Wen raised his face slightly and looked in the mirror.
The self in the mirror also raised his head slightly, staring directly at himself with dark eyes.
Wen blinked slightly.
The self in the mirror blinked.
Wen Qing retracted his gaze, took a step back, and looked at the huge mirror.
The mirror was about two meters high, not much taller than him, and more than one meter wide. The silver mirror frame was inlaid with sparkling broken diamonds, shining brightly under the lights in the corridor.
The mirror is carried by two maids, with the bottom at a certain distance from the ground.
Wen Qing looked down, suspecting that it was a problem with the angle, so she seemed to have grown taller.
He turned his head and looked at Asha who was standing aside.
Without waiting for Wen Qing to ask, Asha took the initiative to say, "This is what the young master ordered."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, stood sideways by the wall, and let them in.
Asha lowered her eyebrows and looked gentle, and said: "The eldest young master also said that you don't need to ask him what Madam wants in the future."
Looking at her gentle appearance, Wen Qing knew that Asha must have told Sikong about their conversation last night.
He responded and looked at the mirror beside him.
The mirror surface is flat and smooth, illuminating the scene of the room without any abnormality, it looks like an ordinary mirror.
What was the white mist just now
Wen glanced at Asha lightly, but didn't ask any more questions.
He looked at the other two maids. They looked calm and listened to Asha's command.
"put it here."
"Go to the right."
"A little further to the left."
...
Wen Qing lowered her eyes in thought.
A mirror is a very special thing.
The maids did not respond to the white mist on the mirror or the disappearance of the white mist, indicating that the existence and disappearance of the white mist is a common thing.
What the hell is wrong with this mirror
Wen Qing came back to her senses, and saw Asha ordered the other two to put the mirror opposite the bed, facing the bed.
Asha looked at him and said with a smile, "Madam, is this okay?"
Wen Qing stared at the mirror and shook her head.
Asha asked, "Where does Madam want to put it?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly. If it was an ordinary mirror, they would definitely let them place it in a corner of the room.
But there is obviously something wrong with this mirror.
Why did he keep the mirror? !
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and said to Asha: "Suddenly I don't want the mirror so much."
"Take it back to Sikong."
Asha froze for a moment, and said seriously: "But this is Madam's mirror."
Wen Qing was puzzled: "Can't I give him my mirror?"
Asha quickly said: "Eldest Young Master is not your own, but he is your son after all..."
Wen Qing didn't understand her logic, and said again: "Then give Yu punishment?"
Asha opened her eyes wide: "This, this..."
Wen Qing looked at her, then at the glasses.
I wanted to talk about Xiao Jiyu, but thinking of Xiao Jiyu's well-behaved appearance, I swallowed the words again.
He stared at Asha and asked, "This is my mirror, so only I can use it? Can't others use it?"
Asha opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, then swallowed the words back, and nodded slowly.
Wen Qing blinked and said, "Then throw it away."
When the words fell, Asha and the other two maids exclaimed, as if he had done something heinous, and immediately knelt down on the ground.
Asha asked cautiously: "Did Asha do something wrong?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "No, I just don't want it all of a sudden."
With tears in Asha's eyes, her face was pale: "Is Madam blaming Asha?"
The other two maids also looked ugly.
Wen Qing looked at them and frowned.
This mirror cannot be given away or thrown away, and only he can use it
He glanced at the mirror, which clearly reflected the figures of Asha and the others.
Obviously others can use it too.
It appears to have other functions.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and asked tentatively, "Does Asha want her own mirror?"
Asha was startled, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "If Asha had a mirror, she would be able to serve Madam better."
Wen Qing glanced at the other two maids, their eyes were also full of envy.
He became more and more sure that the mirror had other functions, it didn't look bad, and it was good for people.
Wen sighed lightly, and didn't talk about throwing the mirror and giving it away, nor did he mention the mirror for Asha.
"Just leave it like this."
"yes."
The maids put mirrors on the walls.
With a click, the mirror snapped to the wall.
Asha went to the mirror and began to wipe it, while the other two maids left the bedroom.
Wen Qing walked behind Asha, looked at Asha in the mirror, and then at herself in the mirror.
Taller than Asha.
The bottom of the mirror is close to the ground, so there is no angle problem.
Have you really grown taller
Wen Qing raised her hand to make a comparison above her head, and herself in the mirror also raised her hand to make a comparison.
A head taller than Asha.
Wen Qing looked at Asha, obviously he looked about the same height as Asha.
Or can this mirror reveal human desires
Urthley's mirror like Harry Potter
Wen Qing stared at the mirror and recalled things in the real world.
The mirror did nothing.
Wen Qing couldn't help muttering in her heart, can't it be a distorting mirror
Just as he was thinking, the butler's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Where's the mirror?"
Asha stopped wiping, turned around and said to the butler, "Young Master ordered it."
Wen Qing turned her head to look at the butler, only to see the blue light in his eyes flickering slowly, and he responded with a deep voice.
Wait for Asha to finish wiping the mirror and leave the room.
The butler walked up to the mirror and asked, "Have you ever touched the mirror?"
Wen nodded lightly, looked at his expressionless face, and asked in a low voice, "Can't you touch this mirror?"
The butler slowly spit out two words: "Yes."
Wen Qing said again: "When they brought it over, there was white mist on the mirror."
"I touch it and it's gone."
The housekeeper half closed his eyes and said flatly, "This is already your mirror."
already
Wen Qing understood that the mirror had no owner.
Touched by him, it's his.
It is similar to recognizing the Lord with blood.
So the maids have been saying that this is their own mirror.
Wen Qing looked into the butler's blue eyes, and asked tentatively, "What's so special about the mirror?"
The fine blue light in the housekeeper's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and continued to ask, "What is the white mist on the mirror?"
The butler still didn't speak.
can not say.
Wen Qing didn't ask further.
The butler glanced at the mirror and said, "Ma'am."
"Do you want me to dress you?"
Wen Qing immediately said, "No need."
"Yes." The housekeeper replied, took out a set of clothes from the closet, put them beside the bed, and then retreated to the mirror, blocking it.
Wen Qing didn't think much about why he stood in a different place today, changed clothes quickly, dressed neatly, even shoes and socks were not left behind, for fear that he would come to kiss her feet again later.
Unexpectedly, the butler stood quietly in front of the mirror today, motionless, and did not walk to the door until he finished changing his clothes, and opened the door: "Breakfast is ready."
Wen nodded slightly and looked at the rose bushes outside the window.
There is only the little gardener alone in the huge rose bush, who is pruning the roses diligently.
Wen blinked lightly and looked at the fourth circle of rose bushes.
Red roses, red roses, red roses...
They were all red roses, more than last night's red roses.
Wen gently lowered his head and glanced at the bright red roses on the table.
The night passed, and the rose showed no sign of decay.
He looked away and left the room.
Dining room
Just as Wen Qing sat down, before she started eating, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
Turning his head, he saw Xiao Jiyu trotting into the restaurant wearing yesterday's clothes.
He ran straight to Wen Qing's side, raised his head, his cheeks were flushed, and called out in a childish voice: "Mother."
Wen Qing couldn't help but patted his head, and asked, "Has Xiao Ji Yu eaten?"
Xiao Jiyu shook his head, blushed, and said shyly, "I want to eat with my mother."
"Okay." Wen gently pinched his cheek.
Xiao Jiyu's face turned even redder.
Wen Qing withdrew his hand and looked down at his fingers.
Although Xiao Jiyu's face was red, his body was still chilly, similar to Sikong, full of coldness.
There was the sound of the chair rubbing against the ground beside him, Wen Qing raised his eyes, and saw Xiao Jiyu pulling away the chair that was taller than himself, putting his hands on the chair, and climbing up quickly, a series of movements were done in one go, without being affected by his height at all. Influence.
The dining table and chairs are matching, and Xiao Jiyu sits on the chair, barely reaching the table with both hands.
Wen Qing looked at him and asked, "Do you want to change a chair?"
Xiao Jiyu smiled, his brows and eyes curved: "I'm fine, mother."
After speaking, he glanced at the buns in Wen Qing's bowl, picked up a fork, inserted a bun, and put it in his bowl.
He was serious, mouthful after mouthful, baby fat cheeks bulging.
Looking at his chubby face, Wen Qing couldn't help giving him the halo of a dog trainer.
As for Sikong and Yuxing...
It's still torture.
The current Sikong is too strange.
After Wen Qing finished eating, he put down his chopsticks.
I wanted to wait for Xiao Jiyu to eat, but the next second, Xiao Jiyu also put down the fork in his hand, and said to Wen Qing: "Mom, I'm done eating too."
Wen Qing: "Are you full?"
Xiao Ji Yu thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "Well, I won't eat."
After the two finished eating, the elusive maid appeared and began to clean up the dishes.
Wen Qing looked at the only bun left on the table, and said to the maid: "Keep this one."
Xiao Jiyu asked, "Isn't mother full yet?"
"I'm full," Wen Qing smiled and explained, "I'm going to give it to Yu Xing."
Hearing this, Xiao Jiyu stared at Baozi eagerly, without saying a word.
Wen Qing understood this look of wanting but not daring to speak, so she handed the plate to Xiao Ji Yu: "Can you hold it?"
Xiao Ji nodded.
Wen chuckled and said, "Then how about this bun for Xiao Jiyu?"
Xiao Jiyu's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
Wen Qing looked down at the table, the maids cleaned up quickly, and in the blink of an eye, there was only fried dough sticks left, and only half of them.
Before the maid was about to take it away, Wen Qing immediately said, "Keep this too."
Holding the plate, he said to Xiao Ji Yu, "Can I give you brother Yu Xing?"
Xiao Ji Yu looked at his two steamed buns, then at Yu Xing's fried dough stick, nodded and said, "Okay!"
Wen Qing stood up, looked at the butler, hesitated for a while, and said to him, "Go back to your room and wait for me."
The steward replied: "Yes."
Wen Qing and Xiao Ji Yu walked up to the third floor together.
Xiao Jiyu looked down at Baozi and asked, "Is there anything mother wants?"
Wen Qing paused, since yesterday, Xiao Ji Yu has been asking himself this question.
He lowered his head, looked at Xiao Jiyu's big watery eyes, bent over and said, "I'll talk about it later, okay?"
"I'll bring your brother Yu Xing breakfast first, and I'll come find you later."
"Okay!" Xiao Jiyu's eyes brightened when he heard Wen Qinghui say that he was looking for him, and he ran to his room quickly.
Wen Qing stood at the door of Yu's torture room, thinking about how to speak, and then use props.
The next second, the door was opened.
Yu Xing appeared in front of his eyes, with indifferent eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Mother, I didn't tell you."
"Do you stink?"
Wen Qing said calmly, put the fried dough sticks under his eyelids, and said slowly: "I'll bring you breakfast."
Yu Xing lowered his eyes, and his eyes inevitably fell on Wen Qingbai's tender fingers, the fingertips were pressed against the edge of the bowl, showing a faint red color.
His gaze paused, and the irritability in his heart became more and more intense.
Seeing him motionless, Wen Qing seemed to be in a daze, took the opportunity to raise his other hand, and approached Yu Xing's face.
The moment he was about to touch Yu Xing's face, his wrist was grabbed.
Yu Xing grabbed his hand, his eyes darkened: "What do you want to do?"
"Mother."