't ask for it: "No need."

Wen Chi took a deep breath, and slapped the candlelight in the air as he practiced during the day.

In fact, the object of his practice during the day is the leaves next to him, but compared with the leaves, this candle seems to be much easier.

In the night, the wind was strong, blowing the candle flame from side to side, as if it would be extinguished at any moment - but the facts proved that its vitality was extremely tenacious, no matter how the night wind blew, it would not be extinguished.

Similarly, no matter how much Wen Chi slapped it, it never went out.

After nearly half an hour, Wen Chi was out of breath, and the candle was half burned.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and looked at Liu De who remained silent behind him: "Brother Liu De, this is too difficult."

Liu De didn't speak, he raised his hand and slapped in the air, Wen Chi could clearly feel a gust of wind in his palm, and that gust of wind hit the candle directly.

The next moment, the candle was extinguished.

Liu De's cold voice sounded: "Young Master Wen, you still need some time, don't rush for quick success."

Wen Chi was silent for a long time before saying hello softly.

After saying goodbye to Liu De, Wen Chi went upstairs in a daze and went back to his room.

The wooden barrels and wooden racks in the room were cleaned up by the maids, and even the table was replaced with new snacks.

Wen Chi walked to the table and looked at the snacks on the table, but he didn't have any appetite.

In the past, he didn't feel much, but now his ability is linked to integrity, he suddenly felt deeply sad for his own good-for-nothing.

But this sadness didn't last long, and he let go of it at an extremely fast speed, and even the movement of walking to the cabinet and reaching out to open the cabinet door was much smoother.

He really tried his best.

It really doesn't work either.

Wen Chi took out the wooden box and put it on the table, and opened it curiously.

The wooden box was the same as before, the contents inside were intact, and the white porcelain box was stuffed in disorderly folded paper.

Wen Chi put the white porcelain box next to the wooden box, stared at the jade inside the wooden box with wide almond eyes and flushed cheeks.

After staring at it for a while, he picked out the thinnest piece of jade...it should be the thinnest one, even though this jade was also as thick as his index finger.

He held the jade in his hand, and the cold touch was immediately transmitted from the skin to his sensory world, but after a while, the cold touch gradually disappeared, replaced by a warm feeling.

The tighter he gripped, the more obvious the warmth became.

Wen Chi felt that it was extremely novel, as if he had discovered a new continent. He played with the jade for a long time before he remembered the business, and his originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious.

I don't know how to use this kind of jade...

Wen Chi opened the white porcelain box, and dipped his fingertips into some plaster.

This plaster is also ice-cold and very comfortable to the touch.

He carefully applied the ointment on one end of the jade, very carefully and evenly. After all, it was related to his own body, so he did not dare to be careless.

Seeing that it was almost wiped off, Wen Chi put the jade on the crumpled piece of paper.

Next up is...

Wen Chi thought that his skin was thick enough, but when he thought of those indescribable things in his mind, his whole face still became hot uncontrollably.

He felt hot, even breathing was hot.

Doing this kind of thing for the first time will inevitably be a little cautious, so that the hands that took off the pants trembled slightly, and failed to grasp the bottom of the pants several times.

Fortunately, during the long night, Wen Chi had nothing else but time, so he took off his pants and put on the plaster with great difficulty.

Just as he was posing to send the jade in, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

The size of this room is small, but it is also divided into an inner room and an outer room. Furniture such as beds and dressing tables are placed in the inner room, furniture such as tables and chairs are placed in the outer room, and furniture such as tables and chairs are placed in the outer room. There is a white gauze hanging on the arch in the middle, which just plays the role of covering, but it will not completely block the light.

Usually, Wenchi often comes in and out, and he thinks it is troublesome, so he wraps it in a light gauze.

But at this moment, whoever put down the veil again, just now his eyes didn't move there, but now he suddenly looked over, and saw a person sitting beside his bed.

Look at that man's figure...

It was clearly Shi Ye.

Why is Shi Ye here?

When did Shi Ye come?

Wen Chi was stunned for a moment, and when he realized that Shi Ye was in the room, he didn't know whether it was shock or fright, the blood on his face disappeared instantly.

It was as if a thunderbolt struck down the top of his head, causing his hand to deliver the jade to shake violently, and accidentally poked the sore spot, causing him to scream out in pain.

At the same time, Shi Ye who was sitting by the bed stood up and walked towards him with long legs.