Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

Maybe one day he accidentally does something wrong or says the wrong thing, and I'm afraid he will be separated.

He clearly escaped the frame of the Wen family and the plot design, but unfortunately he could not escape the future tyrant Shi Ye.

The more Wen Chi thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and when he was angry, Ye was also angry at himself.

It's like forgetting his existence...

Wen Chi's back was against the edge of the wooden barrel, and his body slowly slid down.

Time flies slowly.

The feeling of suffocation climbed up little by little.

Wen Chi felt the air slowly withdraw from his chest, as if all the senses became distant for a moment, and there was only the swaying sound of water in his ears.

Drowning is very uncomfortable and requires a certain process to die.

During this period, countless thoughts of wanting to stand up poured out of Wen Chi's mind, all of which he forcibly endured.

Soon.

He's about to be free.

Wen Chi was in great pain, fortunately his consciousness had become blurred, he could not tell whether he was alive or dead, he could only hold his legs numbly, waiting for the darkness to be completely come.

He should be dead...

Finally, he thought.

Just as he was thinking about it, a hand suddenly fell from the sky, grabbed his hair and lifted him out of the water.

The intense pain suddenly recalled all of Wen Chi's consciousness, and he felt so clearly that he was out of the suffocating water, and the fresh air was blowing towards him.

Wen Chi no longer had the energy to think about what happened. He instinctively opened his mouth, gasping for breath, with no trace of blood on his pale face.

It was a long time before he struggled out of that despair.

Then he took a closer look and saw a familiar face.

Wen Chi: “…”

If he did not have hallucinations, at this moment, the noble prince Shi Ye squatted in front of the wooden barrel expressionlessly, with one hand on the edge of the wooden barrel and the other hand holding His hair, his eyes stared at him calmly.

Shi Ye was still wearing the clothes of the day, the black ink on his face was not wiped off, and the neckline was full of dots of ink.

Wen Chi stared blankly at the "masterpieces" on Shi Ye's body, all of which were made by him. I didn't expect that Shi Ye, who loves cleanliness so much, would come here without even changing his clothes.

The two looked at each other like that.

For a long time, Wen Chi couldn't help but said, "Are you looking for me?"

Shi Ye silently let go of the hand that was holding his hair, as if thinking for a moment, before pulling the corner of his mouth: "Do you know what happened to the last person who slapped Ben Gong?"

Wen Chi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"That person's heart was dug out by this palace." Shi Ye seemed to recall something bad, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was slowly pressed down, and a layer of frost covered his eyes , "Bengong wants her to watch Bengong crush her heart with her own eyes, and Bengong wants her to die too easily."

Wen Chi snorted.

He thought to himself that some people didn't show Shi Ye's face, it's not that they still died ugly.

Shi Ye took back his thoughts and returned to his indifferent expression. He said to Wen Chi, "So do you know what to do?"

Wen Chi said: "I don't know."

Shi Ye said, "Bengong will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

Wen Chi thought for a while, then suddenly tilted his head and asked solemnly: "I don't want to make up for my faults, can I apologize to me with death?"

Shi Ye didn't seem to have expected him to say these words, and there was a hint of consternation in his expression.

Wen Chi didn't wait for Shi Ye to react, and plunged into the hot water again.

Just as he was immersed in it, Shi Ye grabbed his hair again and lifted him out of the water like a chicken.

Wen Chi only felt the water rushing past his ears, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Shi Ye's sullen face.

"Bengong was waiting for you by the lake, and I came to Zhudiju to wait for you. Igong waited for you for so long, and you didn't even say a word of apology. In front of you looking for life and death, do you think this palace is reluctant to let you die?"

Even though Shi Ye was still wearing a half-face mask, his appearance at this time was still scary, the anger in his eyes almost overflowed along his eyes, and even had a vague killing intent.

Wen Chi was grabbed by Shi Ye's hair, just like the little chick held by Shi Ye, he didn't dare to move.

Shi Ye approached him with a livid face, and all the heat he exhaled sprinkled on his face: "Do you think death can solve everything? Do you think Ben Gong will let you die so easily? Ben Gong Let me tell you, death is not painful, it is the process of death that is painful, if you really want to die, this palace can fulfill you and let you die for seven days and seven nights.”

Wen Chi was so frightened that he even began to regret not dying earlier.

At this moment, he could only look at Shi Ye who was burning with anger, he believed that Shi Ye did what he said, and believed that Shi Ye really had the ability to let him die for seven days and seven nights.

Shi Ye's hand holding his hair slides down to his cheek, and finally pinches his chin.

"Tell this palace." Shi Ye's voice was hoarse, and he was obviously very angry just now, "Do you still want to die?"

still frightened.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Just because I've served you for so many days, give me a treat."

The strength of Shi Ye's hand was sharply reduced.

Wen Chi hissed in pain.

Shi Ye smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Why must Ben Gong kill you?"

Wen Chi shivered: "Anyway, I got into trouble, and I can't escape death."

Hearing this, Shi Ye was stunned.

But Wen Chi couldn't hold back the fear that came from his heart.

He cried silently and had no expression on his face, but his red eyes and nose betrayed his inner emotions.

Shi Ye regained his senses and saw Wen Chi biting his lip, desperately suppressing the trembling of his shoulders.

"Bengong will not kill you." After Shi Ye finished speaking, even he didn't know what he was thinking, he actually let go of Wen Chi's chin and turned into a man who caressed his cheek. Gestures, "If Ben Gong wants to kill you, you have died hundreds of times now."

Shi Ye's thumb brushed from the corner of Wen Chi's eyes, and warm tears immediately wet his fingertips.

He stared straight at his fingers for a while, and suddenly, he retracted his hand and licked the tears from his fingertips.

It was salty.

No other taste except salty.

Every time Wen Chi cried so hard, he could see Wen Chi's tears running down the corners of his mouth, he never cried, and never tasted the taste of tears, he thought tears were colorless and tasteless , did not expect it to be so salty.

Shi Ye suppressed the salty taste on the tip of his tongue and sighed helplessly: "Why do you cry so much."

Wen Chi choked for a moment and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

"Young Master Wen!" Ruofang's worried voice came from outside the door, "Young Master Wen, are you alright? The Crown Prince has come down and is waiting for you in the outer hall."

Wen Chi was startled, and subconsciously buried himself in the water, revealing only a pair of round, red eyes.

He looked at Shi Ye quietly, only to see that Shi Ye's face finally eased down to the bottom, his whole face was as black as the black robe on his body.

Seeing this, Wen Chi hurriedly shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm not well, you ask him to wait a little longer!"

After saying this, Wen Chi also tasted it.

He thought that Shi Ye stepped into the bathroom with the permission of Ruotao and Ruofang, but Ruofang didn't know what he came in at all.

Dare to love this dog prince or sneak in to see him take a bath!

Wen Chi was shy and angry, but he was even more cowardly. After Shi Ye said something that would make him die for seven days and seven nights, he didn't even dare to die...

Ruofang outside the door did not hear any movement for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on the door again.

"Young Master Wen? Are you asleep? If it is inconvenient for the son to move, the slaves will serve the son."

Since Ruofang began to serve Wenchi, she has never done anything like dressing and bathing in Wenchi. Never let her and Ruo Tao get close.

However, the situation is special this time. After Young Master Wen came back from the tea banquet, he became strange. Even his clothes were torn to pieces, and he didn't know if he was injured, and His Royal Highness was still in the outer hall. Wait, don't let them delay.

Ruofang shouted several times but got no response, gritted her teeth, and pushed the door in.

As soon as she put her hand on the door, the door of the bathroom opened from the inside.

A tall figure appeared in front of him.

Ruofang raised her head in confusion, and saw the expressionless His Royal Highness standing in front of the bathroom door, her long eyelashes hanging down, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, her unhappy eyes Looking down at her from above.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Ruo Fang was so frightened that she couldn't even speak, and she didn't have the guts to wonder why His Highness would suddenly stand up from his wheelchair, "Why is His Highness here? Young Master Wen, he…”

Shi Ye said: "He is very good."

"But..." Ruofang was almost shrunk into a ball by the momentum of Shi Ye's body, her legs were weak, but she still tried to look into the bathroom, "Young Master Wen for so long I haven't come out yet, the slave wants to go in and serve the son..."

Shi Ye snorted coldly: "Do I need you to serve?"

Ruofang's trembling voice stopped abruptly.

Shi Ye said: "Go outside and guard, don't let anyone in."

Ruofang quickly answered yes and ran away like a gust of wind.

Shi Ye closed the door, turned around and walked in. Behind the screen, Wen Chi was quietly soaking his legs in the water.

Hearing the footsteps of Shi Ye approaching, Wen Chi raised his eyelids and fixed his eyes on Shi Ye's cheek.

Shi Ye noticed Wen Chi's gaze and touched his face for unknown reasons.

Wen Chi thought to herself that when Shi Ye found out that it was not as good as him, he raised his finger and pointed at Shi Ye's face: "His Royal Highness, there is a villain drawn on your left cheek by accident. ink."

Shi Ye walked to the bucket without changing his face, squatted down, looked into the water, and saw his indistinct face reflected on the water, the black ink on the left cheek Especially obvious.

Wen Chi didn't know if Shi Ye would lose his temper on the spot, he pressed his back closer to the edge of the bucket, slowed his breathing and waited for Shi Ye's next reaction, as if waiting for the judgment of death.

However, Shi Ye stared at the water in a daze, without making any movement for a long time.

After a long time, Shi Ye suddenly reached out and dipped the hot water in the bucket, and wiped the black ink on his cheek with his thumb.

Wen Chi: “…”

Shi Ye wiped it carefully.

Just as Shi Ye was about to wipe it clean, the shocked Wen Chi couldn't help reminding: "His Royal Highness, this is the villain's bath water..."