Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

    The sedan chair was tossing and turning, and the warm pool inside the sedan chair was drowsy.

    When he arrived at the East Palace, he had slept on and off for several times.

    Xi Po led him out of the sedan chair, although he had a red hijab on his head, he could feel that the sky was getting dark at the moment, and the lanterns and candles carried by the people on both sides barely illuminated the way forward road.

    The surroundings are very quiet.

    After walking a short distance and bypassing many obstacles, Wen Chi was finally helped by Xi Po to sit in front of the bed.

    Wen Chi breathed a sigh of relief, wanted to rub her sore legs, and remembered that Mrs. Xi had not left, so she had to endure it.

    He remembered that in the ancient costume TV series he watched before, when the heroine got married, Feng Guanxia was so happy already?

    And—

    Where is the prince?

    Is this marriage his one-man show?

    Thinking of this, Wen Chi couldn't help feeling a little fortunate.

    It is best if the prince does not come.

    Never come.

    Xi Po stood in front of the bed without saying a word, Wen Chi could only sit quietly beside the bed.

    It took a while.

    Grandma Xi seemed to want to understand something and said, "It's getting late. I must be busy with the Prince's business and can't get out of the way. Young Master Wen, don't wait, let's rest early."

    Happiness comes too fast, like a tornado.

    Wen Chi hurriedly pressed the corners of her upturned mouth, and replied obediently, "It's work."

    After Madam Xi led a few maids away, only Wen Chi was left in the bedroom. He sat and waited for a while, and when no one came in, he slowly rubbed off his feet shoes, and gently lay down on the bed.

    Ah…

    Comfortable.

    Wen Chi closed his eyes and lay down for a while, his thoughts drifted to and fro on the dowry packaged by the Wen family. The two wooden boxes were placed outside, and I don’t know what was inside something.

    He only hoped that Mammy Chen would not put the five **** pictures in it. When he left, he hid the pictures of the **** palace under the mattress, and Mammy Chen should not be able to turn it over.

    Thinking about it, he felt sleepy.

     Soon, darkness covered all his consciousness.

    Wen Chi's sleep status has always been very good. When he came home from get off work, he would fall asleep in a second with his pillow on. As long as there is no natural disaster or man-made disaster or robbery, he can not even dream a single one. Sleep till dawn.

    But for some reason, he didn't sleep well this time.

    In a trance, as if cold fingers were swimming on his cheeks, the cold touch penetrated from the skin that was attached, and penetrated into his sensory nerves like flowing water.

    He shuddered suddenly and wanted to turn over, but suddenly realized something in the next moment.

    He paused, then opened his eyes—

    Two red candles were burning in the bedroom, and the warm yellow light filled the room.

    In just an instant, Wen Chi saw the person in front of the bed clearly.

    The man was tall, but he was sitting on a wooden wheelchair. His long black hair was like ink, which was casually draped over his shoulders. The most striking thing was his face - the right part They were all burn marks, like earthworms circling their faces, and they were also pitted by the light of candles.

    At first glance, it is terrifying.

    Prince, prince? !

    He won't come!

    Wen Chi was in no mood to see how the prince's left face looked, his body was stiff, he gasped in fright, and almost fainted.

    Fortunately he held on.

    However, in the next second, he desperately found that the cold touch in the dream was not an illusion, but a real hand swimming on his face.

    It is the hand of the prince.

    At this moment, Shi Ye's hand squeezed his chin with such strength that his tears burst out in pain.

      Ugly thing climbing up."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Wait, taunting is taunting, why bring personal attacks?

    Because the red mole between his eyebrows is not big, do you call him ugly? Don't take moles like this and take people, bro.

    But that's not the point.

    "I didn't, I didn't, I was wronged!" Wen Chi burst into tears, "His Royal Highness, I swear I don't have such big ambitions, I just want to eat and wait to die. !"

     Hearing the words, Shi Ye suddenly fell silent, and his originally grim expression twitched a few times.

    After a while, Shi Ye curled the corners of his mouth: "Ugly unpromising thing."

    Wen Chi cried even more.

    Why are you still attacking him personally!

    But soon, Wen Chi stopped crying.

    Because the prince let go of his chin, the hand continued to swim down, and finally slowly pinched his neck.

    "..." Wen Chi's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Prince, spare your life..."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Ye increased his strength.

    Wen Chi, who was strangled by Destiny's throat, suddenly lost her voice.

    Shi Ye's fingers are very long and cold, just wrapping around Wen Chi's slender neck, as if he can easily take Wen Chi's head off with a little force .

    Wen Chi didn't dare to resist, he didn't even dare to take a breath, and looked at Shi Ye with red eyes.

    The breath of death descended from the sky, trapping him tightly.

    Shi Ye was interested, and slowly approached Wen Chi with his face full of burn marks. A cool smile hung on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't laugh in a hurry. There was nothing to see, it was deserted.

    "Who taught you to use this trick?" Shi Ye said in a laughing voice, his face was disfigured, but his voice was surprisingly pleasant.

    Wen Chi shrank his shoulders, shivering, pitiful, weak, and helpless.

    He naturally knows what Shi Ye is talking about, maybe others don't, but he, who has read the novel three times, knows it all.

    Don't look at Shi Ye's eccentric temperament, but he has a strange hobby - that is, he doesn't like to kill cowardly people, especially the crying bag who often frightens his legs.

    He was like a cat, he regarded those people as mice, and slowly played and tortured until the mouse lost his life.

    Although this process is a bit cruel, it saved my life in the early stage.

    Wen Chi used some cleverness in this.

    I didn't expect to be seen through by Shi Ye.

      I dare not kill you?"

    A strong sense of suffocation climbed to Wen Chi's forehead in an instant, and big drops of cold sweat ooze out on his forehead.

    Although he knew for a long time that the tyrant was not easy to deal with, he still underestimated the blood of the tyrant.

    I'm afraid he'll be here tonight.

    Wen Chi quickly prepared himself mentally, so he continued to lie down without any intention of resisting.

    She even closed her eyes peacefully.

    However, he waited for a long time and did not wait for the severe pain he imagined.

    Wen Chi quietly opened his eyes a little, but he didn't expect to see Shi Yesen's cold and gloomy face, the smile on his face just now disappeared. His phoenix eyes were like an iceberg, staring straight at Wen Chi coldly.

    The hairs on Wen Chi's body stood up.

    Then, Shi Ye let go.

    "Are you not afraid of death?" Shi Ye said, "Then I won't let you wish."

    Wen Chi: "..." is not childish.

    Although he was very depressed inside, Wen Chi was lucky enough to die. On the surface, he still had to be respectful. Rainbow fart opened his mouth and said, "Prince Xie, spare your life. From now on, I will serve the prince as a bull and a horse. To repay the great kindness of the prince, from today onwards, I, Wen Liang, are the prince's person, die the prince's ghost, and belong to the prince for the rest of my life."

    Shi Ye said: "Gentle."

    Wen Chi was free and got up from the bed in a hurry: "What is the prince's order?"

    Shi Ye said nothing and looked at Wen Chi unpredictably.

    Wen Chi lowered his head. He felt that the crown of his head was about to be bald by the prince.

    Fortunately, after a while, Shi Ye let him go.

    "Good gentleman, you better remember what you said tonight."

    After saying that, Shi Ye raised his hand and waved it in the air at will.

    Only then did Wen Chi realize that there was a beautiful maid standing in the shadow in the corner of the bedroom. The wheelchair is out.

    Wen Chi watched Shi Ye and the maid leave, and after they disappeared outside the door, he got out of bed and ran over to close the door.

    He sat in front of the bronze mirror, and saw a few clear fingerprints on his white neck.

    He touched his neck in a daze, it hurt a little, and he felt that he had been scared out of cold sweat.

    Next day.

    Mother Li, who was in charge of the palace, brought two palace maids and a little **** for Wenchi to use.

    Wen Chi lives in the Bamboo Flute Residence in the East Palace, but unfortunately, apart from the nice name, there is no other merit that can be praised - the Bamboo Flute Residence is small in size, with two rooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, In addition, there is a small courtyard, which is about a hundred square meters, and the decoration is outdated. There is a large bamboo forest behind it, which is strange to see.

    But not bad.

    At least there is a small kitchen, and there are palace maids and eunuchs to serve.

    Wen Chi, who only complained in the morning, turned his head and was satisfied.

    The two maids were named Ruofang and Ruotao. Seeing that they were only fourteen or fifteen years old, they clenched their fingers and buried their heads timidly, not daring to look directly into Wen Chi's eyes.

    Wen Chi had a headache when he read Ping An, and sent him and Ruofang Ruotao to other places, and then went back to the bed to lie down.

    Soon after lying down, Ping An flew over in a hurry.

    "Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen." Ping An shouted, "There is another person from the East Palace."

    Wen Chi didn't move, didn't even open his eyes: "There is a lot of turnover in the palace, isn't it normal?"

    Ping'an couldn't understand what Wen Chi was saying, he scratched his head, knelt carefully in front of the bed, and poured out the news he had just inquired: "I heard that the person who came in today is too The second son of the Fu family and the fifth girl of the Hussar General's family."

    Wen Chi opened his eyes curiously: "What are they doing in the East Palace?"

    "Of course it's the same as Young Master Wen." Ping An whispered, "Married to His Royal Highness."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    I only heard of installment repayment, and he saw installment marriage for the first time.

    The author has something to say:  The names of different eras are also different. I have checked the information for a long time, but I am still a little confused.

    So call these as private, call them "Master" and "Mrs."