Chapter 539: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless (11)

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

Lu Guilin brewed tea next to him, and his drooping eyelashes made a curved shadow on his white face, as quiet and elegant as bamboo.

"Ququ——"

The knock on the door sounded at this moment.

"Enter."

A shallow voice is immersed in gorgeous texture.

The tall European-style palace door was pushed open.

The one who walked in was a tall man in a tuxedo.

Bend over and salute.

"Your Highness, you just received an invitation from the thirteenth generation duke. Are you going to attend?"

There was no answer immediately.

Wen Xien turned the page calmly, looked at the book with his eyes down, and didn't know if he had listened carefully.

The tall man whispered again: "Your Highness, you have turned down the invitation letter from the Duke no less than seven times. If you turn it down this time, I'm afraid it's..."

Although Your Highness is a prince, there are several princes and dukes in this blood clan.

If you turn it off again, your status and reputation will probably shake. They may secretly speculate that the proud prince will not only hide in the castle after being injured by a humble human being, dare not come out, dare not come out to see people, or have no face to see people.

That's not a good thing.

Wen Xien frowned coldly, pursed his lips, and his excessively bright red lips pursed into a cool and thin curve, "Come on."

"……yes."

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The auditorium covers a very large area, at least tens of thousands of square meters.

The gate of the auditorium was built with stone steps.

Bright red carpets are laid on the vast and wide stone steps.

The magnificent hall is spacious and bright, with blooming flowers everywhere, elegant and comfortable decoration; a few steps away, there is a dim, ancient and elegant square wooden glass lamp, giving people a feeling of the 1930s. The brilliant and bright lights set off a large bouquet of roses in the center, which is particularly dazzling.

The waitress in a short skirt dress diligently added tea to pour water and the delicious delicacies all show the identity and status of the host.

That night, the stars were shining and the sounds were buzzing.

On the wide chair with silver edges, a figure half hidden in the darkness, clearly extinct.

The man held the red wine glass with snow-white hands, and the scarlet and blood-like liquid in the glass swayed slightly as the wine glass swayed.

Lu Guining was also brought out by Wen Xien, which attracted more people's attention. After all, no one would come to such high-end banquets with humble humans.

She was also not long ago, and as soon as she came in, she attracted most people's attention, just because he had never left the castle since he woke up.

Many people whisper.

"I thought she would hide and never come out all the time, after all, because of a lowly human..."

The following words were not said, but everyone understands them.

"This is probably the first prince to be injured by humans to force sleep."

They only knew that Wen Xien was injured by humans and entered a forced sleep period. In fact, Wen Xien's injury was much worse than they thought, and it was just a shell to support it.

Contempt, regret, ridicule, dodge...

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

"I really lost the prince's face."

A smile appeared on the corner of Wen Xien's mouth. Her eyebrows were particularly beautiful, black and long. At this moment, she lowered her eyebrows and raised her eyes slightly, and she was indescribably bewitching and frivolous.

The blood clan, who was originally righteous and full of contempt, suddenly felt blushing and hot in her eyes when she saw her.

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

Wen Xien didn't stay inside for a long time, and then came out after a while. The moon in the dark was very round and bright. She walked to the pavilion and looked at the moonlight and was a little lost.

The lines of eyebrows and eyes are noble and cold, and they look ahead without looking sideways. They are silent and quiet, more like the emperor worshipped in the temple than the cruel and unkind blood clan. They lack seven emotions and six desires, and there is no trace of fireworks and dust.

There is neither joy nor sorrow.

How ironic is it that ruthless and desireless in a vampire.

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

There is nothing good about the moon in the sky, because I don’t know how many times I have seen it.

The young prince looked at him without moving his eyebrows, his whole body was like a jade man.

Such a close distance made the person standing next to him so much that he couldn't help but pay attention to her, and his eyes carefully depicted it inch by inch.

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

The prince seemed to have completely ignored him, and Lu Guining's eyes gradually stopped being too restrained and careful.

The vampire who had never given him a trace of light suddenly said: "I have been fighting by my side for so long, and I still want to know your story, let me listen."

The pain of the nails embedded in the belly of his fingernails made him immediately calm his mind and lower his eyes to organize his language.

"I also have a good pair of parents. They treated me well when I was a child, but this wonderful time did not last long. After my mother passed away, my father seemed to have become a different person, and my family became homeless. I have loved singing since I was a child, but they all felt it was useless. This is what I love, so I kept insisting on it..."

"The prince is the first person to listen to my singing."

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

Wen Xien looked into the distance, not knowing whether he was listening carefully, but when he stopped, Wen Xien looked over again.

Lu Guining thought of the photos he saw that night and said something in a strange way.

"Is this the first time the prince listened to someone singing?"

As soon as he said this, Lu Guining felt something was wrong, but he didn't make any reason to take it back, so he continued looking forward to Wen Xien's answer.

What disappointed him was that Wen Xien ignored his problem and was not looking at him.

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

Suddenly, a faint pain came from 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 something was wrong at the first time and immediately stepped forward to support her.

"Your Highness, you..."

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

His face was as pale as porcelain, his lips were brightly red, but his eyebrows were lowered at this moment, and he was as quiet as a statue of a god surrounded by the incense of the temple.
Chapter completed!