Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Chapter 127

Wen Chi only touched that bowl last night, how could he not know what was in the bowl?Even if he didn't know it, he should know it now when he smelled the smell wafting from the bowl.

In an instant, Wen Chi's face, which was blushed by the charcoal fire, turned blue and then white. He remembered the bitter taste in his mouth last night, and was so sick that he almost retched again.

Ruofang hid behind Ruo Tao. Originally, she and Ruo Tao had agreed to wait until Wen Chi ate a candy before bringing over the anti-abortion medicine. Who knew that this bowl of medicine smelled too strong, as long as anyone with a nose would I can smell this bowl of medicine.

Seeing Wen Chi poking his head straight at the medicine bowl in her hand, Ruofang was a little at a loss, and didn't know whether to take the medicine bowl away or pass it to Wen Chi directly.

Ruofang hesitated for a while, then turned her head to look for help to the more assertive Ruotao.

Ruotao stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me."

Ruofang responded, quickly took the candy from Ruotao's hand, and then handed the medicine bowl to Ruotao.

Ruotao took the medicine bowl carefully, turned around, and was about to ask Wen Chi to drink the medicine, when Wen Chi got back into the quilt without saying a word, and another bag was buried on the bed.

Ruotao shook her head helplessly, but she didn't give up, she stepped forward and sat on the side of the bed, coaxing a child, "My lord, you drink this bowl of medicine first, and then I will give you candy, okay? "

Wen Chi remained motionless, without any reaction.

Ruotao said, "My lord."

Ruofang also persuaded: "Young master, the servant girl only filled a small bowl and finished it in two or three gulps. You should drink the medicine quickly, so that the medicine will not be cold later."

After waiting for a while, Wen Chi's muffled voice sounded from under the quilt: "Take it away, I don't want to drink that."

Ruo Fang said anxiously: "But Doctor Zhang said that your child's fetal gas is not stable, you need to drink anti-fetal medicine to recuperate, and it is also for the sake of the child in your belly, so please don't be self-willed."

"But I really don't want to drink it." Even Wen Chi didn't know what was going on with him. He was never a person who couldn't bear hardships. At that time, the resistance in his heart was extremely strong.

He didn't want to drink that bowl of anti-fetal medicine, it was so bitter that he could recall the suffocating taste when he tossed and turned in bed last night.

He didn't know if he had a child, but he found that he suddenly became hypocritical.

Ruofang and Ruotao persuaded him earnestly for a long time, but Wen Chi remained unmoved, and still wrapped himself in a quilt into a rice dumpling, not even wanting to show his head.

Ruofang pursed her lips, she couldn't bear it anymore, she stretched out her hand to take the bowl of medicine from Ruotao's hand: "Ruotao, I'd better take this bowl of medicine back to the kitchen to warm it up, sir. Bring it when you are willing to drink the medicine."

However, before Ruofang's fingertips touched the medicine bowl, Ruo Tao's hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly turned aside, and she flexibly avoided Ruofang's hand that reached out to take the bowl.

Ruofang was stunned: "Ruotao?"

Ruotao didn't seem to hear Ruofang's voice, she stared at Wenchi who wrapped herself tightly with the quilt for a moment, her gaze was a little cold, and her expression became more and more serious.

"Ruotao?" Ruofang suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, she put her hand on Ruotao's shoulder, "What's wrong with you..."

Before Ruofang finished speaking, she was surprised to see Ruo Tao pull the quilt off Wen Chi's body.

Wen Chi didn't expect that Ruotao would be so bold as to come and pull his quilt, so he didn't wrap the quilt too tightly. When the bright candlelight in the room shined on Wen Chi's face through the torn quilt, Wen Chi's whole body was shocked. They all froze.

Ruotao ignored Ruofang who was still pressing her shoulders, and suddenly stood up from the bed.

She was still holding the bowl of medicinal soup firmly in her hand, lowering her eyes, looking down at the warm pool on the bed.

"My lord, if the person facing this bowl of medicine at this moment is not you but His Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely drink this bowl of medicine without hesitation." With her appearance like this, there was a shocking coldness for no reason, "I know this bowl of medicine is not good, but I don't think this bowl of medicine is so bad that the young master is so angry."

Ruofang who was behind was also stunned, she could never believe that Ruotao dared to say such serious things in front of Wen Chi.

"Ruo Tao, do you know what you're talking about?" Ruo Fang pulled Ruo Tao down with her trembling hands, she felt a chill running up her back, "Don't you hurry up and apologize to the young master!"

Ruotao's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest panic or fear, but she did not show any impatience towards Wen Chi or any other bad emotions, as if she just disapproved of Wen Chi's behavior of not taking medicine.

Wen Chi was so shocked by Ruotao's face-changing face in Sichuan opera that he was speechless. He raised his head and stared blankly at Ruotao's face. After a long time, he finally compromised and said, "Otherwise, put the medicine on the table Come on, I'll drink later."

Ruotao resolutely refused without even thinking about it: "No."

Wen Chi: "..."

"Ruotao!" Ruofang's face was as white as paper, and she went to pull Ruotao in a panic, "Are you crazy?"

"Ruofang, don't try to persuade me." Ruotao said coldly, and when she turned her head to look at Wen Chi, she seemed to have made up her mind, "Since the young master doesn't want to drink the medicine by himself, then this servant will feed the young master the medicine."

After all, Ruotao took a step closer.

Ruotao is a martial artist, usually she suppresses her aura and pretends to be submissive, it is difficult for people to see her true face, but now she no longer hides, her aura is pressing down on Wen like a giant peak pool.

Wen Chi was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. He felt the danger and instinctively wanted to run under the bed.

But Ruotao's martial arts were superior to Wen Chi's, she sensed Wen Chi's intention to run away, her eyes froze, and then she reached out her hand very quickly and tapped Wen Chi's chest twice.

Wen Chi froze immediately, knowing that Ruotao had tapped his acupoints, he opened his mouth anxiously and asked Ruofang for help.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to speak, Ruotao tapped his throat twice again.

All that came out of his mouth were inarticulate whimpers.

Wen Chi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he watched Ruotao approaching with a medicine bowl indifferently, feeling really angry and anxious. The angry thing was that Ruotao forced him, and the anxious thing was that he really didn't want to drink that medicine. Bowl of medicine.

But at this moment, even if he doesn't want to, he can't help it.

Ruotao pushed away Ruofang's hand that came to dissuade her again, pinched Wen Chi's chin with the other hand and forced Wen Chi to raise his head, under Wen Chi's extremely reluctant gaze, Ruotao said sorry in a low voice, and immediately Holding the medicine bowl close to Wen Chi's lips.

Before Wen Chi was ready, he tasted a bitter taste.

Ruotao's hand holding the medicine bowl gradually tilted, and all the black soup poured into Wen Chi's mouth.

Wen Chi had always resisted the extremely bitter taste, and it took him a long time to recover after drinking it in one gulp last night. At this moment, Ruo Tao was worried about spilling the medicine soup, and the action of feeding the medicine was relatively slow, which made the medicine taste bitter. The hard-to-swallow medicinal soup passed through Wen Chi's mouth before sliding down his throat.

For a moment, Wen Chi felt as if his whole body was soaked in the black medicinal soup, he was ups and downs in the medicinal soup, and the extremely bitter medicinal juice poured in from all directions, drowning him.

He was suffocating in pain.

But he was tapped by Ruotao, unable to move or speak, he could only bear the warm medicine soup with his head up and his mouth open.

After drinking, he couldn't swallow anymore, and began to cough violently. The medicine juice overflowed from his mouth, slid down the corner of his mouth, and soaked his snow-white clothes.

Wen Chi seldom went out. Even though he had been tanned a lot after staying in Jinju for two or three years, he soon turned pale again. Due to the severe cough just now, his face was pale and pale. A pair of beautiful almonds His eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth, neck, and clothes were covered with black concoction, making him look extremely pitiful.

At this point, Ruofang finally couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward to grab the remaining medicine bowl.

"Okay." Ruofang glared at Ruotao angrily, "Ruotao, you're really going too far."

Ruotao looked down at the medicine bowl in Ruofang's hand, and then untied the acupuncture points on Wen Chi's body without saying a word.

Wen Chi immediately fell down on the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, coughing and retching, his thin shoulders shaking violently.

Ruofang was at a loss, and stepped forward hesitantly: "My lord..."

"You guys go out first." Wen Chi hurriedly interrupted Ruofang, and after finishing speaking, he retched again.

"But son..."

"You go out."

Ruofang wanted to say something else, but seeing Wen Chi's miserable state and remembering how she stood by and watched in shock just now, she really couldn't bear to stay any longer, she gave Wen Chi a few words, took the medicine bowl and left ——I didn't even look at Ruo Tao.

Wen Chi retched for a long time, but the nausea didn't dissipate. Fortunately, the cough subsided.

He turned over and lay on the bed in a collapsed state. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ruotao still standing there, silent as a ghost.

Seeing Wen Chi look over, Ruotao finally showed shame on her face, and she knelt down on the ground with a plop: "My lord, every mistake is the fault of your servant, please punish your servant."

Wen Chi didn't even want to look at Ruotao, and closed his eyes again: "I won't punish you, I just want to be alone, go out."

Ruotao didn't intend to get up, and even kowtowed: "Please punish the servant, sir."

Wen Chi was speechless.

Before Wen Chi could speak, Ruotao said again: "Young Master's child is His Royal Highness's first child. If it is a boy, then he is very likely to inherit the position of His Royal Highness. Therefore, Young Master is not only pregnant with yourself. Your child is still the child of His Highness the Crown Prince, and it is the future of the Dafeng Kingdom. His Highness the Crown Prince took down this country so desperately for you and the child, but you are so petty just for a bowl of medicine. Have you ever thought about the child in your womb, have you thought about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who is still trapped in the palace?"

After finishing speaking, there was a long silence.

Wen Chi didn't expect Ruotao to say such a thing, he was stunned for a moment, then stood up in surprise and looked at Ruotao who was still kneeling on the ground.

I saw Ruotao almost buried her head in her chest, her emotions were quite agitated, her thin body was tense, as if she was desperately suppressing something.

Wen Chi knew that Ruotao was originally a person next to Shi Ye, and he should think of Shi Ye from Shi Ye's perspective, but he never thought that Ruotao would be so dissatisfied with him because of these two days.

Originally, Wen Chi was still a little angry, but when he thought of Shi Ye, he suddenly lost his anger.

"I see, I don't blame you." Wen Chi held his forehead, sighed and said, "Get up."

But Ruotao still couldn't afford it, and continued to say in a muffled voice: "If the son continues to play petty temper like this in the future, the servant will still choose to do what he did just now."

Wen Chi: "..."

Ruotao pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Wen Chi really wanted to be angry but didn't know how to be angry. In the end, he could only comfort himself that Ruotao had no evil intentions while forcing himself to calm down. He said, "Don't worry, I will try my best to drink medicine from now on."

Ruotao immediately climbed up the pole: "Eat well."

Wen Chi choked for a moment, then sighed a few times: "Yes, yes, yes."

Ruotao got Wen Chi's guarantee, and her face, which was so tense to the extreme, gradually burst into a smile. She climbed up from the ground with hands and feet, and looked at the medicine stains on Wen Chi's body, feeling at a loss and feeling guilty: " The servant brought a basin of hot water to scrub the young master."

Wen Chi didn't refuse, just nodded feebly.

Unexpectedly, the impact of that bowl of medicinal soup on Wen Chi lasted until midnight.

Wen Chi was lying on the bed, still feeling the bitterness in his mouth. He got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water, then raised his head and drank the water in one gulp. Unfortunately, the water could not dilute the bitterness in his mouth at all.

Wen Chi drank another four or five glasses of water in one breath. He didn't put down the water glass until he couldn't drink any more, and returned to the bed to continue lying down.

The oven beside the bed emits a bright red warm light, and the sound of charcoal burning can be heard from time to time.

Wen Chi wrapped himself in a quilt, only his head was exposed. He curled up at the head of the bed, facing the oven with his head, the bright red warm light fell on his face, roasting his whole face completely red of.

He stared blankly at the charcoal fire in the oven.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt as if his eyes had been burned, and a sour feeling surged up quickly.

Wen Chi blinked, his originally clear vision was instantly blurred by the mist, his tears flowed out as if he didn't want money, ran across his cheeks, and soaked his face after a while.