Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

    Unfortunately, as soon as Wen Chi spat out the private goods, Shi Ye's hand holding his chin suddenly increased in strength.

    "Ah..." Wen Chi's shoulders twitched in fright, and immediately reflexively acknowledged his counsel and apologized, "His Royal Highness, spare your life! The villain knows his fault!"

    Shi Ye seemed to have seen through Wen Chi's miserable behavior, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he approached expressionlessly, and all the warm breath fell on Wen Chi's face: " This palace will give you another chance, if you dare to fool this palace again, this palace will ask people to pull out these sharp teeth next to you."

    Wen Chi was so frightened that he almost could not breathe, he took a few breaths, and suddenly had an idea: "Go back to His Royal Highness, that means grass, grass of flowers and plants."

    Before he finished speaking, Shi Ye increased the strength in his hands again.

    Wen Chi hissed in pain, his round almond eyes instantly turned red, and even a little physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, he was so frightened that he was forced to raise his chin high, his body slightly Tremblingly, he endured the heavy aura that Shi Ye pressed down.

    "That, that's just a word for exclamation." At this time, Wen Chi's brain was already a mess, and he said indifferently, "The villain is exclaiming."

    Hearing this, Shi Ye finally didn't continue to increase his strength, but said calmly: "Why sigh?"

    Wen Chi's eyes were red, and after holding it for a long time, he finally managed to say a sentence: "Men who say serious are the most attractive, just now the villain looked at His Royal Highness's appearance when he was seriously studying characters, and he was in Unconsciously, I was deeply attracted by His Royal Highness, and the little man couldn't help but let out a sigh."

    I have to say that Wen Chi has a great advantage, that is, even when he is talking nonsense with his eyes open, he is very sincere and sincere, as if those words were kept in his heart for a long time , until today had to say it out.

    Even Wen Chi was convinced by this reason.

    However, Shi Ye already knew what kind of urine Wen Chi was, frowned, and almost pressed the tip of his nose against Wen Chi's nose: "Do you think Ben Gong is a fool?"

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Shi Ye's eyes were so cold that Wen Chi was about to freeze, he laughed coldly: "Do you think Ben Gong can't see that you are cursing Ben Gong?"

    Wen Chi stammered: "Little, little people dare not."

    "What else do you dare? You dare!" Although Shi Ye hid it well, Wen Chi smelled a tinge of despair, he pinched Wen Chi's chin Looking left and right, he laughed angrily, "Looking at your thief-eyed appearance, I thought you were less courageous than the tip of a needle, but I would have thought that you would be such a pleasant surprise to this palace, over and over again. Challenge the bottom line of this palace, you are really bold!"

    The more Shi Ye said, the more serious it became, and at the end, he was quite ready to strangle Wen Chi to death.

    Wen Chi's entire face turned red, blue, blue and white, so frightened that he forgot to beg for mercy, he looked at Shi Ye dumbfounded, as if he was about to faint from fright.

    This is definitely over...

    And when Shi Ye scolded him, why did he attack him personally? Where does he look so rude!

    Thinking of this, Wen Chi felt a little indignant.

    Just when Wen Chi thought that Shi Ye was really going to do something to him, he saw that Shi Ye suddenly let go of his hand on his chin, and turned around in a wheelchair to the desk.

    Seeing this, Wen Chi was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Shi Ye in front of the desk beckoning to him.

    So Wen Chi raised his voice quickly.

    He didn't dare to delay, he quickly got up and walked over: "What is the order of His Royal Highness?"

    A pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed on the desk. Even if Shi Ye and Wen Chi had a quarrel just now, Eunuch Zhu was still grinding the ink with all his might, as if he regarded himself as a piece of Background board of life.

    Just now, Shi Ye used several sheets of paper when studying characters. These sheets of paper were placed by Eunuch Zhu in front of the desk to dry. The writing was clear and clear in black and white.

    Wen Chi couldn't help but glance at Shi Ye's handwriting.

    He has to admit that Shi Ye's handwriting is very good-looking. At first glance, it is majestic, and the connection between the beginning and the end is natural and smooth. Just a few strokes are enough to reach a destination that is pleasing to the eye.

    If he can do this sometimes, he won't have to worry about tomorrow's tea party.

    Wen Chi sighed in his heart, he thought that this dog prince's temper is a little weird, but there are still many specialties that make him stop.

    Wen Chi retracted his thoughts, and saw a little **** come up and spread out a white piece of paper in front of him.

    Afterwards, Eunuch Zhu handed over a writing brush: "Young Master Wen, please."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    What please?

    Wen Chi, who was confused, could only cast his doubtful eyes on Shi Ye.

      Write that word a hundred times."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    "Didn't you say that you worship Ben Gong? You can only see your sincerity if you write all your worship of Ben Gong on paper." Shi Ye raised his chin and could not refuse Said, "Write, Ben Gong watched you write."

    Wen Chi finally realized what it means to be self-inflicted and unable to live. If he knew that a single word could lead to so many follow-ups, he would have sewed his own mouth at that time.

    The only good thing is that Shi Ye only let him write, and didn't kill him on the spot.

    Thinking of this, Wen Chi felt that he was very lucky. Compared with losing his life, what is the meaning of writing a hundred "fuck" characters?

    So Wen Chi picked up a writing brush, dipped the tip of the pen in the inkstone, covered the long sleeve of his right with his left hand, bent his waist, lowered his head, and began to write attentively.

    He writes willingly and earnestly.

      I felt a dull pain.

    Wen Chi put down the brush, gently rubbed the wrist of his right hand, and then picked up the paper full of "Fuck".

    After blowing the ink off the paper, he raised it to look.

    However, after a glance, Wen Chi's expression suddenly changed from a sense of accomplishment to embarrassment and shame.

    His words are so ugly!

    It looks like a dog crawling, so ugly that he can't bear to look directly at it, and it makes his eyes irritate at a glance.

    Wen Chi looked at Shi Ye's words, and then looked at his own words, and instantly felt deeply that he was not worthy of this dog prince. For the first time in his history, he had an inferiority complex. Psychological, just because of these ugly words.

    Wen Chi hurriedly put down the paper, and asked Eunuch Zhu to give him another piece of paper in extreme embarrassment.

    In the end, before Eunuch Zhu brought the paper, Shi Ye suddenly said, "Just this one."

    Wen Chi looked at Shi Ye blankly, obviously he didn't understand what Shi Ye meant.

    At this moment, Shi Ye was quite patient, raised one eyebrow, and explained with a smile: "Bengong heard from Zhu Xian that you are going to a tea party tomorrow, I will also show you your calligraphy and painting for others to taste, why don't you just take this calligraphy, Ben Gong looks good."

    After a long silence, Wen Chi said with shame: "His Royal Highness, I'm afraid this is not suitable..."

    "What's inappropriate?" Shi Ye said confidently, "You don't mean that the word 'fuck' contains your admiration and yearning for this palace, this palace gives you the opportunity to let you express your love for this palace. Show your admiration and yearning, but you don't want to cherish this opportunity?"

    But how could he possibly show those people this word?

    He's crazy to do this!

    Ahhhh!

    Prince Dog is really sick! It's fine to inquire about him, and he actually let him take this word to the tea banquet to be embarrassed, but he couldn't directly refuse Prince Gou's request.

    Wen Chi felt aggrieved, but he dared not say it.

     Biting his head, he said, "If the villain can write beautiful words like His Royal Highness, the villain won't have to worry about it for so long."

    Shi Ye said with a smile: "Do you think Ben Gong's words look good?"

    This time, Wen Chi praised sincerely: "It's quite good-looking, I'm afraid that the villain will practice for eight lifetimes, and it will not be comparable to the hair of His Royal Highness."

    This sentence seems to please Shi Ye, only to hear Shi Ye laugh, his laugh is not as low as when he speaks, it sounds hearty and clean, and even reveals a arrogance boyishness.

    After laughing, Shi Ye squinted his eyes and said, "Since you like it, then this palace will send you a picture, so that you can show it at the tea banquet tomorrow, what do you think?"

    Wen Chi raised his head from the ground, flattered: "Really?"

    "How can what Bengong said be false?" Shi Ye asked Eunuch Zhu to prepare the pen and paper again, and immediately picked up the brush and danced on the clean paper. Incredibly beautiful.

    Wen Chi next to him was stunned and stunned.

    After half a stick of incense, Shi Ye put away the brush and handed it to Eunuch Zhu, who was waiting beside him.

    Eunuch Zhu didn't dare to glance at the paper, hunched over and stretched out his hands to catch the brush, and quietly retreated to his original position.

    Only Wen Chi tilted his head with interest and glanced at the paper.

    How could he know that it was just this look, and he was stunned.

    That's it?

    Wen Chi couldn't believe his eyes, he even suspected that this painting was drawn by Shi Ye as a joke.

    This is too ugly!

    Ugly as good as those dog crawling words he had just now!

    I saw a small animal drawn on the huge white paper. The small animal had a pointed mouth, four legs, and dragged a rag-like thing behind its buttocks …

    Wen Chi's expression changed and changed, forcibly suppressing the urge to complain.

    However, when Shi Ye was admiring his own paintings, he didn't see Wen Chi's expression as if he had eaten a fly. After he finished admiring it, he asked Wen Chi, "How?"

    Wen Chi looked at the painting with indescribable eyes, and tried very hard to distinguish the animals in the painting: "His Royal Highness's painting skills are really good, and he even painted this chicken lifelike. "

    The smile on Shi Ye's face paused: "This palace painted a phoenix."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Shi Ye looked at Wen Chi's gradually stiff face, and said, "This painting is called Feng Qiuhuang."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Shi Ye frowned: "Do you think this palace is not good-looking?"

    "No no no..." Wen Chi hurriedly shook his head into a rattle, "His Royal Highness painted so well, the phoenix and phoenix sung by predecessors in ancient times have been passed down through the ages, and today there is His Royal Highness the Prince. The painting of Feng Qiuhuang is so moving that no matter who takes a look at it, he has to sigh at the talent of His Royal Highness."

    After listening to Wen Chi's words silently, Eunuch Zhu couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Wen Chi, and there was a lot of emotion mixed in that look.

    Wen Chi didn't notice Eunuch Zhu's gaze, just stared at Shi Ye eagerly.

    Shi Ye's clenched brows slowly loosened, he waved for Eunuch Zhu to roll up the painting, and said naturally: "This painting is given to you, and tomorrow you will take it to go. tea party."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    He feels like he can't speak anymore.