Wen Qing was keenly aware of the smell of gunpowder between the butler and Sikong.

He looked at the blank-faced butler, and then at the indifferent Sikong, tangled for a while, but didn't speak.

If two players quarreled in his room, Wen Qing would definitely let them both go together.

But these are two aborigines, and maybe they said some information.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, looked at the milk tea by her hand, and took a sip.

Milk tea is very fragrant, rich in taste, sweet but not greasy.

The hot milk tea flowed down the esophagus and into the stomach, Wen Qing's hands and feet were warm, and he couldn't help taking two more sips.

Seeing that the bottom of Wen Qing's cup was empty, the housekeeper raised his hand to fill Wen Qing with milk tea, and said to Sikong, "Eldest Young Master, the Second Young Master and Third Young Master should take care of you more than Madam."

Sikong Pi said with a smile: "The two younger brothers are not too young. Compared with them, it is natural that my mother needs me more."

Hearing this, Wen Qing was stunned.

It is certain that the suffocation age is older than himself.

Is Xiao Jiyu too? Then why are you still a kid?

After pondering for a while, Wen Qing put down the teacup, picked up the spoon, scooped a piece of cake, and continued to listen.

The housekeeper pushed the tray to Wen Qing's hand, making it more convenient for him to eat.

Sikong watched his movements, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said, "Why do you keep staying in the wife's room?"

The butler said indifferently, "I am the lady's personal butler."

"It's different from the eldest young master," he said, after a pause, he said word by word, "Of course, I have to serve Mrs.

Sikong narrowed his eyes: "I'm afraid Madam is not used to being served by something like you."

Butler: "My wife is also afraid that she is not used to being too close to the eldest son."

Sikong sneered: "My relationship with my mother doesn't need to be explained to you."

"What the eldest young master said," the butler said lightly, "but the lord will not like the way the eldest young master is now."

Sikong paused at his fingertips, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and his voice was calm: "It's a pity, he can't see it."

Wen Qing ate small cakes, drank milk tea, looked at Sikong and the housekeeper, a little surprised.

Is there really a master?

He originally thought it was just an ordinary, false setting.

Now it seems that the relationship between the master and Sikong is not good.

Therefore, the relationship between Sikong and the housekeeper is not good.

…………

Wen Qing fell into deep thought, and unknowingly finished drinking the milk tea and eating the cake.

He put down the spoon, and when he looked up, he found that neither Sikong nor the housekeeper spoke any more, staring straight at him.

Wen Qing blinked and looked at them blankly.

Sikong leaned back and stared into his eyes.

The butler put the saucer and tea cup on the tray, and said to Wen Qing lightly, "Madam, even if the master is not here, you are still Madam."

Wen Qing stared at them for a while, and realized that the two of them had finished arguing.

Let yourself speak for the solution.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and said slowly, "I'm a little sleepy."

The smile on Sikong's lips froze.

The butler stopped.

Wen Qing continued: "I want to sleep for a while."

The butler put away the empty saucers and tea cups on the table, and turned to look at Sikong: "Madam is going to rest."

"The eldest young master should not disturb the rest of the lady."

Sikong twitched the corners of his mouth and asked Wen Qing, "Does mother want to rest alone?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Sikong got up slowly and said to the housekeeper, "Did you hear me?"

"Don't interfere with mother's rest."

The blue light in the butler's eyes flashed, and he turned and walked out.

Wen Qing watched the two of them leave together, and closed the door, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked down at the red roses in the vase, thinking about the information he had just collected.

First of all, Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu have all changed to varying degrees.

The housekeeper is also weird.

The relationship between Sikong and the master is not good.

And what's in the rose bush?

…………

Why is this castle all secrets?

Wen Qing stared at the roses in a daze, the simplest question at present was what was hidden in the rose bushes.

Find a chance to take a look at it quietly.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing walked to the window and looked out.

There was no one in the huge rose garden, and the maids seemed to dare not approach casually.

Gardeners also change frequently

It is easy to feel sleepy after eating and drinking enough. Wen Qing thought about it for a while, and was really sleepy, so he simply climbed into bed and went to bed.

He only took off his coat, not other clothes, worried that the housekeeper would have to dress him again when he woke up.

After an unknown time, Wen Qing woke up in a trance.

The sky was still dark and dark, I don't know if it was the original color of the sky or it was already night.

He sat up slowly, his clothes already crooked from sleep.

Wen Qing climbed out of bed and lowered her head to straighten her clothes. She always felt a little nervous on her back, so she couldn't see or touch.

He glanced around and saw no mirror.

There are no full-length mirrors in the room, and no small mirrors.

He went to the bathroom and glanced, still nothing.

Wen Qing walked for a while and wanted to go to wash hands with Xiao Jiyu just now, but there was no mirror on the washstand.

Is there no mirror in such a big castle?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Asha's soft voice sounded outside the door: "Madam."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was just shouting, wondering if Wen Qing was still asleep.

Wen Qing walked to the door and opened it for her.

Asha was stunned for a moment and smiled, "Madam is awake."

Wen nodded lightly and asked, "What time is it now?"

Asha replied softly, "It's already six o'clock in the evening."

Wen Qing was stunned, but he actually slept for a long time.

Asha walked into the room and asked, "Do you want to eat, madam?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No need for now, I'm not hungry."

He looked at Asha's face, and it had returned to normal, not as pale as the morning.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, followed the topic of eating, and asked tentatively, "Has the eldest young master used it?"

Hearing the words of the eldest young master, Asha's expression changed slightly, and she lowered her head and asked, "Do you need Asha to ask?"

"No need." Wen Qing looked at her face and determined that Asha was afraid of Sikong.

He pursed his lips and asked again, "Where's the second young master?"

Asha said slowly, "Second Young Master is usually in the room and rarely comes out to eat."

Wen Qing stared at her face, and when she mentioned the second young master, Asha's eyelids trembled and she looked nervous.

He continued to ask, "Does the second young master have a bad temper?"

Asha nodded slowly: "Second Young Master doesn't like seeing people."

Wen Qing replied, although it sounded that Yu Xing was the unsettled young master Bai Tong and the others were talking about, but he always felt something was wrong.

If the second young master kills without blinking, Asha should be afraid of the second young master.

But now he is obviously afraid of Sikong.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, and out of the corner of her eye caught sight of Asha carefully looking at herself.

She was nervous and a little scared and worried.

Because of the problem just now.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and Asha and Sikong were alone for a while.

If Sikong has any questions, he must have said something to her.

Like lying to yourself.

Wen Qing stopped asking about Sikong and Yu Xing, and asked casually, "Does the third young master have a dog?"

Talking about Xiao Jiyu, Asha was obviously relieved, and replied, "The third young master sees it as pitiful, and brought it back to raise it."

"Have you seen Mrs.?"

Wen nodded lightly: "It's a little scary."

Asha smiled and said, "Don't worry, madam, although it looks a bit fierce, it is very family."

Wen Qing was silent, does that mean he looks a little fierce?

"It has three heads."

Asha nodded and smiled, "Yes."

Wen Qing met her sincere eyes and became even more silent.

Asha doesn't think there's anything wrong with a dog with three heads.

The world view of this copy should be unusual.

Asha looked at his slightly curled hair and whispered, "Madam, your hair and clothes are a little messy."

"Need to call the housekeeper?"

Wen Qing regained her senses and shook her head, "No need."

"Is there a mirror? I'll make it myself."

"Mirror?" Asha was stunned.

Wen nodded lightly and repeated: "Mirror."

"It's a mirror that can look in people."

Asha looked at him with wide eyes, her eyes full of surprise: "Is Madam lonely?"

Wen Qing is a little confused, does the mirror have anything to do with loneliness?

Before he could ask, Asha said embarrassedly, "The mirror needs to ask the eldest young master."

Wen frowned slightly and said to her, "No need."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a mirror," he turned his back to Asha, "help me see what's behind my clothes."

Asha glanced at it and said in a low voice, "Mrs.'s belt is crooked."

After speaking, she stepped forward to help Wen Qing adjust her clothes.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the boundless roses outside the window.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the dim light of the castle is shining on the roses, and the whole manor seems to be a bit dreamy.

Wen Qing blinked and saw the little gardener in the daytime walking among the rose bushes with tools on their backs, and two maids hurried through the rose garden. They lowered their heads and didn't slow down because of the surrounding scenery.

"Hi." The little gardener waved at them.

The two maids paused, then walked faster.

Wen Qing opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, didn't ask Asha any more questions about the castle, but asked, "Where is the housekeeper?"

Asha whispered: "I'll call the housekeeper now."

Wen Qing replied, sat on the chair, staring at the night scene in a daze.

If Asha and Sikong were in the same group, he could only ask the housekeeper about some things.

After Asha left the bedroom, instead of going to the housekeeper, she went straight to the garden.

After seeing the figure beside the tea table, she held her breath, walked cautiously to Sikong's side, and said softly, "Eldest Young Master, Madam is awake."

Sikong put down the teacup and looked up at the bird that was gradually approaching in the air.

The gray-brown bird flapped its wings towards him and flew over slowly.

Asha lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Sikong, and said slowly, "Madam asked about you and the two young masters just now."

"Second Young Master, I did as you ordered."

Sikong raised his hand and let the bird stop at his fingertips.

Asha continued: "Madam wants to look in the mirror, I said I need to ask you, and Madam said no."

"Really?" Sikong flexed his fingers and gently rubbed the bird's head.

The bird rubbed his fingers affectionately, and in the next second, his body stiffened and fell from his hand, hitting the ground straight.

Looking at the bird corpse at her feet, Asha turned pale nervously, for fear that Sikong would be unhappy and make herself the nourishment of roses.

Sikong half-closed his eyes, curled the corners of his lips, and said softly, "Give him what Madam wants."

"Lest he gets bored here."