Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

    With just a few words, Wen Chi successfully blocked the mouths of the officials who were talking just now.

    For a while, the atmosphere in the study fell silent again.

    Wen Chi looked at the earthy faces of the officials, and finally felt a bit embarrassed. Close your mouth.

    After a while, the official bowed to the prince: "His Royal Highness, the minister thinks that dealing with the locust plague is not a trivial matter. In recent years, our country has spent a lot of money and material resources, but unfortunately the results are very small, and now this is hot. The potato has fallen into the hands of the four princes. Although the fourth prince has recruited talents from the people and tried their best to control the locust plague, this matter is not done overnight, I am afraid it will take three or five years of work... Such a rare opportunity, if we do not take the opportunity to cut it off The right-hand man of the Fourth Prince is also a huge loss for us!"

    The official said it with sincerity, but unfortunately the crown prince still propped his chin in a bored manner, and he didn't know whether he heard the official's words in his ears.

    After the official said, he lowered his eyebrows and buried his head.

    The other two officials were also anxiously waiting for the prince's answer.

    Wen Chi also subconsciously put his breathing to the lightest, and imitated Zhu Gonggong to regard himself as a background board - now he knows why Shi Ye in the novel loves to die so much. A wolfishly ambitious official instigated one sentence from left to right, and there is no guarantee that Shi Ye's ambition will not be aroused.

    Those officials looked sanctimonious and looked very upright, but none of them thought about the common people from the bottom of their hearts, and none of them cared about the locust plague in Jinzhou, they were concerned about It's all about power, status, and political struggles.

    Wen Chi sighed secretly, he naturally did not want the prince to listen to the opinions of those officials, he and the prince together were a combination of cannon fodder and villain, the aura of the protagonist would not come to them. What's more, the protagonist has a system that predicts the future. If the prince insists on fighting with the fourth prince, it will be like a moth to the flame.

    When the prince is gone, will he, a cannon fodder who lives on the prince, be far from death?

    It's a pity that he has no say in this matter...

    Wen Chi looked down at the dark red carpet under his feet, but he didn't know that Shi Ye's eyes were always on him, and he also saw the insignificant change in his expression into his eyes.

    "Wonderful." Shi Ye suddenly said, "What's your opinion?"

    Wen Chi was stunned for a while, and then realized that his current name was "Wenliang", and immediately said in a panic: "Back to His Royal Highness, the little talent is ignorant of learning, and I don't know what to do."

    When the official heard the word "Wenliang", he was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he guessed his identity, and for a while he could hardly hide the shock in his expression.

    His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he actually allowed a concubine to enter the study to listen to them discuss important matters...

    This is ridiculous!

    The official immediately cupped his hands and said: "His Royal Highness, this minister thinks that this matter is sooner rather than later, for fear of missing the opportunity."

    Shi Ye raised his hand suddenly.

    The officer was so frightened that he immediately stopped his voice.

    "We will discuss this matter later." Shi Ye said, "Go ahead."

    This tone is like driving a puppy. When did the three important court officials receive such treatment? Even the current sage has given them three points, but the prince's temper is more incomprehensible than the emperor. They dare not speak in front of the prince.

    The three officials were hesitant to say anything, but in the end they each withdrew unwillingly.

    The study was quiet.

    Wen Chi wondered if he should quit too.

    At this time, Shi Ye said, "Eat."

    These words were obviously addressed to Wen Chi. Except for Wen Chi, the maids and eunuchs in the study were all motionless, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads, as if they were being held.

    Before Wen Chi's brain could react, he obediently picked up the cake on the table with both hands, put it to his mouth, and ate it in small bites.

    He knew that the prince had a bad temper, so he ate it very carefully, but he didn't dare to delay, and in the blink of an eye he wiped out the three plates of cakes on the table.

    When he was warming up the pool, Shi Ye tilted his head to look at him.

    Wen Chi didn't know what was on his face, but it was worth Shi Ye looking at him for so long.

    In fact, he had a lot of doubts in his heart. At this point, he couldn't feel that Shi Ye treated him differently from others. When Shi Ye asked him for his opinion on the management of the locust plague, those few The officer's jaw dropped to the ground in shock.

    But he couldn't figure it out.

    What is so special about him to Shi Ye? Could it be that Shi Ye will be controlled by the system when he is fixed like him?

    Wen Chi was thinking about it when he heard Shi Ye say lightly, "Is it delicious?"

    Wen Chi returned to his senses and nodded hastily: "Delicious."

    Shi Ye glanced at Eunuch Zhu.

     Eunuch Zhu got the order and hurriedly walked out of the study with small steps.

    Not long after, several maids filed in with delicate saucers, carefully placed the saucers on the table, and backed away with their heads buried.

    Shi Ye said: "Continue."

    Wen Chi ate so much that he almost vomited, but he had to bite the bullet and keep stuffing it into his mouth.

    Shi Ye seemed to find joy in it, and observed Wen Chi's rather painful expression with interest, he didn't mean to let Wen Chi stop.

    In the end, Wen Chi, who could no longer eat, struggled for a long time between being held to death and being strangled to death by the prince. He chose the latter. After taking a big sip from the teacup, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "I can't eat it anymore."

    Shi Ye was not angry, and asked strangely, "Don't you like to eat?"

    Three black lines appeared on Wen Chi's forehead: "If you like it, you should stop at it. I like to eat it, but that doesn't mean I have to eat them all in one go."

    Just as he finished speaking, Eunuch Zhu's shrill voice suddenly exploded: "Bold!"

    Wen Chi shuddered with fright, and then he remembered the tone of his words just now, his face paled, he hurriedly stood up from the couch, and fell to the ground with a plop.

    "The villain is confused for a while, I beg the Prince's Palace to come down and sin!"

    "Wenliang, you are so bold, how dare you speak to His Highness the Prince in such a rebellious tone." Eunuch Zhu said angrily, "Someone!"

    Two little eunuchs hurried over.

    "Take people down!"

    "Yes."

    The two little eunuchs immediately suppressed Wen Chi.

    I don't know where they got so much strength, they drag Wen Chi from the ground abruptly, in order to prevent Wen Chi from resisting, they did their best.

    However, Wen Chi never thought of resisting. When he was dragged out of the study, he looked desperately at the half plate of cakes left on the table-knowing that this day would come so quickly, he might as well do it A full-fledged ghost.

    woooooooooo…

    Then he was dragged away.

    In the study, Eunuch Zhu clenched the whisk in his hand, and watched the prince's reaction from the corner of his heart.

    I saw the prince resting his cheek with one hand, looking at the half plate of cakes thoughtfully.

    Eunuch Zhu thought that the prince was concerned about what happened just now, so he gave the little **** a look beside him.

    The little **** stood still for a moment.

    Rao is that Eunuch Zhu has been with the prince for so long, and at this moment he can't figure out the meaning of the prince, he considered for a moment, bowed his waist humbly, and answered cautiously: "If the servant doesn't have dazzling eyes, If so, just now Young Master Wen has been looking at this plate of cakes... This person is really, he is still caring for that mouth when he is about to die."

    How could he know that he had finished speaking, the prince burst into laughter.

    "This is him." The prince murmured, as if caught in a certain memory, "timid and greedy, like a mouse that sees nothing."

    Eunuch Zhu said with a sad face: "His Royal Highness, this servant is stupid and doesn't understand what His Royal Highness means."

    "You don't need to understand." After speaking, the prince changed the subject, "Who said he was dying? Did you make a decision for this palace?"

     Eunuch Zhu turned pale, threw himself to his knees, kowtowed and said, "It's the servant who makes his own claims, the servant knows he's wrong, and the servant calls for someone to bring Young Master Wen back."

    "That's it." The prince said, "Let him go back."

    Wen Chi thought he was done.

    Unexpectedly, he was dragged to the open space outside by the two little eunuchs, and a palace maid hurried out and said a few words in the ears of the two little eunuchs. The attitude of the little **** towards Wen Chi immediately changed by 180 degrees, and he bowed and sent Wen Chi back to the Bamboo Flute Garden.

    Back to the house, Ruofang and Ruotao were gathering milk skins in front of the milk bucket. When they saw him coming back, they smiled and called out Mr. Wen.

    Wen Chi responded ignorantly.

    "Young Master Wen, is there anything wrong with you?" Ping An carefully noticed that Wen Chi's face was ugly, and said with concern, "The servant will go and ask an imperial doctor to show you."

    Wen Chi stopped him: "No need."

    "But Mr. Wen..."

    "I'll take a nap." After Wen Chi finished speaking, he couldn't hold back and pulled Ping An aside, "How long have you been in the palace?"

    Ping An winked curiously: "If you return to Young Master Wen, the slave entered the palace at the age of eight, and it has been seven years since then."

    Wen Chi asked again: "Have you been staying in the East Palace?"

    Nodding peacefully: "The slave has been working in the East Palace for the past seven years."

    Wen Chi paused before continuing to ask, "Do you know what kind of person the prince is?"