Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

As soon as these words came out, Shi Ye stopped moving.

Wen Chi had exhausted all his courage just now when he said those words, and now he wouldn't dare to say the same thing again even if he was killed, so he looked at Shi Ye eagerly, although he didn't show it on the face, but in his eyes The flutter of vigilance cannot deceive people.

The two stared at each other like this.

After a while, Shi Ye was the first to compromise.

Shi Ye threw the clothes in his hand on Wen Chi, then turned around and got off the bed without saying a word. He quickly walked through the arch and disappeared from Wen Chi's sight.

After confirming that Shi Ye had left, Wen Chi didn't delay any longer, and quickly got up from the bed with hands and feet, took off his wet clothes in one go, and put on the clean clothes that Shi Ye threw to him.

He changed clothes very quickly. After changing, he found that the familiar feeling of dizziness returned again. He rubbed his temples uncomfortably. His legs were a little unsteady, so he could only sit on the edge of the bed and rest.

It's a pity that the bed has just been half soaked by the medicinal soup on his body, making it very uncomfortable to sit on.

Fortunately, he didn't sit for a long time, Ruofang walked over lightly: "Young master."

Wen Chi looked up.

Ruofang said nervously: "This servant will change the bedding for you."

Wen Chi didn't refuse, and got up cooperatively and leaned against the bed frame next to him, but soon, he remembered something, and asked Ruofang in a hoarse voice: "When did Shi Ye come?"

Ruofang was laying the bed sheets, her hands trembled when she heard the words, she hurriedly turned her head to look outside the arched door, then she turned her head and said to Wen Chi with a pale face, "My lord, His Royal Highness is outside, how can you just call him the prince?" His Highness's name is taboo, this is a big taboo!

Wen Chi: "..."

He just said it in passing.

And no matter it's a big taboo or not, he has called Shi Ye so many times in front of Shi Ye and behind his back. I really want to thank Shi Ye for not killing him...

But this is not the point, Wen Chi graciously changed the phrase: "When did His Royal Highness come?"

"Not long ago," Ruofang continued to spread the quilt, but she was obviously frightened, and her confidence was lacking when she spoke, as if she could take a break at any time, "Your Highness the Crown Prince came when the young master was still in the medicinal bath."

Which means he wasn't hallucinating.

When he was still soaking in the barrel, Shi Ye did crouch in front of the barrel and stare at him for a long time.

Wen Chi rubbed his nose. He really couldn't figure out what Shi Ye was thinking. The person who left without saying goodbye before was Shi Ye, and now the person who suddenly appeared is also Shi Ye. The journey of burning incense.

I don't know that Shi Ye running back and forth like this is not too troublesome.

Wen Chi knew that he couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. His head hurt so much, as if an electric drill was operating in his mind, and the dull pain beat his nerves again and again.

After finally waiting for Ruofang to clean up, Wen Chi plopped down on the bed, closed his eyes, and never wanted to get up again.

After a moment of silence, Ruofang persuaded: "My lord, dinner is already being prepared in the kitchen, and the servant is also stuffing medicine in the jar. Later, the servant will bring the dinner and medicine. You should take some."

Wen Chi concentrated on fighting against the discomfort and pain caused by the illness. Ruofang said so much, only a few words such as "kitchen" and "dinner" fell into his ears.

He gave a muffled hum, and stopped answering—he didn't even have the strength to make a sound.

Ruofang left quietly.

Not long after, Ruofang came back quietly.

The sound of Ruofang gently placing the tray on the table was heard in the room, and after a while, Ruofang's voice rang in Wen Chi's ears: "My lord, the dinner and medicine are ready, you drink the medicine before eating." okay?"

Wen Chi didn't want to move, he was already tired and sleepy, and he had exhausted all his strength when resisting Shi Ye just now, at this moment his brain and body were both on strike, and he couldn't even get up from the bed.

It's a pity that Ruofang still shouted in his ear: "Master?"

Wen Chi continued to load the corpse.

Ruofang was quiet for a while, but she came up with a way: "Master, how about this, the slave will bring the medicine, can you drink the medicine on the bed?"

Hearing this, Wen Chi finally made a movement, but his movement was limited to a series of muffled hums of protest: "You put it there, I can drink it myself."

"How can this be done?" Ruofang said, "Drink the medicine while it's hot, and eat the food while it's hot, otherwise it won't be good if it's cold."

Wen Chi thought in a daze, anyway, the medicine is the same bitter and astringent whether it is cold or not, it makes no difference to him, the important thing is that he really doesn't want to move now.

So Wen Chi insisted on pretending to be a dead body to the end, and no matter how Ruofang called, he just refused to get up. Until the end, Ruofang shouted so dryly, Wen Chi was still as stable as a rock, and even the fingers placed by his side could not stand. Didn't move.

Ruofang had no choice but to leave in a daze.

The room returned to silence again.

Just when Wen Chi thought he could finally get a good night's sleep, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near in the house—someone came in again.

Not only did that person not slow down his pace, but he deliberately stepped on every step heavily, as if he was deliberately trying to get Wen Chi's attention.

The sound of footsteps paused in front of the table for a moment, and then came to Wen Chi's bed.

After a while, Shi Ye's deep voice rang out: "I still give you two choices, you drink the medicine yourself, and I will feed you the medicine."

Wen Chi: "..."

Damn Ruofang!

Why did she call Shi Ye in?!

Wen Chi was in despair. He was lying on his stomach in a relaxed position, but he suddenly turned into a tense one, but he remained unmoved, and tried to breathe evenly, pretending to be asleep.

Shi Ye stood in front of the bed for a long time.

Wen Chi also lay down nervously for a long time, while he was waiting for Shi Ye to walk away tactfully.

It's a pity that Shi Ye didn't intend to do as he wished.

At the next moment, Wen Chi suddenly felt the edge of the bed sinking, and then a hand reached out and grabbed his arm. Shi Ye didn't give him a chance to struggle, and directly pulled him into his arms.

Wen Chi's eyes widened in surprise, he saw Shi Ye raised his chin, took a big gulp of the medicine in the other hand, and then lowered his head to his lips.

Shi Ye's lips were very cold, as if there was a faint chill, he opened his lips, and the bitter medicinal juice immediately and slowly transferred from top to bottom into Wen Chi's mouth.

The bitter and astringent taste filled Wen Chi's mouth in an instant, Wen Chi didn't even care about the fact that Shi Ye kissed him, his brows were furrowed, all the cells in his body were screaming in resistance, he subconsciously I wanted to tilt my head to avoid the remaining concoction.

But Shi Ye sensed his intention, and suddenly pinched his cheeks with his index finger and thumb, forcing him to open his mouth to accept the remaining concoction.

After all the concoction entered Wen Chi's mouth, his face was already too green.

The concoction was so bitter that it was hard to swallow, but Wen Chi had only two choices at this moment - either swallow the concoction or spit it back into Shi Ye's mouth.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Chi almost swallowed all the medicine juice into his stomach with tears in his eyes.

This process seems to have lasted for a century.

After finally waiting for Shi Ye to distance himself, Wen Chi covered his mouth and coughed violently.

He leaned against Shi Ye's arms, his body curled up into the shape of a shrimp, feeling as if he was about to die.

However, Shi Ye's heart was as hard as a stone at this time, even though he was stroking his back again and again, the other hand never put down the remaining half bowl of medicine.

After the temperature pool recovered, a new round of dosing began again...

Wen Chi felt that he had come back to life and then died, and after death he had come back to life again and again, and he was finally forced to finish the bowl of unpalatable concoction.

He was even a little unconscious after drinking, squinting at Shi Ye who looked calm, and said in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you going to leave? Why are you back again? You have the guts to come back."

Shi Ye put the empty bowl on the low shelf at the head of the bed. He listened to Wen Chi's murmurs of complaints. His hand paused in mid-air for a long time before it landed on Wen Chi's hot cheek. He couldn't help it. I don't know if Wen Chi can hear you, but I still explained in a warm voice: "The Japanese palace suddenly received an urgent message and had to go back to Beijing to deal with some matters. I personally bid farewell to you."

Wen Chi thought for a while, then shook his head: "You didn't."

Shi Ye said, "Think about it again."

Wen Chi's head was dizzy and swollen, and he thought about it for a long time, let alone whether Shi Ye said goodbye to him, he almost forgot what Shi Ye said to him just now, so he continued to shake his head: "You just didn't .”

Shi Ye added: "Bengong also sat by your bed and said those words to you just like tonight."

"No, no, you're lying," Wen Chi scratched his hair, and looked at Shi Ye with a solemn expression, "If you said it, I would definitely remember it. Only if you didn't say it, I wouldn't have the slightest impression."

"Naturally you have no impression," Shi Ye said calmly, "That night, you slept like a dead pig, and Ben Gong called you several times but couldn't wake you up, so how could you hear what Ben Gong said? ?”

Wen Chi: "..."

Shi Ye actually called him a pig!

He deeply felt that his personality had been insulted, so angry that he turned his head and closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to Shi Ye any more.

But Shi Ye didn't intend to stay any longer, he let Wen Chi rest well, then put Wen Chi back on the bed, got up and left the bedroom.

Not long after, Ruofang walked in cautiously, served Wen Chi a few mouthfuls of food, and left with a tray.

Wen Chi slept for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was slightly bright, but the sky was still as dark as ever, so that he needed to light candlesticks in the house to see things.

Wen Chi sat up, lifted the quilt, and found that he was covered in sweat, but the good news was that his wind and cold seemed to be almost gone, not only the heat on his body and face was gone, but also refreshed, as if his whole body It was washed clean of fine dust.

He asked Liu De to prepare hot water for him, took a simple and quick shower, and after eating a couple of casual breakfasts, he dressed neatly and ran to Mr. Yin.

When he came to the courtyard where Mr. Yin lived, he happened to see Mr. Yin and three young people preparing to go out with him.

Seeing Wen Chi, Mr. Yin was quite pleasantly surprised, but still concerned: "I heard that you are seriously ill, why don't you rest for a few more days? I granted you a leave of absence, you just need to recover from your illness."

Now that winter is here, time is money.

Wen Chi was delayed for so many days, although Mr. Yin was sympathetic, he felt very sorry in his heart, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your understanding, thanks to Mr. Dude, I have recovered from my illness, so I should come here earlier to help Mr. It’s good, so as not to delay the progress.”

"That won't happen." Lord Yin said with a smile, although he said so, but seeing Wen Chi insisted so much, he stopped persuading him.

On the carriage, Lord Yin chatted with Wen Chi, and when talking about Wen Chi's illness, Lord Yin did not forget to tell Wen Chi to keep warm. The winter in Jinzhou is much colder than that in the capital, and if you don't pay attention, you will get sick.

Hearing this, Wen Chi nodded hurriedly.

Isn't that right?

He was hallucinating, he saw that Shi Ye not only came to Jincheng, but also fed him medicine mouth to mouth - didn't he have something wrong with the cold?