Wen Qing walked through the corridor, and when he passed the window in the corridor, his footsteps stopped.
The view from the corridor on the third floor was wider than his bedroom on the fourth floor, and several maids could be clearly seen standing in front of the rose bushes.
Wen Qing took a closer look and found that one of them was Lily, and the other two seemed to be the maid who was talking about the weather just now.
The three of them leaned over the edge of the clump, two of them were shoveling the soil with tools in their hands, as if they were burying something, and Lily was standing aside and directing.
Wen Qing couldn't see their expressions clearly, and couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging from the tools that the two maids dropped from time to time, they were in a panic.
Lily didn't let him see the rosebushes just now...
There must be something in it.
Wen Qing stood by the window and watched for a while, trying to see what they were burying, but the ground at their feet was so tightly covered by the fluffy and wide maid skirts that they could not be seen at all.
He whispered to 001 in his heart: [Can you see what they are burying?]
001 hummed.
Wen Qing asked: [What is it?]
001 didn't speak.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, thinking, what 001 can't say should be quite important, maybe it's a clue.
Not long after, Lily and the others buried the things and walked towards the wooden house with the tools.
Wen Qing withdrew her gaze, and while walking towards her room, she planned to find a chance at night to see what was buried.
After walking a few steps, he smelled a faint fragrance, a bit like the sandalwood in the temple, but a little different, in short, it smelled calming.
Wen sniffed lightly, looking at the long corridor in front of him.
This taste was not there just now.
Wen Qing continued to walk forward and came to a door.
It seems to come from this door.
The castle has a total of four floors, my bedroom is on the fourth floor, and this is the third floor.
Since Xiao Jiyu's bedroom is here, is this a study? Or someone else's bedroom
Just thinking about it, the door suddenly opened with a click.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she looked over vigilantly.
This is a bedroom, bed, table and chairs... There is a celadon incense burner on the table, and green smoke curls up.
Sitting on the chair was a man with black hair, with his back to Wen Qing.
Looking at the color of his hair, Wen Qing felt a little bit in his heart. Although this figure looked familiar, it was not Sikong.
Could it be the second young master
Wen Qing took a nervous step back.
The next second, the person sitting on the chair turned his head and looked over. He had handsome features, and his long and narrow eyes looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and she blurted out: "Yu Xing?!"
Yu Xing sat on the chair, with an indifferent expression on his face, without the sloppy smile that Wen Qing was familiar with, and his lips were tightly pursed.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, the voice was also Yu Xing's, exactly the same.
But it was no longer a casual tone, without dragging the end of the sound, but it was said one word at a time, and said it coldly.
Yu Xing actually still calls himself "you"
Wen Qing couldn't believe it.
Seeing this, Yu Xing frowned and stood up slowly.
He was wearing a white shirt with the buttons tied to the neckline and the cuff buttons neatly tied without any omission. He exuded a cold and ascetic aura all over his body.
It is completely different from the familiar Yu Xing.
Wen Qing was dazed.
Yu Xing walked to the door, two meters away from Wen Qing, stopped, and asked indifferently: "What do you want?"
"Mother."
Mother
Hearing this address, Wen Qing suddenly recovered.
He looked at Yu Xing's black hair, and then at Yu Xing's height.
This Yu Xing is really the Second Young Master? !
Wen Qing took two steps back and looked at him nervously: "It's okay."
"If it's okay, please stay away from me, mother." Yu Xing raised his eyelids, smelled the sweet fragrance in the air, and there was a trace of irritability in his brows, and said coldly, "You stink."
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, instead of being angry at Yu Xing's words, he felt a little novel instead.
It's quite normal when Yu Xing doesn't say those nonsense words.
Wen Qing backed away slowly, and said to Yu Xing, "Then I'll go first."
"goodbye."
Yu Xing watched Wen Qing run away without looking back, the irritability in his heart not only did not dissipate, but became more intense.
He turned cold and said sharply, "Where are people?"
The maids came hurriedly.
Yu Xing sniffed the remaining smell in the air, frowned and said, "Disinfect."
"yes."
...
Wen Qing quickly ran upstairs and back to her bedroom.
He leaned back against the door, his heart was beating violently, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.
So the three young masters are Sikong, Yuxing, and Xiaojiyu.
They all call themselves mothers, and no one is doing anything to themselves at the moment.
Being a mother is useful.
Wen gently exhaled, walked quickly to the table, and drank two large glasses of water in one go.
His nervousness subsided.
I don't die so easily.
Wen gently lowered his head, looked at the ceramic tea set painted with gold on the table, and thought about his three good sons.
Since Sikong is Sikong, Yu Xing is Yu Xing.
Ji Yu should also be Ji Yu, but I don't know why he turned into a child, not only the appearance, but also the heart seems to be a child.
Wen gently lowered his eyes, carefully recalling the changes of Ji Yu and Yu Xing.
The two of them were too different from the ones they were familiar with.
In comparison, Sikong looked a little strange.
There are changes, but not so obvious...
Wen pursed his lips lightly, looking at the large expanses of roses outside the window.
Suddenly, Sikong walked into his field of vision.
Sikong walked to the red rose bush, raised his hand and picked one of them, lowered his head and sniffed it.
As if sensing Wen Qing's gaze, he looked up to the fourth floor.
A second before the two were about to look at each other, a black shadow stood in front of Wen Qing.
The butler appeared out of nowhere, walked to the window, and closed the window directly.
Wen was startled.
The butler calmly closed the gauze curtain to block the view from the outside.
He turned around, caught a glimpse of the shocked expression on Wen Qing's face, and before Wen Qing could speak, he explained in advance: "I've always been here."
"It's just that you didn't notice me when you came in."
Wen Qing rushed in just now, her mind was in a mess, she never thought that there would be anyone in the room, let alone noticed the butler by the wall.
Wen Qing wanted to know another thing more than that she didn't see the housekeeper.
He asked directly, "Why are you in my room?"
The butler raised his eyes, and stared at him quietly with blue eyes: "I tailor-made it for you, and I am here to serve you at any time."
Wen Qing looked at him, was silent for a moment, and asked dryly, "What service?"
The butler said calmly: "Any service."
Wen Qing looked at him and said slowly, "There's nothing you need to do now."
"Yes." The butler replied and retreated to the wall.
It's just that this time he didn't lower his eyes, but stared straight at Wen Qing.
Sensing his sight, Wen Qing tilted her head to glance, and the housekeeper stared at him without blinking.
His blue eyes flickered, wondering what to think.
Wen Qing looked at his extraordinarily handsome face, and then at his body, which looked tall and strong.
Wen gently looked away, turned his back to the butler, comforting himself in his heart that this is not a human, but a robot.
This is a household appliance.
But seeing this household appliance made his back feel warm.
Wen Qing really couldn't ignore his existence.
After a while, Wen Qing couldn't help asking, "Do you have your own room?"
The butler said flatly, "I'm not human, I don't need to rest, I don't need to sleep."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, feeling that this sentence sounded familiar.
It seems that 001 also said it
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then asked again: "Then where are you staying at night?"
The butler asked back, "Where does Madam want me to stay?"
Wen Qing thought, stay wherever you want, as long as you don't stare at him by his bedside.
The next second, he noticed something strange.
Why is the butler's tone similar to that of 001
Everyone likes to ask questions.
The butler's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll get some refreshments for Madam."
Wen nodded lightly, wishing he wouldn't stare at him.
When the butler closed the door, Wen Qing called 001 in her heart: [System.]
001: [Yes.]
Hearing his very similar voice to the butler's, Wen Qing couldn't help but say: [You two are really similar.]
He added: [More than voice.]
001 remained silent.
Wen Qing thought, does this butler have something to do with the main system
He asked: [Is there such a possibility?]
[The robot in the copy is related to the main system? Maybe some little system pretending to be it?]
001 is quieter.
Wen Qing didn't ask questions about things that he couldn't talk about. He took a sip of tea and said to 001: [Actually, you're fine even if you don't have a body.]
001: [? ? ?]
Wen Qing slowly explained: [This robot butler is too human-like.]
001: [You can treat it as a human being.]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then whispered: [Then I can't get used to it anymore.]
Someone staring at him all day, dressing himself, and...
Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she whispered to 001: [It's fine now.]
[I can call you anytime and anywhere.]
[You can also respond to me anytime and anywhere.]
001 said slowly: [If I have a body, I can respond to you anytime and anywhere.]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: [Is it so powerful?]
001: [You can call the housekeeper.]
Wen Qing wondered: [Even if the housekeeper comes, what does it have to do with you?]
001 remained silent.
Wen Qing asked suspiciously: [Is the housekeeper really related to the system?]
001 reduces his sense of existence.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Wen Qing thought it was the butler who came back, but when she turned her head, it was Sikong.
Holding a red rose in his hand, Sikong went straight to him and handed him the red rose.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled: "Is it for me?"
Sikong nodded, sat beside him, and casually said, "Father used to pick a red rose for you every day."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, took the rose, and thanked politely: "Thank you."
He lowered his eyes and thought, is this the setting given to him by the dungeon
Or is Sikong giving him some clues
Wen Qing blinked and looked down at the red rose.
The thorns have been pulled out, and the bright red petals are in full bloom, exuding a faint rose fragrance.
Looking at the red petals, Wen Qing always felt that the red color of this flower was a bit strange, and the scent was also a bit strange, not just the scent of roses.
There seems to be another smell.
Wen gently lowered his head and sniffed carefully.
Sikong leaned back in his chair lazily, staring at Wen Qing.
Seeing the tip of his white nose close to the rose petals, stained with a little red, it made his appearance even more cute, like a curious deer, sniffing around the corpses of other animals because of the hunter's lies.
Finding nothing, the fawn raised its head again.
Sikong looked at the red on the tip of his nose, chuckled, slowly raised his hand, and put it in front of Wen Qing.
Wen Qing subconsciously turned her head to avoid it.
Sikong retracted his hand indifferently, and pointed to the tip of his nose.
Seeing this, Wen gently wiped it tentatively, and there was an extra red streak on the back of his hand.
He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the red rose again: "Is this dyed?"
"A new breed," Sikong half-closed his eyes, and said lightly, "It has been cultivated for a long time."
Wen Qing touched the petals curiously, there was a red streak on the pulp of his fingers, but the petals were still red, without any signs of fading.
Sikong looked at his bright red fingers, and said slowly: "Just take a look."
"Don't touch."
After finishing speaking, Sikong held Wen Qing's wrist.
This time Sikong moved very quickly, Wen Qing had no time to dodge, and was grabbed by the hand.
Sikong's palms were icy cold, and the chill penetrated from the two skins to the bones.
Wen Qing bent her fingers from the cold.
Sikong lowered his eyes, patiently wiped off the color of his fingertips with a handkerchief, and said gently, "Don't get your hands dirty."
Wen pursed his lips and looked at him.
This is Sikong, but not quite Sikong.
what is going on
Is the reason for the change of the three of them the same
Soon, Sikong put down his handkerchief, took out the rose in Wen Qing's hand, and inserted it into the glass vase on the table.
The rose branch gently hit the bottom of the vase with a click.
Then, Wen Qing heard the butler's voice at the door.
"Master."
"This is the lady's bedroom."
Wen Qing tilted his head, wondering if it was his illusion, but felt that the butler's voice was cold and his tone had changed.
The butler looked at Sikong coldly and said, "Please leave."
Sikong raised his eyelids, and said with a sneer, "Father passed away, and as the eldest son, I should always take care of my mother."
"Isn't it?"
The butler walked to the table, put the dessert milk tea in Wen Qing's hand, and said flatly: "Young master is really a dutiful son."