They Are Not Human! - Chapter 148

[Chapter 147 Rose Castle 08]

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 high, not much taller than him, and more than a meter wide. The silver frame was inlaid with shimmering diamonds, and it shone 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 against the wall, and let them in.

Asha lowered her eyebrows and looked gentle, and said, “The eldest young master also said that you don’t need to ask him about what Mrs. wants in the future.”

Wen Qing looked at her gentle appearance and knew that Asha would definitely disregard their conversation last night. Tell Sikong.

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 to the right.”

“Go further to the left.”

……

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and pondered.

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 ok?”

Wen Qing stared at the mirror and shook her head.

Asha asked, “Where do you want to put it, Madam?”

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, then said to Asha, “I suddenly don’t want the 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 Doubt: “Can’t I give him my mirror?”

Asha hurriedly said, “Although the eldest young master is not your own, he is your son after all…”

Wen Qing didn’t understand her logic, and added: “Then give Depression?”

Asha opened her eyes wide: “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, and then swallowed it back. , nodded slowly.

Wen Qing blinked and said, “Then throw it away.” When 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 carefully: “Did Asha do something wrong?”

Wen shook his head gently: “No, I just don’t want it anymore.”

Asha’s eyes were full of tears, and her face was pale: “Is Madam blaming Asha? ”

The other two maids also had a hard look on their faces.

Wen Qing looked at them and frowned.

This mirror cannot be given away or thrown away, and only he can

glance at the glasses with him, and the mirror clearly shows 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 a mirror of her own?”

Asha was stunned, 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, and their eyes were full of envy.

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 as it is.”

“Yes.” The

maids put the 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 butler and said, “Eldest young master ordered.”

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at the butler, only to see his eyes The blue light flickered slowly, and there was a deep response.

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

The housekeeper walked to the mirror and asked, “Have you ever touched a mirror?”

Wen nodded lightly, looked at his expressionless face, and asked in a low voice, “Can this mirror be touched?” The

housekeeper slowly spat out two Word: “Yes.”

Wen Qing said again: “When they brought it over, there was white fog on the mirror.”

“I touched it and it was gone.” The

housekeeper closed his eyes halfway, and said lightly: “This is already the case. 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 azure blue eyes and asked tentatively, “What’s so special about the mirror?” The

fine blue light in the housekeeper’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t speak.

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

housekeeper still didn’t 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 immediately said, “No.”

“Yes.” The housekeeper answered and took out a set of clothes from the closet. Put it on the edge of the bed, then step back in front of the mirror, blocking the mirror.

Wen Qing didn’t think much about why he stood in a different place today, changed his 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 it: “Breakfast is ready.”

Wen Qing nodded and glanced at the roses outside the window Cong.

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 red roses than last night.

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.

Wen Qing just sat down in the restaurant

, 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 were flushed, and shouted in a milky voice, “Mother.”

Wen Qing couldn’t help but patted his head and asked, “Xiao Jiyu has eaten Is it?”

Xiao Jiyu shook his head, blushing, and said shyly, “I want to eat with my mother.”

“Okay.” Wen Qing 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 actions 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, her eyebrows curved: “I’m fine, mother.”

After speaking, he glanced at the buns in Wen Qing’s bowl , pick up a fork, insert a bun, and put it in your 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…

it’s still Yu Xing.

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 his fork and said to Wen Qing: “Mother, I have

eaten too.” Wen Qing: “Are you full?”

Xiao Jiyu thought After thinking about it, he nodded slowly: “Well, I won’t eat.” 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 Said, “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 this 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 looked down at the table, the maids cleaned up quickly, and in the blink of an eye there was only one left. Under the fritters, and only half.

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, “Is it okay for you to torture brother?”

Xiao Jiyu looked at his two Baozi, looked at Yu Xing’s fritters again, 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

housekeeper 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 over and said, “I’ll talk about it later, okay?”

“I’ll bring your brother Yu Xing’s breakfast first, and I’ll come to you later.”

“Okay! “Hearing Wen Qinghui said to come to find him, Xiao Jiyu’s eyes brightened, and he ran to his room quickly.

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 and eyes were indifferent, and he said solemnly: “Mother, didn’t I tell you.”

“Do you smell bad?”

Wen Qing calmly sighed, put the fried dough sticks under his eyelids, and slowly swallowed. Tun said: “I’ll bring you breakfast.”

Yu Xing lowered his eyes, and his eyes inevitably fell on the gentle and tender fingers, the fingertips were against the edge of the dishes, and a faint red color appeared.

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.”

[End of This Chapter]