"Sherlock! My dear little Sherlock! What's wrong with you!"
Before Anna arrived, the mournful cries had already spread throughout the courtyard where Sherlock was.
"Meet Madam!"
A group of servants saluted Anna who rushed in.
But Anna, who was holding up her skirt, didn't pay any attention to the servants on both sides. Instead, she rushed to the bed and reached out to grab Sherlock who was lying on the bed.
"Sherlock, my dear Sherlock, nothing is wrong with you. Please open your eyes and see your aunt."
The housekeeper standing on the other side of the bed looked awkwardly at the lady who fell in front of the bed, not knowing where to look with his eyes.
His basic qualities as a butler made him want to be polite.
But as a man's basic qualities, his eyes couldn't help but eat ice cream.
"Madam, the young master is fine. The maids have already changed his clothes. It's just that the young master's palm was slightly injured and has been bandaged with medicine. It's just the wound on the young master's lip that's a bit difficult to treat. We don't have anything suitable to apply there. If the young master accidentally swallows the wound medicine, it will be in trouble."
Hearing the housekeeper's words, Anna waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay. Don't tell me these things. You can take people down, leave this place to me, and I will personally take care of my little Sherlock."
The corner of the housekeeper's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he had the urge to hit someone.
This damn temptress had warned herself two days ago that she had the final say at home and that everyone in the family would listen to her. She wanted to give Sherlock and his son some power and let them know who was in charge of Holmes Manor.
Don't let the father and son think that she is easy to bully because she is a widow, and they want to compete with her for property!
As a result, their servants became villains by following orders.
It's better now. Are you acting like mother and son?
The housekeeper was disgusted.
This is also because he is too young and has too little experience in the industry.
Otherwise, as a professional butler, many old butlers would tell him that this little trick would not even make it on the stage in the aristocratic circle!
The butler disgustedly led the other servants out of the room, leaving Anna and Sherlock alone.
Anna stroked Sherlock's somewhat cold face with her hand, and sobbed: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.com.com You suffer."
"But Auntie, I can't help it! I am a widow without a husband, supporting such a big family by myself, and there is no man in the family to rely on. Auntie, I'm scared."
"Your uncle has been missing for so many days. He must have been killed. Your father never came home and ignored your uncle's disappearance. It shows that he is determined not to want this family anymore."
"And you, you have been out for so long without saying a word, and there is no news at all. How afraid I am that you will follow in your uncle's footsteps!"
"I am a lonely woman who is so scared that I dare not sleep at night."
"So...when I met that man, I couldn't help but be moved by his gentleness."
"He is young, handsome, and gentle. He doesn't care at all about my old age. How can I not be moved by such a good man?"
"But I'm afraid that if you and your son come back and find out, they will object to us being together. I'm even afraid that your father will use this as an excuse to deprive me of my right to inherit your uncle's inheritance."
"You know that I am a woman who knows nothing. Since marrying your uncle, in addition to pleasing your ill-tempered uncle, I can only please your father by pleasing you."
"If I can't inherit the property, I really don't know how I can live. Even the man I fall in love with now will leave me."
"I didn't mean to neglect you! How could aunt have the heart to neglect you! Although I was trying to please your father to please you at first. But for so many years, aunt and your uncle have not had children, and aunt has long regarded you as her own. My son took it seriously."
"How can I bear to see you hurt!"
"It's all my fault! It was me who harmed you! If I hadn't neglected you, you wouldn't have gone to such a remote place, met an escaped thief, and been pushed into the pond by the thief!"
Anna's affectionate and regretful performance made Sherlock, who had been pretending to be comatose, unable to pretend any longer.
For a while, he began to blame himself for having impure thoughts about his aunt.
I felt resentful towards my father who didn't care about his family.
He opened his eyes, endured the pain on his lips, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Aunt, stop crying. I'm fine."
"Ah! My Sherlock, you're awake! Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want me to call a priest or a doctor for you?"
Sherlock shook his head quickly: "No need. Hiss~"
"You said no! Wherever you are hurting, let Auntie take a look."
Anna sat on the bed with a worried look on her face, lifted Sherlock up, held him in her arms, and pillowed his head on the snowy mountain.
"Hiss~" Feeling the softness on the back of his head and the familiar fragrance in his nose, Sherlock hardened.
He pulled the quilt worriedly, trying his best to hide his discomfort, and then said: "It's okay, huh~ It's just that my lip is broken and it hurts a little."
"Let aunty see if it was accidentally broken when she fell into the pool."
As she spoke, Anna pinched Sherlock's chin with her hands, pushed his head completely into the valley of two snow-capped mountains, lowered her head to Sherlock's mouth, and examined Sherlock's lips carefully.
Charlotte was lying in the "valley" and looked up to see Anna's snow-white neck. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed calmly.
But this kind of deceitful behavior all fell into Anna's eyes.
She smiled secretly in her heart, and then her whole face lowered.
She even put her mouth to Sherlock's lips and said distressedly: "Oh, why is it so badly injured? It's all red and swollen. It must be very painful. Auntie, help you blow it."
Then, she pouted, brought her bright red lips to Sherlock's mouth, and gently blew into the wound on his lip.
The warm and fragrant breath fell on Sherlock's mouth, making Sherlock stunned.
His eyes widened and his body became hard, as hard as iron!
His hands and feet were at a loss. He wanted to push his aunt away, but he couldn't let go of this warm embrace.
Especially the fragrant breath that kept getting into his nostrils, making him unable to control himself anymore. On impulse, his head suddenly lifted up, and it was printed hard on the pouty, bright face. On red lips.
Ana's expression was stunned, and panic appeared in her eyes.
She hurriedly pushed Sherlock away and reached out to cover her attacked lips, like a frightened rabbit.
"You...you...what are you doing! I'm your aunt!"
Anna's aggrieved cry made Sherlock panic.
But when he thought of his uncle, his father, and the man in his aunt's room!
He simply stood up and hugged Anna without hesitation.
"Aunt, I'm sorry. But I can't control myself."
"I know I am not as rich as my uncle, and not as powerful as my father. But I am smarter than them all, and I will definitely be better than them in the future."
"I will be your support and the man who will protect you from wind and rain. So, don't worry, you don't need to rely on those men outside who can only talk sweet words. It's enough for you to have me!"
Sherlock's madness was beyond Anna's expectation.
She originally thought that it would take some time for her to defeat this brat.
Unexpectedly, after just a while, the kid brought it up by himself.
She ducked back with a look of fear on her face, trying to break away from Sherlock's embrace, but she couldn't.
She begged anxiously: "You can't do this, Sherlock, I am your aunt. It is wrong for you to do this. You are still young, and you still have a bright future. Your aunt is already old..."
"No! Auntie, you are not old! In my eyes, you are the most beautiful existence!"
Sherlock interrupted Anna's pleading, stood up frantically, and locked Anna in his arms.
"ah!"
Anna, whose hands were locked, seemed to have touched the murder weapon and screamed in fright.
Her face was dripping with blood, and she said nervously: "You... you have really grown up. But this is not good. Auntie doesn't want to harm you. Auntie can arrange those young ladies for you. Do you like the daughter of a wealthy businessman or a noble? As a young lady at home, your aunt will try her best to help you, can you let your aunt go?"
Sherlock didn't accept it, he kissed Anna's face crazily, his lips fell on Anna's forehead, cheeks, nose, and even chased Anna's avoiding lips.
"Why can my uncle do it? Men outside can do it, even my father who doesn't care about his family can do it, but I can't do it! I'm so inferior to them!"
Sherlock's words shocked Anna so much that she forgot to dodge.
Until her lips were captured by Sherlock, she had no intention of talking to him.
A sentence echoed in her mind: "He knows! He knows everything! He actually knows!"
After a while, she felt that the restless hands of the little guy in front of her were trying to take off her clothes, so she quickly stopped him.
She stared at Sherlock with a serious face and asked, "Do you know, do you know about my relationship with your father?"
Sherlock yelled with an unhappy face: "Yes, I saw it! One time I came back late and saw you enter my father's room with my own eyes, from the table to the bed. That night, I was outside the door the whole time. !”
"So, you can even give it to that kind of irresponsible man, why can't you give it to me!"
Ana calmed down a lot and continued to ask: "Is this the one time you saw it?"
Sherlock shook his head: "I have seen my father go to your room many times in the middle of the night. As long as uncle is not around, he always goes there! So, I secretly wrote a secret letter and told him about you."
"But uncle is afraid of the truth and has never dared to investigate. He only thinks it is a prank and strictly forbids others to mention it! He is a loser! It is just right that he disappeared! But I am afraid that he is pretending to be missing and want to investigate secretly."
"So I investigated his whereabouts. Unexpectedly, I worked so hard to trace it. When I came back, I found that you had another man! How could you do this to me!"
"Tear it apart!"
Sherlock tore his clothes apart frantically.
Anna looked at Sherlock who didn't know the truth at all, suddenly smiled on her face, and hugged him actively.
"I'm sorry, kid, I didn't know I was so important to you."
Anna's sudden tenderness made Sherlock's mind go blank.
[In addition, I cannot find the architectural pattern of medieval cities, so the so-called manor pattern is based on the pattern of Jiangnan courtyards. But in fact, the manor of a medieval lord was generally a farm equivalent to a town. A lord's territory is a separate town. The territory of the great lord will even build walls and become a real city like in movies and TV shows, and the lord will live in the castle. But the background of the story is an era where mythology and magic meet the steam age. Therefore, the urban style is closer to the architectural style of the 17th and 18th centuries. It's just that the author really hasn't decided whether to choose the Byzantine style or the later style, so he doesn't describe the image of the city too much. 】
