Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then raised her hand to stroke Sikong's hair, like a mother touching her son.
He raised his eyes, and met his boss Sikong's dark eyes.
Sikong's tone was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a little interest.
A bit like…
Wen Qing was dazed, a bit like the eyes they had when they met on the rooftop for the first time.
The interest in Sikong's eyes was fleeting, so fast that he almost thought it was his own illusion.
Feeling the weakening of the waist, Wen Qing struggled a little, and got out of Sikong's embrace.
Wen Qing opened the distance between the two of them, standing at an arm's length away from Sikong.
Sikong still had a smile on his face, his brows and eyes were slightly bent.
It looked like he was smiling, and there was something weird about it.
Wen Qing was used to Sikong's impatient expression, but he was not used to his smiling expression.
and…
He looked at the upturned lips of the person in front of him, and always felt that this expression was not that of Sikong smiling.
If Sikong laughed... he should be more gentle
But Wen Qing had never seen Sikong laugh like this.
He couldn't help thinking wildly, could it be that Sikong laughed a little weirdly? So don't you usually have an impatient look on your face
Seeing Wen Qing's psychological thoughts, Sikong chuckled and calmed down a little.
He glanced at Asha, who was still trembling, and asked, "Asha, what did the little gardener say just now?"
Asha, who was suddenly named, turned even paler, and stammered, "He, he said Madam is beautiful."
"Huh?" Sikong raised his eyelids, with a smile on his lips, his tone soft, "Did he say that?"
The more gentle Sikong was, the more afraid Asha was.
Her teeth were chattering, and she stumbled and said, "He, he said, your wife is so beautiful..."
Wen Qing came back to her senses, and heard Asha's voice was a bit strange, and she turned her head to look over.
In the next second, a hand appeared on the cheek.
Sikong covered his face with one hand, preventing him from looking at Asha, and said softly: "Did you hear that?"
"They thought you were my wife," he paused, and called out word by word, "Mother."
Sikong's palm was chilly, and the coldness spread from his hand to her face, Wen Qing couldn't help but tilt her head to avoid Sikong's hand.
Why did Sikong keep messing with him
Wen Qing blinked and said slowly, "He's still young."
"I can't see my noble status."
Hearing this, Sikong laughed again.
This hut is very small compared to the old castle, not even as big as the restaurant of the old castle. Sikong's laughter echoed in the house and was heard clearly.
Sikong's pupils were pitch-black, it was unknown whether it was because of the dim lighting in the room or some other reason, the fundus of his eyes was dull, dark and bottomless.
It's not like Sikong.
But this is obviously Sikong.
Wen frowned slightly, because the excitement of meeting an acquaintance in the dungeon had calmed down, he glanced at Asha who had a pale face beside him, and then at Sikong.
He hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to speak, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind the house.
The maid named Lily came back just now.
She walked straight in front of Sikong, bowed her head and nodded: "Master, people have already settled down."
"I can start pruning the roses later."
Sikong responded, looked at Wen Qing, and said to Lili: "Take Madam back to rest."
Lily: "Yes."
Wen Qing raised his eyes to look at Sikong, only to see Sikong mouthing himself: [Go back and wait for me.]
At this moment, Wen Qing seemed to see the familiar Sikong again.
He was stunned for a moment, and Lily's voice sounded in his ear: "Ma'am."
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then turned around and followed Lily out of the cabin.
Sikong glanced at Lili, and said casually: "Don't let Madam get hurt or frightened."
His tone was soft, and Lily was so nervous that her face turned pale: "Yes."
Sikong stood by the door, looked at Asha who had just stepped out with one foot, and called out casually: "Asha."
Asha turned pale and stopped.
Sikong raised his eyelids, looked at Wen Qing's thin back, and asked, "What did Madam say this morning?"
Asha lowered her head and said nervously: "Husband, madam asked about the situation of the three young masters."
Sikong hooked his lips and called softly: "Asha."
Asha was so frightened that her head dropped even lower, she didn't dare to hide any more, and said quickly: "Madam asked about the situation of the three young masters, and asked if you have black hair now? Said you want to dye your hair."
"Also, I also asked about the heights of you and the second young master, and said, that the second young master wanted to be taller than you."
Tall, black hair.
Sikong sneered: "Are those scumbags still alive..."
Asha didn't know what Sikong was talking about, she bit her lip and dared not make any movements.
Sikong asked again: "What did you say to Madam?"
Asha swallowed in a panic, her voice was a little hoarse: "I, I advise Madam not to be sad because of the master's affairs, and let him think of the three young masters."
Sikong looked at Wen Qing who was walking away, and casually said to Asha: "How could he feel sorry for his father?"
"Without a father, a mother still has a son."
The corners of Sikong's lips grinned slowly: "You mean it? Asha."
Asha: "Yes, yes..."
the other side
Wen Qing followed Lily for a while, and couldn't help but look back.
Sikong and Asha stood one behind the other, because of the distance, Wen Qing couldn't see their expressions clearly.
The next second, Lily's nervous and shrill voice sounded beside him: "Madam, please be careful."
"Don't be pricked by rose thorns."
Wen Qing looked away and said to her, "I'm fine."
"Even if it's scratched—"
Before she finished speaking, Lily hurriedly interrupted: "No way!"
"Ma'am won't be hurt."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at her panicked mood, she thought of what Sikong said just now.
Is it because of what Sikong said
Wen Qing followed Lili forward, and when her expression returned to calm, she asked, "Is your name Lili?"
Lily nodded.
Wen Qing continued to get close: "What is your usual job?"
Lily told the truth: "Responsible for arranging the work of the servants in the castle."
Wen Qing thought about it, this could be regarded as a small leader, he should have had contact with the three young masters.
He tentatively asked: "Does the young master often laugh?"
Hearing the words Eldest Young Master, Lily's face changed slightly.
Now Wen Qing could see clearly.
Is Lili afraid of Sikong's current identity, or is she afraid of Sikong
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and added: "I just care about the mental health of the young master."
"After all, the master passed away..."
Lily looked calm, and said slowly: "The eldest young master usually laughs."
"Is that so..." Wen Qing lowered her eyes and answered.
As the breeze blew by, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.
Wen Qing paused, looked sideways, and saw that the red roses not far away were extraordinarily red, and there seemed to be something at the bottom of the clump.
Seeing Wen Qing's movements, Lily hurried forward and stood in front of the rose bush: "Ma'am."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and said to her, "I'll just take a look."
Lily followed his gaze, her expression changed, and she said, "Madam, please go back as soon as possible."
In order to prevent Wen Qing from approaching the rose bushes, Lily stood directly on the lace, her bare arm was scratched by the thorns.
As if she didn't feel any pain, she looked straight at Wen Qing and repeated: "Madam, please go back as soon as possible."
Wen Qing had no choice but to remember the location of the flower bush and walked towards the castle.
When he reached the gate of the castle, Lily was still staring at him.
Wen Qing had no choice but to take a few more steps inside.
It wasn't until some distance away from the door, away from the roses planted at the door, that Lily breathed a sigh of relief, bowed her head and turned to leave.
Standing by the wall, Wen Qing saw two maids coming out from the side corridor
They didn't notice Wen Qing, they walked towards the door quickly, talking in low voices: "The weather is fine today."
"It seems that the young master is in a good mood today."
"Because you hired a new gardener?"
"do not talk."
…
The two hurried out, and the castle returned to dead silence.
Wen Qing raised his head and glanced at the sky, it was still dark and there was no sun.
Is this also called the weather
Just as he was thinking, there was a slight movement from the stairs beside him.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
The sound of something hitting the ground became louder and clearer.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and when she looked up, she saw a seven or eight-year-old boy walking downstairs while patting a ball.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, he thought it was a three-headed dog, but he didn't expect it to be a child.
The clothes are also colorful, very bright, bright to the point of hot eyes.
The little boy also noticed Wen Qing standing by the wall.
He looked down at Wen Qing, the movement in his hands stopped, the ball bounced on the stairs, rushed straight to Wen Qing, and hit Wen Qing's calf.
The ball is soft, and it doesn't hurt at all when it hits the leg.
Wen Qing didn't respond, but the little boy was obviously taken aback, and ran down in a panic.
The little boy ran faster and faster in a hurry, and his short legs had to take two steps at a time.
Wen Qing was worried that he would fall, so she hurriedly said, "Be careful."
When the words fell to the ground, the little boy stepped on his left trouser leg with his right foot, his body swayed, and he fell straight down.
Wen Qing hurried forward, caught the little boy, and held him in her arms: "Are you all right?"
The little boy smelled the familiar breath on his body, startled, stretched his arms around Wen Qing's waist, remained motionless, and did not say a word.
Wen Qing thought he was injured, so she picked up the little boy, sat on the steps, and lowered her head to check his feet: "Where does it hurt?"
The little boy buried his face in his chest and shook his head.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, touched his head, and asked softly, "Doesn't your feet hurt?"
The little boy nodded again.
He still didn't speak, and hugged Wen Qing tightly, as if he was acting like a baby.
Wen Qing hugged him, feeling the little boy's heart beating fast: "Aren't you hurt?"
The little boy shook his head again.
"That's good." Wen breathed a sigh of relief.
He has always been very popular with children, and in addition to preventing the little boy from falling down the stairs just now, it is normal for the other party to cling to him.
Wen Qing didn't think the little boy's behavior was strange.
He lowered his head, looked at the little boy's obviously ill-fitting clothes, and frowned slightly.
Not only are the clothes colorful, but the style is also very large. The clothes and pants are obviously a circle bigger than his figure, so that he almost fell when he went downstairs just now.
Wen Qing wondered whose child this was, no one was watching.
After hesitating for a while, he raised his hand and touched the little boy's head, and asked in a coaxing tone, "Whose family are you from?"
Hearing this, the little boy slowly turned his head, looking at Wen Qing with big black eyes: "Your family."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
The little boy looked at him, pursed his lips, and said two more words: "Mother."
Wen Qing heard that the voice was a bit familiar, it was the voice from picking up the ball just now.
So this is the third young master playing ball.
He was startled, thankful that he didn't say that he would take him to find his mother just now.
But why did the third young master dress like this? Is no one in charge
Wen gently lowered his head, only to see the little boy looking at him suspiciously.
"Mother, don't you know me?"
"Yes, yes..." Wen Qing replied dryly.
He wiped the dust off the little boy's face, and said slowly, "I was just teasing you."
The little boy froze for a moment, and looked at him in confusion: "Amusing me?"
"What do you mean teasing me?"
Wen gently pinched his cheek, and explained: "I just think you are cute and want to talk to you."
Hearing this, the little boy's white and tender cheeks slowly turned red, and he whispered, "I also think mother is cute."
After a while, he raised his hand, imitating what Wen Qing did just now, pinched Wen Qing's face, and said childishly, "Whose mother are you?"
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then agreed, "Your family."
The little boy smiled shyly.
With his eyes downcast, he burrowed into Wen Qing's arms again, and was next to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing looked at his eyebrows and eyes, always feeling a little familiar.
where have you seen...
Wen Qing stared at it for a while, and saw that the little boy's whole face turned red, and finally saw it.
This kid looks like Ji Sheng, a smaller version of Ji Sheng.
To be more precise, it is like Ji Yu.
Think of the three-headed dog who picked up the ball just now.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, his dead husband couldn't be Ji Yu, right
Sensing Wen Qing's emotional changes, the little boy raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Wen Qing came back to his senses, and asked in the tone he used to coax the child just now, "What's the name of this child?"
The little boy blushed and whispered, "This kid's name is Ji Yu."
The smile on Wen Qing's face froze.
Why is it the same name as Ji Yu
"Which one is it?"
The little boy whispered, "It's the gift of giving."
After finishing speaking, he couldn't help raising his hand, and touched his red and hot face with his hand, trying to cool down.
Wen Qing looked down and saw the scar on the little boy's hand.
It seemed to be scratched by something, from the back of the hand to the wrist, there was a straight bloodstain, which had already scabbed over, but there was something black stuck to it, which looked a bit oozing on the child's white and tender hands.
Wen Qing frowned and asked, "What happened to Xiao Ji Yu's hand?"
Xiao Jiyu said slowly, "I hit it."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and asked again: "Is there no one to help you treat the wound?"
Xiao Jiyu shook his head: "Don't ask them to help."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, carried him to the bathroom on the first floor, let him sit on the sink, and washed his dirty wound with clean water.
After washing, the wound on Xiao Jiyu's hand looked more oozing.
Not only is it long, it also looks deep.
Wen Qing frowned and glanced around, but couldn't even see anyone.
He called out, "Is anyone there?"
Soon, a maid hurried over: "Ma'am."
Wen Qing said, "Bring some medicine."
"yes."
The maid moved quickly, Wen Qing walked for a while to the living room, before she could sit down, the maid came with a medicine box.
She knelt on the ground and wanted to apply medicine to Ji Yu.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Xiao Jiyu immediately avoided it, put his hand under Wen Qing's eyelids, and looked at him eagerly.
"Do you want me to come?" Wen Qing was startled.
Xiao Jiyu nodded.
Wen Qing took the cotton swab from the maid's hand, lowered her head and daubed it on the back of Ji Yu's hand: "The pain will be gone soon, Xiao Ji Yu bear with it."
Xiao Jiyu: "Okay."
He looked straight at Wen Qing, and didn't respond to the stinging pain of the wound, instead he bent his lips.
After Wen Qing finished bandaging the wound, he heard Xiao Ji Yu ask him: "Is there anything Mother wants?"
Wen Qing tied a bow tie for him thoughtfully, pinched his face: "I want your wound not to touch water."
Xiao Jiyu was stunned and stared at him blankly.
Wen gently picked him up and asked, "Where is your room?"
The maid immediately got up and said to Wen Qing: "Madam, please follow me."
Wen Qing followed her to the stairs.
Xiao Jiyu's ball stood quietly by the side of the stairs.
Just as Wen Qing was about to pick it up, the maid rushed over quickly, picked up the ball, held it in her arms like a treasure, and then smiled at Wen Qing: "Madam, the third young master's room is on the third floor."
Wen Qing followed her upstairs.
Walking into Xiao Jiyu's bedroom, Wen Qing froze for a moment.
Although the bedroom is large, there are no decorations except for the necessities like bed, table and chair, wardrobe.
It's a world of difference from my fancy room.
Wen Wei slightly frowned, put Ji Yu on the bed, and coaxed: "Shall we change clothes?"
Xiao Jiyu nodded obediently, and skillfully undressed herself.
Wen gently opened the closet, the clothes inside were normal, but there were big and small, and various colors, which seemed to be styles and colors that children would like.
He took out a suit of clothes, walked to the bed, and asked tentatively, "Did the clothes on Xiao Ji Yu's body be worn by himself?"
Xiao Jiyu nodded, took the clothes in Wen Qing's hand, and said slowly while putting on: "No one else."
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then at the maid.
Xiao Jiyu didn't respond to the maid, she didn't look like she was being abused, it seemed that she simply didn't want to rely on others and wanted to do it herself.
Soon, Xiao Jiyu got dressed, raised his head, and asked again: "Is there anything mother wants?"
Wen Qing didn't think much, and patted his head: "I want you to be good."
Xiao Ji Yu's face turned red again, and she whispered, "I will be obedient."
Seeing this, Wen Qing couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the third child is so cute.
He thought, such an obedient child should directly agree to leave the castle with him.
The advanced task is to take the three young masters out of the castle, so Wen Qing asked Xiao Ji Yu now.
Seeing Xiao Jiyu yawn, Wen Qing asked: "Do you want to sleep?"
Xiao Jiyu responded softly.
"Then sleep for a while," Wen gently stroked his head, "I have other things to do."
Hearing the second sentence, Xiao Jiyu paused his hands, did not hold Wen Qing's sleeve, and said obediently: "Goodbye, mother."
Wen Qing turned and walked out, walked to the door, paused, turned to the maid and said, "Take good care of the third young master."
Maid: "Yes."
Wen gently left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
The moment the door slammed, the maid knelt down beside the bed, raised the ball with both hands, and said cautiously, "Master..."
"Here's your ball."
Xiao Jiyu took the ball and asked her calmly: "What do you want?"
The maid's eyes were full of fanaticism, and her tone was excited: "I, I want gold."
"I want wealth that I can't use up in my life."
"good."