Wen Qing looked at the upturned corners of his mouth in the mirror, was slightly startled, and raised his hand to touch his face.
The person in the mirror also raised his hand and touched his face.
When he touched the corner of his lips, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. It was indeed raised.
When did he laugh?
Wen Qing was a little confused. He tilted his head to look at the housekeeper and asked doubtfully, "Did I laugh just now?"
The butler responded.
Wen Qing looked puzzled: "When?"
How come he didn't feel anything when he laughed?
The butler walked to the table, poured him a glass of water, and said calmly, "While you are having tea."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and wondered in her heart, could it be that because the milk tea tasted so good, she couldn't help but smile?
But he doesn't really like milk tea...
Wen Qing 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 myself.
He sat on the chair, same tea table, same teacup, same face, same posture.
Although they were exactly the same, Wen Qing felt that there was an indescribable difference between himself and himself in the mirror.
Wen Qing blinked and asked 001 in his heart: [System, have you seen the mirror? ]
001 hummed.
Wen Qing stared at the scene in the mirror and asked again: [Look at me, then look at me in the mirror, are they the same? ]
【Why do I feel something is different? 】
001 didn't speak.
Another unanswerable question...
Wen Qing pursed her lips, took a sip of water, and cautiously glanced at the mirror out of the corner of her eye.
The person in the mirror also glanced over, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of laziness inexplicably.
Wen Qing couldn't help but reach out and touch his eyebrows.
It seems to have risen a little.
After hesitating for a while, he put down the teacup, stood up, walked straight to the mirror and looked at it carefully.
There was nothing unusual at this moment.
Wen Qing slowly raised his hand and placed his fingertips on the mirror.
The mirror was icy cold, and the chill penetrated into his body through his fingers. He couldn't help but shiver.
Wen Qing retracted his hand and poked the mirror with his fingernails, making a slight sound.
There is no dent, just an ordinary mirror.
Wherever he poked, his reflection in the mirror poked as well, intersecting with his own fingertips.
So when I looked at myself in the mirror just now, I didn't see any movement. Was I dazzled?
Wen Qing put down his hand, looked into his own dark eyes in the mirror, and just stared at them.
This mirror is unique to me, and it has enviable functions...
With Wen Qing's limited imagination, he could only think of Snow White's stepmother's magic mirror.
He stared at the mirror for a while, then tilted his head to look at the butler.
The butler was still staring at him, blue light flickering in his eyes.
The butler did not ask Wen Qing what he was doing, and Wen Qing did not explain to him, nor did he dare to recite the lines of the vicious queen in his memory.
He was just thinking about how to get the housekeeper away so that he could study the mirror alone, when suddenly, a scream was heard outside the window.
"ah!!!"
The scream was short and stopped abruptly.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the window and looked out. It was the little gardener.
He fell to the ground and his pruning tools fell into the rose bush. He was obviously very frightened.
The next second, Wen Qing saw Lily running over hurriedly.
She did not pull the young gardener up from the rose bush. Instead, she immediately sorted out the roses that were crushed by the tools and scolded the young gardener: "How could you damage the young master's roses?!"
Her voice was loud and trembling slightly.
It seemed like he was breathing rapidly because he ran over here, or maybe it was because he was scared.
Because the window was open, Wen Qing could hear it clearly.
The little gardener is different
Wen Qing couldn't hear what he said, she could only see him raising his hand and pointing tremblingly at the rose bush beside him.
Lily looked in the direction of his finger and scolded again: "This is not your business."
"Your job is just one thing, and that is to prune roses!"
Soon, several more maids came over.
Two of them helped the young gardener up, while the others squatted on the ground, hurriedly dealing with the roses.
Lily wanted to say something else.
A maid came up to her and whispered something.
Then, Wen Qing saw Lily raise her head and look towards him.
He couldn't see Lily's expression, but she bowed to him, obviously apologizing.
Wen Qing couldn't hear what Lily said next.
He only saw the young gardener being taken back to the wooden house by two maids, and only a few maids were left squatting to deal with and save the roses that were damaged by the young gardener.
They looked up at the sky from time to time, 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 young gardener had just been.
The fourth circle, red roses...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he thought, could it be that he saw the things that Lily and the others buried last time?
He immediately put the matter of the mirror out of his mind and stared at the maids among the rose bushes.
After they finished, Wen Qing asked the housekeeper as if nothing had happened: "Did you find the things you dropped last night?"
The butler shook his head: "No."
Wen Qing turned and walked out, saying to the housekeeper, "Let's go take a look now."
"Yes." The butler responded and opened the door for Wen Qing.
Walking downstairs, Wen Qing walked quickly to the place where the little gardener had just been. Because many roses were damaged, they were very obvious and easy to identify.
Wen Qing stood where the little gardener was, lowering his eyes to look at the red roses.
The color of a piece of soil on the ground is different from the others, it is slightly lighter. It can be seen that it is not just black, but a bit dark red.
Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while.
Not only the soil, but also the roots of the roses have a faint red tint.
Wen Qing took a step forward and reached out to touch the rose petals.
As soon as my fingertips touched the rose petals, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard.
Lily hurried to him and stopped him: "Madam."
"Please don't come near."
Wen Qing was stunned. He didn't expect Lily to come back so soon.
He looked behind her and didn't see the gardener, so he asked, "Where's the gardener?"
Lily's face changed, she lowered her head and said to Wen Qing, "I was fired by the young master."
Wen Qing: "Because the rose was damaged?"
Lily nodded
Wen Qing looked at the gorgeous roses and asked, "Does Sikong treasure these roses so much?"
Lily opened her mouth but didn't nod or shake her head. It seemed that she didn't know what to say.
After a while, she whispered, "The eldest young master likes to grow roses."
Wen Qing looked at her and pursed her lips.
Like to raise...
He lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips.
Red.
This rose is dyed.
Could it be the same rose as the one in the bedroom?
Seeing Wen Qing looking at the rose bushes again, Lily spoke again: "Madam, please don't get too close to these roses."
Wen Qing responded and said to her, "Then pick one for me."
Lily's face turned pale and she lowered her head: "Lily doesn't dare."
Wen Qing asked doubtfully, "Is Sikong the only one who can pick it?"
Lily nodded in response.
Wen Qing said, "Then I'll talk to Si Kong 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 calmly, "Emerald."
Lily frowned slightly: "I haven't seen it..."
Wen Qing stood aside and said to her and the housekeeper, "Look for it now."
"Yes." Lily responded and leaned over to start searching.
Wen Qing turned sideways and kicked the soil with his toes again. This time it was soft.
Maybe it's right here.
Yu Xing knows what happened in the castle, and Si Kong should be able to do so too.
Wen Qing frowned as he thought about wandering around the rose bushes last night.
He retracted his foot and was about to speak when he saw the gray-brown cloth mixed in the mud.
Wen Qing narrowed his eyes and asked directly: "What is this?"
Lily paused and hurried over.
When she saw the thing in the soil, her face changed drastically.
Wen Qing glanced at her and repeated, "What is this?"
Lily's face turned pale and she didn't dare to speak.
Wen Qing looked at the housekeeper, 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 was only a piece of gray-brown cloth, a circle around it, 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 look, she just stared at the ground, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw there was only a piece of cloth.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, there must be something else here.
Sikong is a moody young master.
The maids were afraid of Sikong.
Frequently changing gardeners.
Thinking of this, Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that Sikong not only attacks the players, but also the indigenous people here?
The next second, Sikong's gentle voice sounded behind him: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing froze in place, not daring to look at Si Kong.
Lily lowered her head, her voice trembling with nervousness: "Madam's brooch fell off...but we found a piece of cloth."
"Really?" Sikong lowered his eyes, glanced at the cloth on the ground, and asked casually, "Lily, what's going on?"
Lily was so frightened that her face turned pale. She knelt on the ground and stammered, "This looks like the sleeve of the last gardener. He probably cut it off accidentally..."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, and cut off her sleeves...
His eyelashes trembled as he looked at the bloodstains on the edge of the cloth and remembered what Sikong had said.
[The new gardener who came a few days ago was useless and broke his arm. ]
Sikong raised his hand and waved it. The gray-brown cloth burned out of thin air and the ashes dissipated in the air.
He lifted his eyelids, stared at Wen's trembling eyelashes, and chuckled: "Mother, don't look, it's dirty."
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