Wen Qing smelled the faint smell of blood on Sikong's body.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that Sikong was injured, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the smell of blood disappeared without a trace.

Wen Qing's lips and teeth were filled with the rich fragrance of roses, lingering on Sikong, from head to toe.

Obviously, Sikong stayed in the rose garden for a long time.

Wen Qing smelled it carefully.

There is really no other smell, only rose scent.

He didn't think much about it, thinking that the fragrance of the flowers was too strong, causing him to smell it wrong.

Feeling that Sikong was touching his head, as if coaxing a child, Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly let go of his hand.

He asked slowly, "Is it you who was in the rose garden just now?"

Sikong hummed.

Wen raised his eyes to look at him, a little surprised, "So are you the eldest young master of Rose Castle now?"

Sikong responded, the corners of his lips rose, and his tone was gentle, "Yeah."

Wen Qing blinked, thinking that if Sikong is the eldest young master, it means that the moody person Bai Tong and the others met is the second young master.

Thinking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Asha just said that the second young master usually stays in the room, which means that there is not much chance for them to meet.

Sikong will definitely follow him out of the castle.

The second young master is moody, and the third young master has a small three-headed dog

Because the person in front of him was Sikong, Wen Qing was very relaxed, standing in front of him with lowered eyes and contemplating the advanced tasks, completely ignoring the smile on Sikong's face.

Sikong looked down at him.

Wen Qing's eyes were wet and red, her eyelashes were stained with a little teardrop, her long pressed eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fair cheeks showed a little red, looking pitiful and cute.

It was exactly how he liked it.

"Sikong..." Wen Qing raised her head again.

Sikong's brows and eyes were half-closed, looking at the light smile on Wen Qing's lips, the trust in his eyes.

Did you see Sikong so happy?

Then if you know the truth...

Just thinking about it, the smile on Sikong's lips grew bigger and bigger, and his excited fingertips trembled slightly.

He raised his hand slowly, fingering the tears on Wen Qing's cheeks.

Wen Qing was stunned by his actions, took a step back quickly, and said embarrassedly, "I'll just wipe it myself."

"Don't move." Sikong whispered, pressing his left hand on his shoulder, placing his right hand on Wen Qing's cheek, and wiping away the tears with his thumb.

Feeling the warm skin and fresh life under his fingers, he almost couldn't control himself.

He flexed his fingers and wiped away the tears.

one more time.

Tears were wiped away, but Sikong was still rubbing his soft and tender skin.

The white and tender skin on his cheeks quickly turned red, and it was obviously rubbed out by someone, hooking the sadistic desire in his heart.

Wen Qing didn't notice Sikong Hao's abnormality, until his strength became heavier and heavier, his cheeks hurt a little, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The water vapor that dissipated under the eyes floated up again.

Wen Qing called out again, "Sikong?"

Sikong regained his senses, paused, lowered his eyes to restrain his emotions, and said lightly, "Sorry."

"You have something dirty on your face."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was similar to the zoo dungeon. He smelled of a three-headed dog or something, and Sikong was helping him.

Wen whispered "Thank you."

Sikong let out a low laugh, slowly retracted his hand, gently brushed Wen Qing's wet eyelashes with his fingertips, and whispered, "Why are you crying like this?"

Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she whispered, "You don't know."

Sikong lowered his eyes and said softly, "I know now."

The voice of this sentence was very soft, Wen Qing didn't hear it clearly, but only knew two words.

He pursed his lips and continued to talk about what he wanted to say just now, "I just saw a three-headed dog."

Sikong raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Wen nodded lightly and said while gesturing, "But it's only so high."

"The eyes of the three heads are also black, not red."

As he said that, he glanced around to make sure that there was no one around, and asked Sikong in a low voice, "It's a bit similar to the three-headed dog we saw before, but it's a bit different."

"Could it be the former son or grandson?"

Wen Qing raised his eyes, looked at himself deeply into the dark eyes of his boss, and couldn't see his emotions.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "Can't you say this?"

Sikong responded casually.

Wen Qing snorted and whispered, "That's fine."

He continued to think for himself

The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more she felt that they were related.

The little three-headed dog is playing with the ball, and the big three-headed dog might be playing with people.

And this is still a god-level dungeon, shouldn't Ji Yu be there?

Wen Qing was a little worried, and quickly asked the 001 system in her heart, if it was a three-headed dog, can I use the dog trainer's halo?

001 Hmm.

Wen Qing continued to ask but it has three heads, do I want to slap it three times? Or just any one?

001 said any one indifferently, it just has three heads.

Not three dogs.

With these two sentences, Wen Qing could hear 001's tone a bit cold, as if she was upset and angry.

Wen Qing was stunned, wondering what happened to you?

001 sneered and asked what can I do?

Wen Qing was more certain now, 001 was angry.

He slowly said to 001 that I am different from you.

I can't hear what you're thinking, and I can't find out in time that you're angry, let alone why you're angry.

Wen Qing said seriously, so if you are still angry, you can tell me.

001 was quiet for a while, and told him it wasn't because of you.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and answered in a low voice.

001's tone softened a little, and said I was fine.

Wen Qing was still a little upset when she heard 001, so she mumbled vaguely, thinking to herself, if it had nothing to do with herself, she could still make 001 angry

Does it have something to do with love action movies?

You do the task well, it paused, couldn't help but emphasize, wiped its eyes.

See who is who.

Wen Qing pondered the meaning of his clean eyes, did he mean his yellow eye disease?

Wen Qing stopped thinking about it and looked at Sikong.

Sikong stood aside and looked at himself quietly.

Behind him are two overlapping long knives, with a gloomy air-conditioning that blends perfectly with Sikong's temperament.

Wen Qing couldn't help but take a second glance.

Sikong glanced at the knife and asked casually, "Do you like it?"

Wen Qing shook his head "I don't like it."

He's never been interested in this kind of stuff.

Sikong chuckled, "It's a pity."

"These two knives are pretty good."

"lady!"

Suddenly, a girl exclaimed from behind.

Wen Qing tilted her head and looked over, it was Asha.

Asha ran towards him quickly, without taking two steps, as if she saw something frightening, her face turned pale instantly.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked back and saw that there was nothing.

Sikong looked at Asha coldly, his tone was still gentle, "What's wrong? Asha."

"What did you see?"

Asha knelt directly to the ground, 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 forced out a sentence, "Yes, I saw the second young master."

Wen Qing stood between Asha and Sikong, facing Asha, without seeing Sikong's expression.

Seeing that Asha was so frightened, he became more and more sure that Bai Tong and the others met the second young master, and even the maids in the castle saw his discoloration.

Asha knelt on the ground and continued, "I-I'm worried about Madam."

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand and slapped herself fiercely, "It's all Asha's fault, Asha shouldn't let Madam walk around alone."

"My wife has only been married for a few days, and I'm not familiar with the situation..."

Asha slapped herself hard as she spoke.

The delicate cheeks flushed instantly, and the slap echoed in the corridor, clear and loud.

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then stepped forward quickly and stopped Asha's movement, "Stop hitting."

"I told the housekeeper that I want to walk alone."

Asha paused and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Wen Qing helped the person up and asked suspiciously, "I told the housekeeper, didn't he tell you?"

"No," Asha lowered her head, her voice more sobbing, "Mr. Butler won't tell us."

Wen Qing was stunned, and then said, "I'm fine, you can do other things."

Asha opened her mouth, and after feeling the gloomy gaze on the side, she quickly lowered her head and did not dare to make a sound.

Seeing her speechless appearance, Wen Qing was even more puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Asha shook her head.

Sikong said, "Asha is your personal maid, just let her follow."

Wen responded lightly and asked Asha to follow him.

Asha is very measured, not very close to them, keeping a certain distance.

Wen Qing glanced at Asha from the corner of her eye, recalling how Asha looked like she had seen a ghost just now, and then turned her head to look at Sikong.

Sikong's facial features are deep and his outline is sharp, and there is no big change from his previous appearance. The only difference is that he is more emotional now. Wen Qing can see that he is a little happy at the moment.

Following Sikong through the corridor and out of the gate, Wen raised his head slightly, and saw that the sky also changed.

The gloomy sky has dissipated some of the dark clouds. Although there is still no sun, it is much brighter than the sky just now.

There are rose bushes planted at the door, and the rose petals are filled with water droplets, which are bright and dripping, and the green leaves are even more vibrant.

These plants are completely unaffected by the weather.

Wen Qing stood at the door, looking at the colorful roses in the distance, pursed her lips, and asked Sikong in a low voice, "Where are we going now?"

Sikong said lightly, "The flower picker."

"The new gardener who came a few days ago was useless and broke his hand."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the roses again. The flowers were not tall, reaching the waist, so they wouldn't break.

Remembering that Bai Tong said someone had played the role of a gardener, Wen Qing paused.

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?"

The warm breath brushed across his neck, Sikong narrowed his eyes, and responded in a low voice.

The next second, Asha's stumbling voice sounded behind her, "Husband, madam..."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at her.

Asha turned pale and said nervously, "You, your clothes are stuck with leaves."

After speaking, she took a trembling step forward and reached out her hand cautiously.

At the moment when he was about to touch the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, a hand moved faster than his.

Sikong leaned on his side, picked up the leaf stuck behind Wen Qing, threw it to the ground casually, and looked at Asha with a warning.

Asha froze and stepped back quickly.

After taking two steps, Sikong turned his head to look at Wen Qing.

Because Asha suddenly made a sound just now, Wen Qing distanced herself from him again.

The two were separated by half a meter.

Sikong moved his nose slightly, sniffing the fragrance of roses in the air.

He and Wen Qing were too far away to smell the unique sweet fragrance on Wen Qing's body.

Sikong half closed his eyes and glanced at Asha.

Asha's eyebrows were lowered, and she seemed relieved.

Sikong snorted softly, walked to Wen Qing's side, raised his hand around his waist, and brought it to himself.

Wen Qing froze for a moment and looked at Sikong blankly.

Sikong slowly lowered his head, kissed the gentle earlobe in front of Asha, and whispered, "Be careful."

Wen Qing swayed slightly and leaned against Sikong.

Sikong's breath went straight into his ear, itchy and cold.

For some reason, Sikong felt a icy chill.

Wen Qing endured the discomfort and asked in a low voice, "Be careful of what?"

Sikong looked down at his rosy earlobes, and hooked his lips, "Don't let Asha find out that something is wrong."

"Come closer to me."

The cool breath infiltrated into the collar, Wen Qing couldn't help shrinking her neck, and asked in a low voice, "How good is our relationship?"

He was a little puzzled. As Asha said just now, he had only been married for a few days.

Are you close to your eldest son?

"Yeah," Sikong replied, his expression unchanged, and whispered, "You stick to me."

"After all, I'm the eldest son," Sikong admired the crimson that gradually spread on Wen Qing's ears, and said two words lightly, "Like a father."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and out of the corner of the eye glanced at Asha behind him.

Asha lowered her head, her face was still pale, and her hands by her legs were trembling slightly, which looked a little strange.

The action of being held by Sikong is a bit ambiguous and uncomfortable, and Wen Qing is not used to it, nor does he like it.

He hesitated for a while, then turned his head and said to Asha, "Asha, are you feeling unwell?"

"Why don't you go to rest first."

Hearing this, Asha's face turned even paler, she bit her lip and shook her head again and again.

"Asha is not, not feeling well"

Sikong "It's her duty to serve you."

Asha refused to leave, and Wen Qing had no choice but to be hugged and continued to walk forward.

There are rose bushes outside the castle. The flowers are very beautiful, but the thorns are very infiltrating. A rose has countless thorns, standing upright, with red tips. I don't know if it was the original color or something else. Something got soaked.

Passing through a rose bush, walking to the side of the castle, there is a two-story cottage.

Before entering, Wen Qing heard the chatter inside.

"Miss maid, why do you have to hire a gardener every three to five?"

"It's because the rose garden is too big."

"Maidmaid, can you tell me what color roses adults like?"

"I wasn't selected last time I came here, this time I will definitely be able to."

…………

These are the voices of heavy men, which can be heard clearly from a distance.

The voices of several people talking became louder and louder, and soon, another female voice sounded.

"Quiet!" She also raised the volume because the voices of the gardeners who came to apply were too loud.

"Young masters don't like noisy people! I advise you to talk less!"

"And you, you're both forty and fifty years old, and it's your luck that you weren't chosen to be a gardener—"

Hearing this, Wen Qing was stunned. Do the maids know what will happen in the castle?

Asha hurried forward, opened the door, and scolded, "Lily!"

The maid who was wearing the talking in the room froze, turned around, and knelt down without even raising her head.

There was more than one maid in the house, as soon as Lily knelt down, the others also knelt down.

A few gardeners look at me, I look at you, and hesitantly knelt to the ground.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then looked at Sikong.

Sikong looked calm, and said lightly, "Get up when you kneel."

"Yes." The maids stood up nervously.

The maid who was scolded by Asha just now didn't stand up. She raised her hand and slapped herself a few times. She lowered her head and said, "Lily is wrong."

Sikong glanced at her and said lightly, "Don't let me say it again."

Lily made a move, she couldn't believe she was let go like this.

Sikong glanced at the four or five gardeners in front of him, frowning slightly, "Are there only so many people?"

Lily nodded and said quickly, "Because we have recruited many times, there are only five people this time."

There are a total of five gardeners in the house, four of them are very old, all over the age of 30, the last one is very young, wearing overalls, and his face is still childish.

Among them, the oldest gardener lifted the flowerpot behind him and said to Sikong, "Sir, this is a black rose that I carefully cultivated."

Sikong glanced at the rose, without even glancing at the works brought by the others, and raised his chin directly at the youngest gardener, "You stay."

As soon as these words came out, not only the little gardener was stunned, but several other old gardeners were also stunned.

The man standing beside the florist quickly patted the florist on the back, "Don't hurry up and thank the lord!"

The little gardener hurriedly bent down and thanked, "Thank you, sir."

He glanced at Wen Qing who was being held by Sikong, and added, "Thank you ma'am."

"Your wife is so beautiful."

Wen Qing said quickly, "I'm not his wife."

The little gardener quickly apologized, "It's my rudeness, miss."

Hearing this name, Wen Qing was silent.

He looked down at his clothes and said to the little gardener, "I'm a man."

The little gardener blushed and stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry, young master."

Sikong laughed lowly and said to Lily, "Take him down."

Several old gardeners were led out of the hut by the maids, and the little gardeners were led back by the maids.

Wen Qing looked at the lace on his body, the hanging jewels, and then looked at Sikong beside him.

Sikong and his clothes are similar.

He lifted his eyelids, Sikong was still smiling.

It was the first time saw Sikong smile like this.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked slowly, "Is it so funny?"

Sikong nodded, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "I haven't been so happy for a long time."

Wen Qing froze for a moment and looked up at him.

Sikong slowly lowered his head and leaned in front of him.

Wen Qing stepped back subconsciously, but her hands tightened around her waist and brought him to Sikong again.

Sikong stared into his eyes, pressed his nose intimately, and said in an ambiguous tone, "You will make me happier."

"Right? Mother."

Wen Qing was stunned, not because of Sikong's behavior, but because of Sikong's words.

This, this is all fucking shit

After a long while, Wen nodded lightly, "Hey, good son."