Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

Wen Chi didn't want to cry, but tears kept flowing down disobediently.

Shi Ye touched Wen Chi's back comfortingly.

Before Wen Chi could speak, he opened his mouth and burped.

Speaking, he tore off the quilt in Wen Chi's hand, and wiped the tears from Wen Chi's face with the palm of his hand.

Wen Chi lowered his head sadly, waited for Shi Ye to withdraw his hand, then glanced at the medicinal soup that Shi Ye was holding in the other hand, and his resistance was evident.

"I don't want to drink that." In front of Shi Ye, Wen Chi became more self-willed, and he wrapped himself with the quilt again, only showing one eye looking at the bowl of medicinal soup Head, "You take it away."

This bowl of medicinal soup does not smell very good.

Just now when Shi Ye took the bowl from the maid, he frowned because of the strong smell.

But this bowl of medicinal soup was specially ordered by several doctors to drink it. Rao was Wen Chi's temperament and didn't want to drink it, so Shi Ye couldn't let him come.

"Then I'll leave it alone and drink it later?"

"No." Wen Chi shook his head vigorously, "No, I don't drink."

Wen Chi's reaction was quite intense, but Shi Ye was not angry, and just repeated patiently: "You pushed this bowl of medicine today, but it will still be delivered by Ruofang tomorrow, and besides It hasn't warmed up yet, Ruofang stayed in the kitchen for a few hours before she boiled the medicine, do you have the heart to let Ruofang's hard work for so long be poured into the grass outside at will?"

After hearing what Shi Ye said, Wen Chi hesitated. He knew that it was not easy to boil a bowl of medicine, but he didn't expect that it would take several hours to boil it.

And what Shi Ye said was right, he and Ruofang would look up and see each other under the same roof all day, if he didn't drink this medicine for a day, he would One day to bear Ruofang's rants.

However, thinking about it this way, when Wen Chi gathered up the courage to take the medicine bowl from Shi Ye's hand, the unpleasant smell of medicine rushed into his nose.

He froze.

The next moment, he regretted it again, shoved the medicine bowl into Shi Ye's hand, turned and buried it in the quilt.

"I don't want to drink it." He was so sad, he felt like he had gotten into this bowl of medicine.

Shi Ye patted Wen Chi's back lightly, thinking for a moment before saying, "How about I drink with you?"

Wen Chi's face was still buried in the quilt, his voice sounded muffled and full of grievance: "Why do you drink with me?"

Shi Ye said, "Sit up."

But Wen Chi didn't want to sit up, he wanted to stick himself in the quilt with super glue.

Shi Ye was helpless and could only coax in a good voice.

After coaxing like this for a long time, Wen Chi reluctantly sat up straight under Shi Ye's pull. All his tears and snot were wiped on the quilt, and his face was clean. less, but his almond eyes were still red.

"How do you want to accompany me to drink?" Wen Chi glanced at the medicinal soup in Shi Ye's hand, and said angrily, "Are we half?"

The picture of Shi Ye drinking tocolytic pills…

He couldn't imagine it.

As soon as Wen Chi finished thinking about it, he watched Shi Ye put the medicine bowl to his lips, then raised his head and took a big mouthful of the medicine.

Wen Chi: “…”

Wen Chi thought he had read it wrong, but when he came back to his senses, he found that Shi Ye had really drank a big mouthful of anti-abortion pills. Is it harmful to his body, but he dare not take the risk.

"Hey! Are you crazy? You really drank it!" Wen Chi was angry and anxious, and put his hand on Shi Ye's lips, "Spit it out..."

Before Wen Chi's words were finished, Shi Ye grabbed the hand that he stretched out and pulled the man over.

"Shi Ye..." Wen Chi was taken aback by Shi Ye's sudden action. Before he could realize what happened, he felt Shi Ye's hand on the back of his head, preventing him from his way back.

Shi Ye quickly pressed down.

The light in front of Wen Chi suddenly dimmed, and then a lip came over.

Shi Ye slightly opened his lips and slowly passed the medicinal soup in his mouth to Wenchi's mouth.

Wen Chi was instantly overwhelmed by the overwhelming bitterness, his brows were twisted into a ball, and he subconsciously wanted to struggle, but after seeing Shi Ye's uncomfortable and not so good-looking face, he still forced the The impulse was suppressed.

A bowl of medicinal soup is not much, just four or five sips.

The medicinal soup was unpleasant to drink, Wen Chi's mouth was full of bitter taste, and some medicinal soup left brown marks along the corners of his mouth, meandering down on the fair and clean skin, Finally disappeared into the snow-white collar.

Wen Chi seemed to feel something, raised his hand and wiped it at the corner of his mouth at will.

He raised his eyes to look at Shi Ye, and found that Shi Ye's condition was not much better, the whole person seemed to be frozen in pain, there was no movement for a long time, only the pair of swords frowned very tight.

The two stared at each other with big eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, they both burst out laughing.

Seeing that you still persuaded me to drink that stuff, you obviously can't drink it yourself hahaha!"

Shi Ye put the empty medicine bowl aside, and patted Wen Chi's pouted ass: "Okay, stop laughing."

Wen Chi turned his head: "Hahaha!"

Shi Ye shook his head: "Stop laughing."

Wen Chi intensified, jumping up and down repeatedly at the limit of Shi Ye's tolerance: "Hahahahahaha! I just laughed hahahahahahaha!"

"..." Shi Ye was silent for a moment, and couldn't bear to turn over Wen Chi, who was lying on the bed with his back to him, and then leaned away, directly blocking Wen Chi's mouth.

“Mmmm…”

Wen Chi was caught off guard.

Kissing is a beautiful thing for Wen Chi, after all, when you open your eyes, you can see Shi Ye's handsome face. As a face control, he can naturally get great satisfaction.

But if you kiss with a mouthful of medicine...

Wen Chi is desperate, if he kisses like this again, I am afraid he will be sent away by the smell of medicine.

Fortunately, before he suffocated, Shi Ye released him.

Wen Chi's face turned blue, lying on his back on the bed, gasping for breath, he finally recovered, but in the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Shi Ye and wiped it with the back of his hand calmly The corners of his lips suddenly became angry.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Wen Chi angrily raised his foot and kicked Shi Ye.

How could Shi Ye suddenly grab his ankle.

Shi Ye held Wen Chi's foot in his hand, his fingertips swept across Wen Chi's foot, itching to the point of Wen Chi struggling, seeing that Shi Ye didn't want to let go, he raised another One foot kicked Shi Ye.

The other foot was also caught by Shi Ye.

Shi Ye grabbed Wen Chi's feet with both hands, he dragged Wen Chi towards him, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

Wen Chi was very angry, and regardless of whether Shi Ye was still holding his feet, he struggled to kick Shi Ye.

Shi Ye didn't seem to have expected Wen Chi's reaction to be so intense, and worried about the child in Wen Chi's stomach.

At this moment, Wen Chi was already dizzy, and he could not hear what Shi Ye said, just when one foot was empty, he immediately kicked at Shi Ye.

Shi Ye's attention was all on Wen Chi's stomach, and he was kicked to the chin by Wen Chi.

At this moment, Ruofang came in from outside.

She wanted to come in to see if Wen Chi was obediently drinking the medicine, but she didn't expect to see Wen Chi kicking Shi Ye's chin at first sight.

In an instant, Ruofang was so frightened that her face paled, and she froze in place and didn't dare to move.

Omg…

Does Mr. Wen know what he is doing? How dare he put his foot on His Royal Highness!

Even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince favors Young Master Wen, everything has a degree. There used to be so many favored concubines in the former palace.

Loving this thing can come and go quickly, no one can tell.

Young Master Wen is just jumping back and forth on the bottom line of His Royal Highness.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she almost fainted. She fell to the ground with a plop, and boldly reminded: "Master, Master!"

Her voice interrupted the two who were arguing.

Shi Ye and Wen Chi paused, turning to look at Ruofang, who was shivering on the ground.

Shi Ye didn't react at all.

But when Wen Chi noticed his feet being held by Shi Ye, he suddenly blushed.

"You let go." Wen Chi urged.

"You know how shy now?" Shi Ye raised his eyebrows, not only did not let go, but lowered his head and bit Wen Chi's toes lightly.

"..." Wen Chi's scalp was numb, and his head was about to explode, "Enough is enough."

Shi Ye wiped the saliva from Wen Chi's toes with his hands and let go before Wen Chi fry his hair. : "Take the medicine bowl away."

Ruo Fang just saw Shi Ye biting Wen Chi's toe with her own eyes. She almost thought that His Royal Highness Prince was possessed by a demon, but in a blink of an eye she saw Shi Ye's familiar cold expression , she realized that the man in front of her was His Royal Highness.

It's just that the bottom line of His Royal Highness towards Young Master Wen has been getting lower and lower.

"Yes." Ruofang didn't dare to delay, she got up from the ground on her hands and feet, took out a few hard candies from her cuff and handed them to Shi Ye, then quickly took the medicine bowl and went out.

Although the room is large, the sound insulation effect is not so obvious.

Ruofang and a few maids were guarding outside the house, and could vaguely hear the voices coming from the bedroom. Most of them were the words of His Royal Highness, and most of them were coaxing Young Master Wen.

Ruofang handed the medicine bowl to a maid, then returned to her position and began to be in a daze.

She thought she and Ruo Tao had enough patience with Young Master Wen, but now compared with His Royal Highness, she realized that they were far from enough.

In the same situation that Young Master Wen does not want to drink medicine, His Royal Highness seems to have more patience to coax Young Master Wen than them. On the other hand, Ruo Tao gave Young Master Wen medicine, and she did not stop her. …

Thinking of this, Ruofang's cheeks flushed with shame, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

No wonder Ruotao was punished so severely. If she were His Royal Highness, she would not let them off easily.

Ruofang felt guilty and regretful, and her unsatisfactory tears flowed out again. She suddenly heard some footsteps, and quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves. When she looked up, she saw Zuo Zhi walking from the front of the corridor Come.

"Zuozhi girl."

"Hmm." Zuo Zhi nodded and looked at the closed door with a blank expression, "Is His Royal Highness still inside?"

"Yes."

Zuo Zhi said nothing and waited outside the room with them.

Ruofang gradually calmed down, and quietly looked at Zuozhi from the corner of her eye.

How could she know that her eyes were quickly noticed by Zuo Zhi, Zuo Zhi didn't even turn her head, and said, "Is something wrong?"

Ruofang was startled, she retracted her gaze reflexively, she shook her head, and wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but after holding it for a while, she couldn't help but ask: " Miss Zuozhi, Ruo Tao, is she okay?"

"Very good." Zuo Zhi said, "I've eaten some flesh and blood, and I won't die."

The tip of Ruofang's nose is sore after hearing this.

Zuo Zhi turned to look at her, not knowing whether she was comforting her or expounding the facts: "You should all be glad that His Royal Highness has been changed a lot by Wen Gongzi. Ruo Tao's body has been thrown into the mass grave, and you can't stand here safely."

Although she didn't dare to think so, she had to admit that since meeting Young Master Wen, the cold-blooded and ruthless Crown Prince has gradually become more humane.

After a pause, Zuo Zhi turned back to look into the depths of the night in the distance, her eyes were quite complicated: "So don't provoke Young Master Wen, unless you don't want to live anymore."

Ruofang recalled the picture she saw in the bedroom just now, and couldn't help shivering: "I see, thank you Miss Zuozhi for reminding me."

As the days passed, the news of the emperor's death could no longer be suppressed.

In the afternoon, the soldiers posted notices all over the country, announcing the news of the emperor's death, followed by the fourth prince Shi Jin conspired with Concubine Rong and the Hua family to attempt a mutiny Grape news of the power grab.

These two bright and dark news are like two huge stones thrown into a calm lake one after another.

For a time, the originally calm lake surface was like boiling water.

Since ancient times, mutiny and seizing power can almost be equated with national turmoil. No matter who succeeds in the end, it must be the people who suffer.

The death of the emperor and the usurpation of the fourth prince made the people feel panic to varying degrees, and there were even many false news that the fourth prince and Concubine Rong had captured the prince, Just wait for the emperor's funeral to announce the fourth prince's succession.

The whole feudal country is panicking.

Even Wen Chi, who lives deep in the house, has heard a lot of gossip.