Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then raised her hand to touch Sikong's hair, like a mother touching her son.

He raised his eyes and met his boss Kong Kong's dark eyes.

Sikong's tone was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, just a little bit of interest.

A bit like

Wen Qing was stunned, a bit like the eyes they had when they first met on the rooftop.

The interest in Sikong's eyes was fleeting, so fast that he almost thought it was his own illusion.

Feeling the weakening of the strength around her waist, Wen Qing struggled a bit and broke away from Sikong's embrace.

Wen Qing pulled the distance between the two and stood outside Si Kong's arm.

Sikong still had a smile on his face, and his eyebrows were slightly curved.

It looked like he was laughing, and there was an unspeakable weirdness.

Wen Qing was accustomed to Sikong's impatient expression, and was a little unaccustomed to the way he smiled.

and

Looking at the raised lips of the man in front of him, he always felt that this expression was not Sikong's smiling expression.

Should Sikong be more gentle when he smiles?

But Wen Qing had never seen Sikong laugh like this.

He couldn't help but think about it, could it be that Sikong's laugh is a little weird? So you don't usually look impatient?

Seeing Wen Qing's mental thoughts, Sikong chuckled lightly, restraining his emotions a little.

He glanced at Asha, who was still trembling beside him, and asked, "Asha, what did the little gardener say just now?"

Asha, who was suddenly named, turned even paler and stammered, "He, he said that Madam is beautiful."

"Huh?" Sikong raised his eyelids, smiling softly on his lips, "Did he say that?"

The more gentle Sikong was, the more afraid Asha became.

Her teeth were chattering and she stumbled and said, "He, he said, your wife is so beautiful..."

Wen Qing regained her senses, heard Asha's voice a bit strange, and tilted her head to look over.

In the next second, there was an extra hand on the cheek.

Sikong put one hand on his face, preventing him from looking at Asha, and said softly, "Do you hear me?"

"They thought you were my wife," he said, after a pause, and then he called out every word, "Mother."

Sikong's palm was cold, and the coldness came from his hand to his face, Wen Qing couldn't help tilting his head, avoiding Sikong's hand.

Why did Sikong keep touching him?

Wen Qing blinked and said slowly, "He's still young."

"I can't see my dignity."

Hearing this, Sikong laughed again.

Compared to the old castle, this hut is very small, not even as big as the old castle restaurant. Sikong's laughter echoed in the house, clearly reaching his ears.

Sikong's pupils were black, because of the dim lighting in the room or some other reason, his eyes were dull, dark and bottomless.

A little bit like Sikong.

But this is clearly Sikong.

Wen Qing frowned, because the excitement of meeting an acquaintance in the dungeon calmed down, he glanced at Asha, who was bloodless beside him, and then at Sikong.

He hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, when suddenly, a footstep sounded from behind the house.

The maid named Lily just now came back.

She walked straight to Sikong, leaned over and nodded, "Master, we've settled down."

"You can start pruning the roses later."

Sikong responded, looked at Wen Qing, and said to Lily, "Take Madam back to rest."

Lily: "Yes."

Wen Qing raised her eyes to look at Sikong, only to see Sikong make a mouth gesture to himself: [Go back and wait for me. 】

At this moment, Wen Qing seemed to see the familiar Sikong again.

He was stunned for a moment, and Lily's voice sounded in his ears: "Madam."

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then turned around and followed Lily out of the hut.

Sikong glanced at Lily and said lightly, "Don't let Madam get hurt or frightened."

His tone was soft, and Lily was so nervous that her face was pale: "Yes."

Sikong stood by the door, looked at Asha who had just stepped out with one foot, and shouted casually, "Asha."

Asha turned pale and stopped.

Sikong lifted his eyelids, looked at Wen Qing's thin back, and asked, "What did Madam say this morning?"

Asha lowered her head and said nervously, "Husband and Madam asked about the three young masters."

Sikong hooked his lips and called softly, "Asha."

Asha was so frightened that her head dropped even lower. She didn't dare to hide it any longer, and said quickly, "Madam asked about the situation of the three young masters and asked if you have black hair now? Say you want to dye your hair."

"Also, I also asked about the heights of you and the second young master, and said, that the second young master wanted you to be taller."

Tall, black hair.

Sikong sneered, "Are those scumbags still alive?"

Asha didn't know what Sikong was talking about, bit her lip and didn't dare to make any movement.

Sikong asked again, "What did you tell your wife?"

Asha swallowed her saliva in a panic, her voice was a little hoarse: "I, I advise Madam not to be sad because of the matter of the master, and let him think of the three young masters."

Sikong looked at Wen Qing who was walking further and further, and said to Asha casually, "How could he feel sorry for his father."

"Without the father, the mother has a son."

The corners of Sikong's lips slowly curled up: "Do you think so? Asha."

Asha: "Yes, yes..."

the other side

Wen Qing followed Lily for a while and couldn't help but look back.

Sikong and Asha were standing one after the other, and because of the distance, Wen Qing couldn't see their expressions clearly.

The next second, Lily's nervous and sharp voice sounded beside him: "Madam, please be careful."

"Don't get stabbed by a rose thorn."

Wen Qing looked back and said to her, "I'm fine."

"Even if it's scratched—"

Before she finished speaking, Lily hurriedly interrupted: "No way!"

"Madam won't be hurt."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at her panicked mood, thinking of what Sikong just said.

Is it because of what Sikong said?

Wen Qing followed Lily forward, waited for the expression on her face to return to calm, and asked, "Is your name Lily right?"

Lily nodded.

Wen Qing continued to approach: "What's your usual job?"

Lily told the truth: "In charge of arranging the work of the servants in the castle."

Wen Qing thought about it, this is a small leader, and he should have had contact with the three young masters.

He asked tentatively, "Does the eldest young master laugh often?"

Hearing the words of the eldest young master, Lily's face changed slightly.

Wen Qing could see clearly now.

Is Lily afraid of Sikong's current identity, or is she afraid of Sikong?

Wen Qing pursed her lips and added: "I just care about the mental health of the eldest young master."

"After all, the master passed away..."

Lily looked calm and said slowly, "The eldest young master usually laughs."

"Really?" Wen Qing lowered his eyes and responded.

The breeze blew, and he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

Wen Qing paused, looked sideways, and saw that the red rose not far away was particularly red, and there seemed to be something at the bottom of the bush.

Seeing Wen Qing's movement, Lily hurried forward and stood in front of the rose bush: "Madam."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and said to her, "I'll take a look."

Lily followed his gaze, her face changed, and she said, "Please go back as soon as possible, Madam."

In order to prevent Wen Qing from approaching the rose bushes, Lily stood directly on the lace, her bare arms were scratched by the thorns.

She didn't seem to feel any pain, looked straight at Wen Qing, and repeated, "Please go back as soon as possible, Madam."

Wen Qing had no choice but to write down the location of the flower bush and walked towards the castle.

When he reached the gate of the castle, Lily was still staring at him.

Wen Qing had to take a few steps inside.

It wasn't until a certain distance from the door, away from the roses planted at the door, that Lily breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and turned to leave.

Wen Qing stood by the wall and saw two maids come out from the corridor beside

They didn't notice Wen Qing, walked quickly to the door, and whispered, "The weather is nice today."

"It seems that the young master is in a good mood today."

"Because of hiring a new gardener?"

"do not talk."

The two walked out in a hurry, and the ancient castle returned to dead silence.

Wen Qing looked up at the sky, it was still dark and there was no sun.

Is this also called the weather?

Just as he was thinking, there was a slight movement from the stairs beside him.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The sound of something hitting the ground became louder and clearer.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, she looked up, and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy walking downstairs while slapping the ball.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, he thought it was a three-headed dog, but he didn't expect it to be a child.

Dressed in colorful, very bright, bright to a little spicy eyes.

The little boy also noticed Wen Qing standing by the wall.

He looked down at Wen Qing, the movement in his hand stopped, the ball bounced on the stairs, rushed straight to Wen Qing, and hit Wen Qing's calf.

The ball is soft and doesn't hurt at all when hit on the leg.

Wen Qing didn't react, but the little boy was obviously taken aback and ran down in a panic.

The little boy ran faster and faster, and his short legs had to take two steps in one step.

Wen Qing was worried that he would fall, and said quickly, "Be careful."

The voice fell, and saw the little boy's right foot stepped on the left trouser leg, his body swayed, and he fell straight down.

Wen Qing hurriedly stepped forward, caught the little boy, and held him in his arms: "Are you alright?"

The little boy smelled the familiar breath on his body, froze, stretched out his arms around Wen Qing's waist, didn't move, didn't say a word.

Wen Qing thought he was injured, so she picked up the little boy directly, sat on the steps, and lowered her head to check his feet: "Where does it hurt?"

The little boy buried his face in his chest and shook his head.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, patted his head, and asked softly, "Don't your feet hurt?"

The little boy nodded again.

He still didn't speak, he hugged Wen Qing tightly, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Wen Qing hugged him and felt the little boy's heart beating fast: "Aren't you hurt?"

The little boy shook his head again.

"That's good." Wen let out a sigh of relief.

He has always been very popular with children, and since he prevented the little boy from falling down the stairs just now, it is normal for him to stick to him.

Wen Qing didn't think the little boy's behavior was strange.

He lowered his head and frowned slightly at the little boy's obviously ill-fitting clothes.

Not only are the colors of the clothes colorful, but the styles are also very large. The clothes and trousers are obviously bigger than his body, so that he almost fell when he went downstairs just now.

Wen Qing wondered whose child this was, no one was watching.

After hesitating for a while, he raised his hand and touched the little boy's head, and asked in a childish tone, "Whose child are you?"

Hearing this, the little boy slowly started, looking at Wen Qing with big black eyes: "Your family."

Wen Qing was stunned.

The little boy looked at him, pursed his lips, and said two more words: "Mother."

Wen Qing could hear that the voice was a little familiar, it was the one who picked up the ball just now.

So this is the third young master who plays ball.

He was stunned, thankful that he didn't say that he was going to take him to find his mother just now.

But why did the third young master dress like this? Nobody cares?

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw the little boy looking at him suspiciously.

"Mother, don't you know me?"

"Acknowledge, know..." Wen Qing replied dryly.

He wiped the dust off the little boy's face and said slowly, "I was just kidding you."

The little boy was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion: "Tease me?"

"What do you mean by teasing me?"

Wen Qing squeezed his cheek and explained, "I just think you are cute and want to talk to you."

Hearing this, the little boy Bai Nen's cheeks slowly turned red, and whispered, "I think my mother is cute too."

After a while, he raised his hand, imitating Wen Qing's actions just now, pinched Wen Qing's face, and said in a milky voice, "Whose mother are you?"

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and then said in agreement, "Your family."

The little boy smiled shyly.

He lowered his eyes and drilled into Wen Qing's arms again, next to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looked at his eyebrows and always felt a little familiar.

where have you seen

Wen Qing stared at it for a long time, and saw that the little boy's whole face turned red, and finally saw it.

This kid looks like Ji Sheng, a reduced version of Ji Sheng.

More precisely, like Ji Yu.

Think of the three-headed dog that picked up the ball just now.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, shouldn't his dead husband be Ji Yu?

Aware of Wen Qing's emotional change, the little boy raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Wen Qing regained her composure, and asked in the tone of coaxing the child just now, "What's this child's name?"

The little boy blushed and whispered, "This kid's name is Ji Yu."

The smile on Wen Qing's face froze.

Why is it the same as Ji Yu's name?

"Which one is it?"

The little boy whispered, "It's a gift given."

After speaking, he couldn't help raising his hand and touched his red and hot face with his hand, trying to cool down.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and saw the scar on the little boy's hand.

As if it was scratched by something, from the back of the hand to the wrist, a straight bloodstain had scabbed over, but it was sticking to the black thing, which looked a little oozing on the child's Bai Nen hand.

Wen Qing frowned and asked, "What happened to Xiao Jiyu's hand?"

Xiao Jiyu said slowly, "I hit it."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then asked again, "Is there no one to help you heal the wound?"

Xiao Jiyu shook his head: "Don't ask them to help."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then carried him to the bathroom on the first floor, let him sit on the washstand, and rinsed his dirty wound with clean water.

After rinsing, the wound on Xiao Jiyu's hand looked more oozing.

Not only is it long, it also looks deep.

Wen Qing frowned, glanced around, and couldn't even see a figure.

He called out, "Anyone?"

Soon, a maid hurried over: "Madam."

Wen Qing said, "Bring some medicine here."

"Yes."

The maid moved quickly. Wen Qing walked for a while and walked to the living room. Before she could sit down, the maid came over with the medicine box.

She knelt on the ground and wanted to give Ji Yu the medicine.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Xiao Jiyu ducked immediately, put his hand under Wen Qing's eyelids, and looked at him eagerly.

"Do you want me to come?" Wen Qing froze.

Xiao Jiyu nodded.

Wen Qing took the cotton swab from the maid's hand, lowered her head and smeared it on the back of Ji Yu's hand: "The pain will stop soon, Xiao Jiyu bear with it."

Xiao Jiyu: "Okay."

He looked straight at Wen Qing, without any reaction because of the stinging pain of the wound, instead he curved his lips.

After Wen Qing bandaged the wound, she heard Xiao Jiyu ask him, "Does mother want anything?"

Wen Qing thoughtfully tied a bow to him and pinched his cheek: "I want your wound not to touch water."

Xiao Jiyu was stunned and looked at him blankly.

Wen Qing picked him up and asked, "Where is your room?"

The maid stood up immediately and said to Wen Qing, "Madam, please come with me."

Wen Qing followed her to the stairs.

Xiao Jiyu's ball stood quietly beside the stairs.

Wen Qing was about to pick it up, but the maid rushed over quickly, picked up the ball, held it in her arms like a treasure, and then smiled at Wen Qing: "Madam, the third young master's room is on the third floor."

Wen Qing followed her upstairs.

Walking into Xiao Jiyu's bedroom, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment.

Although the bedroom is large, there are no decorations except for the necessities such as bed, table and chairs, wardrobe.

It's a world apart from his fancy room.

Wen frowned slightly, put Ji Yu on the bed, and coaxed, "Let's change clothes, okay?"

Xiao Jiyu nodded obediently, and skillfully undressed herself.

Wen Qing opened the closet, and the clothes inside were normal, but they were large and small, in various colors, all of which seemed to be styles and colors that children would like.

He took out a set of clothes, walked over to the bed, and asked tentatively, "Did Xiao Jiyu wear the clothes he was wearing?"

Xiao Jiyu nodded, took the clothes from Wen Qing's hand, and said slowly while wearing them, "No one else."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then glanced at the maid again.

Xiao Jiyu didn't respond to the maid. It didn't look like she was being abused. It seemed that she simply didn't want to rely on others and wanted to do it herself.

Soon, Xiao Jiyu got dressed. He raised his head and asked again, "Does mother want anything?"

Wen Qing didn't think much, and touched his head: "I want you to be obedient."

Xiao Jiyu's face turned red again and whispered, "I'll be good."

Seeing this, Wen Qing couldn't help sighing in her heart, the third child is really cute.

He thought that such an obedient child should directly agree to leave the castle with him.

The advanced task is to take the three young masters out of the castle, Wen Qing did not ask Xiao Jiyu now.

Seeing Xiao Jiyu yawning, Wen Qing asked, "Do you want to sleep?"

Xiao Jiyu replied softly.

"Then sleep for a while," Wen lightly patted his head, "I also have other things to do."

Hearing the second sentence, Xiao Jiyu paused, did not hold Wen Qing's sleeve, and said obediently, "Goodbye mother."

Wen Qing turned around and walked out, walked to the door, stopped, turned her head and said to the maid, "Take care of the third young master."

Maid: "Yes."

Wen Qing left the bedroom and closed the door.

The moment the door slammed, the maid knelt down beside the bed, raised the ball with both hands, and said cautiously, "Master..."

"This is your ball."

Xiao Jiyu took the ball and asked her calmly, "What do you want?"

The maid's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and her tone was excited: "I, I want gold."

"I want wealth that I will never use up in my life."

"it is good."