Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

      The servant has already fulfilled Young Master Wen's orders."

    Wen Chi was stunned for a moment, then said, "What order?"

    "Didn't Mr. Wen instruct the servants to pull up all the weeds in the courtyard a few days ago?" Ping An said happily, "The servants have already been cleaned up, does Mr. Wen want to check it?"

    Wen Chi waved his hand perfunctorily: "No, just finish it."

    After finishing speaking, Wen Chi spread his legs and prepared to go inside.

    Too many things crammed into his mind as if it were going to explode.

    As a result, Wen Chi was just walking a distance, and Ping An chased after him at a trot.

    "Young Master Wen, where did you go yesterday?"

    Wen Chi kept walking and glanced at Ping An in confusion.

    I saw Ping Ping's eyes wide open, and said cautiously: "Yesterday, the servant heard Ruofang saying that Young Master Wen went out of the palace with His Royal Highness, the servant thought that Young Master Wen was coming back at night, But last night the servant waited all night, and did not wait for Young Master Wen to come back."

    Wen Chi is really curious: "What are you waiting for me to do? Are you looking for me?"

    "It's not..." Seeing Wen Chi asking this question, Ping An seemed to think that Wen Chi was suspicious of him, and immediately blushed, and hurriedly explained, "In order to fulfill Wen Gongzi's orders, the servant has been working day and night these days. I was pulling weeds in the courtyard, I didn't see Young Master Wen come back yesterday, I was just a little worried."

     Wen Chi suddenly stopped.

    Ping An followed Wen Chi, and almost hit Wen Chi unexpectedly, but when he turned his toes, he regained his strength almost instantly and stood firmly on the spot.

    "Young Master Wen?"

    Wen Chi calmly glanced at Ping An's feet, and then cast his eyes on Ping An's face.

    Ping An was inexplicably looked at by him, and couldn't help touching his face: "Is there something dirty on the slave's face?"

    Wen Chi said: "No."

    Safely retracted his hand and asked anxiously, "Why does Young Master Wen look at the slave like this?"

    Wen Chi was silent for a moment, did not answer Ping's words, and said instead: "The weeds in the yard have been plucked, right? I look at you as if you are quite idle, why don't you put it this way? Trim the branches and leaves of those small trees, otherwise they will grow too messy and affect the appearance."

    I finally took a deep breath: "…"

    Wen Chi noticed Ping An's embarrassed expression: "Don't you want to?"

    "The servant is willing." Ping An lowered his head and said, "Master Wen's order, the servant will do his best to complete it."

    Wen Chi smiled, beckoned to call Ruotao who was passing by, and instructed: "You go and check the results of Ping An's weeding. once."

    Ping An's face was pale when he heard these words, but he didn't dare to say a word.

    Ruotao also seemed to feel that Wen Chi's attitude was a bit strange, she quietly glanced at Ping An, agreed softly, and then walked away.

    Wen Chi saw that Ping An was still standing in the same place, and said: "Go ahead, wait for you to finish this work, I still have some things for you to complete here, what you left in the past, now Make up for it all."

    Ping'an's eyes were flushed with red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or aggrieved, he raised his head and looked at Wen Chi with unintelligible eyes.

    Wen Chi looked at him calmly.

    Ping An did not expect that his gaze would be caught by Wen Chi, and suddenly it was like a mouse seeing a cat, he quickly retracted his gaze, turned around and walked into the yard without saying a word.

    Wen Chi looked at the back that seemed to escape safely, and thought for a while before continuing to walk into the house.

    Although pulling weeds and pruning branches are both physical tasks, in comparison, pruning branches is much harder than pulling weeds.

    There are palace maids and eunuchs who specialize in this kind of errands, but they will not come to Zhudiju to work.

    Peace, who had no one to guide and never did such work, was stumped at the beginning. He did not know where to find a small pair of scissors and worked very hard to trim the messy trees on the small tree. branches and leaves.

    Ping's movements were not skilled, and even accidentally poked the small scissors into his hand, and bright red blood immediately came out along the wound.

    However, Ping An was used to it, and calmly found gauze to bandage the injured finger.

    Wen Chi sat on the stone bench, propped his chin and watched all this.

    At this time, Ruofang came over and put a few letters on the stone table in front of Wenchi: "Master Wen, Wen's house has sent a letter again."

    Wen Chi glanced at it, his expression remained the same: "Just put it away."

    Ruofang said hesitantly, "Mr. Wen, the person who delivered the letter said that it was an emergency. Please open the letter and look at it."

    Wen Chi felt amused, and snorted: "When did that person not say that?"

    "..." Only then did Ruofang react, and with her cheeks hot, she reached out and took the letters, "Yes."

    Now that the reputation of the Wen family has fallen to a low ebb, Wen Changqing and the Xu family will naturally try their best to contact Wen Chi in the palace, not to mention sending letters every three days, they have also visited several times in person , but every time they were blocked from the palace by the guards - without the permission of the prince, they could not enter or leave the East Palace at will.

    This is exactly what Wenchi intended.

    He doesn't want to be confronted with the protagonist by that family, and it is also a good choice to use the prince as a shield.

    Before leaving, Ruofang was still a little worried and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wen, are you in a bad mood?"

    Wen Chi froze for a moment.

    Ruofang glanced at Ping An who was pruning the branches and leaves in a bitter way not far away: "Or did Ping An make you angry?"

    Wen Chi suddenly realized that Ruofang thought that he was angry with the prince, so he came back and regarded Ping An as a punching bag.

    After realizing this, he really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't explain anything to Ruofang.

    He used to think that Ping An's behavior was very strange. He wanted him to have a foothold in the East Palace and he didn't want him to get too close to the prince.

    After what happened last night, he suddenly wanted to understand.

    If he guessed correctly, Ping An should be the person arranged by the henchmen of the Fourth Prince, who wanted to help him build a sense of presence in front of the prince without making him have real feelings for the prince.

    In short, the mastermind wants to raise him into an obedient puppet.

    It's a pity that Ping An's rank is too low, so he discovered the flaw so quickly.

    But from another point of view, maybe those people did not arrange really powerful people by his side. After all, the Wen family is not a famous family, and the "warm" he used before Among the many daughters of gold, his identity is only a nobody.

    Although the Ping An rank is not very high, Wen Chi still did not dare to tear his face completely, so he could only use this method to consume Ping An's energy and make him less demon.

    Wen Chi thought about it and found that he was really smart, to come up with such an excellent idea - he would never admit that he was cowardly!

    On the other side, Zhang Caihui also set a date for the tea banquet, in the afternoon after the fifth day, at the lake where Wenchi visited once.

    Zhang Caihui seemed to be very worried about being rejected by Wenchi, so she no longer came to the door to inform him as before, but sent a palace maid to tell Wenchi the news, and then she hurriedly slipped away , so that Wen Chi didn't even have a chance to refuse.

    When Wen Chi thought of the so-called calligraphy and painting tasting, one head and two big.

    Where did he get the calligraphy and painting?

    Wen Chi didn't think about writing and painting temporarily, but he only had the memory of the original master, but not the skills of the original master. The original master's skills in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all empty talk here.

    And he can't even write with a brush, how can he write and draw with a brush.

    As time draws near, Wen Chi is getting more and more restless.

    This afternoon, he was brought to the prince's study by Eunuch Zhu as usual. After the prince had dealt with a lot of affairs and had nothing to do, Eunuch Zhu asked Eunuch Zhu to prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

    Wen Chi sat on the collapsed chair and stared blankly at the prince holding a brush to write on the paper, and couldn't help but lose his mind.

    When he felt a little strange, a cold touch came from the tip of his nose.

    Wen Chi suddenly came back to his senses, and saw a hand appear in front of him, holding a brush, the tip of which just landed on the tip of his nose.

    Wen Chi stared blankly at the hand that was close at hand, unable to realize what was going on for a while.

    Until Shi Ye's deep and cold voice sounded: "What are you thinking about? Thinking so seriously, I even dare to ignore this palace's call."

    After saying that, the hand turned to the side.

    The next moment, the tip of the pen landed on Wen Chi's left cheek - another cool touch.

    Only then did Wen Chi realize that this dog prince is scribbling on his face with a brush? !

    He took a closer look and saw that the tip of the pen was dipped in black ink.

    "..." Wen Chi's mouth crooked with anger, and the fragrant language blurted out, "Fuck!"

    Shi Ye scribbled on his face and squinted at him: "What did you say?"

    Wen Chi was taken aback by the sudden change in Prince Gou's face, and his urge to survive suddenly appeared, he hurriedly lowered his head in shame: "His Royal Highness, the little man is a little uncomfortable today, so I don't think so. Be careful, and I hope His Royal Highness will forgive you."

    I don't know that just after the voice fell, Shi Ye's other hand reached out and directly pinched Wen Chi's chin.

    Wen Chi was accustomed to Shi Ye's domineering president's actions, and without waiting for Shi Ye to exert force, he obediently raised his head and stared at him with a pair of sincere Kazilan eyes Xiang Shiye.

    Unfortunately, at this moment, Shi Ye doesn't do his thing anymore. He lowered his eyes and looked down at him coldly: "Fuck, what do you mean?"

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Seeing that he was silent, Shi Ye's eyes became colder and colder.

    Wen Chi felt the low air pressure emanating from Shi Ye's body. In addition to being frightened, he felt blessed, and opened his mouth and said, "The villain once read it in a wild book. A beautiful meaning."

    Shi Ye's face was expressionless, the brush in his hand touched Wen Chi's cheek intentionally or unintentionally: "What's the meaning?"

    Wen Chi quietly swallowed: "It's yearning, it's worship, it's the deepest respect."

    Shi Ye narrowed his long and narrow eyes again, and swept Wen Chi's face with a slightly suspicious look, as if to confirm the authenticity of Wen Chi's words.

    "That is to say..." Wen Chi suddenly became obsessed, and dared to carry private goods, "The reason why the villain said this word to His Royal Highness is because the villain worships His Royal Highness so much, if If His Royal Highness can let the villain **** once, then the villain will die without regrets in this life."