Wen Qing looked at the raised corner of her mouth in the mirror, stunned slightly, raised her hand and touched her face.

The man in the mirror also raised his hand and touched his face.

Touching the corner of his lips, Wen Qing froze for a moment, and it was indeed raised.

When did he laugh?

Wen Qing was a little dazed, turned her head to look at the housekeeper, and asked suspiciously, "Did I laugh just now?"

The butler responded.

Wen Qing looked puzzled: "When?"

Why didn't he feel it when he smiled to himself?

The butler went to the table, poured a glass of water for him, and said lightly, "While you are drinking tea."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and murmured in her heart, is it because milk tea is delicious, so she can't help but smile?

But he doesn't like drinking milk tea very much...

Wen Qing lifted her eyelids and looked at the mirror on the wall again.

Probably because of the angle, there is no housekeeper in the mirror, only himself is shown.

He sat on the chair, the same tea table, the same tea cup, the same face, the same posture.

Although they were all the same, Wen Qing felt that there was an indescribable difference between herself and herself in the mirror.

Wen Qing blinked and asked 001 in his heart: [System, have you seen the mirror? 】

001 hummed.

Wen Qing stared at the scene in the mirror, and asked again: [Look at me, and then look at me in the mirror, is it the same? 】

【Why do I feel different? 】

001 did not speak.

Another unanswerable question...

Wen Qing pursed her lips, took a sip of water, and carefully glanced at the mirror from the corner of her eye.

He also glanced over in the mirror, his brows raised slightly, and he was inexplicably lazy.

Wen Qing couldn't help but reached out and touched her eyebrows.

It seems to be raised a little.

After hesitating for a while, he put down the teacup, stood up, went straight to the mirror, and examined the mirror carefully.

There are no exceptions now.

Wen Qing slowly raised her hand and pressed her fingertips against the mirror.

The mirror was cold, and the chill drilled into his body along his fingers, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Wen Qing shrank his hand and poked the mirror with his fingernail, making a slight noise.

No dents, just an ordinary mirror.

Where he pokes, the mirror himself pokes, intersecting with his own fingertips.

So just looking at the self in the mirror without any movement, is it dazzling?

Wen Qing put down her hand and looked straight at her dark eyes in the mirror.

This mirror is unique to itself, and has enviable features…

With Wen Qing's lack of imagination, she could only think of Snow White's stepmother's magic mirror.

He stared at the mirror for a while, then turned his head to look at the housekeeper.

The butler was still staring straight at him, blue light flickering in his eyes.

The housekeeper didn't ask what Wen Qing was doing, and Wen Qing didn't explain it to him, let alone read the lines of the vicious queen in memory.

He was thinking about how to get rid of the housekeeper, so that he could study the mirror by himself, when suddenly, a scream sounded outside the window.

"what!!"

The screams were short and stopped abruptly.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the window and looked out, it was the little gardener.

He fell to the ground, his pruning tools dropped among the rose bushes, apparently in great shock.

The next second, Wen Jianqian saw Lily running over in a hurry.

Instead of pulling the little gardener up from the rose bush, she sorted out the roses that were overwhelmed by the tools at the first time, and scolded the little gardener: "How can you break the eldest young master's rose?!"

Her voice was loud and trembling slightly.

Like it was short of breath because of running over, or it was because of fear.

Because the window was open, Wen Qing could hear clearly.

The little gardener is different

Wen Qing couldn't hear what he said, and could only see him raise his hand and point tremblingly at the rose bush beside him.

Lily looked in the direction of his finger, and reprimanded again: "This is not your business."

"You have only one job, and that is to trim roses!"

Soon, several more maids rushed over.

The two helped the little gardener up, while the others squatted on the ground and hurriedly handled the roses.

Lily wanted to say something.

A maid approached her and whispered in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qingqian saw Lily raised her head and looked at herself.

He couldn't see Lily's face, but Lily bowed to him, obviously apologizing.

Wen Qing couldn't hear what Lily said next.

He only saw the florist and was taken back to the wooden house by two maids, and only a few maids were left to squat to save the roses that were damaged by the florist.

From time to time, they looked up at the sky and moved faster and faster.

The sky was overcast, and the light seemed to have dimmed a lot.

Wen Qing stared at the place where the little gardener was just now.

Fourth circle, red roses…

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, thinking, did you see what Lily and the others buried last time?

He immediately forgot about the mirror and stared at the maids among the rose bushes.

When they were finished, Wen Qing kept the housekeeper casually: "Have you found what you dropped last night?"

The butler shook his head: "No."

Wen Qing turned around and walked out, and said to the housekeeper, "Let's go and have a look now."

"Yes." The housekeeper responded and opened the door for Wen Qing.

Going downstairs, Wen briskly walked to the place where the little gardener was just now. Because many roses were damaged, it was very obvious and very easy to identify.

Wen Qing stood where the little gardener was, looking down at the red rose.

The color of a piece of soil on the ground is different from other colors. It is slightly lighter. It can be seen that it is not only black, but also black, red, black and red.

Wen Qing lowered her head and looked at it carefully for a while.

Not only the soil, but the roots of the roses are also faintly reddish.

Wen Qing took a step forward and reached out to touch the rose petals.

Just as the fingertips touched the rose petals, a hurried footstep sounded.

Lily hurried to him and stopped him: "Ma'am."

"Please don't come near."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect Lily to come back so soon.

He glanced behind her, but did not see the figure of the little gardener, and asked, "Where is the little gardener?"

Lily's face changed, she lowered her head, and said to Wen Qing, "I was dismissed by the eldest young master."

Wen Qing: "because you broke the rose?"

Lily nodded

Wen Qing looked at the delicate roses and asked, "Does Sikong treasure these roses so much?"

Lily opened her mouth without nodding or shaking her head, as if she didn't know what to say.

After a while, she whispered, "Eldest young master likes to grow roses."

Wen Qing looked at her and pursed her lips.

like to keep…

He glanced down at his fingertips.

Red.

This rose is dyed.

Is it the same as the rose in the bedroom?

Seeing Wen Qing looking at the rose bush again, Lily said again, "Madam, please don't get too close to these roses."

Wen Qing responded and said to her, "Then you can pick one for me."

Lily's face turned pale, and she lowered her head: "Lily dare not."

Wen Qing asked suspiciously, "Can only Sikong pick it up?"

Lily nodded.

Wen Qing snorted: "Then I'll talk to Sikong later."

Lily breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qing said casually, "I dropped a brooch here last night, did you see it?"

"No," Lily asked, shaking her head, "Madam, what kind of brooch?"

Wen Qing said without changing his face, "It's an emerald."

Lily frowned slightly: "I haven't seen..."

Wen Qing stood aside and said to her and the housekeeper, "Look for them now."

"Yes." Lily responded and leaned over to start looking.

Wen Qing turned sideways and kicked the dirt with his toes again, this time it was soft.

It might be right here.

Yu Xing knew what happened in the castle, so Sikong should be able to.

Thinking of her wandering around the rose bushes last night, Wen Qing frowned.

He retracted his feet and was about to speak when he saw a gray-brown cloth mixed in the soil.

Wen Qing narrowed her eyes and asked straight to the point, "What is this?"

Lily made a move and hurried over.

Seeing the things in the soil, her face changed greatly.

Wen Qing glanced at her and repeated: "What is this?"

Lily's face was white and she didn't dare to speak.

Wen Qing looked at the housekeeper, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dig it out and see."

Butler: "Yes."

He leaned over and pushed away the dirt with his hands.

There was only a piece of taupe cloth, surrounded by a circle, like a section of a sleeve, and the edges were still stained with a little reddish brown.

like blood.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and looked at Lily.

Lily didn't notice his eyes, she looked straight at the ground, and she was relieved to see that there was only one piece of fabric.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, there should be something else here.

Sikong is the eldest young master of uncertain weather.

The maids are afraid of Sikong.

Frequently changing gardeners.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing's heart jumped.

Could it be that Sikong is not only doing something to the players, but also to the aborigines here?

The next second, Sikong's gentle voice sounded behind him: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing froze in place, not daring to look at Sikong.

Lily lowered her head, so nervous that her voice trembled: "Husband, Madam's brooch fell off... Knot, and found a piece of cloth."

"Really," Sikong lowered his eyes, glanced at the fabric on the ground, and asked lightly, "Lily, what's going on?"

Lily turned pale with fright, knelt on the ground, and stammered, "This, this seems to be a gardener's sleeve, probably accidentally cut, cut off..."

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, and cut off her sleeves...

His eyelashes trembled, looking at the blood on the edge of the cloth, he remembered what Sikong said.

[The new gardener who came a few days ago was ineffective and broke his hand. 】

Sikong raised his hand and waved, the gray-brown cloth burned out of thin air, and the ashes dissipated in the air.

He raised his eyelids, stared at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, and chuckled: "Don't look at mother, dirty."