Wen Qing looked at her upturned mouth in the mirror, was slightly taken aback, and raised her hand to touch her face.
The person in the mirror also raised his hand and touched his face.
Touching the corner of her lips, Wen Qing froze for a moment, it was indeed raised.
When did he smile
Wen Qing was a little dazed, turned her head to look at the housekeeper, and asked doubtfully, "Did I laugh just now?"
The butler responded.
Wen Qing looked puzzled: "When?"
Why didn't he feel it when he laughed
The butler walked to the table, poured him a glass of water, and said flatly, "While you are drinking tea."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, muttering in his heart, could it be that he couldn't help smiling because the milk tea was delicious
But he doesn't really like drinking milk tea...
Wen gently raised his eyelids and looked at the mirror on the wall again.
Probably because of the angle, there was no butler in the mirror, only himself.
He was sitting on the chair, the same tea table, the same teacup, the same face, the same posture.
Obviously they are all the same, but Wen Qing feels that there is an indescribable difference between herself and herself in the mirror.
Wen Qing blinked, and asked 001 in her heart: [System, have you seen the mirror?]
001 hummed.
Wen Qing stared at the scene in the mirror, and then asked: [You look at me, and then look at me in the mirror, is it the same?]
[Why do I feel different?]
001 didn't speak.
Another unanswerable question...
Wen lightly pursed his lips, took a sip of water, and carefully glanced at the mirror from the corner of his eye.
He in the mirror also glanced over, his eyebrows raised slightly, inexplicably lazy.
Wen Qing couldn't help reaching out to touch her eyebrows.
It seems to be slightly raised.
After hesitating for a while, he put down his teacup, stood up, walked straight to the mirror, and carefully examined the mirror.
Now there is nothing unusual again.
Wen Qing slowly raised her hand, her fingertips resting on the mirror.
The mirror was icy, and the chill ran down his fingers into his body, and he couldn't help shivering.
Wen gently withdrew his hand, poked the mirror with his fingernail, and made a slight sound.
No depression, just an ordinary mirror.
Wherever he poked, the mirror self would also poke there, intersecting with his fingertips.
So just now when I saw myself in the mirror without any movement, was it because I was dazzled
Wen gently put down his hands, and looked straight into his dark eyes in the mirror.
This mirror is unique to me, and has enviable functions...
With Wen Qing's lack of imagination, he can only think of the magic mirror of Snow White's stepmother.
He stared at the mirror for a while, then turned his head to look at the butler.
The butler was still staring straight at him, with blue lights flickering in his eyes.
The housekeeper didn't ask what Wen Qing was doing, and Wen Qing didn't explain to him, let alone read the lines of the Vicious Queen from memory.
He was thinking about how to distract the butler so that he could study the mirror alone, when suddenly, there was a scream outside the window.
"ah!!!"
The scream was short and stopped abruptly.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and hurried to the window to look out, it was the little gardener.
He fell to the ground, and his pruning tools fell among the rose bushes, apparently in great shock.
In the next second, Wen Qingjian saw Lily running over in a hurry.
She didn't pull the little gardener up from the rose bushes, but straightened out the roses that were overwhelmed by the tools immediately, and snapped at the little gardener: "How can you damage the young master's roses?!"
Her voice was loud and trembling slightly.
It seems that it is short of breath because of running over, and it seems that it is because of fear.
Because the window was open, Wen Qing could hear clearly.
The little gardener is different
Wen Qing couldn't hear what he said, but could only see him raising his hand tremblingly and pointing at the rose bush beside him.
Lily looked in the direction of his finger, and reprimanded again: "This is not your business."
"You have only one job, and that is to prune the roses!"
Soon, a few more maids rushed over.
The two helped the little gardener up, and the others squatted on the ground, handling the roses in a hurry.
Lily wanted to say something else.
A maid came to her side and whispered in a low voice.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Qingjian saw Lily raise her head and look towards herself.
He couldn't see Lily's expression clearly, but Lily bowed to him, obviously apologizing.
Wen Qing couldn't hear what Lily said next.
When he saw the little gardener, he was taken back to the wooden house by two maids, and only a few maids squatted down to save the roses that were damaged by the little gardener.
From time to time, they looked up at the sky, and their movements became faster and faster.
The sky was gloomy, and the light seemed to have dimmed a lot.
Wen Qing stared at the place where the little gardener was just now.
Fourth lap, red roses...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, thinking, did she see what Lily and the others buried last time
Immediately he forgot about the mirror and stared at the maids among the rose bushes.
After they finished processing, Wen Qing asked the housekeeper nonchalantly: "Did you find what you dropped last night?"
The butler shook his head: "No."
Wen Qing turned and walked out, and said to the housekeeper, "Go and have a look now."
"Yes." The housekeeper answered and opened the door gently for Wen.
Walking downstairs, Wen Qing walked quickly to where the little gardener was just now, because many roses were damaged, which were very obvious and easy to identify.
Wen Qing stood where the little gardener was, looking down at the red rose.
The color of a piece of soil on the ground is different from other colors, it is slightly lighter, and it can be seen that it is not just black, but a little black and red.
Wen gently lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while.
Not only the soil, but also the roots of the roses are faintly reddish.
Wen Qing took a step forward and reached out to touch the rose petals.
As soon as the fingertips touched the rose petals, there was a rush of footsteps.
Lily ran up to him in a hurry and stopped him: "Ma'am."
"Please don't come near."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Lily to come back so soon.
He glanced behind her, but did not see the little gardener, and asked, "Where is the little gardener?"
Lily's face changed, she lowered her head, and said to Wen Qing, "I was fired by the young master."
Wen Qing: "Is it because you broke the rose?"
Lily nods
Wen Qing looked at the delicate and beautiful roses, and asked again: "Is Sikong so precious to these roses?"
Lily opened her mouth, but didn't nod or shake her head, as if she didn't know what to say,
After a while, she whispered, "Young master likes to grow roses."
Wen Qing looked at her and pursed his lips.
like to raise...
He glanced down at his fingertips.
Red.
This rose is dyed.
Is it the same as the rose in the bedroom
Seeing Wen Qing looking at the rose bush again, Lily said again: "Madam, please don't get too close to these roses."
Wen responded lightly, and said to her, "Then you pick one for me."
Lily's face turned pale, and she lowered her head: "Lily dare not."
Wen Qing asked suspiciously: "Is it only Sikong who can pick it?"
Lily nodded.
Wen snorted softly: "Then I'll talk to Sikong later."
Lily breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Qing said casually: "I dropped a brooch here last night, did you see it?"
"No," Lily shook her head and asked, "Ma'am, what kind of brooch is it?"
Wen Qing said without changing his face: "It's emerald."
Lily frowned slightly: "I haven't seen..."
Wen Qing stood aside and said to her and the housekeeper, "Look for it now."
"Yes." Lily replied, leaned over and began to search.
Wen Qing turned sideways and kicked the dirt with his toes again, this time it was soft.
It might be here.
Yu Xing knew what happened in the castle, and Sikong should be able to do the same.
Thinking of his wanderings in the rose bush last night, Wen slightly frowned.
He retracted his feet and was about to speak when he saw the gray-brown cloth mixed in the soil.
Wen Qing squinted her eyes, and asked straight to the point: "What is this?"
Lily paused and hurried over.
Seeing something in the soil, her expression changed drastically.
Wen glanced at her lightly and repeated: "What is this?"
Lily had a pale face and dared not speak.
Wen Qing looked at the butler, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dig it out and have a look."
Butler: "Yes."
He leaned over and pushed the dirt away with his hands.
There is only a piece of taupe fabric, surrounded by a circle, like a section of a sleeve, with a little reddish brown stained on the edge.
like blood.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Lily.
Lily didn't notice his eyes, and looked straight at the ground, seeing that there was only one piece of fabric, she was relieved.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, there should be something else here.
Sikong is the eldest young master who is uncertain.
The maids are afraid of Sikong.
A gardener that changes frequently.
Thinking about it, Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that Sikong didn't just attack the players, but also the aborigines here
The next second, Sikong's gentle voice sounded behind him: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing froze in place, not daring to look at Sikong.
Lily lowered her head, her voice trembling with nervousness: "Husband, madam's brooch fell off... a knot, and a piece of cloth was found."
"Really?" Sikong lowered his eyes, glanced at the fabric on the ground, and asked casually, "Lily, what's going on?"
Lily turned pale with fright, knelt on the ground, and stammered: "This, this seems to be the sleeve of the last gardener. I probably accidentally cut it off..."
Wen gently pursed her lips, sleeves, cut off...
His eyelashes trembled, looking at the blood on the edge of the cloth, he remembered what Sikong said.
[A few days ago, the new gardener was useless and broke his hand.]
Sikong waved his hand, the gray-brown cloth burned out of thin air, and the ashes dissipated in the air.
He raised his eyelids, stared at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, and chuckled: "Don't look at it, mother, it's dirty."