[Vampire Knight] Emperor Love Song

It's called Jiulanshu.

The diary has been turned over more than half, except for the blurred and unrecognizable places, Zhui Shengling is sure that he did not see Shu's name, and when Shu is mentioned throughout, there is only one pronoun: my master.

The records about childhood are neither short nor long, and the plain words always contain a touch of warmth.Cone Shengling hardly dared to guess what would happen in the future. He took a deep breath. He ended his warm childhood and entered youth. Marked by the death of the previous lord, Jiu Lanshu became the new lord.

This description is very succinct, and the warmth once hidden between the lines has quietly disappeared, replaced by a description that implies busyness and anxiety.

People who have never been valued are suddenly pushed to the front desk, without the guidance and support of their elders, and some relatives are still waiting to see a joke, hoping to use this to gain power in a legitimate way.Those who don't know the truth are not optimistic about this little-known heir, and those who know the details are planning to make a profit. One can imagine what kind of dilemma Jiu Lanshu faced when he first succeeded.

The road full of thorns was stumbling, and Jiu Lanshu gradually became a qualified lord.

He is loved and supported by people, and when he gets a good harvest and meets on the road, he is always talked about by people, with all kinds of compliments.No one remembers, and no one knows, that their lord was just a forgotten child. They quickly forgot about the previous lord and Jiu Lanshu's worries when he first took office, and were glad to be commanded by this young lord .

Skipping these descriptions, Cone Shengling saw the following words.

[In the past, I often wondered why the master was not loved by the lord. Obviously he is so outstanding and intelligent. I have never seen anyone who can blend red and black so well like him.The warm and thick red, and the silent and dark black, when it comes to the owner, it looks calm and elegant.

I think, and believe with all my heart, that he is the Son of God.

Although various portraits and legends insist on gold as the god's favorite color, gold is obviously too exaggerated, and it is not worthy of my dear master.I began to like black, and felt that the black hair and black eyes that were different from ordinary people were no longer so dazzling. I was even glad that the other half of my blood came from the East, and that when I said my name, the master was just right to the person with black hair. The eastern country with black pupils was curious.

East, yes, East.

In fact, I don’t know that the East in my blood refers to the Tang Kingdom in the East, or Fusang and Yingtai, but who cares? I know he’s just wondering about that black hair. Westerners rarely have such a pure head black hair.I know this thinking because I have felt inferior and anxious about the other half of my blood.

I didn't tell my hosts that dark haired westerners existed too.He was only imprisoned in this world, so he didn't see the colorful outside world.

——But, why should I tell him, in order to destroy our only similarity?]

A punch hit the ground, and the bones of the palm squeezed and collided with each other, causing a burst of pain.Cone Shengling took a deep breath, suppressing his boiling emotions.He found that when writing the diary, Jiu Lanlian seemed to be prone to divergent thinking. Although this helped him guess the unrecognizable handwriting on the front to speculate on Jiu Lanshu's past, such records inevitably made him uncomfortable.

Rubbing his temples, Cone Shengling forced himself to calm down and summarize the existing information.But he soon found that he couldn't calm down, so he couldn't wait to turn to the next page.

【...The child of the devil. 】

There is only this short sentence on the new page, and the handwriting is messy, showing the panic of the owner.

Zhui Shengling probably guessed that Jiu Lanlian discovered the identity of Jiu Lanshu at this time.That's right, even young vampires will instinctively disguise themselves as humans, and even pure-bloods are good at restraining blood-sucking desires, but bloodthirsty is a vampire's instinct, and Jiu Lanshu will be exposed one day.

The next few sheets of paper were blank, and the yellow pages eroded by the years seemed to be mocking Cone Shengling's fuss. In the lower right corner of the fourth page, there was a piece of erratic handwriting.It is a complex and gorgeous cursive script, which seems to have been deliberately practiced, and it is different from the previous and subsequent handwriting.He wrote:

[I knelt at the feet of the Demon King, swore loyalty, offered my blood and my future, just to be around.

I have turned away from God, fallen voluntarily, and rejoiced beyond measure.

The devil appreciated my loyalty and allowed me to call him by my first and last name, and promised me to be his descendant.

My king, Shu. 】

"..."

Zhui Shengling began to consider whether it was possible for him to dig out a thousand-year-old vampire and flog the corpse, and then he had to regret the clean way the vampire died.Fortunately, this cult-like tone and metaphors did not reappear afterwards. Jiu Lanlian seemed to calm down and continued to describe some daily trivial matters in a calm tone.Three months after he was first embraced, Jiu Lanshu's identity was accidentally discovered, and people in the territory gathered outside the mansion.

They wondered, my lord, is my lord really a vampire?

They asked in horror, why is our lord a monster! Why is a monster leading us? Cursing wildly, they shouted: Monster! Monster! Leave our land! We don't need you, leave!

Some voices murmured in the shadows: Let him hand over his blood, catch him, drain his blood, and use those precious materials to refine medicine.

——Anyway, lord, no, this is just a monster!

Who knows if this bloodthirsty monster took our blood while we were asleep? It's disgusting, to be deceived by this monster! Catch him, catch him, let the blood drain, he was the one who turned his back on us first! It's just a monster!

Of course, there are also benevolent and clear human beings who frown and put on righteous faces: Get out of here, we don't welcome you.

Seeing this succinct narration, Zhuo Shengling felt the seal on his neck begin to ache. It was hard for him to imagine the reaction of the pivot when he faced this scene, anger, sadness or both? At this moment, he He even hoped that Jiu Lanshu was a child who didn't understand anything, at least that way, he wouldn't be too hurt.

He saw that at the end of the description, Jiu Lanlian wrote the following sentence:

【If the whole world chooses to turn their backs and I am the only one who stays where I am, will it be special?】

His pupils shrank, and something flashed through Zhui Shengling's mind. The thought flashed too fast and he didn't catch it, and he turned the next page steadily with his right hand.

Jiulanlian followed Jiulanshu and left the territory. As the only follower, he gained almost all of Jiulanshu's trust and dependence.Of course, this is only temporary.Leaving the cage of confinement, Jiu Lanshu soon met the same kind, and then slowly, in the not so long ten years, more and more of the same kind gathered around him.They have experienced many things, such as the battle between vampires, the encounter with Jiu Lanshu's true blood relatives, and the pursuit and killing by the priests of the church.

In the long four hundred years, the human beings and non-human beings around him came and went, only Jiulanlian was always by Jiulanshu's side.The vampires got tired of fighting, so they sat down and talked, and eventually the followers organized and created their own families.

Exactly thirteen families, so people each chose an ancient surname, even if they may not be the direct blood of that surname.

Even pure blood will die. Hundreds of years of fighting have brutally eradicated bloodlines that were not strong enough, and only bloodlines and clans that are strong enough can be passed on.

Time flies, thousands of years in a blink of an eye.

A vampire's life is too long, and life stuck in place is too boring for them.Thousands of years are enough for Jiulanshu to grow his family and let his family occupy a stable place among the thirteen clans. But as a king, he stays in the family and deals with similar but different things every day. Even with Jiulanshu's patience, he finds it boring .

At this time, Jiu Lanlian proposed to let Jiu Lanshu go to Dongying with him.

The black-haired blood king didn't think too much, and easily agreed to the proposal, but this time, it wasn't just one person who followed him.Six pure-blooded vampires, as well as several noble and civilian vampires, volunteered to accompany them.

After five years, the fleet traveled slowly across the ocean, and then arrived at the distant eastern island, Dongying.

It is half a world away from the birthplace of the family.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Zhui Shengling looked away from the diary, the afternoon sun came in through the window, and the fine dust floating in the air slowly floated in the golden broken light, like a dream.For a moment, Zhuo Shengling felt that he smelled the smell of time.

Lowering his eyes, he slowly opened a new chapter.

——The past time finally overlapped with what he had seen.

******

After patting Bai Lili's neck to comfort him, Jiu Lanshu left the stable.

When he walked in, he didn't find the figure he had gotten used to in recent days, the living room, kitchen, bedroom, balcony, storage room, guest room, he couldn't find it anywhere.

"Cone born zero?"

Muttering the name, Jiu Lanshu didn't realize that he was frowning, revealing the confusion and uneasiness that he didn't realize.That person always stops at a position within his reach, steadily and persistently, as if he was waiting a long time ago, without too many words, using actions instead of explanations to express his determination.

Therefore, Jiu Lanshu never thought that one day he would not be able to find him.

The loss in my heart was not taken seriously by the master, Jiu Lanshu walked through every corner of Zhuisheng's house, and finally locked his target on the library.

While he spurned himself for ignoring this obvious goal, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the concealed door.The strong smell of books spread across the surface, perhaps mixed with the smell of time wreckage, but the overly familiar smell was ignored by Jiu Lanshu, he saw at a glance that he was sitting by the bookshelf