Wen Qing walked through the corridor and stopped when he passed the window.
The view from the third-floor corridor was wider than from his fourth-floor bedroom, and he could clearly see several maids standing in front of the rose bushes.
Wen Qing looked carefully and found that one of them was Lily, and the other two seemed to be the maids who were talking about the weather just now.
The three of them were leaning over the edge of the bush, two of them holding tools and shoveling the soil, as if they were burying something, while Lily stood by and gave orders.
Wen Qing couldn't see their expressions clearly, nor could he hear what they were saying, but judging from the tools the two maids dropped from time to time, they seemed to be in a panic.
Just now Lily wouldn't let him see the rose bushes...
There must be something in there.
Wen Qing stood by the window and watched for a long time, trying to see what they were burying, but the ground at their feet was completely blocked by the fluffy and wide maid skirts, and she could not see anything 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 Qing pursed her lips and thought, the thing that 001 couldn't say must be very important, maybe it's a clue.
Not long after, Lily and the others buried the things and walked towards the location of the wooden house with tools.
Wen Qing withdrew his gaze and walked towards his room, planning to find a time in the evening 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, the smell made people feel calm.
Wen sniffed lightly and looked at the long corridor in front of him.
This smell wasn't there just now.
Wen Qing continued walking forward until he came to a door.
It seemed to come from this door.
There are four floors in the castle. My bedroom is on the fourth floor, and this is the third floor.
Since Xiao Jiyu's bedroom is here, is this a study room? Or someone else's bedroom?
Just as I was thinking about it, the door suddenly opened with a click.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and he looked over warily.
This is a bedroom with a bed, a table and chairs... On the table stands a celadon incense burner, with green smoke rising from it.
Sitting on the chair was a man with black hair, his back facing Wen Qing.
Looking at his hair color, Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Although the figure looked familiar, it was not Sikong.
Could it be that second young master?
Wen Qing took a step back nervously.
The next second, the man sitting on the chair tilted his head and looked over. He had handsome features and his narrow eyes looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and he blurted out: "Yu Xing?!"
Yu Xing sat upright on the chair with an indifferent expression. There was no nonchalant smile on his face that Wen Qing was familiar with, and his lips were tightly pursed.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide. The voice was also Yu Xing's, exactly the same.
But it was no longer a casual tone, no trailing sound, but he spoke it out word by word, coldly.
Yu Xing actually called himself "you"?
Wen Qing was a little bit unbelievable.
Seeing this, Yu Xing frowned and slowly stood up.
He was wearing a white shirt with buttons buttoned to the collar and cufflinks neatly fastened without any missing parts. He exuded a cold and abstinent temperament.
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 name, Wen Qing suddenly came back to his senses.
He looked at Yu Xing's black hair, and then looked at Yu Xing's height.
Is this Yu Xing really the Second Young Master? !
Wen Qing took two steps back and looked at him nervously: "It's okay."
"If you're fine, please stay away from me, mother." Yu Xing lifted his eyelids and smelled the faint sweet fragrance in the air. A trace of irritation appeared between his brows, and he said in a cold voice, "You stink."
Wen Qing was stunned. Instead of being angry at Yu Xing's words, he found them somewhat curious.
When Yu Xing doesn't say those nonsense things, he's pretty normal.
Wen Qing slowly backed away and said to Yu Xing, "Then I'll go first."
"goodbye."
Yu Xing watched Wen Qing run away without looking back, and the irritation in his heart not only did not dissipate, but became even more intense.
His face turned cold and he said sternly: "Where are the people?"
The maids came running over.
Yu Xing sniffed the remaining smell in the air and frowned, "Disinfection."
"yes."
…………
Wen Qing ran upstairs quickly and ran back to his bedroom.
He leaned against the door, his heart beating violently and his fingertips trembling slightly.
So the three young masters are Sikong, Yu Xing, and Xiao Jiyu.
They all call themselves mother, and no one has done anything to them yet.
Being a mother is useful.
Wen let out a breath, walked quickly to the table, and drank two large glasses of water in one breath.
His nervousness calmed down.
It's not that easy for me to die.
Wen Qing lowered his head, looking at the gold-painted ceramic tea set on the table, thinking about his three good sons.
Since Sikong is Sikong, Yuxing is Yuxing.
Ji Yu should still be Ji Yu, but for some reason she turned into a child. Not only in appearance, but also in mentality, she seems to be a child.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, carefully recalling the changes in Ji Yu and Yu Xing.
They were very different from the ones he was familiar with.
In comparison, Sikong seemed a little strange.
There are changes, but they are not that obvious...
Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the vast expanse of roses outside the window.
Suddenly, Sikong walked into his sight.
Sikong walked to the bush of red roses, picked one of them, and lowered his head to smell it.
As if he noticed Wen Qing's gaze, he raised his head and looked towards the fourth floor.
Just before the two were about to look at each other, a dark shadow blocked Wen Qing's way.
The housekeeper appeared out of nowhere, walked to the window and closed it directly.
Wen Qing was shocked.
The housekeeper calmly drew the gauze curtain to block out the view from outside.
He turned around and caught a glimpse of the shocked look on Wen Qing's face. Before Wen Qing could speak, he explained, "I've always been here."
"It's just that you didn't notice me when you came in."
Wen Qing had just rushed in, his mind in a mess, and he didn't expect there would be anyone in the room, let alone notice the housekeeper standing by the wall.
Wen Qing wanted to know something else more than the fact that he did not see the butler.
He asked directly: "Why are you in my room?"
The butler raised his eyes, his dark blue eyes staring at him quietly: "I tailor-made it for you, and I am at your service 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 is nothing you need to do now."
"Yes." The butler responded and retreated to the wall.
But this time he didn't lower his eyes, but stared straight at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing felt his gaze and turned his head to look. The butler was staring at him without blinking.
His blue eyes were twinkling, and I don't know what he was thinking.
Wen Qing looked at his exceptionally handsome face, then looked at his body, which looked very tall and strong.
Wen Qing looked away, turned his back to the housekeeper, and comforted himself in his heart that this was not a human, but a robot.
This is a household appliance.
But just looking at these household appliances made his back feel hot.
Wen Qing really couldn't ignore his existence.
After a while, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "Do you have your own room?"
The housekeeper said calmly: "I am not a human being. I don't need to rest or sleep."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, feeling that this sentence sounded familiar.
I think 001 also said that?
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then asked, "Where are you staying at night?"
The housekeeper asked in return, "Where does Madam want me to stay?"
Wen Qing thought, it doesn't matter where you stay, just don't stare at him by his bed.
The next second, he noticed something strange.
Why is the tone of this butler similar to 001?
They all like to ask rhetorical questions.
The housekeeper's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll go get some snacks for Madam."
Wen nodded gently, wishing he wouldn't stare at her.
After the housekeeper closed the door, Wen Qing shouted in his heart: [System. ]
001: [Yes.]
Hearing his voice being very similar to that of the housekeeper, Wen Qing couldn't help but say: [You two really look alike. ]
He added: [More than just sound.]
001 remained silent.
Wen Qingxin wondered if this butler had some connection with the main system?
He asked: [Is this possible?]
[The robots in the dungeon are related to the main system? Maybe they are disguised by a small system? ]
001 became even quieter.
Wen Qing did not ask about the things that could not be said. He drank a sip of tea and said to 001: [Actually, it is quite good that you do not have a body. ]
001: [? ? ? ]
Wen Qing explained slowly: [This robot butler is too much like a human. ]
001: [You can treat it as a human being. ]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and whispered: [Then I can't get used to it even more. ]
There was someone staring at him all day long, asking him to put on clothes, and more...
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered to 001: [It's good like this now. ]
【I can call you anytime and anywhere. 】
【You can also respond to me anytime and anywhere. 】
001 said slowly: [If I had a body, I could 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 butler. ]
Wen Qing wondered: [Even if the housekeeper comes, what does it have to do with you? ]
001 remained silent.
Wen Qing asked suspiciously: [Is there really a relationship between the housekeeper and the system? ]
001Reduce your presence.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Wen Qing thought it was the housekeeper who came back, but when he turned around, it was Si Kong.
Sikong held a red rose in his hand. He walked straight up to him and handed him the red rose.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Is it for me?"
Sikong nodded, sat down next to him, and said casually: "Father used to pick a red rose for you every day."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then took the rose and politely thanked him, "Thank you."
He lowered his eyes and wondered, was this the setting given to him by the copy?
Or is Sikong hinting 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 blooming, exuding a faint rose scent.
Wen Qing looked at the red petals and felt that the red color of the flower was a little strange, and the fragrance was also a little strange, not just the scent of roses.
There seems to be another smell.
Wen Qing lowered his head and sniffed carefully.
Sikong leaned back in his chair casually, staring at Wen Qing.
Watching the tip of his white nose touching the rose petals, stained with a little red, he looked even cuter, like a curious little deer sniffing at the corpses of other animals because of the hunter's lies.
Unable to find anything, the deer raised its head again.
Sikong looked at the red color on the tip of his nose, chuckled, slowly raised his hand, and moved in front of Wen Qing.
Wen Qing subconsciously turned his head away.
Sikong withdrew his hand nonchalantly and pointed at the tip of his nose.
Seeing this, Wen Qing wiped it tentatively, and a red streak appeared on the back of his hand.
He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the red rose: "Is this dyed?"
"A new variety," Sikong said lightly, half closing his eyes. "It has been cultivated for a long time."
Wen Qing touched the petals curiously again, and there was a red streak on her fingertips, but the petals were still red, with no signs of fading.
Sikong looked at his red fingers and said slowly: "Just take a look."
"Don't touch me."
After saying that, Sikong held Wen Qing's wrist.
This time Sikong moved very quickly, and Wen Qing didn't have time to dodge and was caught by his hand.
Sikong's palms were icy cold, and the chill seeped into their bones through their touching skin.
Wen Qing flexed his fingers because of the cold.
Sikong lowered his eyes, wiped the color off his fingertips patiently and carefully with a handkerchief, and said gently: "Don't get your hands dirty."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at him.
This is Sikong, but not entirely Sikong.
what is going on?
Is the reason for the changes in these three people the same?
Soon, Sikong put down his handkerchief, took the rose from Wen Qing's hand, and put it in the glass vase on the table.
The rose branches gently hit the bottom of the vase with a clicking sound.
Then, Wen Qing heard the butler's voice at the door.
"Young Master."
"This is the lady's bedroom."
Wen Qing tilted his head, not knowing if it was his illusion, but he felt that the butler's voice was cold and his tone had changed.
The housekeeper looked at Sikong coldly and said, "Please leave."
Sikong raised his eyelids and sneered, "My father passed away, and as the eldest son, I should fulfill my responsibility to take care of my mother."
"Isn't it?"
The butler walked to the table, placed the dessert and milk tea next to Wen Qing, and said lightly: "The eldest young master is really a filial son."
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