Wen Qing walked through the corridor and stopped when she passed the window in the corridor.

The view from the corridor on the third floor was wider than that of his bedroom on the fourth floor, and several maids could clearly be seen standing in front of the rose bushes.

Wen Qing took a closer look and found that one of them was Lily, and the other two seemed to be the maids who were talking about the weather just now.

The three of them leaned over the edge of the bush, two of them were holding tools in their hands, shoveling the soil, as if they were burying something, and Lily was standing by to direct.

Wen Qing couldn't see their expressions clearly, and couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging from the tools dropped from time to time by the two maids, they were panicked.

Lily just didn't let him see the rose bushes

There must be something in there.

Wen Qing stood by the window and watched for a long time, wanting to see what they were burying, but the ground beside their feet was completely covered by the fluffy maid skirt, so she couldn't see it at all.

He whispered to 001 in his heart, can you see what they are burying?

001 hummed.

Wen Qing asked what was it?

001 did not speak.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking to herself, what 001 can't say should be very important, maybe it's a clue.

It didn't take long for Lily and the others to bury their things and walked towards the location of the wooden house with tools.

Wen Qing withdrew his gaze and walked to his room, thinking about finding an opportunity at night to see what was buried.

Before walking a few steps, he smelled a faint fragrance, a bit like sandalwood in a temple, but a little different, but it was calming.

Wen Qing took a breath and looked at the long corridor in front of her.

The taste just didn't exist.

Wen Qing continued to walk forward and came to a door.

It seems to be coming from this door.

The castle has a total of four floors, and his bedroom is on the fourth floor, here is the third floor.

Since Xiao Jiyu's bedroom is here, could it be a study? Or someone else's bedroom?

While thinking about it, the door suddenly opened with a click.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and looked over vigilantly.

This is a bedroom, a celadon incense burner is placed on the bed, table and chairs, and green smoke rises.

There was a man sitting on the chair, with black hair, with his back to Wen Qing.

Seeing the color of his hair, Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Although the back was familiar, it wasn't Sikong.

Shouldn't it be the second young master?

Wen Qing took a step back nervously.

The next second, the person sitting in the chair turned his head and looked over. He had handsome features, and his narrow eyes looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and she blurted out, "Yu Xing?!"

Yu Xing sat upright on the chair, his expression indifferent, his face did not have the kind of condescending smile that Wen Qing was familiar with, and his lips were tightly pursed.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, the voice was also suffocating, exactly the same.

But it was no longer a casual tone, without dragging the end, but word by word, and said it coldly.

Yu Xing actually called himself "you"?

Wen Qing was a little unbelievable.

Seeing this, Yu Xing frowned and stood up slowly.

He was wearing a white shirt with buttons tied to the neckline and cufflinks tied neatly, without the slightest omission, showing a cold and ascetic temperament throughout.

It is completely different from the familiar suffocation.

Wen Qing was stunned.

Yu Xing walked to the door, two meters away from Wen Qing, stopped and asked indifferently, "What's the matter with you?"

"Mother."

Mother?

Hearing this title, Wen Qing suddenly came back to her senses.

He looked at Yu Xing's black hair, and then looked at Yu Xing's height.

Is this Yu Xun really the Second Young Master? !

Wen Qing took two steps back and looked at him nervously, "It's okay."

"If it's all right, please stay away from me," Yu Xing lifted his eyelids and smelled the sweet fragrance in the air, a trace of irritability appeared in his eyebrows, and said coldly, "You smell very bad."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, not angry because of Yu Xing's words, but felt a little novel.

When Yu Xing doesn't say those nonsense words, it's quite normal.

Wen Qing slowly backed away and said to Yu Xing, "Then I'll go first."

"goodbye."

Yu Xing watched Wen Qing run away without turning his head, the irritability in his heart not only did not dissipate, but intensified.

He froze his face and said sternly, "Where are the people?"

The maids came hurriedly.

Yu Xing sniffed the residual smell in the air and frowned, "Disinfection."

"Yes."

…………

Wen Qing quickly ran upstairs and ran back to his bedroom.

He leaned back against the door, his heart beating violently, his fingertips quivering.

So the three young masters are Sikong, Yu Xing, and Xiao Jiyu.

They all call themselves mothers, and no one is doing anything to themselves at the moment.

Motherhood is useful.

Wen lightly exhaled, walked quickly to the table, and drank two large glasses of water in one go.

His nervousness subsided.

You don't die so easily.

Wen Qing lowered her head and looked at the gold-painted ceramic tea set on the table, thinking that she had three good sons.

Since Sikong is Sikong, depression is depression.

Ji Yu should also be Ji Yu, but don't know why he became a child, not only in appearance, but also in psychology.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, carefully recalling Ji Yu's changes and the changes in stagnation.

The two of them looked very different from what they were familiar with.

In comparison, Sikong looks a little strange.

There are changes, but not so obvious

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the large roses outside the window.

Suddenly, Sikong came into his field of vision.

Sikong walked to the red rose bush, raised his hand and picked one of them, lowered his head and sniffed.

Seemingly aware of Wen Qing's gaze, he looked up at the fourth floor.

A second before the two were about to look at each other, a shadow stood in front of Wen Qing.

The housekeeper appeared out of nowhere, walked to the window, and closed the window directly.

Wen was startled.

The butler calmly drew the gauze curtain to block the sight of the outside.

He turned around and caught a glimpse of the shocked look on Wen Qing's face. Before Wen Qing could speak, he explained in advance, "I've always been here."

"It's just that you didn't find me when you came in."

Wen Qing hurried in just now, her mind was in a mess, she didn't expect anyone in the room, let alone noticed the housekeeper by the wall.

Compared with not seeing the housekeeper, Wen Qing wanted to know another thing.

He asked directly, "Why are you in my room?"

The housekeeper raised his eyes, and his blue eyes stared at him quietly, "I am tailor-made for you, and I will serve you at any time."

Wen Qing looked at him, was silent for a moment, and asked dryly, "What service?"

The housekeeper said calmly "Any service."

Wen Qing looked at him and said slowly, "There is nothing for you to do now."

"Yes." The butler responded and retreated to the wall again.

It's just that this time he didn't lower his eyes, but stared straight at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing felt his gaze and tilted his head to glance. The housekeeper stared at him without blinking.

His blue eyes flickered, and he wondered what he was thinking.

Wen Qing looked at his extraordinarily handsome face, and then at his body, which was tall and strong.

Wen Qing looked away, turned her back to the housekeeper, and comforted herself that this was not a human, but a robot.

This is a home appliance.

But this household appliance made his back warm.

Wen Qing really couldn't ignore his existence.

After a long while, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "Do you have your own room?"

The housekeeper said lightly, "I'm not human, I don't need rest, I don't need sleep."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, feeling that this sentence was a bit familiar.

It seems that 001 also said it?

Wen Qing was silent for a while, and then asked, "Where are you staying at night?"

The housekeeper asked back, "Where does Madam want me to stay?"

Wen Qing thought to herself, stay wherever you want, as long as you don't stare at him beside his bed anyway.

The next second, he noticed something strange.

Why is the butler's tone similar to 001's?

They like to ask questions.

The housekeeper's eyes flashed, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll go get some snacks for Madam."

Wen nodded lightly, wishing he wouldn't stare at him.

When the housekeeper closed the door, Wen Qing shouted to the 001 system in her heart.

001 Hmm.

Hearing the very similar voices between him and the housekeeper, Wen Qing couldn't help but say that the two of you really look alike.

He added something more than voice.

001 was silent.

Wen Qing thought to herself, does this housekeeper have something to do with the main system?

Is it possible, he asked?

Are the robots in the copy related to the main system? Maybe some small system pretends to be?

001 is quieter.

Unable to say anything, Wen Qing didn't ask any further questions. He took a sip of tea and told 001 that you were fine without a body.

001? ? ?

Wen lightly explained that the robot butler was too human-like.

001 You can treat it like a person.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and whispered that I couldn't get used to it anymore.

There is a man staring at him all day long, and he has to dress himself, and he has to

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered to 001 that it's fine now.

I can call you anytime, anywhere.

You can also respond to me anytime, anywhere.

001 slowly said that if you have a body, I can also respond to you anytime, anywhere.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, a little surprised to be so powerful?

001 You can call the housekeeper.

Wen Qing wondered, even if the housekeeper came, what does it have to do with you?

001 was silent.

Wen Qing asked suspiciously if the housekeeper really had anything to do with the system?

001 reduces his presence.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Wen Qing thought it was the housekeeper who came back, but when she turned her head, it was Sikong.

Sikong held a red rose in his hand, walked straight to him, and handed him the red rose.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, "Is it for me?"

Sikong nodded, sat beside him, and said casually, "Father used to pick a red rose for you every day."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, took the rose, and politely said "Thank you."

He lowered his eyes and thought, is this the setting that the copy gave him?

Or is Sikong hinting at some clues to him?

Wen Qing blinked and looked down at the red rose.

The thorns have been pulled out, and the bright red petals are blooming, exuding a faint rose fragrance.

Looking at the red petals, Wen Qing always felt that the red flower was a little strange, and the fragrance was also a little strange, not just roses.

There seems to be another smell.

Wen Qing lowered his head and sniffed seriously.

Sikong leaned against the back of the chair, staring at Wen Qing.

Looking at the tip of his fair nose touching the rose petals, stained with a little red, he looked more and more cute, like a curious deer, sniffing the corpses of other animals because of the lies of the hunter.

Finding nothing, the deer raised his head again.

Sikong looked at the red at the tip of his nose, chuckled lightly, raised his hand slowly, and leaned in front of Wen Qing.

Wen Qing subconsciously tilted her head to avoid it.

Sikong retracted his hand indifferently and pointed to the tip of his nose.

Seeing this, Wen Qing tentatively wiped it, and there was a red streak on the back of his hand.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the red rose again, "Is this dyed?"

"The new breed," Sikong said lightly with his eyes half closed, "It has been cultivated for a long time."

Wen Qing touched the petals curiously, and there was more red on his fingertips, but the petals were still red, and there was no sign of fading.

Sikong looked at his bright red fingers and slowly said, "Just take a look."

"Don't touch."

After speaking, Sikong held Wen Qing's wrist.

This time Sikong moved quickly, Wen Qing didn't have time to dodge, and was caught by his hand.

Sikong's palm was cold, and the cold seeped into his bones from the skin they were touching.

Wen Qing was so cold that she flexed her fingers.

Sikong lowered his eyes, wiped the color of his fingertips patiently and meticulously with a handkerchief, and said gently, "Don't get your hands dirty."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at him.

This is Sikong, but not exactly Sikong.

what is the problem?

Is it the same reason for the three of them to change?

Soon, Sikong put down the handkerchief, took out the rose from Wen Qing's hand, and put it into the glass vase on the table.

The rose branch gently bumped against the bottom of the vase with a click.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing heard the butler's voice ringing at the door.

"Master."

"This is the lady's bedroom."

Wen Qing tilted his head, wondering if it was his illusion, but felt that the butler's voice was cold and his tone changed.

The housekeeper looked at Sikong coldly and said, "Please leave."

Sikong lifted his eyelids and sneered, "My father died, as the eldest son, I should always take care of my mother."

"Isn't it?"

The housekeeper went to the table, put the dessert milk tea in Wen Qing's hand, and said lightly, "The eldest young master is really a dutiful son."