They Are Not Human!

Wen raised his face slightly and looked at the mirror.

The self in the mirror also raised his head slightly, his dark eyes staring straight at him.

Wen lightly blinked.

The self in the mirror blinked.

Wen Qing retracted his gaze, took a step back, and looked at the huge mirror.

The mirror was about two meters tall, not much taller than him, and more than a meter wide. The silver frame was inlaid with shimmering diamonds, gleaming in the hallway lights.

The mirror was carried by two maids, and the bottom was a certain distance from the ground.

Wen Qing looked down, suspecting that it was an angle problem, so she seemed to have grown taller.

He turned his head and looked at Asha who was standing beside him.

Without waiting for Wen Qing to ask, Asha took the initiative to say, "This is what the eldest young master ordered."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, stood sideways by the wall, and let them in.

Asha lowered her eyebrows and looked gentle, and said, "The eldest young master also said that in the future, there is no need to ask him about what Madam wants."

Looking at her gentle appearance, Wen Qing knew that Asha must have told Sikong about their conversation last night.

He responded and looked at the mirror beside him.

The mirror surface is flat and smooth, illuminating the scene of the room, there is nothing unusual, it looks like an ordinary mirror.

What was the white fog just now?

Wen Qing glanced at Asha and didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at the other two maids, who were calm and listening to Asha's instructions.

"put it here."

"Go right."

"A little further to the left."

...

Wen Qing lowered her eyes in thought.

A mirror is a very special thing.

The maids did not respond to the white fog on the mirror and the disappearance of the white fog, indicating that the disappearance of the white fog is an ordinary thing.

What's wrong with this mirror?

Wen Qing regained her senses and saw that Asha ordered the other two to put the mirror across from the bed, facing the bed.

Asha looked at him and smiled, "Madam, is this okay?"

Wen Qing stared at the mirror and shook her head.

Asha asked, "Where does Madam want to put it?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips. If this was an ordinary mirror, they would definitely be placed in a corner of the room at will.

But this mirror is clearly faulty.

Why did he leave the mirror behind? !

Wen Qing was silent for a moment and said to Asha, "I suddenly don't want a mirror so much."

"Take it back to Sikong."

Asha was stunned for a moment and said seriously, "But this is Madam's mirror."

Wen Qing wondered: "Can't I give him my mirror?"

Asha said quickly: "Although the eldest young master is not your own, he is your son after all..."

Wen Qing didn't understand her logic, and said, "Then it's a punishment for depression?"

Asha opened her eyes: "This, this..."

Wen Qing looked at her, and then looked at her glasses.

I wanted to talk about Xiao Jiyu, but thinking of Xiao Jiyu's well-behaved appearance, he swallowed the words again.

He stared at Asha and asked, "This is my mirror, so only I can use it? No one else can use it, right?"

Asha opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, then swallowed her words and nodded slowly.

Wen Qing blinked and said, "Then throw it away."

As soon as the voice fell, Asha and the other two maids exclaimed, as if he had done something heinous, and immediately knelt to the ground.

Asha asked cautiously, "Did Asha do something wrong?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No, I just don't want it anymore."

Asha had tears in her eyes and her face was pale: "Is Madam blaming Asha?"

The expressions of the other two maids were also difficult to look at.

Wen Qing looked at them and frowned.

This mirror can't be given away or thrown away, only he can use it

He glanced at the glasses, and the mirror clearly showed the figures of Asha and others.

Obviously others can use it.

It seems to have other functions.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and asked tentatively, "Does Asha want her own mirror?"

Asha was stunned, and a surprise flashed in her eyes: "If Asha had a mirror, she would be able to serve Madam better."

Wen Qing looked at the other two maids with envy in their eyes.

He became more and more sure that the mirror had other functions, and it didn't seem to be bad, it was good for people.

Wen Qing sighed, and didn't talk about throwing mirrors and giving them away, nor about giving Asha a mirror.

"Leave it like this."

"Yes."

The maids put mirrors on the wall.

With a click, the mirror snapped to the wall.

Asha went to the mirror and began to clean it, while the other two maids left the bedroom.

Wen Qing walked behind Asha, looked at Asha in the mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Taller than Asha.

The bottom of this mirror is attached to the ground, so there is no angle problem.

Have you really grown taller?

Wen Qing raised her hand over her head to compare, and herself in the mirror also raised her hand to compare.

A head taller than Asha.

Wen Qing looked at Asha, and it seemed that she was about the same height as Asha.

Or can this mirror reveal one's desires?

Urthrie's Mirror like Harry Potter?

Wen Qing stared at the mirror and recalled things in the real world.

The mirror didn't respond.

Wen Qing couldn't help but murmured in his heart, it couldn't be a fun mirror, right?

Just thinking about it, the butler's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Where's the mirror?"

Asha stopped wiping, turned to the housekeeper and said, "Eldest young master ordered."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at the housekeeper, only to see the blue light in his eyes flashing slowly, and he responded with a deep sound.

Wait for Asha to finish cleaning the mirror and leave the room.

The housekeeper walked to the mirror and asked, "Have you ever touched the mirror?"

Wen nodded lightly, looked at his expressionless face, and asked in a low voice, "Can't this mirror be touched?"

The housekeeper slowly spit out two words: "Yes."

Wen Qing added: "When they brought it over, there was white fog on the mirror."

"I touch it and it's gone."

The housekeeper half-closed his eyes and said lightly, "This is already your mirror."

already?

Wen Qing understood, the mirror originally had no owner.

When he touched it, it was his.

Similar to a drop of blood to recognize the Lord.

So the maids keep saying that this is their own mirror.

Wen Qing looked at the housekeeper's blue eyes and asked tentatively, "What's so special about the mirror?"

The little blue light flashed in the butler's eyes, but he didn't speak.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and continued to ask, "What is the white mist on the mirror?"

The butler still did not speak.

can not say.

Wen Qing didn't ask any further.

The housekeeper glanced at his glasses and said, "Madam."

"Do you need me to dress you?"

Wen Qing said immediately, "No need."

"Yes." The housekeeper responded, took out a set of clothes from the closet, put them beside the bed, and then stepped back to the mirror to block the mirror.

Wen Qing didn't think much about why he stood in a different place today, changed clothes quickly, dressed neatly, and didn't even drop his shoes and socks, for fear that he would come to kiss his feet again later.

Unexpectedly, today the housekeeper stood quietly in front of the mirror, motionless, until he finished changing his clothes, then walked to the door and opened the door: "Breakfast is ready."

Wen nodded lightly and glanced at the rose bushes outside the window.

There was only a small gardener in the huge rose bush, who was diligently pruning the roses.

Wen Qing blinked and looked at the fourth circle of rose bushes.

red roses, red roses, red roses…

All red roses, more than last night's red roses.

Wen Qing lowered her head and glanced at the bright red roses on the table.

The night passed, and the rose showed no signs of decay.

He looked away and left the room.

Dining room

Wen Qing just sat down, and before she started eating, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her.

When he turned his head, he saw Xiao Jiyu wearing the clothes from yesterday and trotting into the restaurant.

He ran straight to Wen Qing's side, raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and called out in a milky voice, "Mother."

Wen Qing couldn't help touching his head and asked, "Have Xiao Jiyu eaten it?"

Xiao Jiyu shook his head, blushed, and said shyly, "I want to eat with my mother."

"Okay." Wen Qingshun squeezed his cheek.

Xiao Jiyu's face turned even redder.

Wen Qing retracted his hand and looked down at his fingers.

Although Xiao Jiyu's face was red, his body was still cold, similar to Sikong, showing a coldness.

There was the sound of the chair rubbing against the ground next to him, and Wen Qing raised his eyes, only to see Xiao Jiyu pulling away a chair that was taller than himself, putting his hands on the chair, and climbing up quickly, a series of movements completed in one go, completely unaffected by his height. influences.

The dining table and chairs are matched, and Xiao Jiyu sits on the chair, barely able to reach the table with both hands.

Wen Qing looked at him and asked, "Do you want to change a chair?"

Xiao Jiyu smiled, his eyebrows curved: "I'm fine, mother."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the buns in Wen Qing's bowl, picked up a fork, stuck a bun, and put it in his bowl.

He was serious, mouth after mouthful, baby-fat cheeks puffing out.

Wen Qing looked at his fleshy face and couldn't bear to use the halo of a dog trainer on him.

As for Sikong and Yu Xing...

Still torture.

Sikong is so weird now.

After eating warmly, put down your chopsticks.

I wanted to wait for Xiao Jiyu to eat, but in the next second, Xiao Jiyu also put down the fork in his hand and said to Wen Qing, "Mother, I have eaten too."

Wen Qing: "Are you full?"

Xiao Jiyu thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "Well, don't eat it."

After the two finished eating, the elusive maid appeared and began to clean up the dishes.

Wen Qing looked at the only bun left on the table and said to the maid, "Leave this."

Xiao Jiyu asked, "Is mother not full yet?"

"I'm full," Wen Qing smiled and explained, "I'm going to give it to Yu Xing."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiyu stared at the steamed bun eagerly, but did not speak.

Wen Qing knew the look of wanting but not daring to say it, so she handed the plate to Xiao Jiyu: "Can you hold it?"

Xiao Jiyu nodded.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Is this bun good for Xiao Jiyu?"

Xiao Jiyu's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

Wen Qing lowered her head and glanced at the table. The maids cleaned up very quickly. In the blink of an eye, only fried dough sticks were left, and only half of them were left.

Before the maid was about to take it away, Wen Qing immediately said, "Leave this as well."

Holding the plate, he said to Xiao Jiyu, "Can I give you brother Yu Xing?"

Xiao Jiyu looked at his two steamed buns, then looked at one of Yu Xing's fried dough sticks, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Wen Qing stood up, looked at the housekeeper, hesitated for a while, and said to him, "Go back to your room and wait for me."

The butler replied, "Yes."

Wen Qing and Xiao Jiyu walked up to the third floor together.

Xiao Jiyu looked down at Baozi and asked, "Does mother want anything?"

Wen Qing paused, since yesterday, Xiao Jiyu has been asking herself this question.

He lowered his head, looked at Shang Xiaojiyu's big watery eyes, bent down and said, "Will we talk later?"

"I'll bring breakfast to your brother Yu Xing first, and I'll come to you later."

"Okay!" Xiao Jiyu's eyes brightened when she heard Wen Qinghui said to come to find him, and quickly ran to his room.

Wen Qing was standing at the door of the torture room, thinking about how to speak, and then using the props.

The next second, the door was opened.

Yu Xing appeared in front of him, his brows were indifferent, and he said solemnly: "Mother, I didn't tell you."

"Do you stink?"

Wen Qing calmly snorted, put the fried dough sticks under his eyes, and said slowly, "I'll bring you breakfast."

Yu Xing lowered his eyes, his eyes inevitably fell on Wen Qingbai's tender fingers, and the fingertips pressed against the edge of the bowl, showing a faint red color.

His eyes paused, and the irritability in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Seeing that he was motionless, Wen Qing seemed to be in a trance, took the opportunity to raise his other hand and approached Yu Xing's face.

Just as he was about to touch Yu Xing's face, his wrist was grabbed.

Yu Xing grabbed his hand and his eyes were heavy: "What do you want to do?"

"Mother."