Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Chapter 137 Patience

Wen Chi didn't want to cry, but the tears kept flowing down disobediently.

He endured it for a long time but failed to hold back the tears. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the quilt and wiped away his tears. His shoulders trembled slightly when he sobbed.

Shi Ye touched Wen Chi's back comfortingly.

Before Wen Chi could speak, he opened his mouth and hiccupped.

Shi Ye paused for a moment, then chuckled: "What's the matter? You're crying so hard."

As he spoke, he tore off the quilt from Wen Chi's hand, and wiped away the tears on Wen Chi's face with the palm of his hand.

Wen Chi lowered his head sadly, and when Shi Ye withdrew his hand, he glanced at the medicinal soup in Shi Ye's other hand, and his resistance was immediately apparent.

"I don't want to drink that." In front of Shi Ye, Wen Chi became more self-willed. He wrapped himself in the quilt again, revealing only his head looking eagerly at the bowl of medicinal soup, "Take it away .”

This bowl of medicinal soup really doesn't smell very good.

Just now when Shi Ye took the bowl from the maid, he was frowned by the strong smell.

But this bowl of medicinal soup was specially ordered by several doctors to drink, even if Wen Chi played his temper and didn't want to drink it, it was impossible for Shi Ye to let him do so.

"Then let me put it away and drink it later, okay?"

"No." Wen Chi shook his head vigorously, "No, I won't drink."

Wen Chi's reaction was quite intense, but Shi Ye was not angry either, and just repeated patiently: "You pushed this bowl of medicine today, but it will still be brought by Ruofang tomorrow, and it's not warmed up today. Ruofang stayed in the kitchen for a few hours before boiling the medicine, do you have the heart to let Ruofang's painstaking efforts for so long be dumped in the grass outside?"

Hearing what Shi Ye said, Wen Chi hesitated a little. He knew that it was not easy to boil a bowl of medicine, but he didn't expect that it would take several hours to boil the medicine.

And what Shi Ye said was right, he could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day, he and Ruofang looked up and down under the same roof all day long, and if he didn't drink this medicine for a day, he would have to bear Ruofang's nagging.

However, thinking so, when Wen Chi mustered up the courage to take the medicine bowl from Shi Ye's hand, the unpleasant smell of the medicine immediately scrambled into his nose.

He stopped abruptly.

The next moment, he regretted it again, put the medicine bowl into Shi Ye's hand, turned around and buried it in the quilt.

"I don't want to drink." He was really sad, and felt that he had already gotten into trouble with this bowl of medicine.

Shi Ye patted Wen Chi's back lightly, thought for a moment before saying, "How about I drink with you?"

Wen Chi's face was still buried in the quilt, and his voice sounded muffled and full of grievances: "Why are you drinking with me?"

Shi Ye said, "Sit up."

But Wen Chi didn't want to sit up, he wished he could use super glue to stick himself in the bedding.

Shi Ye had no choice but to coax him nicely.

After coaxing like this for a long time, Wen Chi reluctantly sat up straight under Shi Ye's tugging, all his tears and snot were wiped on the bedding, his face was cleaned a lot, but his almond eyes were still red endlessly.

"How do you want to drink with me?" Wen Chi glanced at the medicinal soup in Shi Ye's hand, and said angrily, "Are we one and a half?"

The scene of Shi Ye drinking the anti-fetal drug...

He really couldn't imagine it.

As a result, just as Wen Chi finished thinking about it, he watched Shi Ye hand the medicine bowl to his lips, then raised his head and took a big gulp of the medicine soup.

Wen Chi: "..."

Wen Chi thought he had read it wrong, but when he came back to his senses, he found that Shi Ye had really taken a big gulp of the anti-abortion medicine. Dare to take the risk.

"Hey! Are you crazy? You really drank it!" Wen Chi was angry and anxious, and put his hand in front of Shi Ye's lips, "Spit it out..."

Before Wen Chi finished speaking, Shi Ye grabbed the hand he extended and pulled him over.

"Shi Ye..." Wen Chi was taken aback by Shi Ye's sudden action, before he realized what happened, he felt Shi Ye's hand pressing the back of his head, preventing him from going back.

Shi Ye quickly suppressed it.

The light in front of Wen Chi's eyes dimmed suddenly, and then a lip pressed over.

Shi Ye slightly opened his lips, and slowly transferred the medicinal soup in his mouth to Wen Chi's mouth.

Wen Chi was instantly overwhelmed by overwhelming bitterness, his brows were furrowed into a ball, and he wanted to struggle subconsciously, but after seeing Shi Ye's uncomfortable face in a blink of an eye, he still forcefully suppressed that impulse.

The amount of a bowl of medicinal soup is not much, and it can be finished in four or five mouthfuls.

It's just that the process of feeding the medicine was very slow. When Shi Ye opened the distance between the two of them, Wen Chi felt that a century had passed.

The medicinal soup was unpalatable, Wen Chi's mouth was full of bitter taste, and some medicinal soup left brown traces along the corners of his mouth, meandering down on his fair and clean skin, and finally disappeared into the snow-white collar .

Wen Chi seemed to have sensed it, and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth casually.

He raised his eyes to look at Shi Ye, and found that Shi Ye's condition was not much better. His whole body seemed to be frozen in pain. There was no movement for a long time, only his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned.

The two of them just stared at each other with big eyes.

I don't know how long it took, they all burst into laughter at the same time.

Wen Chi seldom saw Shi Ye's embarrassing appearance, and now he laughed so much that everyone fell on the bed. He patted the quilt, and his mouth was full of hahaha voices: "Is it delicious? Seeing that you are still persuading me to drink that stuff Son, you obviously can't drink it yourself hahaha!"

Shi Ye put the empty medicine bowl aside, and patted Wen Chi's upturned butt: "Okay, stop laughing."

Wen Chi turned his head: "Hahaha!"

Shi Ye shook his head: "Stop laughing."

Wen Chi intensified, jumping up and down repeatedly at the limit of Shi Ye's patience: "Hahahahahahahaha! I just laughed hahahahahahaha!"

"..." Shi Ye was silent for a moment, and couldn't bear it anymore, he turned Wen Chi who was lying on the bed with his back facing him, and then leaned over, directly covering Wen Chi's mouth.

"Um..."

Wen Chi was caught off guard and was crushed firmly. He wanted to struggle but couldn't resist Shi Ye's strength.

Kissing is considered a relatively good thing for Wen Chi. After all, he can see Shi Ye's handsome face when he opens his eyes. As a face controler, he can naturally get great satisfaction.

But if you kiss with a mouthful of medicine...

Wen Chi was in despair. If he continued to kiss like this, he might be sent away by the smell of medicine.

Fortunately, Shi Ye let go of him before he suffocated.

Wen Chi's face was blue, and he was lying on his back on the bed, panting heavily, he managed to slow down, but from the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Shi Ye calmly wiping the corner of his lower lip with the back of his hand, and immediately became angry.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Wen Chi kicked Shi Ye angrily.

Unexpectedly, Shi Ye suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Shi Ye held Wen Chi's foot in his hand, and swept his fingertips across the sole of Wen Chi's foot. It was so itchy that Wen Chi struggled non-stop. Seeing that Shi Ye didn't intend to let go, he raised his other foot and kicked Shi Ye.

As a result, the other foot was also grabbed by Shi Ye.

Shi Ye grabbed Wen Chi's two feet with both hands, and he dragged Wen Chi towards him, and smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

Wen Chi was very angry, regardless of whether Shi Ye was still holding on to his feet, struggling to kick Shi Ye.

Shi Ye didn't seem to have expected that Wen Chi's reaction would be so intense, and he was worried about the child in Wen Chi's belly, so his expression changed a little with fright, and he hurriedly pressed Wen Chi: "Be careful of your stomach."

At this moment, Wen Chi was already dizzy with anger, and he couldn't listen to Shi Ye's words, just as he had one foot free, he immediately kicked Shi Ye.

Shi Ye's attention was all on Wen Chi's stomach, and when he didn't pay attention, Wen Chi kicked him on the chin.

Just at this time, Ruofang walked in from the outside.

She wanted to come in to see if Wen Chi was obediently taking the medicine, but she didn't expect to see Wen Chi kicking Shi Ye's chin at the first sight.

In an instant, Ruofang was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she froze on the spot, not daring to move.

omg...

Does Mr. Wen know what he is doing?How dare he put his feet on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Even though His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dotes on Mr. Wen, there is a limit to everything. In the past, there were so many concubines in the palace who were in the limelight when they were favored, but they all ended up miserable when they lost favor.

Doting this thing comes and goes quickly, no one can tell.

And Mr. Wen's doing this is like bouncing back and forth on His Royal Highness's bottom line, it's really desperate!

The more Ruo Fang thought about it, the more frightened she became, she almost fainted, she knelt down on the ground with a thump, and boldly reminded: "Mr., Mr.!"

Her voice interrupted the two people who were making a fuss.

Shi Ye and Wen Chi paused, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Ruo Fang who was kneeling on the ground and shivering.

Shi Ye didn't respond.

But when Wen Chi noticed that Shi Ye was holding his feet, he blushed all of a sudden.

"Let go." Wen Chi urged.

"You know you're shy now?" Shi Ye raised his eyebrows, not only didn't let it go, but lowered his head and bit Wen Chi's toe lightly.

"..." Wen Chi's scalp was numb, his head was about to explode, "You are enough."

Shi Ye wiped the saliva from Wen Chi's toes with his hands, and let go before Wen Chi's hair exploded, he turned his head to look at Ruo Fang who was already stunned, and the expression between his brows and eyes gradually became cold: "Take the medicine bowl away. "

Ruofang had just seen Shi Ye biting Wen Chi's toes with her own eyes, and she was in a bad mood. She almost thought that His Royal Highness was possessed by a demon, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Shi Ye's familiar cold expression again, and she realized the man in front of her. It is His Royal Highness.

It's just that since when, the bottom line of His Royal Highness's treatment of Mr. Wen has become lower and lower.

"Yes." Ruofang didn't dare to delay, got up from the ground with hands and feet, took out a few hard candies from her cuffs and handed them to Shi Ye, then hurried out with the medicine bowl.

Although the room is large, the sound insulation effect is not so obvious.

Ruofang and a few maidservants stood guard outside the room, they could faintly hear voices coming from the bedroom, most of them were His Royal Highness talking, and most of them were coaxing Mr. Wen.

Ruofang handed the medicine bowl to a maid, then returned to her seat and started to be in a daze.

She thought that she and Ruotao had enough patience with Mr. Wen, but now compared with His Royal Highness, she realized that they were far from enough.

Faced with the same situation that Mr. Wen did not want to drink medicine, His Royal Highness seemed to be more patient than them to coax Mr. Wen. On the other hand, Ruo Tao gave Mr. Wen medicine, but she did not stop...

Thinking of this, Ruofang's cheeks flushed with shame, and a strong sense of guilt surged in her heart.

No wonder Ruotao was punished so severely. If she were His Royal Highness, she would not let them go easily.

Ruofang felt guilty and regretted, she shed tears again, she suddenly heard some footsteps, she quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve, looked up and saw Zuo Zhi coming from the front of the corridor.

"Miss Zuozhi."

"En." Zuo Zhi nodded, and looked at the closed door expressionlessly, "Is His Royal Highness still inside?"

"Yes."

Zuo Zhi didn't say anything more, and waited outside the house with them.

Ruofang gradually calmed down, and quietly looked at Zuo Zhi from the corner of her eye.

Unexpectedly, Zuo Zhi noticed her gaze very quickly, Zuo Zhi didn't even turn his head, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ruofang was startled, she looked away reflexively, she shook her head, trying to pretend nothing happened, but after holding back for a while, she couldn't help asking: "Miss Zuozhi, Ruotao is okay ?"

"Very good." Zuo Zhi said, "It's nothing more than a bit of flesh and blood, and I can't die."

Hearing this, Ruofang's nose felt sore.

Zuo Zhi turned to look at her, he didn't know whether he was comforting her or expounding the facts: "You should all be thankful that His Highness the Crown Prince has changed a lot by Mr. Wen. If His Highness the Crown Prince is still the same as before, I'm afraid Ruo Tao's body has already been thrown in the There is a mass grave, and you can't stand here safely."

Although she didn't dare to think so, she had to admit that since she met Mr. Wen, the former cold-blooded and ruthless prince has gradually become more humane.

After a pause, Zuo Zhi looked back into the depths of the night with complicated eyes: "So don't provoke Mr. Wen, unless you don't want to live anymore."

Ruofang thought of the scene she saw in the bedroom just now, and couldn't help shivering: "I see, thank you Miss Zuozhi for reminding me."

As the days passed, the news of the emperor's death could no longer be suppressed.

In the afternoon of that day, soldiers put up notices all over the country, announcing the news of the emperor's death, followed by gossip that the fourth prince, Shi Jin, colluded with Concubine Rong and the Hua family in an attempt to mutiny and seize power.

These two news, one bright and one dark, are like two huge stones thrown into a calm lake one after another.

For a moment, the originally calm lake looked like boiling water.

Since ancient times, mutiny and seizure of power can almost be equated with national turmoil. No matter who succeeds in the end, it must be the people who suffer.

The so-called prosperity of the people is suffering, and the death of the people is suffering.

The death of the emperor and the usurpation of the fourth prince caused the common people to feel panic to varying degrees. There were even many false news that the fourth prince and Concubine Rong had captured the crown prince, and they would wait until the emperor's funeral to announce the four princes. The prince succeeded.

The whole Dafeng country was panicked.

Even Wen Chi, who lives deep in the house, has heard a lot of gossip.