The air in the study was mixed with the smell of scrolls and paper, and Wen Xien leaned back on the bench, supporting his right cheek with one hand and scrolling through a blue book with the other.

Lu Guining was brewing tea beside him, his lowered eyelashes casting a curved shadow on his white face, as quiet and elegant as bamboo.

"Buckle—"

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

A shallow voice, impregnated with gorgeous texture.

The tall European-style palace door was pushed open.

Walking in was a tall man in a tuxedo.

Bend over and salute.

"Your Highness, I just received an invitation to the ball from the thirteenth duke, do you want to attend?"

Didn't answer right away.

Wen Xien turned the page indifferently, lowered his eyelashes and looked at the book, not knowing if he was listening carefully.

The tall man whispered again: "Your Highness, you have pushed down the duke's invitation no less than seven times, if you push it back this time, I'm afraid it will be ......."

Although His Royal Highness is a prince, there are several princes and dukes in this blood clan after all.

If it is pushed away again, it is estimated that His Highness's status and reputation will be shaken, and they may secretly speculate that the arrogant prince will not only hide in the castle after being injured by lowly humans, but will not dare to come out, dare not go out to meet people, or have no face to come out to meet people.

That's not a good thing.

Wen Xien frowned coldly, pursed his lips, and pursed his excessively red lips in a cool arc, "Next." ”

“…… Be. ”

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The auditorium covers a very large area, at least 10,000 square meters.

The main door of the auditorium has stone steps.

The vast stone staircase is covered with a bright red carpet.

The palatial hall is spacious and bright, full of blooming flowers, elegant and comfortable decoration; A few steps away, there is a dim and elegant square wooden push glass lamp, giving people a 30s feel. The brilliant light sets off the large bouquet of roses in the center.

The waitress in a short skirt diligently poured water and tea, as well as the delicious delicacies of the mountains and seas, all of which showed the identity and status of the host.

The night was full of stars and buzz.

On the wide chair with silver trim, a figure is half-hidden in the darkness, bright and extinguished.

The man's snow-white hand held the red wine glass, and the scarlet liquid in the glass shook slightly as the glass shook.

Lu Guining was also brought out by Wen Xien, which attracted more people's attention, after all, basically no one would bring a human with a humble status to a high-level banquet like this.

She had also just arrived, and as soon as she entered, she attracted most people's attention, just because he hadn't been out of the castle at all since he woke up.

A lot of people are whispering.

"I thought she would be hiding all the time, after all, because of a lowly human ......"

The latter words are not spoken, but everyone who understands them understands.

"I'm afraid this is the first prince to be forced to sleep by a human."

They only knew that Wen Xien was injured by humans and entered the period of forced sleep, but in fact, Wen Xien's injury was much more serious than they imagined, and it was just a shell to support him.

Contempt, deplorment, ridicule, dodge......

There was no anger on Wen Xi'en's face, because she felt that these people were right, but she was too insipid, which made them even more indignant.

"What a shame for the Prince."

The corners of Wen Xien's mouth hooked up a smile, and her eyebrows were especially good, dark and long. At this moment, he lowered his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was indescribably bewitched.

The blood clan, who was originally righteous and full of contempt, was suddenly glanced at by her smile, and his face was red and his ears were hot, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

The moment Wen Xien smiled, Lu Guining thought that he would see a very bloody scene, but no. The prince's pale slender fingers shook the wine glass, and everything was calm.

Wen Xien didn't stay in it for long, she came out after a while, the moon was very round and bright in the night, she walked to the pavilion, and looked at the moonlight and lost her mind.

The lines of his eyebrows were noble and cold, looking ahead without squinting, silent and quiet, more like the emperor enshrined in the temple than the cruel and unkind blood clan. Lack of seven emotions and six desires, without a trace of fireworks and dust.

There is neither joy nor sorrow.

Ruthless and desireless, in a vampire, how ironic.

Lu Guining accompanied Wen Xien to stand in the pavilion at the top of the mountain.

The moon in the sky is nothing to look at, because I don't know how many times I have seen it.

The young prince looked at it intently, his eyebrows did not move, and his whole person was like a jade man.

Such a close distance made the person standing next to him overwhelmed. I can't help but pay attention to her, and my eyes are carefully tracing inch by inch.

Lu Guining smelled a faint cold incense, a very light and sweet smell, very smelly. He couldn't help but take a step closer.

The prince seemed to completely ignore him, and Lu Guining's gaze gradually stopped being overly restrained and careful.

The vampire, who had never given him a glimmer of light, suddenly spoke: "I've been by my side for so long, I haven't learned your story, let's hear it." ”

The slightest pain in his fingertips made him immediately steady his mind, and he lowered his eyes to organize his words.

"I also have a pair of very good parents, when I was a child, they were kind to me, but this good time did not last long, after the death of my mother, my father is like a different person, and the family has become homeless, I have loved singing since I was a child, but they all feel useless, this is what I love, so I have been persisting ......"

"Prince, you are the first to hear me sing."

Lu Guining lowered his eyelashes, as if he was a little shy.

Wen Xien looked into the distance, and he didn't know if he was listening carefully, but when he stopped, Wen Xien looked over again.

Lu Guining thought of the photo he saw that night, and said something to the ghost.

"Is this the first time the Prince has heard someone sing?"

As soon as he said this, Lu Guining felt a little inappropriate, but there was no reason to take it back, so he continued to look forward to Wen Xien's answer.

To his disappointment, Wen Sheen didn't pay attention to his question and didn't look at him.

The strong sense of loss made Lu Guining's expression distort for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a dull pain in his heart, Wen Xien's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and his weak body subconsciously helped the pillar next to him.

Lu Guining, who had been paying attention to his every move, naturally noticed that something was wrong at the first time, and immediately stepped forward to support her.

"Your Highness, you ......"

The weak legs almost immediately made her involuntarily lean towards Lu Guining.

His face was as pale as porcelain, his lips were bright red, but his eyebrows were lowered at the moment, and he was as quiet and silent as a statue of a god surrounded by incense in a temple.

(End of chapter)