Wen raised his face slightly and looked at the mirror.
The self in the mirror also raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes stared straight at himself.
Wen Qing blinked.
The self in the mirror also blinked.
Wen Qing withdrew 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 frame was inlaid with sparkling diamonds, which sparkled under the lights in the corridor.
The mirror was held up by two maids, with its bottom at a certain distance from the ground.
Wen Qing looked down and suspected that it was the angle that made him look taller.
He turned his head and looked at Asha who was standing beside him.
Before Wen Qing could ask, Asha took the initiative to say, "This is what the eldest young master ordered."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, stood sideways to the wall and let them in.
Asha lowered her eyebrows and looked gentle, and said, "The eldest master also said that in the future, Madam doesn't need to ask him for anything she wants."
Wen Qing looked at her gentle appearance and knew that Asha must have told Si Kong about their conversation last night.
He responded and looked at the mirror beside him.
The mirror surface is flat and smooth, reflecting the scene in the room without any abnormality, and looks like an ordinary mirror.
What was that white mist just now?
Wen Qing glanced at Asha and didn't ask any more questions.
He looked at the other two maids, who looked calm and listened to Asha's instructions.
“Put it here.”
"To the right."
"A little further to the left."
…………
Wen Qing lowered his eyes in thought.
A mirror is a very special thing.
The maids did not react to the white mist on the mirror or its disappearance, which shows that the existence and disappearance of white mist is a common thing.
What's wrong with this mirror?
Wen Qing came back to his senses and saw Asha ordering the other two to put the mirror opposite the bed, facing the bed.
Asha looked at him and smiled, "Madam, is this okay?"
Wen Qing stared at the mirror and shook his head.
Asha asked, "Where would you like to put it, Madam?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips. If this was an ordinary mirror, they would definitely put it casually in a corner of the room.
But there is obviously something wrong with this mirror.
Why did he leave the mirror?!
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said to Asha, "I suddenly don't want a mirror that much anymore."
"Take it back to Sikong."
Asha was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "But this is Madam's mirror."
Wen Qing was puzzled: "Can't I give him my mirror?"
Asha said quickly: "Although the eldest young master is not your biological son, he is your son after all..."
Wen Qing didn't understand her logic, and asked again: "Then give it to Yu Xing?"
Asha opened her eyes wide: "This, this..."
Wen Qing looked at her, then looked in the mirror.
I wanted to talk about Xiao Ji Yu, but when I thought of how well-behaved Xiao Ji Yu was, I swallowed my words back.
He stared at Asha and asked, "This is my mirror, so only I can use it? No one else can use it, right?"
Asha opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, then swallowed her words and nodded slowly.
Wen Qing blinked and said, "Then throw it away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Asha and the other two maids screamed as if he had done something extremely evil, and immediately knelt on the ground.
Asha asked cautiously, "Did Asha do something wrong?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "No, I just suddenly don't want it anymore."
Asha's eyes were filled with tears and her face was pale: "Is the Madam blaming Asha?"
The other two maids also looked unhappy.
Wen Qing looked at them and frowned.
This mirror can't be given away or thrown away, and only he can use it.
He glanced in the mirror, which clearly reflected the figures of Asha and others.
Obviously other people can use it too.
It seems to have other functions.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and asked tentatively: "Asha wants a mirror of her own?"
Asha was stunned, with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "If Asha had a mirror, she would be able to serve the Madam better."
Wen Qing glanced at the other two maids, and their eyes were also full of envy.
He became more and more certain that this mirror had other functions, and it didn't seem to be a bad thing, but rather beneficial to people.
Wen Qing said "oh" and didn't mention anything about throwing the mirror or giving it away, nor did he mention giving the mirror to Asha.
"Just leave it like this."
"yes."
The maids put the mirror on the wall.
With a click, the mirror was fastened to the wall.
Asha walked to the mirror and started cleaning it while the other two maids left the bedroom.
Wen Qing walked behind Asha, looked at Asha in the mirror, and then looked at himself in the mirror.
A bit taller than Asha.
The bottom of this mirror is close to the ground, so there is no angle problem.
Have I really grown taller?
Wen Qing raised his hand and compared it above his head, and the self in the mirror also raised his hand and compared it.
A head taller than Asha.
Wen Qing looked at Asha. It seemed that he was about the same height as Asha.
Or can this mirror reflect people's desires?
Like the Ursley Mirror from Harry Potter?
Wen Qing stared at the mirror and recalled what happened in the real world.
The mirror didn't react at all.
Wen Qing couldn't help but mutter in his heart, could it be a funhouse mirror?
Just as I was thinking about it, the butler's voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Where did you get the mirror?"
Asha stopped wiping and turned to the housekeeper and said, "The eldest master ordered me to do that."
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at the butler, only to see the blue light in his eyes flash slowly, and he responded in a deep voice.
Wait for Asha to finish cleaning the mirror and leave the room.
The housekeeper walked to the mirror and asked, "Have you touched the mirror?"
Wen nodded lightly, looked at his expressionless face, and asked in a low voice: "Can't I touch this mirror?"
The butler slowly uttered two words: "Okay."
Wen Qing added: "When they brought it over, there was white mist on the mirror."
"I touched it and it was gone."
The housekeeper half closed his eyes and said calmly: "This is already your mirror."
already?
Wen Qing understood that the mirror originally had no owner.
Once he touches it, it's his.
It’s similar to swearing loyalty through blood.
So the maids kept saying that this was their mirror.
Wen Qing looked into the housekeeper's azure eyes and asked tentatively, "What's so special about the mirror?"
There was a flicker of blue light in the butler's eyes, but he said nothing.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and continued to ask: "What is the white mist on the mirror?"
The butler still didn't speak.
Can't say.
Wen Qing did not ask any further questions.
The butler glanced in the mirror and said, "Madam."
"Do you want me to dress you?"
Wen Qing immediately said, "No need."
"Yes." The housekeeper responded, took out a set of clothes from the closet, put it beside the bed, then stepped in front of the mirror and blocked it.
Wen Qing didn't think much about why he changed his standing place today. She changed her clothes quickly and got dressed neatly, even taking off her shoes and socks, for fear that he would kiss her feet again later.
Unexpectedly, today the housekeeper stood quietly in front of the mirror, motionless, until he finished changing his clothes, then walked to the door and opened it: "Breakfast is ready."
Wen nodded gently and glanced at the rose bush outside the window.
There was only one young gardener in the huge rose bush, pruning the roses diligently.
Wen Qing blinked and looked at the fourth circle of rose bushes.
Red roses, red roses, red roses...
They were all red roses, more red roses than last night.
Wen Qing lowered her head and glanced at the bright red roses on the table.
A night passed and the rose showed no signs of decay.
He looked away and left the room.
Dining room
Wen Qing had just sat down and hadn't started eating when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
When I turned around, I saw little Ji Yu wearing the same clothes as yesterday, trotting into the restaurant.
He ran straight to Wen Qing's side, raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and called out in a baby voice, "Mother."
Wen Qing couldn't help but touch his head and asked, "Has Xiao Jiyu eaten yet?"
Little Jiyu shook her head, blushed, and said shyly, "I want to eat with my mother."
"Okay." Wen Qing pinched his cheek.
Little Ji Yu's face turned even redder.
Wen Qing withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes to look at his fingers.
Although little Ji Yu's face was red, his body was still chilly, just like Si Kong, with a cold feeling.
The sound of a chair rubbing against the ground was heard beside him. Wen Qing raised his eyes and saw little Ji Yu pulling out a chair that was taller than him, supporting himself on the chair with both hands, and climbing up quickly. He did the series of movements in one go, without being affected by his height at all.
The dining table and chairs are a set. When little Ji Yu sits on the chair, he can just reach the table with both hands.
Wen Qing looked at him and asked, "Do you want to change a chair?"
Little Ji Yu smiled, her eyes curved: "I'm fine, mother."
After saying that, he glanced at the buns in Wen Qing's bowl, picked up the fork, picked up a bun, and put it in his own bowl.
He was serious, taking one bite after another, his baby-fat cheeks puffing out.
Wen Qing looked at his chubby face and couldn't bear to use the dog trainer's halo on him.
As for Sikong and Yu Xing...
It’s still Yu Xing.
Sikong is so weird now.
Wen Qing finished eating and put down his chopsticks.
I wanted to wait for little Ji Yu to eat, but the next second, little Ji Yu also put down the fork in his hand and said to Wen Qing: "Mom, I'm done too."
Wen Qing: "Are you full?"
Little Ji Yu thought about it and nodded slowly: "Well, I won't eat anymore."
After they finished eating, the elusive maid appeared and started to clean up the dishes.
Wen Qing looked at the only bun left on the table and said to the maid, "Leave this."
Little Ji Yu asked: "Isn't mother full yet?"
"I'm full," Wen chuckled and explained, "I'm going to give it to Yu Xing."
Hearing this, little Ji Yu stared at Baozi without saying anything.
Wen Qing knew very well the look of someone wanting something but not being able to say it, so he handed the plate to Xiao Jiyu: "Can you hold it?"
Xiao Jiyu nodded.
Wen chuckled and said, "Then how about giving this bun to little Ji Yu?"
Little Ji Yu's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
Wen Qing lowered her head to glance at the table. The maids cleaned up quickly and in the blink of an eye only the fried dough stick was left, and only half a stick at that.
Before the maid was about to take it away, Wen Qing immediately said, "Leave this too."
He held the plate and said to Xiao Jiyu, "Can I give it to you, brother Yu Xing?"
Little Ji Yu looked at his two steamed buns, then looked at Yu Xing's fried dough stick, and nodded, "Okay!"
Wen Qing stood up, looked at the housekeeper, hesitated for a while, and said to him: "Go back to your room and wait for me."
The butler replied, "Yes."
Wen Qing and Xiao Jiyu went up to the third floor together.
Little Ji Yu looked down at the buns and asked, "Is there anything you want, mother?"
Wen Qing paused. Little Ji Yu had been asking himself this question since yesterday.
He lowered his head, met Ji Yu's big watery eyes, and said, "Let's talk about it later, okay?"
"I'll take breakfast to your brother Yu Xing first, and come find you later."
"Okay!" When little Ji Yu heard Wen Qing say he would come to find him, his eyes brightened and he ran quickly to his room.
Wen Qing stood at the door of Yu Xingfang's room, thinking about how to start the conversation and then use props.
The next second, the door opened.
Yu Xing appeared in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Mother, didn't I tell you?"
"Do you stink?"
Wen Qing said calmly, put the fried dough sticks under his eyes, and said slowly: "I'll bring you breakfast."
Yu Xing lowered his eyes, his gaze inevitably falling on Wen Qing's white and tender fingers, the fingertips pressing against the edge of the bowl and dish, stained with a faint red color.
His gaze paused, and the irritation in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Seeing that he was motionless and seemed to be in a daze, Wen Qing took the opportunity to raise his other hand and move it close to Yu Xing's face.
Just as he was about to touch Yu Xing's face, his wrist was grabbed.
Yu Xing grabbed his hand, his eyes heavy: "What do you want to do?"
"Mother."
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