Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

Since Wenchi came to this world, I can't even tell the difference between weekdays and weekends, let alone remember these festivals.

When I heard Eunuch Zhu say this, I felt a sense of joy that I had not seen for a long time, as if looking at the lively scene on the street, I also got so much popularity in myself, at least in the During this Dragon Boat Festival, what he saw in front of his eyes was no longer the cold East Palace and the bamboo flute residence with only a few people.

Wen Chi looked at the busy street outside the window and was fascinated.

At this moment, Shi Ye's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Want to go out and have a look?"

Wen Chi snapped back to his senses, turned his head and saw Shi Ye holding his chin in one hand, staring at him indifferently, and Wen Chi's slightly confused expression reflected in his dark eyes. Ye didn't seem to be interested in the hustle and bustle outside, but Wen Chi's unseen appearance made him quite interesting.

Hearing this, Wen Chi immediately sounded the alarm.

According to his experience, if Prince Gou is so active, nothing good will happen.

So Wen Chi refused without thinking: "His Royal Highness, it's getting late, we'll leave for the palace earlier."

Unfortunately, Shi Ye was not only unmoved, but patiently tempted: "You rarely go out of the palace, and it's so lively outside, do you really want to go out and see?"

Wen Chi sternly said: "The villain just wants to return to the palace early."

Shi Ye said: "No, you want to."

Wen Chi said: "The villain really doesn't want to..."

Shi Ye didn't speak any more, but took away his hand supporting his chin, and his eyes gradually became cold when he looked at Wen Chi. Leng Yi: "Bengong asks you again, do you want to go out? After thinking about it, tell Bengong."

Wen Chi: “…”

How could he smell a strong threatening aura from Shi Ye's words? He seriously suspected that it was Shi Ye who wanted to go out for a walk but couldn't keep his face down, so he put his hat on his head with his backhand.

He really doesn't want to go oooooooooooooo...

Even if you want to go, it's not going with Shi Ye!

Although Wen Chi didn't want to agree, but after struggling for a while, he still succumbed to Prince Gou's lewdness/force: "Little, villain wants to go..."

Shi Ye chuckled softly, narrowing his long and narrow eyes, he looked like he was smiling, but he didn't know how much of the smile in his eyes was real or fake , he said cheerfully: "Let's go."

After listening to Shi Ye's instructions, Eunuch Zhu, who was standing by the side, methodically took out a half-face mask from his cuff, knelt on the ground, and carefully put the half-face mask on Shi Ye's face.

Wen Chi wondered if Eunuch Zhu put a very cloth bag in his cuff, how could anything be taken out of the cuff?

When Eunuch Zhu finished this, he stood up straight and tried to push the wheelchair.

Seeing this, Wen Chi quickly stood up, ready to follow Shi Ye's wheelchair.

Eunuch Zhu hesitated for a moment: "But His Royal Highness..."

Shi Ye ignored Eunuch Zhu and directly turned his attention to Wen Chi, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb: "Come here."

Wen Chi was named inexplicably, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he lowered his eyes to meet Shi Ye's calm gaze, the words of refusal were all blocked in the throat Inside, he swallowed quietly and walked over with difficulty to grab the handle of the wheelchair.

Shi Ye said: "Go."

Wen Chi glanced at Eunuch Zhu, who looked lost but didn't dare to say anything. He couldn't help but feel a sense of mutual pity, he sighed secretly, and pushed the wheelchair out. Private room.

The wheelchair under Shi Ye looks cumbersome, but it is very cleverly designed. Not only can it be controlled by Shi Ye himself, but it is not so laborious for Wen Chi to push it. No wonder it has always been the one named Zuo Zhi thin maid pushing a wheelchair.

Out of the restaurant, it is a lively market.

Wen Chi looked around, dazzled, and didn't know which way to go, so he had to ask Shi Ye: "Tai... Master Shi, where do you want to go?"

Shi Ye still lacked interest and said, "Just walk around."

Since Shi Ye said so, Wen Chi walked around aimlessly. Since he was still pushing Shi Ye, he didn't dare to join in the fun, so he could only walk in the middle of the street.

Fortunately, the atmosphere of the market is very full, even if you just walk around, you can feel the festive atmosphere from the laughter and laughter around.

Walking to a street vendor, Wen Chi saw an aunt selling zongzi.

The ancient zongzi was slightly different from the modern zongzi. The ancient zongzi was smaller, and instead of glutinous rice but millet rice wrapped in the leaves, those zongzi were piled up after being steamed by the aunt. put them in bamboo baskets, steaming hot.

Wen Chi was a little moved when he saw it, he couldn't help but stop, tilted his head and asked Shi Ye, "Master Shi, do you want to eat zongzi?"

Shi Ye glanced at his aunt who was shouting, and said in a low voice, "Don't eat."

"Oh, okay." Wen Chi's excited tone suddenly became lonely, but he soon realized that he couldn't hide his emotions just now, and hurriedly added with a smile, "Then let's go Look ahead."

Shi Ye suddenly said, "If you want to eat, you can buy it."

Wen Chi was stunned for a while, then excited again: "Really?"

"When did I tell a lie?" Shi Ye tilted his head and said casually, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his hand, spread his palm, and there was a silver ingot on it.

"Master Shi, keep it." Wen Chi hurriedly said, "I have money."

All the money was accumulated in the box, and today I finally took it out and used it.

When Shi Ye heard Wen Chi say this, he didn't force him and took his hand back.

From the angle of Wenchi, you can just see the half of Shi Ye's face that is not covered by the mask, the red and yellow interlaced light on the street has plated a light layer on his cold white skin The light still gave birth to a cold feeling that strangers should not approach.

For some reason, Wen Chi felt that Shi Ye had a lot of thoughts tonight.

Just after thinking about this, Shi Ye turned around and frowned impatiently: "Why don't you go quickly?"

"Okay." Wen Chi instantly put away those messy thoughts and slipped away, "I'm going."

Wen Chi bought four zongzi, which were a little hot just after they were steamed. The aunt wrapped them in a lotus leaf and tied them tightly with thin threads, and handed them to Wen Chi with the end of the thread.

After paying the money, Wen Chi picked up the dumplings, and when he walked back, he saw the vendor who was pinching the villain.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he quickened his pace and ran to Shi Ye's side: "Master Shi, can I give you a gadget?"

Shi Ye looked at him coldly.

Wen Chi agreed that Shi Ye would not speak, and immediately pushed Shi Ye's wheelchair to the stall. He took out the money and talked with the vendor for a while, and the vendor gave him a lump of mud .

Shi Ye watched Wen Chi happily take the lump of mud, and had a bad feeling: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Chi smiled: "I want to use this lump of mud to make a young master Shi."

Shi Ye: "…"

Wen Chi saw Shi Ye's eyes sank, and then he realized that he had just made up his own mind, and remembered Shi Ye's usual style, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly The mud ball hid behind him, so frightened that he even stuttered: "Master Shi, I was wrong, I, I just pinch a small animal."

Shi Ye said: "No."

Wen Chi was stunned for a while, and then cautiously said, "What does Mr. Shi want me to pinch?"

"Pinch me." Shi Ye propped his chin, like a crowd of melon eaters watching the excitement, "Seeing how confident you are, I would like to see what you can squeeze that lump of mud into."

Wen Chi was instructed, quietly hung the dumplings on Shi Ye's wheelchair, and then squeezed the clay figurine hard.

Although he has never pinched a clay figurine, he used to play with plasticine very well. It is not difficult for him to make plasticine into a realistic version of the villain. Just a few features.

However, Wen Chi underestimated the difficulty of kneading a clay figurine. Clay **** are different from plasticine. The clay **** do not feel good, hard, and sticky. With sweat all over his face, he finally pinched a slightly decent clay figurine under the guidance of the vendor.

Just—

This clay figurine is so ugly, the eyes are not eyes, the nose is not a nose...

Wen Chi and the clay figurines stared at each other for a long time, their expressions getting more and more embarrassing.

"Young Master Shi..." Wen Chi remembered what he had sworn to say just now, and his guts turned green with regret, "I'm not good at pinching, so let the boss do it."

Shi Ye stared at the clay figurine whose shape was barely discernible in Wen Chi's hand, and smiled: "It seems that you are just like that."

Wen Chi bowed his head in shame.

"That's it." Shi Ye said, "That's it."

Wen Chi raised his head sharply, the next moment his whole face turned red: "No, no, this is too ugly..."

Shi Ye ignored him and raised his chin at the vendor: "Color."

"Okay." The vendor saw that the boy in the wheelchair was not an ordinary person, so he favored the latter without even thinking about it between Wen Chi and Shi Ye. The clay figurine in Wenchi's hand started to color quickly.

The skill of the street vendor is much better than that of Wenchi. After painting the clay figurine, although it is still ugly, it is not so conspicuous.

Wen Chi watched helplessly as Shi Ye took the clay figurine from the vendor and held it in his hand for a long time, feeling so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into the air on the spot.

Shi Ye finished looking at it, and said to him meaningfully: "So I grew up like this in your heart."

"..." Wen Chi shook his head into a rattle and said tremblingly, "No, no, Mr. Shi, you are handsome and handsome, but it's a pity that my clumsy hands can't squeeze your The high-spirited aura, this may be the most regrettable thing in my life."

After speaking, Wen Chi let out a long sigh and looked up at the night sky sadly at a forty-five degree angle.

"Since you said so, I'll be ruthless if I don't help." Shi Ye put away the clay figurine with a half-smile, "I'll ask Zhu Xian to prepare things for you when I go back, so that you can You can pinch it every day, lest you leave regrets in your life."

Wen Chi: "..." is not necessary.

Wen Chi once again realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot, but what a shame that he was so hurt that he couldn't show it!

Wen Chi turned to look.

I saw a young man in cyan clothes being shoved to and shoved by a group of juveniles jokingly.

Soon, the youth in green was pushed and turned half a circle, revealing a face full of tears and extremely pale.

Wen Chi was stunned for a moment - isn't that person Wenliang?