Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, dirty...
Sikong means this cloth is dirty? Or is it dirty
Remembering that Sikong told him not to touch the dyed red rose, Wen Qing turned pale.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the extraordinarily red rose beside him.
Very similar in color to blood.
Wen Qing pursed his lips tightly and curled up his fingers.
Will it come from blood
He looked at Lily who was kneeling on the ground, Lily was frightened out of her wits, her hands hanging on her sides were trembling, her face was bloodless, obviously she was terrified of Sikong.
Wen calmed down for a while, then carefully looked at Sikong.
Sikong was also looking at him, with a faint smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a little interest.
Like looking at something toy.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched.
Sikong half-closed his eyes, his eyes moved down, and fell on Wen Qing's flushed fingertips.
He took out his handkerchief, took a step forward, and said softly, "Mom, your hands are dirty."
Wen Qing didn't dare to let him wipe his hands, subconsciously stepped back and stood beside the butler.
Seeing this, the butler took a step forward, stood in front of Wen Qing, and said flatly, "Don't bother the young master."
After speaking, he took out the handkerchief, lowered his head, held up Wen Qing's hand, and gently wiped his fingertips.
The housekeeper's body temperature was cold, which was somewhat similar to that of Sikong, Yu Xing and others, but also a little different.
Wen Qing bent her fingers instinctively, but didn't struggle, and let the housekeeper wipe her hands.
The housekeeper said calmly: "Compared to getting your hands dirty, the young master should take care of these dirty things."
The smile on Sikong's lips gradually faded, and he looked at the housekeeper expressionlessly.
The housekeeper didn't care, put down Wen Qing's hand, and put away the handkerchief.
The air was exceptionally silent.
The breeze blew past, rustling the surrounding leaves.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, the air was filled with the strong fragrance of roses, mixed with a hint of other flavors.
He breathed slowly, sniffing the air.
After a while, I smelled a very faint smell of rust, which was fleeting, and only the strong rose fragrance remained.
Wen Qing's face turned pale again, he heard it right.
It's rust, it's blood.
Eat or not eat people, eat anything, except roses.
If the red rose was stained red with human blood...
Wen Qing glanced at the large expanse of red roses around him, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.
Sikong looked at him, and said lightly: "Why is mother's complexion so bad?"
Wen Qing squeezed her palm tightly, pretending to be calm and said: "It's windy, it's a bit cold."
"That's it." Sikong replied in a low voice.
The next second, the wind stopped.
Sikong asked again: "Is mother still cold?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "It's not cold."
Sikong smiled lightly: "That's good."
Wen gently lowered his eyes, his brain spinning rapidly.
After a while, he took the initiative to speak and asked Sikong: "Why did the last gardener cut off his clothes?"
Sikong didn't answer, but called out Lily's name: "Lily."
Lily was still kneeling on the ground, and quickly said: "He, he is clumsy, and the scissors for pruning roses are too sharp, so he got hurt..."
Wen Qing nodded, pretending to believe it, and asked, "Where's the little gardener from the morning?"
"What's the matter with him?"
Lily lowered her head and continued, "I don't know either, maybe I saw some bugs."
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide: "Are there any bugs?"
After finishing speaking, he took a step forward and said to Sikong, "I hate bugs the most."
Sikong smiled, and said slowly: "Don't worry, mother, I will get rid of these little bugs."
Wen responded lightly, and continued, "I'm going back to my room to rest."
Butler: "Yes."
Wen gently lowered his eyes, covering the nervousness in his eyes, and walked towards the castle.
When passing by Sikong, his heart was beating fast, afraid that Sikong would make a move.
Fortunately, Sikong didn't stop him and just stood there.
Sikong looked at Wen Qing's flustered back, and gave another low laugh.
He glanced at Lily, and asked softly, "Is Madam smart?"
Lily nodded again and again, her voice changed in fear: "Smart, madam is smart."
Sikong smiled, and said in a doting tone, "Obviously quite stupid."
"I'm only reacting now."
Lily didn't dare to speak, and knelt on the ground.
Sikong looked at Wen Qing's back as he walked further and further away, and said softly: "Lily, didn't I just say, don't let Madam be surprised?"
Lily's pupils shrank.
Sikong raised his hand, and suddenly, he paused, facing Wen Qing who suddenly turned his head.
With a pale face, Wen Qing stood in the distance and shouted: "Lily, don't forget my brooch."
"Remember to look for it."
Probably because he was too nervous, his voice trembled slightly, with a little nasal sound.
It sounds kind of pathetic, yet cute.
Lily was so frightened that she held her breath, and waited for a long time, but before Sikong could do something to her, she cautiously glanced at the sky.
Suddenly, the gloomy sky brightened up.
Sikong stared at Wen Qing's back, hooked his lips: "It seems to be quite smart."
***
Wen briskly walked towards the room, his face pale with panic.
He knew that his acting skills were not good, and it was impossible for Sikong not to notice.
He was just betting on whether Sikong would expose him.
Sikong didn't expose it, he still wanted to play.
After returning to the room, Wen Qing immediately went to the window to look out.
Lily is still alive, looking for her brooch among the rose bushes.
Wen gently closed his eyes and let out a breath.
Sikong knew he didn't drop the brooch.
Facing Sikong, he couldn't even protect himself, let alone stop Sikong from attacking Lily.
That's all he can say.
Wen calmed down for a while, and sat down on the chair.
The butler poured milk tea for him and handed him strawberry cake: "Ma'am."
Wen took a sip of the warm milk tea, and his hands and feet gradually warmed up.
He looked at the carvings on the teacup, lost in thought.
The Sikong he knew was a good god, a god who protected mankind.
This Sikong kills people without blinking an eye, full of lies...
The two are diametrically opposed.
Wen Qing was dazed, and wanted to take this Sikong out of the castle.
Can he do it
After a while, Wen Qing decided to attack Xiao Jiyu first.
Xiao Jiyu is the best coaxer.
He glanced at the rosebushes outside the window, it was endless and there was no end in sight.
Xiao Jiyu was afraid to leave the castle.
Is there anything outside the castle
Wen Qing asked, "Where is the gate of the castle?"
The butler replied flatly: "There is no place for roses."
Wen Qing hesitated and said, "I want to go out and have a look."
Butler: "OK."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, and looked up at him.
There was no expression on the butler's face, and the blue light in his eyes flickered slowly.
Wen Qing thought he didn't understand what she meant, and said, "What I mean is, I'm going to take a look outside the castle."
Just like before, the butler said one word: "Okay."
Wen was startled slightly: "Can I go out?"
The butler nodded: "No one can restrict you."
Wen Qing tilted her head and looked at the roses outside the window.
where there are no roses...
He can't see now.
It looks far away.
Wen Qing asked again: "Is there any transportation?"
The butler nodded and said to him, "There is a stable in the castle."
Wen Qing said slowly, "I don't know how to ride a horse."
The butler looked at him and said quietly, "I will."
Wen Qing: "???"
Is this to teach him? Or take him for a ride
After a moment of silence, Wen Qing asked tentatively, "Is there anything else?"
"Yes," the butler's blue eyes flashed faster, and his tone was still not salty, "I can hug you."
Wen Qing: "..."
"Then let's ride a horse."
Wen Qing was slightly relieved that he could go out instead of staying in the castle all the time.
He picked up his spoon and was about to eat dessert.
When she raised her eyes, she saw the vase in front of her and the extraordinarily bright red roses in the vase.
He pursed his lips and said to the housekeeper, "Throw this away."
After finishing speaking, Wen Qing added three more words: "Quietly."
The butler lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Yes."
Wen Qing didn't notice the change in his expression, all his attention was on the butler's hand moving the chair.
Wen Qing was startled, and said to the housekeeper, "I mean the vase..."
The butler hummed, and said flatly, "The young master has also sat on this chair before."
Wen Qing fell silent, quietly watching the butler walk out of the bedroom with a vase in one hand and a chair in the other.
He could even close the door.
Wen Qing looked away and looked at the strawberry cake in hand.
The new triangular strawberry cake is topped with a few strawberries, and there is a thin layer of strawberry jam between the cake and the cream.
Wen gently dug a small spoonful, and the strawberry jam slowly flowed down and rubbed against the side of his fingers.
He stared blankly at the bright red jam on the side of his finger.
Wen lowered his head slightly, licked it, the tip of his tongue rolled away the jam, revealing his white and tender fingers.
Oddly enough, he stuck out his tongue again and licked his fingertips.
Wen lowered his eyes slightly, not seeing anything strange in the mirror at all.
In the mirror he was doing the same thing, but faster.