Wen Qing smelled the faint smell of blood on Sikong.
He was stunned for a moment, thinking that Sikong was injured. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the smell of blood disappeared without a trace.
The rich scent of roses lingered between Wen Qing's lips and teeth, lingering around Si Kong from head to toe.
Apparently, Sikong stayed in the rose garden for a long time.
Wen Qing sniffed it carefully again.
There is indeed no other smell, only the scent of roses.
He didn't think much about it, thinking that the fragrance of the flowers was too strong and he smelled it wrong.
Feeling Sikong touching her head as if he was coaxing a child, Wen Qing's cheeks turned slightly red and she quickly let go of the hand that was holding him.
He asked slowly, "Were you the one in the rose garden just now?"
Sikong hummed.
Wen looked up at him, somewhat surprised: "So you are now the eldest master of Rose Castle?"
Sikong responded, his lips curled up, and his tone was gentle: "Yes."
Wen Qing blinked and thought, if Sikong is the eldest young master, then that means the moody man that Bai Tong and the others met is the second young master.
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Asha just said that the second young master usually stays in his room, which means that the chances of them meeting each other are slim.
Sikong will definitely follow me out of the castle.
The second young master is moody, and the third young master has a little three-headed dog...
Because the person in front of him was Si Kong, Wen Qing was very relaxed. He stood in front of him with his eyes lowered, thinking about the advancement task, and did not notice the smile on Si Kong's face at all.
Sikong looked down at him.
Wen Qing's eyes were wet and red, with tears stained on her eyelashes, which made her long eyelashes droop slightly. Her fair cheeks were slightly red, making her look pitiful and cute.
That was indeed the look he liked.
"Sikong..." Wen Qing raised his head again.
Sikong's eyes were half closed as he looked at the faint smile on Wen Qing's lips and the trust in her eyes.
Are you happy to see Sikong?
If you knew the truth...
Just thinking about it, the smile on Sikong's lips grew bigger and bigger, and his fingertips trembled slightly with excitement.
He slowly raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on the tear stains on Wen Qing's cheek.
Wen Qing was startled by his actions and quickly took a step back, saying embarrassedly: "I can wipe it myself."
"Don't move." Sikong whispered, holding his shoulder with his left hand, and putting his right hand on Wen Qing's cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb.
Feeling the warm skin and the vibrant life under his fingers, he almost couldn't control himself.
He flexed his fingers and wiped away his tears.
Again and again.
The tears were wiped away, but Sikong still caressed the warm, soft and tender skin.
The tender white skin on her cheeks soon turned red, obviously from being rubbed, which aroused the desire for sadomasochism in her heart.
Wen Qing didn't notice anything unusual about Sikong Hao until his strength became stronger and stronger, causing her cheeks to feel a burning pain. She couldn't help but frown slightly.
The moisture that had dissipated in his eyes resurfaced.
Wen Qing called out again: "Sikong?"
Sikong came back to his senses, paused, lowered his eyes to control his emotions, and said lightly: "Sorry."
"There's dirt on your face."
Wen Qing was stunned, thinking that it was a similar situation to the zoo copy, he was stained with the scent of the three-headed dog or something else, and Sikong was helping him.
Wen Qing whispered, "Thank you."
Sikong chuckled, slowly withdrew his hand, gently flicked Wen Qing's wet eyelashes with his fingertips, and whispered, "Why are you crying like this?"
Wen Qing's cheeks turned slightly red, and she whispered, "You don't know that."
Sikong lowered his eyes and said softly, "Now I know."
The voice of this sentence was very soft, Wen Qing did not hear it clearly, he only heard the two words "know".
He pursed his lips and continued what he wanted to say: "I just saw the three-headed dog."
Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
Wen nodded gently, gesturing as he spoke, "But it's only this high."
"The eyes of the three heads are also black, not red."
As he spoke, he glanced around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and asked Sikong: "It's a bit like the three-headed dog we saw before, but also a little different."
"Could it be his son or grandson?"
Wen Qing raised her eyes and met Sikong's dark eyes, looking at her deeply, with no emotion visible.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Is this something that can't be said?"
Sikong responded casually.
Wen Qing uttered an "oh" and whispered, "Forget it then."
He continued to ponder
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more he felt that there was a connection between them.
The small three-headed dog is playing with a ball, and the big three-headed dog might be playing with people.
And this is a god-level copy... Could Ji Yu be here too?
Wen Qing was a little worried, and quickly asked 001 in his mind: [System, if it is a three-headed dog, can I use the dog trainer's halo? ]
001: [Yes.]
Wen Qing continued to ask: [But it has three heads. Should I slap it three times? Or just any one will do?]
001 said indifferently: [Any one, it just has three heads. ]
【Not three dogs.】
From these two sentences, Wen Qing could tell that 001's tone was a bit cold, as if he was unhappy and angry.
Wen Qing was stunned, confused: [What's wrong with you? ]
001 sneered and asked, "What can I do?"
Wen Qing was now even more certain that 001 was angry.
He said slowly to 001: [I am different from you.]
[I can’t hear what you are thinking, nor can I find out when you are angry, let alone why you are angry. ]
Wen Qing said seriously: [So if you are still angry, you can tell me. ]
001 was silent for a while, and said to him: [It’s not because of you. ]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and responded softly.
001's tone softened slightly, and he continued: [I'm fine.]
Wen Qing could tell that 001 was still a little unhappy, and hummed vaguely, thinking, if it had nothing to do with me, how could I make 001 angry...
Could it have something to do with romantic action movies?
001: [……]
[You do your task well,] it paused, and couldn't help but emphasize, [Wipe your eyes clean.]
See clearly who is who.
Wen Qing pondered the meaning of wiping his eyes clean. Was she implying that he had xanthophthalmia?
Wen Qing stopped thinking about it and looked at Si Kong.
Sikong stood aside, looking at himself quietly.
Behind him were two overlapping long swords, emitting a sinister and cold aura, which strangely blended perfectly with Sikong's temperament.
Wen Qing couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Sikong glanced at Dao and asked casually, "Do you like it?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "I don't like it."
He has never been interested in this kind of thing.
Sikong chuckled: "What a pity."
“These two knives are quite useful.”
"lady!"
Suddenly, a girl screamed from behind.
Wen Qing turned his head and looked over. It was Asha.
Asha ran towards him quickly, but after taking a few steps, she seemed to have seen something scary and her face turned pale instantly.
Wen Qing was stunned and looked back, but there was nothing.
Sikong looked at Asha coldly, his tone still gentle: "What's wrong? Asha."
"What do you see?"
Asha fell to her knees, trembling all over, and stammered, "I, I..."
Sikong narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Have you seen the Second Young Master?"
Asha opened her mouth and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Yes, I saw the second young master..."
Wen Qing stood between Asha and Sikong, facing Asha and unable to see Sikong's expression.
Seeing Asha so scared, he became more and more certain that Bai Tong and the others had met the second young master. Even the maids in the castle changed color when they saw him.
Asha knelt on the ground and continued, "I, I'm worried about Madam."
After saying that, she raised her hand and slapped herself hard: "It's all Asha's fault. Asha shouldn't have let Madam walk around alone."
"My wife has only been married for a few days and is not familiar with the situation..."
Asha said as she slapped herself hard.
The pretty cheeks turned red instantly, and the sound of slapping echoed in the corridor, clear and loud.
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then quickly stepped forward and stopped Asha: "Stop fighting."
"I told the housekeeper that I need to go for a walk alone."
Asha paused and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Wen Qing helped the man up and asked doubtfully, "I told the housekeeper about this, didn't he tell you?"
"No," Asha lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs, "Mr. Butler won't tell us."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm fine, go do something else."
Asha opened her mouth, but after feeling the cold gaze from the side, she quickly lowered her head and dared not speak.
Seeing her hesitant look, Wen Qing became even more confused: "What's wrong?"
Asha shook her head.
Sikong said, "Asha is your personal maid, let her follow."
Wen Qing responded and asked Asha to follow him.
Asha was very sensible and didn't get too close to them, keeping a certain distance.
Wen Qing glanced at Asha from the corner of his eyes, recalling the look on Asha's face just now, as if she had seen a ghost, and then tilted his head to look at Sikong.
Sikong had deep facial features and sharp outlines, and his appearance had not changed much from before. The only difference was that his emotions were now more extroverted. Wen Qing could see that he was a little happy at the moment.
Following Sikong through the corridor and out of the door, Wen Weiwei raised his head slightly and saw that the sky had also changed.
Some of the dark clouds in the gloomy sky had dispersed. Although there was still no sun, the sky was much brighter than before.
There is a rose bush planted at the door. The rose petals are covered with water droplets, which are bright and juicy, and the green leaves are full of vitality.
The plants were not affected at all by the weather.
Wen Qing stood at the door, looking at the colorful roses in the distance, pursed her lips, and asked Si Kong in a low voice: "Where are we going now?"
Sikong said calmly, "Pick a gardener."
"The new gardener who came in a few days ago was useless and broke his arm."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked at the roses again. The flowers were not high, just reaching the waist, so they couldn't have been broken.
Wen Qing paused when he remembered what Bai Tong said about someone having played the role of the gardener.
He stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Sikong's ear, lowered his voice, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Is it because of the Second Young Master?"
A warm breath brushed across his neck, Sikong narrowed his eyes and responded softly.
The next second, Asha's stumbling voice sounded behind him: "Husband, Madam..."
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at her.
Asha's face turned pale and she said nervously, "There are leaves stuck to your clothes."
After saying that, she took a shaky step forward and stretched out her hand cautiously.
Just as he was about to touch the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, a hand moved faster than his.
Sikong leaned sideways, picked up the leaves stuck to Wen Qing's back, threw them casually on the ground, and looked at Asha warningly.
Asha froze and stepped back quickly.
After taking two steps, Sikong turned his head and looked at Wen Qing.
Because Asha suddenly spoke just now, Wen Qing distanced himself from him again.
The two were half a meter apart.
Sikong's nostrils moved slightly as he sniffed the scent of roses in the air.
He was too far away from Wen Qing and could not smell the unique sweet fragrance from Wen Qing.
Sikong half closed his eyes and glanced at Asha.
Asha lowered her brows and seemed relieved.
Sikong sneered, took a step towards Wen Qing, put his arms around his waist and pulled him towards himself.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at Si Kong blankly.
Sikong slowly lowered his head, kissed Wen Qing's earlobe in front of Asha, and whispered, "Be careful."
Wen Qing's body swayed slightly and he leaned on Si Kong.
Sikong's breath went straight into his ears, feeling itchy and cold.
For some reason, Sikong felt a chill all over his body.
Wen Qing endured the discomfort and asked in a low voice: "Be careful about what?"
Sikong lowered his eyes to look at his rosy earlobe and curled his lips: "Don't let Asha find out that something is wrong."
"Stay closer to me."
The slightly cool breath seeped in through the collar. Wen Qing couldn't help shrinking his neck and asked in a low voice: "Are we so close?"
He was a little puzzled, because Asha had just said that he had only been married for a few days.
Are you close to your oldest son?
"Yeah," Sikong responded, his expression unchanged, and whispered, "You're very clingy to me."
"After all, I am the eldest son." Si Kong admired the blush gradually spreading on Wen Qingqing's ears and said two words lightly, "Like a father."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled constantly, and he glanced at Asha behind him.
Asha lowered her head, her face still pale, and her hands beside her legs were trembling slightly, looking a little strange.
The action of being hugged by Sikong felt a little ambiguous and a little uncomfortable. Wen Qing was not used to it and didn't like it.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and said to Asha, "Asha, are you feeling unwell?"
"Why don't you go and rest first."
Hearing this, Asha turned even paler, bit her lip, and shook her head repeatedly.
"Asha is not feeling unwell..."
Sikong: "It is her duty to serve you."
Asha refused to leave, and Wen Qing had no choice but to be held in her arms and continue walking forward.
Outside the castle are rose bushes. The flowers are beautiful, but the thorns are very creepy. A rose has countless thorns, standing straight up, with red tips. I don't know if it's the original color or if it's stained by something else.
Walk through a rose bush and to the side of the castle, where there stands a two-story cottage.
Before entering, Wen Qing heard the noisy discussion inside.
"Miss Maid, why do you have to hire a gardener every now and then?"
"It's because the rose garden is too big."
"Miss Maid, can you tell me what color roses the adults like?"
"I wasn't chosen last time, but I'm sure I'll be chosen this time."
…………
These were gruff male voices, and could be heard clearly from a distance.
The voices of several people talking became louder and louder, and soon, a female voice was heard again.
"Quiet!" She raised her voice because the gardeners who came to apply for the job were too loud.
"Young masters don't like noisy people! I advise you to talk less!"
"And you, you're already in your forties or fifties. You're lucky you weren't chosen to be a gardener—"
Hearing this, Wen Qing was stunned. Did the maids know what was going to happen in the castle?
Asha quickly ran forward, opened the door, and shouted sharply, "Lily!"
The maid who was talking in the room froze, turned around, and knelt down without even raising her head.
There was more than one maid in the room. As soon as Lily knelt, the others followed suit.
The gardeners looked at each other, then knelt on the ground hesitantly.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at Si Kong.
Sikong looked calm and said calmly: "Why are you kneeling? Stand up."
"Yes..." The maids stood up nervously.
The maid who was scolded by Asha just now did not stand up. She raised her hand and slapped herself a few more times, lowered her head and said: "Lily knows her mistake."
Sikong glanced at her and said calmly, "Don't make me say it a second time."
Lily paused, unable to believe that she was let off like this.
Sikong glanced at the four or five gardeners in front of him and frowned slightly: "Are there only these few people?"
Lily nodded and said quickly, "Because we have recruited many people, this time there are only five people."
There were five gardeners in the house. Four of them were very old, all over 30 years old, and the last one was very young, wearing overalls, with a childish look on his face.
The oldest gardener among them lifted the flower pot behind him and said to Sikong, "Sir, this is the black rose I carefully cultivated."
Sikong glanced at Rose, without even glancing at the works brought by others, and raised his chin directly towards the youngest gardener: "You stay."
When these words were spoken, not only the young gardener was stunned, but also several other old gardeners.
The man standing next to the young gardener patted him on the back and said, "Why don't you thank me, sir?"
The little gardener quickly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you, sir."
He glanced at Wen Qing who was hugged by Sikong, and added, "Thank you, ma'am."
"Your wife is so beautiful."
Wen Qing quickly said, "I'm not his wife."
The young gardener quickly apologized: "I am sorry, miss."
Hearing this name, Wen Qing fell silent.
He looked down at his clothes and said to the gardener, "I am a man."
The young gardener's face flushed and he stammered, "I'm sorry, Master."
Sikong laughed softly and said to Lily, "Take him down."
Several old gardeners were led out of the cottage by the maid, while the young gardeners were led back by the maid.
Wen Qing looked at the lace on her body and the hanging jewel ornaments, then looked at Sikong beside her.
Sikong is wearing similar clothes to him.
He raised his eyelids and saw Sikong was still smiling.
This is the first time I see Sikong laugh like this.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and asked slowly, "Is it so funny?"
Sikong nodded, tilted his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "I haven't been this happy for a long time."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.
Sikong slowly lowered his head and moved in front of him.
Wen Qing subconsciously stepped back, but the hand around his waist tightened and brought him in front of Si Kong again.
Sikong stared into his eyes, touched his nose intimately, and said in an ambiguous tone: "You will make me happier."
"Isn't that right, mother?"
Wen Qing was stunned, not because of Si Kong's behavior, but because of Si Kong's words.
This, this is all called fucking...
After a while, Wen Qing nodded slowly: "Hey, good son."
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