Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

    Kill, kill.

    The prince killed...

    Wen Chi's shocked eyes fell on the dead corpse on the ground, and for a while, the hairs on his whole body stood up.

    He had seen so many fake corpses on the set before, this was the first time he had seen a real corpse, but not long ago, that corpse was still a living person...

    Wen Chi felt something tumbling in his stomach, and a strong nausea accompanied by fear soaked into the bone marrow rushed to his forehead in an instant.

    He thought he was going to vomit uncontrollably - luckily he did.

    Finally, he just staggered back two steps.

    The palace maids and eunuchs around Shi Ye looked like they were not surprised.

    The **** slapped twice with a blank face, followed by four little eunuchs immediately.

    Soon, the four little eunuchs carried Yue Shan's body away with agile movements.

    Wen Chi's pestle was in place, not even daring to move.

    He watched silently as the maid took out a handkerchief from nowhere, and knelt on the ground with her head buried, carefully wiping Shi Ye's hand that had just touched Yueshan.

    Shi Ye tilted his head, his cold eyes fell on Wen Chi.

    Wen Chi was startled, and quickly lowered his head, his hands holding the wooden box trembled.

    The next moment, he heard Shi Ye say coolly: "You take what others give you, you really don't have any precautions."

    Wen Chi's head buried lower.

    He looked unmoved on the surface, but in fact, a storm had already set off in his heart.

    How did Shi Ye know that Yueshan sent him tea?

    At this time, Shi Ye said again: "Aren't you afraid of the poison?"

    Wen Chi did not dare to look directly into Shi Ye's eyes, so he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "His Royal Highness is wise and wise, and with His Royal Highness sitting in the East Palace, those bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods naturally dare not make trouble under His Highness's eyelids. ."

    "You can talk with this mouth." Shi Ye seemed to be pleased by his rainbow skin, and laughed, he said, "Unfortunately, what you said is completely wrong."

    Wen Chi didn't understand, raised his head nervously, hesitantly said: "His Royal Highness means... is this tea poisonous?"

    Shi Ye held his cheek with one hand as before, with a lazy expression, he narrowed his eyes, like a child with a mischievous mentality, and said mysteriously: "Is there any poison, try it know."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    The **** who followed Shi Ye walked over without a word, took the wooden box in Wen Chi's hand, opened it, and handed it to Wen Chi with both hands: "Master Wen, please."

    Wen Chi was shocked by this divine turn, followed by overwhelming despair.

    It's over.

    It was his turn as a witness.

    Sure enough, the performance in the ancient costume TV series was right. If you see pictures that you shouldn't watch, you will die. In the end, the prince still stretched his claws at him, an innocent and weak passerby.

    Originally, Wen Chi was not very worried about these tea leaves and was going to take them back to the bottom of the box. Now that he saw Shi Ye's attitude, he was almost certain that there was something wrong with the tea leaves.

    Wen Chi hesitated for a moment, then under Shi Ye's burning eyes, he grabbed a lot of tea leaves from the wooden box with his index and middle fingers, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed go down.

    Having the heart to die, he became much more courageous and looked directly into Shi Ye's eyes.

    Unfortunately, those beautiful eyes were deserted.

    Shi Ye met his gaze, was stunned for a moment, and then showed an unfathomable expression, his slender fingertips touched his cheek, and said with great interest: "You This person is really strange, he doesn't seem to be afraid of death."

    Wen Chi said honestly, "I'm afraid."

    Shi Ye twitched the corners of his mouth and glanced at the wooden box in the eunuch's hand, with a hint of irony in his eyes: "I ate a lot."

    "..." Wen Chi felt ashamed for a moment, he retorted weakly, "If I don't eat, can I survive?"

    "No." The prince looked at him and grinned, "This palace has a way to make your death worse."

    Wen Chi is desperate.

    Shi Ye seemed to have had enough and waved his hand. The maid immediately understood and pushed the wheelchair away.

    Wen Chi stepped back to the side.

    How can I know that the wheelchair stopped before it was pushed out, and Ye said impatiently when the wind was blowing in front: "Will you keep up?"

    Wen Chi was stunned for a moment, and after confirming that Shi Ye was talking to him, he hurried up to meet him: "What else is there to order from His Royal Highness?"

    "Follow." Shi Ye smiled, "Let this palace see how you died of poisoning."

    Wen Chi: “…”

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    Forget it…

    Civilized people do not swear.

    The main reason is that if he accidentally said this sentence, I am afraid that he will cool down faster and die worse.

    Wen Chi touched his chilled neck and followed behind the palace maid.

    Wen Chi didn't know if there was any poison in the tea he just ate. Anyway, he didn't have any bad reactions along the way, but he was scared to death by his own messy thoughts.

    Until the palace maid in front stopped, Wen Chi had imagined countless times in his mind that he was stabbed by the prince.

    He was so afraid of this moody prince.

    In any case, the prince suddenly called him out of nowhere.

    Wen Chi recovered his thoughts, only to realize that he followed Shi Ye to the study.

    The study room is very large. In addition to the huge desk full of memorials, there are also low tables, lounge chairs and couch for rest.

    Wen Chi lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to his eyes, stood in the corner of the room, and looked at him with concern. As long as Shi Ye didn't notice his existence, he regarded himself as a transparent person.

    Xu Tian heard Wen Chi's inner prayer, Shi Ye actually pretended he didn't exist, was pushed behind the desk by the maid, propped his forehead, closed his eyes, and listened to the **** reading the memorial Content.

    The **** choked his throat and read slowly and softly.

    Wen Chi stood in the corner, waiting for death with suspicion - in fact, he began to doubt whether the tea was really poisonous.

    It's not impossible to say that Shi Ye has a bad taste and deliberately tricks him.

    After all, it is about life, and Wen Chi is fascinated.

    Suddenly, Shi Ye's cold voice sounded: "Sit."

    Wen Chi was suddenly pulled back to his thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw that Shi Ye had opened his eyes at some point, and those dark eyes were staring at him lightly.

    Shi Ye seemed satisfied, and motioned the **** with his eyes to continue.

    Not long after the **** read it again, Shi Ye suddenly said, "Eat."

    The eunuch's voice stopped abruptly, and he clenched the memorial tightly, so scared that he didn't dare to come out.

    The other palace maids and eunuchs in the study also buried their heads almost on their chests, their faces pale.

    Wen Chi realized in despair that Ye was talking to him again, he turned his head and saw a few plates of delicate pastries on the low table on the right, and reached out to pick up one of the best pieces watch.

    He held the cake in both hands and ate it in small bites.

    Shi Ye propped his chin up and stared at Wen Chi, his expression could not see what he was thinking at this moment.

    The cold sweat on Wen Chi's back gradually spread to his whole body. He ate slowly, but did not dare to stop.

    Finally, he ate all the plates of pastry.

    Shi Ye asked: "Is it delicious?"

    Wen Chi answered honestly: "It's delicious."

    Unexpectedly, after hearing this answer, Shi Ye seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and suddenly he laughed while holding the handle of the wheelchair.

    In the study, everyone including Wen Chi was as quiet as a chicken, except for Shi Ye, who seemed to be laughing and laughed extraordinarily.

    Laughing for a while, he pointed at Wen Chi and said, "Why do you eat everything?"

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Come on!

    Wouldn't he die faster if he didn't eat it!

    Wen Chi had a fragrant stomach and wanted to vomit, but he didn't dare to vomit, so he lowered his head in pretentious shame.

    "Since you like to eat so much." The prince said, "From now on, come and eat every day."

    Wen Chi: "..."

    He almost burst into tears, forcing the grief in his heart: "His Royal Highness Prince Xie."

    On the bright side, Shi Ye would say that, at least it means that there is no poison in those tea leaves, and he can live a few more days.

    Wen Chi so comforted herself.

    When Wenchi returned to the Bamboo Flute Residence with the lost and found wooden box, Ping An had been back for a long time, and he was so anxious that he was spinning around in the yard.

    Seeing Wen Chi's figure, Ping An's face was happy.

    "Young Master Wen!" Ping An hurried over, "It's great that you're fine!"

    Actually, Wen Chi just seemed to be fine. On the way back, his pace was drifting, and the feeling of escaping from death was too unreal. He had to take it easy.

    Thinking of this, Wen Chi quickened his pace: "I'm tired, go lie down for a while."

    Ping An is still worried: "Mr. Wen, I heard that you met Mrs. Yueshan and Mrs. Yuegui on the other side of the lake, and Yueshan is just fine, but Mrs. Yuegui's small stomach and jealousy will be reported. I'm afraid you accidentally provoke him."

    When Yue Shan was mentioned, Wen Chi's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He couldn't even listen to Ping An's other words, and walked into the bedroom in three steps.

    Ping An was anxious and did not dare to follow up to disturb Wen Chi. After turning around outside the door a few times, he had to go to Ruofang Ruotao to get some water for Wen Chi to wash his face and feet.

    Wen Chi changed clothes and lay on the bed. After tossing for an afternoon, he was already exhausted, but he closed his eyes but couldn't sleep.

    In the darkness, he could always think of Yue Shan's unwilling and hateful expression after his death.

    He didn't expect Shi Ye to have such amazing strength, he could snap a person's neck with his bare hands.

    If Shi Ye knew that he was not gentle...

      increase.

    Maybe Shi Ye will discover the truth tomorrow.

    Not to mention, what made Wen Chi even more headache was that Wen Changqing was planning to put the feces pot on his head.

    It is estimated that in the past few days, the gossip that he knocked Wenliang unconscious and pretended to be Wenliang to enter the palace will spread from the Wen residence.

    No.

    He has to hurry up and make a strategy.