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As if locked in a dark cage, as time passed, he slowly curled up, and his perception of the outside world gradually faded.

Until day after day, an uninterrupted voice sounded from the outside world, telling him what he saw and heard every day with perseverance and a little stubbornness.

At the end, I always sighed, and said with a little sadness in my heart:

"If only you were alive..."

—Another faint call.

The person curled up in the darkness moved slightly, and the fingertips resting weakly on his knees trembled slightly. In the next second, the white tips of the ears hidden behind the pitch-black hair were half exposed.

The slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, and the boy who was hiding in no man's land slowly opened his eyes.

Here... where is it?

He blinked in confusion, his red lips parted slightly, but he didn't hear his own voice.

"My God of Love, Narcissus of my dreams, I am deeply obsessed with you."

who is talking?

He was disturbed by the darkness that came upon him, and curious by the dim calls from all directions.

The bird trapped in the cage slowly stretched out its beautiful feathers, and he wanted to go out and have a look.

...Maybe I shouldn't be here all the time.

With this in mind, the boy slowly straightened up from the curled up position.

That beautiful face that still looks ambiguous even in the dark is fully revealed.

"My love... you are so beautiful."

The boy's clear voice caused the person in the painting to open his eyes.

For a moment, the only child of the Duke, the young master who is loved by thousands of people, couldn't help holding his breath.

"I knew..." His voice changed from murmur to more excited.

"My, it's my Narcissus—!"

No matter how beautiful the face of the person in the painting is, it would be an absurd and weird scene to suddenly open his eyes, but the young master didn't care at all.

Those clear blue eyes, if someone else can take a look, they can see the blue sky full of birds and the sparkling sea, but at this moment, they are burning with fierce love.

It was unabashedly possessive.

"Where do you come from?" But soon, the young master denied his question, shaking his head and whispering:

"No matter where you come from, you are here now, and I will not let you leave my side."

And from the beginning to the end, the beauty in the painting can only look at him with a pair of dark and melancholy beautiful eyes. If he really walks down from the painting, maybe the young master will find that in those beautiful eyes, there is still something hidden. A little confused.

who are you?Who am I?

The beautiful boy in the painting wanted to ask, but when he tried to open his mouth, he found that an invisible force was imprisoning him.

The young master imitated the facial features of the person in the painting with his eyes obsessively.

——That is the beauty that should not exist in the world.

It seems that even the sun takes pity on this hazy and fragile beauty, and the delicate golden light spots kiss the fair and blush face of the person in the painting with a touch of tender nostalgia.

For a moment, he really looked like Nasses, the beautiful young man in ancient Greek mythology who felt sorry for himself because of his astonishing beauty.

It's just that his "Nathes" is a beauty from the mysterious East.

The young master withdrew the jealousy that he felt dissatisfied with because of the comparison between the two just now:

He doesn't want anyone to compare to his baby.

"Why don't you speak? Can't you speak?"

After recovering from the sudden shock and joy, the young master realized what he had ignored just now.

As if he really hit the mark, the person in the painting blinked slightly, and when his eyes touched those dark and dense eyelashes, the young master was a little ecstatic again.

Now he knew what his friend meant when he described the noble lady he was pursuing, "even the hair is so beautiful that it breaks my heart".

His heart will be broken too.

His flowers, his fragile and beautiful flowers, he must take good care of them.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you can't talk, even if you are the so-called demagogue—"

The little son of the duke's family smiled, his pure gold soft hair slowly fell to his forehead as he raised his head, and he said softly:

"As long as you're by my side."

At that time, the person in the painting just stared at the person who wantonly expressed love to him with those beautiful and melancholy eyes, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

He is too ignorant, the flowers that have just recovered from the darkness can only be held in the palm of the owner domineeringly and cared for carefully.

……

A rumor has recently been circulating in the Duke's castle:

The little prince, who was much loved by the duke and his wife, was bewitched recently. For some reason, he was always talking to himself in the room, laughing cheerfully from time to time, which made the maids who passed by unintentionally feel shudder.

By the time the Duchess heard the rumor, everyone in the entire castle, from the steward to the temporary servants, had already heard about it.

That day, the always gentle Duchess lost her temper for the first time. She severely punished several servants who spread rumors, and issued a stern warning to everyone in the castle:

No one is allowed to discuss this matter, especially not to the ears of the young master and the duke!

The servants of the castle agreed with trembling voices, and secretly warned themselves in their hearts:

Try not to get close to the young master's room.

——And these things didn't bother the people in the only room on the third floor of the castle at all.

On this day, the weather was fine, and the young master looked out the window at the slightly lying Yangguan, and his mood suddenly became very good.

"Rose, I want to paint you."

With that said, he acted.

When the person in the painting opened his eyes again, a white easel had been set up in the huge room, and the young master sitting in the sunlight looked like an angel who knew nothing about the world.

After the angel had prepared everything for painting, when he looked up, he saw him wake up from a deep sleep, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Honey, I miss you so much."

It only took the little master half a month from the first time he discovered the deep fear of the person in the painting closing his eyes again to learning to wait patiently.

When he saw the face of the person in the painting that became more lively and beautiful as he opened his eyes again, he became a little happier again.

It's like a cluster of faint fireworks hidden in the heart, only when seeing the painting in front of it, it suddenly blooms, forming a gorgeous but short-lived beauty.

"I'm going to paint you, you're beautiful, my dear."

And the person in the painting has gradually adapted to the other party's ever-changing address for him.

He just quietly looked at the young man not far away, and his thoughts drifted away.

— "Baby! What are you doing?!"

A sharp but pleasant voice sounded at this moment, pulling his attention back to reality.

He subconsciously wanted to blink his eyes, this was his way of communicating with that noble boy.

It's so strange, even though it's the same expression, the other party can always understand what he means.

Just like now-

"Mom, you scared him."

Some small complaining voices said to their favorite mother with a little coquettishness.

When the Duchess who broke through the door saw the oil painting that was carefully placed covered with white tulle and surrounded by beautiful flowers still stained with dew, she clutched her chest, and behind her husband's With support, he didn't fall down.

"Lantros, what are you doing?"

The Duke is in his prime, even if he is married, he is still a high-quality man in Lancheng who is admired by countless women, but the relationship between the Duke and his wife is very good, and their only child, Lanteros, is also growing up in love.

At this time, it was rare for him to lose face towards his beloved son.

When he heard the rumor from his confidant, he was a little dubious. He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem until he went home and asked his wife, and his eyes fell on the other's pale face.

The duke and his wife stayed up all night, after much deliberation, they still decided to go to the room of their beloved son to find out the truth.

Unexpectedly, when he reached the door, he heard the other party talking affectionately in the room.

The Duchess couldn't take it even after hearing only a few words. Her body was trembling slightly, and she couldn't believe that the child she was always proud of was really like what the servants said: "Chinese evil".

Lancelot looked at his parents standing at the door, put down the paintbrush in his hand, and tilted his head slightly.

The little angel bathed in the sun looks so innocent, that is her baby born in October.

Just when the tenderness in the hearts of the Duke and Duchess was welling up, they heard the words that made them fall into the ice cellar:

"Mom and Dad, you bothered me and Rose, please leave now."

Even though the young master is so outstanding and precocious, he still doesn't know much about some worldly customs and ethics.

So he didn't know why his parents' expressions changed instantly after hearing his words, and they even looked at the oil painting that he decided to take good care of with vicious eyes.

—his rose beauty.

The sound of "cracking" rang in Lancelot's ears, and he looked at the oil painting that was ruthlessly thrown into the raging fire in a daze.

Her body, which could no longer move due to the violent struggle, was severely suppressed by the servant. Even though the duchess beside her couldn't bear it, she could only sob softly in her husband's generous arms.

"Honey, we have no choice but to get rid of the evil spirits covering our baby."

"He's not..." A weak voice came out of Lancelot's mouth, but he fell silent under the surprised eyes of the Duchess.

He is not evil, he is my rose.

When the young master was still enjoying the love of his parents when his peers were still enjoying the love of their parents, he understood a truth early on:

When you are incapable, all you can have is what others give you out of love.

Because I am too weak to guard my own rose.

—and made it wither early.

Those wanton flames seemed to be mocking him for not being strong enough, their bodies were twisting crazily, screaming silently, and pouring malice on him.

Lancelot bent down slowly, and the curve of his lips became wider and wider, forming an exaggerated and terrifying curve where no one could see.

Then it was slowly put away amidst the sound of the flames gradually extinguishing.

When he raised his head again, he became a well-behaved and obedient son again to meet the worried but gratified eyes of the Duke.

An excellent heir to the title.

……

From the clear and clear voice of a teenager, to the youthful voice with a little hoarseness, to the charming voice full of magnetism, Lancelot is pushing himself to be better and stronger every day.

It's just that the oil painting has become the most untouchable forbidden area for him.

As time passed, the duchess, thinking that he had gradually forgotten his ignorance in his youth, introduced him to a noble daughter of an ancient family.

When he met the loving eyes of his mother who was no longer young, he was silent.

And the two really had a good time talking.

——Until the daughter inadvertently mentioned his rose.

"Before I saw you, I was still a bit apprehensive——"

"Why?" Lancelot's smile was decent and elegant enough to make any innocent girl blush and heartbeat.

Sure enough, after a brief hesitation, the daughter lowered her voice and said:

"I heard that there used to be a very beautiful person in your house. They called her 'Rose Beauty'."

The innocent noble lady thought it was a beautiful girl.

But the handsome and elegant young man in front of him suddenly changed his face, his voice was dark, as if he was hiding hidden anger:

"Who told you that?"

Good family education made Lancelot unwilling to vent his anger on the ignorant and innocent girl, but the trapped beast in his heart that was forcibly imprisoned many years ago was struggling and roaring, clamoring to destroy everything.

"I, am my maid, she, they also heard it!"

Qian Jin, who had been protected meticulously since she was a child, panicked.

The blind date broke up unhappy.

"Lance, I'm so disappointed in you—"

The old Duke was so angry that his chest was heaving violently. He was no longer young and needed a strong heir to inherit their family's century-old foundation.

The tall young man who had begun to take the outline of an adult man stood opposite him, silent.

"You go."

After all, the old duke felt powerless. He waved his hand, and with the sound of the door being closed, his shoulders suddenly slumped.

At the same time, Lancelot, who left the study, did not return to his room.

He came to the basement of the Duke's Castle, which had a history of hundreds of years--a forbidden place that his parents had warned him not to go to since he was a child.

But the young man seemed familiar with the route.

"Squeak—" he turned and closed the door, revealing the huge six-pointed star array behind him.

"Have you decided yet?"

A vague and deep voice echoed in the basement.

Lancelot remained silent, but clenched the hand hanging by his side.

"I'd do anything to get him back."

"Jie Jie Jie—" The wild laughter echoed in the basement, and it could not dissipate for a long time.

And Lan Qiaoyi, amidst the burst of laughter, opened his eyes again.

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