After My Enemy Finds Out I'm a Succubus [Transmigration Book]

"I want to learn 'like' from His Highness."

Under the focused gaze of those green eyes, Luke's breathing stopped, and his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment.

The introverted Shengzi occasionally hit a straight ball, which caught him off guard.

Of course, he knew that Lance had no other intentions.

Similarly, he didn't have any emotions that he shouldn't have—that momentary delay was only caused by the impact of beauty. Luke likes beautiful things, which is human nature.

But he still turned his head away in embarrassment like a cat who was suddenly found treading milk, and coughed.

Lance thought he had choked on the wine, so he went around and offered the towel, but was rejected again.

He realized that he might have used the wrong wording, so he corrected it: "Please teach me 'aesthetics' and 'art', maybe this is more appropriate. 'Like' is a more subjective view, I want to emphasize subjective feelings, Your Highness."

During the process of his explanation, Luke controlled his emotions and regained his expression of not taking anything seriously.

"Have you remembered what was said in the carriage that day?" He still remembered laughing at him for this.

"I don't mean to blame you, Your Highness," Lance said sincerely, "You pointed out my flaws and troubles, and I should thank you."

——the only flaw, and it's not worth mentioning at all.thought Luke.

"How do you want to learn?" he asked.

Knowing that this meant acquiescence, Lance smiled and said, "I don't know, Your Highness. I'm completely at your command."

"If I have time," Luke said haughtily.

——Well, isn't it challenging to heal the almost perfect Lancelot's only weakness in his spare time?

After eating at noon, Luke pretended to be indifferent, but in fact he asked someone to fetch the drawing board and paints with great interest and put them in the rose garden.

The paint is made from egg white, and the drawing board is covered with a layer of gypsum. Only nobles can afford these expensive painting materials, and the paintings drawn by them are called "tempera painting".

Before turning into a book, painting was one of Luke's few hobbies.Those magnificent and depressing paintings with rich colors and heavy colors can sometimes earn him a lot of pocket money at auction.

Coincidentally, the little prince in the original book has the same hobbies as him. In the most closely guarded treasury of the mansion, apart from gold, silver and jewelry, there are piles of rare painting materials collected from various regions.

Although tempera painting is not the same as modern painting tools, the basic skills and core are the same.

Lance sat down in front of the drawing board, and was surprised to see Luke instruct the servant to set up another drawing board beside him.

"In today's class, you will experience the beauty of art from painting." Luke said proudly, "and I will show you how to paint in person."

He pursed his lips, glanced at Lance, and added, "I'm extra free today."

The afternoon is the best time to take a nap.

Luke, who hasn't had a full night's sleep for many consecutive nights, needs to use this time to rest instead of teaching him to paint - both he and Lance know this.

But Lance found the expectation that he tried his best to hide in the eyes of the little prince.

He didn't puncture it, and his eyelashes cast a curved shadow.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness." He said sincerely.

In response, Luke raised an eyebrow.

Lance had learned basic painting skills in the monastery. After two or three brief sentences, the two of them started painting according to the same bush of roses.

"If you don't understand anything, I allow you to ask me questions." Luke said reservedly, "I can answer any questions."

——At least in painting, he is enough to completely crush Lancelot, and he can be his teacher with confidence.

This is probably the revenge of the morning's swordsmanship, right?he thought happily.

When Luke picked up the paintbrush, all his miscellaneous thoughts left him, leaving only this gorgeous little world under his brush.

It was only when he pulled away from the painting world that Lance was looking at him.

Any questions?Luke leaned over to look at his drawing board.

Delicate roses appeared on Lance's drawing board, and all the details were vivid. If it wasn't limited by the painting material, Luke was sure that he could paint as real as the camera.

Perfect, but without a soul.

"Sorry, Your Highness," Lance lowered his eyes, "to disappoint you."

His paintings, like his people, are liars.No matter how true the lie is, there is nothing in the heart.

Luke knew such a painter.They master the most precise and scientific techniques and can become the most powerful "painters", but they will never be called "artists".

Lance is that kind of person.

Luke felt a little pity for him.

"Listen, Lance, don't think about pretending to be anything. Let go of the prison of the shape and try to express how it makes you feel." He persuaded, "Don't you feel intoxicated by the smell of flowers? Seeing them graceful Don't you feel happy with the smooth lines and gorgeous colors?"

Lance looked at him thoughtfully.

He would be satisfied to smell the fragrance of flowers in His Highness's hair.

He would feel itchy when he noticed the curvature of His Highness's mouth.

He would find it difficult to look away when he saw the rose-colored wine on His Highness's lips spilled on his shirt.

Lance's eyes lit up slightly.

Luke captures his transformation and is relieved by the student's disenchantment.

"Yes, Lance," he said, "that feeling, that's what you call 'like.'"

In an instant, the world in Lance's eyes was completely lit up, and the little prince in front of him was the one in the center of the color emitting light.

"Try again." Luke ordered someone to fetch a few drawing boards.He was exceptionally tolerant when it came to painting.

When he was about to start writing again, Lance held his wrist.

Apart from the necessary service, this is the first time he touches others actively. Even if this slightly overreaching gesture is too impolite to Lance and too disrespectful to Luke, the two of them let it happen naturally, Nothing prevents.

"May I make one more request, Your Highness." Lance looked into his eyes, "I want to draw you into the painting."

Luke was startled, and turned his gaze: "If this is beneficial to your study."

Then he added: "But hurry up, I don't think I have that much patience..."

"Then please rest for a while, the afternoon sun is very warm." Lance said with a smile.

Luke thought it was the same, so he asked someone to bring the rattan reclining chair and put it among the flowers, and he lay down on it comfortably.

Lance put a thin blanket around his waist and began to paint.

At first, His Highness would pay attention to the flying butterflies and bees, but soon he tilted his head slightly and fell into a sound sleep.

The warm wind with the fragrance of flowers blew past, the blond hair fluttered between the bridge of the young man's nose, and light-colored butterflies landed on his collarbone.

Even the little prince, who is covered with thorns all over his body, occasionally reveals a soft and harmless side.

The last time he showed this kind of softness was when His Highness was walking with his sister. Lance saw it from a distance and didn't dare to disturb him. He knew that his presence would make His Highness stand up again.

This time it was finally in front of him.

And he will freeze this moment in the painting forever.

When Luke woke up, Twilight was preparing to leave the banquet with the last glow of sunset.

Lance was packing up his painting tools. When he saw him open his eyes, he smiled and said, "The wind is getting a bit chilly. I just planned to wake up Your Highness."

Luke lay on the rattan chair and stretched leisurely.This sleep is the best sleep he has had so far, and his spirit has completely recovered to his best state.

"How's it going?" He noticed that Lance had covered the panel with a curtain.

"Please allow me to keep it a secret from Your Highness," Lance said with a smile, "After it is fully perfected, I want to give it to you as a gift on Your Highness's birthday."

"There are still several months." Luke frowned slightly.

He was very interested in Lance's paintings, but he did not want to show too much concern and could not force him, so he pretended not to care and did not pursue further.

At dinner, Luke took the lead at the end of the long table, and Lance was specially allowed to sit next to him, leaving the remaining ten seats empty.

Servants were not allowed to eat at the table, they had to serve their masters before they could eat leftovers in the kitchen.

Sitting next to His Highness like Lance is an honor that even the old housekeeper rarely has.

But tonight there was something more to the servants than envy of the new lover's luck.

Especially the maids.

——They were going crazy! !

According to my aunt's friend's daughter's lover, His Royal Highness and Lance traveled alone on the same horse this morning, and were found bathing by the lake, sweating profusely and disheveled;

I heard from my aunt's friend's uncle's colleague that this afternoon His Highness took out the treasured painting materials, taught Lance how to paint, and even acted as a model in his paintings!

Not only moved the body, but also moved the heart!

They were all as excited as if they had entered the marriage hall, asking around about Lance's appearance, temperament, and whether he was sincere to His Highness.

Their Highness is cruel and cruel, yes, but only for the servants.Although His Royal Highness was honest with the maids, he seldom punished them, and he would not touch the maids like other princes and nobles.

In the same position, His Highness will also give preferential treatment to maids, unlike other manor owners who completely ignore the unique meticulousness and hard work of maids, but are picky about their physical strength.

...This may be the gentleness that belongs only to His Royal Highness Luke.

As for same-sex immorality?Sorry, they are completely willing to change sects for His Highness.

After all, there is not only one ascetic sect in the Holy Kingdom, and the God of Light will protect them in the same way no matter which sect they belong to.

As the master, Luke knew nothing about these hidden thoughts.

In his impression, everyone in the mansion wanted him to die well. If it wasn't for the reward of a few silver coins, they might also want to strangle him to death on the bed.

At night, he took off the book covered with "Day and Menstruation" with ease, and coughed a few times pretending to be serious.

Lance stared inquisitively at the book that would make His Highness sing.

"Your Highness, excuse me, may I ask where did you get this book?"

"Xia Zuo. The red-haired Master Cecil you saw last time in the 'Nest of Pleasure'." Luke shook the pages of the book, "In order to hide his ascetic mother, he has many books bound like this. "

Lance frowned.

Cecil will share this kind of book with His Highness, so will His Highness sing to Cecil like last night?

He seemed to have eaten a piece of bread mixed with a grain of gravel, and when he swallowed the gravel, it brought a little stagnation in his chest.

Lance blamed it on concerns that His Royal Highness was inadvertently making friends.

"I hope that the association with Master Cecil will not have a bad influence on His Highness," he said.

When Luke heard this, he made a "poof" and almost threw the book out.

"Will he spoil me? You think too highly of me, Lance." He struggled to hold back his laughter, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"They say you are arrogant, violent, stupid, sensual..."

Words came slowly out of Lance's mouth, but his eyes told Luke that he himself did not share these views.

He was expecting Luke to refuse.

Under such serious eyes, Luke's joking thoughts faded away, and another emotion emerged.

It should be a numb pain - just like long-frozen ice and snow, even if it touches the water flow a few degrees above zero, it will feel hot.

Luke was used to ridicule in front of his face and ridicule behind his back.

He was born sick and disabled, killed all his relatives one after another, and inherited a huge inheritance without lifting a finger... Such a person deserves to be hated.

He could only use the only thing he had, money, and more money, to throw revenge on their faces, to see them retreat in frustration, and then to hear them say, "Look, if that's the case, this person is hopeless. "

Nobody ever expected anything from him.

Lance was first.

This made Luke unconsciously afraid—afraid that such expectations would be easily broken.

...If it is destined to be lost, then if you have nothing from the very beginning, won't you not get hurt?

Luke didn't even realize he was thinking this.

He only felt a pain from being scalded, and his heart flinched slightly under the pain, followed by a strong desire to destroy.

He couldn't wait to smash this expectation.

"Isn't it?" He casually sneered, "You've only been with me for a few days, and you think that I'm different from the little prince that others talk about?"

"Your Highness..."

"I won't be surprised if I meet my ex-lover on the road one day and ask me to compensate him for his first night fee."

Luke didn't give Lance a chance to reply, nor did he look at Lance's expression.

He turned his back and ended the topic: "Serve me to change my clothes."

"...Yes, Your Highness." Lance replied a little slower this time.

There was a rustling sound, and Lu Jia raised his jaw, trying to catch the reaction of the person behind him, but found nothing.

Due to physical disabilities, Luke had a withdrawn personality before time travel and never got close to anyone.

This body is different.

Luke never expected that his words would become a prophecy.

In the forest, a strange black-haired boy seemed to appear out of nowhere, took his hand, and kissed on the Ouroboros ring.

Luke threw his hands, but the Ouroboros ring was pinched in the young man's hand, and the ring was like a shackle that bound his fingers, motionless.

assassin?In such a secluded and uninhabited forest, Lance just left to take the horses to drink water by the lake!

"orchid……!"

Before a note could be heard, the black-haired boy covered his mouth tightly, and the texture of the leather glove could be clearly felt.

"Finally found you, my master." He glanced in the direction of the lake, "I haven't come to see me for so long, I really got caught by a new lover."

Then he showed an ambiguous and playful smile.

"—I would be jealous too."

Behind the tree, the holy art that was buzzing between Lance's lips froze, stopping at the last word.