Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, dirty...
Did Sikong mean that the cloth was dirty? Or that the person was dirty?
Wen Qing's face turned pale when he remembered that Si Kong had told him not to touch the dyed red roses.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the particularly red rose beside him.
Very similar to the color of blood.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and bent her fingers.
Could it be raised from blood?
He looked at Lily who was kneeling on the ground. Lily was so frightened that she was out of her wits. Her hands hanging at both sides of her body were trembling and her face was pale. It was obvious that she was extremely afraid of Sikong.
Wen Qing paused for a moment and looked at Si Kong cautiously.
Sikong was also looking at him with a faint smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a hint of interest.
Like looking at some toy.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched.
Sikong half closed his eyes and moved his gaze downward to Wen Qing's red fingertips.
He took out his handkerchief, took a step forward, and whispered, "Mother, your hands are dirty."
Wen Qing didn't dare to let him wipe his hands, so he subconsciously stepped back and stood next to the housekeeper.
Seeing this, the housekeeper took a step forward, stood in front of Wen Qing, and said lightly: "Don't bother, young master."
After saying that, he took out his handkerchief, lowered his head, held up Wen Qing's hand, and gently wiped his fingertips.
The housekeeper's body temperature is cold, somewhat similar to that of Sikong, Yu Xing and others, but also a little different.
Wen Qing flexed his fingers instinctively, but did not struggle, allowing the butler to wipe his hands.
The housekeeper said calmly: "Rather than 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 butler expressionlessly.
The housekeeper didn't care, put down Wen Qing's hand and put away the handkerchief.
The air was exceptionally silent.
A breeze blew by, rustling the leaves around.
Wen Qing pursed her lips. The air was filled with the rich scent 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 disappeared in a flash, leaving only the strong scent of roses.
Wen Qing's face turned even paler. He was not mistaken.
It smells like rust and blood.
He eats everything except roses.
If red roses were dyed red with human blood...
Wen Qing glanced at the large patches of red roses around him, and a chill rose up under his feet.
Sikong looked at him and said calmly: "Why does mother look so bad?"
Wen Qing pinched his palms tightly and said calmly, "It's windy, a little cold."
"Is that so?" Sikong responded 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 chuckled and said, "That's good."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, his brain working rapidly.
After a moment, he took the initiative to ask Sikong: "Why did the last gardener cut off his clothes?"
Sikong did not answer, but called Lily's name: "Lily."
Lily was still kneeling on the ground, and said quickly: "He, he was clumsy, and the scissors he used to prune the roses were too sharp, so he got hurt..."
Wen Qing nodded, pretending to believe it, and asked, "Where is the little gardener from this 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 his eyes wide: "Are there any more bugs?"
After saying that, 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 Qing responded and continued, "I'm going back to my room to rest."
Butler: "Yes."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, hiding the nervousness in his eyes, and walked towards the castle.
When passing by Sikong, his heart was beating fast, for fear that Sikong would take action.
Fortunately, Sikong did not stop him, but just stood there.
Sikong looked at Wen Qing's slightly panicked back and chuckled again.
He glanced at Lily and asked gently, "Is Madam smart?"
Lily nodded repeatedly, her voice changing tone with fear: "Smart, Madam is smart."
Sikong smiled and said in a doting tone: "Obviously quite stupid."
“I just realized it now.”
Lily didn't dare to say a word and knelt on the ground.
Si Kong looked at Wen Qing's back as she walked further and further away, and said softly, "Lily, didn't I tell you not to scare the Madam?"
Lily's pupils shrank.
Sikong raised his hand, but suddenly paused and looked at Wen Qing who suddenly turned back.
Wen Qing's face turned pale, and he stood in the distance and shouted, "Lily, don't forget my brooch."
"Remember to look for it."
Perhaps because he was too nervous, his voice was trembling and slightly nasal.
It sounds kind of pitiful, but also very cute.
Lily was so scared that she held her breath. She waited for a long time, but Sikong didn't make any move on her. She looked at the sky cautiously.
The gloomy sky suddenly brightened up.
Si Kong stared at Wen Qing's back and curled his lips: "Seems to be quite smart."
***
Wen Qing walked quickly 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 it.
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 walked to the window and looked out.
Lily is still alive, looking for her brooch among the rose bushes.
Wen Qing closed his eyes and exhaled.
Sikong knew that he did not drop the brooch.
Facing Sikong, he could hardly protect himself, let alone stop Sikong from attacking Lily.
That was all he could say.
Wen Qing relaxed for a while and sat on the chair.
The butler poured him milk tea and handed him a strawberry cake: "Madam."
Wen Qing took a sip of the warm milk tea, and his hands and feet gradually warmed up.
He looked at the carvings on the teacup and fell into deep thought.
The Sikong he knew was a good god who protected mankind.
This Sikong kills without blinking an eye and is full of lies...
The two are completely opposite.
Wen Qing was distracted and wanted to take Sikong away from the castle.
Can he do it?
After a while, Wen Qing decided to attack little Ji Yu first.
Little Ji Yu is the easiest to coax.
He glanced at the rose bushes outside the window; they were endless and there was no end in sight.
Little Ji Yu was afraid to leave the castle.
Is there anything outside the castle?
Wen Qing asked, "Where is the gate of the castle?"
The housekeeper replied calmly: "Where there are no roses."
Wen Qing said hesitantly: "I want to go out and take a look."
Butler: "Okay."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.
There was no expression on the butler's face, and tiny blue lights flickered slowly in his eyes.
Wen Qing thought he didn't understand what he meant, so he added, "I mean, I want to go outside the castle and take a look."
Just like before, the butler said one word: "Okay."
Wen Qing was shocked: "Can I go out?"
The butler nodded: “No one can restrict you.”
Wen Qing tilted his head and looked at the roses outside the window.
Where there are no roses...
He can't see now.
It looks very far away.
Wen Qing asked again: "Is there any means of transportation?"
The butler nodded and said to him, "There is a stable in the castle."
Wen Qing said slowly: "I can't ride a horse."
The butler looked at him and said quietly, "I will."
Wen Qing: “???”
Is this to teach him? Or to take him riding?
After a moment of silence, Wen Qing asked tentatively: "Anything else?"
"Yes," the blue light in the butler's eyes flashed faster, and his tone remained indifferent, "I can hold you."
Wen Qing: “…”
"Then let's ride a horse."
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief now that he could go out and didn't have to stay in the castle all the time.
He picked up the spoon and was about to eat the dessert.
When I looked up, I saw the vase in front of me and the exceptionally bright red roses in it.
He pursed his lips and said to the butler, "Throw this away."
After saying that, Wen Qing added three more words: "Quietly."
The butler lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Yes."
Wen Qing didn't notice the change in his expression, as his attention was all on the butler's hands moving the chair.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and said to the housekeeper: "I mean the vase..."
The butler hummed and said calmly, "The eldest young master has also sat on this chair."
Wen Qing was silent, watching the housekeeper 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 withdrew his gaze and looked at the strawberry cake beside him.
The triangular strawberry cake is decorated with a few strawberries on top, and there is a thin layer of strawberry jam between the cake and the cream.
Wen Qing scooped 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 beside his finger.
Wen Qing lowered her head, licked it, and rolled away the jam with the tip of her tongue, revealing her white and tender fingers.
As if possessed by a ghost, he stuck out his tongue again and licked his fingertips.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and didn't notice anything unusual in the mirror.
The man in the mirror was doing the same thing, only faster.
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