i am your guide

Sith nodded, he heard the sound of the piano in the distance, and the elegant prelude had already begun.There were many people in the hall, all of them were high-class people in formal attire, young masters and young ladies from various families were basically present.

The soft red carpet extends to the throne on the three steps at the deepest part of the main hall. There are refreshment tables and wine tables all over the spacious hall, and the gentlemen and ladies chat with each other. A humorous young master will make the ladies cover their mouths and smile. A detailed and detailed picture.

The moon is on Dongshan Mountain, pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the main hall, completely covered by the bright lights.The carved railings of the semi-circular balcony outside the window were stained with moonlight, and many guests chatted with wine glasses under the moonlight. The cool night breeze blew the hanging tassels on the curtains.

When Sith and Kavier walked in, Sith could clearly feel that the mental fluctuations of the audience had changed slightly, as if they had stopped. The people present were all sentinels or guides. Sith probed clearly.

Most eyes were on Kvir, male or female.The breath carefully hidden by the guides was captured by Sith, all of which revealed appreciation, joy, admiration, embarrassment, etc. In contrast, the sentries are very interesting, with kindness, malice, admiration, disdain... everything .

After swirling on Keweier for a long time, the next step was to move to Sith.

Back then, shock was the most obvious feedback message.

Shocked by an invitation to an unseen commoner, shocked by Cavill taking a guide to a ball, shocked by the Jones family crest on Sith.

This was simply slapping Vivian in the face.

Most people don't know that Kavier refused the invitation. In a sense, Sith actually brought his sentry partner to the court ball.However, Keweier's identity was there, and most people thought that Keweier brought a guide to the ball, so they naturally sighed a few times in their hearts.

Vivienne stood on the stage, she was wearing a white floor-to-ceiling dress, and a ruby ​​symbolizing the identity of the Russell family hung on her neck.Vivienne clenched her fists slightly, the smile in her eyes remained the same, her dark golden curly hair hung behind her back, today she put on the most exquisite makeup, the overpowering beauty smiled slightly, and walked down the stage slowly.

The host of the ball would only step down from the altar when Keweier appeared, and all the people around saluted, including Keweier and Sith standing on the red carpet.

Vivienne walked down step by step, her long skirt dragged on the ground, layered and haloed like a fishtail, she stood in front of Keweier, ignoring Sith, who was originally invited, and stretched out with a smile. With one hand in a drooping pose, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Her voice was nice: "Major General, long time no see."

Kevill also smiled back. He put his palm on Vivienne's fingertips, lifted it up slightly, and kissed her fingertips.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Keweier greeted.

After doing all this, Vivienne turned her head to look at Sith with a sweet smile.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Captain."

"Gui'an, Your Highness."

Vivienne had no intention of reaching out her hand, and Sith naturally didn't need to perform a hand-kissing salute. He imitated Keweier's greeting and saluted Vivienne.

"The dance will start soon, and I hope to bring you a pleasant night." Vivienne nodded slightly, and she said something to Sith, her eyes caught a glimpse of the Jones family emblem at the corner of his scarf, her fingers stiffened slightly, her complexion Don't change, turn around and leave.

"Let's go."

Keweier took Sith to the back corner, and he saw Sith standing on the side quite tiredly. The major general raised his hand gently to adjust Sith's clothes, and whispered: "Are you tired? It's just getting started."

"How do you bear it?"

Sith really thinks that people who can survive and grow up in this environment without being crooked are really strong. If he lives in this world of fake smiles, he will definitely die.

"Used to it."

Kavier picked up a rose pastry with a fork and handed it to Sith on a plate.

"Try it, this is very good."

"It's good."

The food recommended by Keweier is always delicious, and Sis tasted it with confidence, and his whole body instantly recovered.

"When the dance starts, you can go and play with people you know, but don't run around, don't drink, don't dance with others, and wait for me to come back."

Keweier couldn't stay with Sith for too long, his identity was there, and countless young men and women wanted to make friends with him, and taking advantage of the ball to expand contacts was a common trick of the upper class.Kevill cannot escape from this environment. He can only protect Sith to the greatest extent, but he cannot be foolproof.

"People you know?"

As soon as Sith asked this, he saw a familiar figure walking towards this side, and looking back, Keweier had already walked towards a group of people.

"Little sheep shouldn't come to this kind of Shura field, why did the boss think of bringing you here?"

Leo's tuxedo was dark blue, and he saw Sith and Kavier from a long distance, so he came over to say hello.

"Leo? Why are you here?"

"I'm also the young master of the Fuen family, so of course I'm here."

Leo curled his lips. He didn't like such an occasion, but Zhuo Ke's status required him to attend. There was no reason why the Jin family's son should not come.So, all his sentries came, how could Leo, who was the guide, not come.If he doesn't come, I don't know what blind people will approach Zhuoke.

"Both Zhuo Ke and Alec are here, they should be on the boss's side now."

Alec is the legitimate son of the Heine family, so logically he should be there too.But since the two of them are sentinels with exclusive guides, there are relatively few people who think of them.

"I advise you to get rid of the boss quickly. He is just a butterfly. If he doesn't cause trouble, others will provoke him. It's very troublesome."

Leo shook his head, picked up a pastry and put it in his mouth.

"Do...do it?"

Sith didn't expect Leo to speak so freely on this occasion, he choked and was taken aback.

"That's right, your mental strength is strong, the boss can't refuse, if you are compatible with him, you can succeed."

Leo was eating pastries, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a few people who wanted to come over and greet Sith. His eyes were very cold, and he threw a sniper at them to scare them away.After finishing all this, he chatted with Sith on his own.

His reputation is very extreme. Some people say that Leo is approachable, and some people say that Leo is cruel. Anyway, he has been in the upper class for a long time, and he knows what to hand over and what not to hand over.Those people can't beat him, but they won't lose to Sith, so it's better to be careful.

After a while, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and then, two beams of light pierced the darkness and shrouded from above, one hit Vivienne and the other shrouded Keweier.

It was pitch black, and there were only those two people left in the world.

Kevill put down the goblet in his hand, the smile on his face faded slightly.

Vivienne stood on the stage with a dazzling crown on her head. She walked down step by step, holding the hem of her skirt with her fingers, like a blooming flower, elegant and alluring.With a smile on her face, she walked in front of Keweier step by step, and the two beams of light finally merged into one beam, completely enveloping the two of them.

Vivienne's pleasant voice sounded, and she stretched out her jade-like palm to Keweier, smiling like a flower.

"Dear Sentinel, can you please dance with me?"

Today, the lucky sentinel chosen by Her Royal Highness is Kevier.

Sith turned his head away, staring at the exquisite pastries on the table in a daze, even though he didn't want to in the darkness, his ears were still sensitive to catch all the sounds he didn't want to hear.

He heard Kervell say, "My pleasure."

The short four words made Sith feel that the scent of the pastry became bitter.

It was the guide's natural emotion, which could grow infinitely and overwhelm people without thinking about it. Sith's heart ached, and his fingertips trembled slightly, icy cold.

I really want to smash this hall...

When Keweier took Vivienne's palm, when Vivienne took a step forward and approached Keweier, when Keweier's palm rested on Vivienne's waist, when the music played only for the two of them sounded Then... Sith took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to Keweier again.

They are all coerced people, so they can't blame each other.

That dance was short, but extremely long, for everyone present.

Vivienne's skirt bloomed with the rotation, and her hair bloomed like waves with dark golden splashes. Their footsteps matched very well. Keweier always took care of Vivienne's steps, even in the current situation .In the past, she always thought that one day, she would dance with her prince in the ballroom where everyone was looking forward to, and the lights would pour down like silver flakes, and the man would gently hold her fingertips and say to her: My pleasure.

But that dance at that time was different from what she had imagined.

The prince was as gentle and elegant as she had imagined in her dream. He had an enviable handsome face, a gentle voice that could melt all the ice in her heart, and her dancing posture and steps were exactly as she had imagined, but she ignored one fact.

That man was a prince...not her prince.Because there was nothing that could be called love in the eyes that Kvell looked into her.

Keweier's smile never reached his eyes, he was smiling on the face, but his heart was already cold.

Vivienne has never felt that she and Keweier are so estranged as they are now, as if a barrier has been erected between them, which will never be crossed. Her Royal Highness looked at the Jones family crest on Keweier's chest, and the Captain's That one slowly overlapped.

Keweier stopped in a daze, and Vivian heard everyone around applauding, and the hall lit up instantly.After the music disappeared, Kevill stepped back, saluted her as usual, and said in a low voice as he passed her.

"It's not an example."

The sound was like the ice-cold water of the starry river in the capital, sweeping through the drifting ice and rushing towards the north. Vivienne's body shook slightly, and she finally stopped, her eyes were a little dull.

When she raised her head again, she saw Kevill standing beside Sith, talking to him for some unknown reason.

why?You still refuse to give up on him.

Even if you get hurt, you still have to go back.

But I won't give up on you either, Kevier.

The dance was still going on, Kevill returned to Sith, he hid the uneasiness in his heart very well, before he said anything, he heard Sith speak first.

"Dancing very well, he really is the man who monopolizes the focus of the audience."

Sith smiled, and he pretended not to care.

"I'm sorry," Kevel said suddenly.

Sith didn't want to hear Keweier say sorry, it wasn't something he could control, why should he blame himself?

"Don't apologize, come, have a snack."

Sith picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it directly into Keweier's mouth. He was giving Keweier time...and giving himself time to calm down.

Kavier noticed the sudden gazes from around him, he held Sith's hand with one hand, and swallowed the pastry.

"It's an honor to dance with Her Royal Highness, isn't it?" Sith said with a smile.

Sith said these words with a smile, he tried his best not to care too much, but the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

As if its territory had been violated, the cat bristled its fur, invisibly threatening the unicorn to back away.

But he didn't want Kevil to worry.

Keweier looked at him for a long time, then suddenly held his hand and walked towards the windowsill side corridor.

The dance was still going on, and most of the people were already dancing, and Sith felt that it was not time to leave.He was pulled by Keweier all the way out, and when he reached the balcony, the corner of his clothes was blown up by the night wind. He felt that Keweier's movements slowed down, as if he was hesitating.

Sith thought he would stop, but unfortunately, after a brief pause, Keweier walked even faster.

The starry night in the capital just entered autumn is slightly cool, but not so cold. In the night, the bright moon pours down the night light and casts a silver glow in the palace garden.Sith looked back and found that there was a step leading to the back garden on the side of the Kverna Hall.Looking from a distance, the main hall was brightly lit, and the man was walking in the dark garden in white clothes, his palms were very hot.

The path paved with marble goes straight forward, and there is a circular square in front of it. It is a flower field, and pink roses are in full bloom on the wooden fence corridor, which is the same at a glance.The roses infested by the moonlight bloomed in the night, and Esis could see the petals clearly with his eyesight. He looked at Kevill in front of him again, and faintly smiled.

Autumn in Capital Star is warm, and the roses have a long flowering period and have not yet withered.

When he reached the circular square, Kevill stopped. He turned around slowly, reached out and stroked Sith's hair lightly.

"Will it be bad for us to come out like this, they are all inside..." Sith hesitated.

"No one will pay attention to us."

These words were simply self-deception, but it seemed that what Keweier said was justified. Keweier looked at the roses around him, and said in a low tone, "This place is beautiful."

The moonlight shrouded the man's body, and it softened for a moment. Sith looked up at Keweier and nodded: "Unforgettable."

"My dear guide, would you like to dance with me?"

Keweier looked at Sith's eyebrows and eyes, because the guide was facing the moonlight, his eyelashes seemed to be stained with light.Those dark pupils reflected Keweier's figure and the bright moon. In that case, the bronzing family crest on his chest shone brightly.

The major general lifted Sith's fingertips, and he slowly knelt on one knee on the ground. After saying this with a smile, he gently kissed Sith's knuckles, and waited intently for his response.

"You always have to dance at a ball, right?" Kervill said with a smile.

"My pleasure."

Sith lowered his head slightly to look at Keweier, the autumn wind was cool, but the hands he held together were hot, he tilted his head in distress: "But I can't dance, I might step on you..."

Kevill stood up, stretched out his long arms and directly pulled Sith into his arms, and put his hands on the guide's waist.They are very close, but there is a distance between them because of the dancing posture. The two of them lead and lead each other, as if they are playing a game of chasing each other.

"I teach you."

Kevill lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Sith's ear.

"Put your hand here and get closer."

The scorching breath was scattered by the wind, and Sith's eyes were full of the pure white tone of Keweier's body. His hands moved slowly, trying to find the correct position that Keweier said.

"here?"

Sith felt that the postures of the two of them were similar to what he saw, and asked tentatively.

"Correct."

Keweier chuckled, his chest trembled, his deep voice had a different mood, Sith raised his head, and asked Keweier if he was okay.

"From now on, we will keep this distance, I will take you, just relax, it's very simple."

Keweier took a step forward, and Sith followed him back. The guide couldn't dance, so that step was a bit too big, and it was straight away.

The sentinel tightened his arms and brought the person back to the original distance.

"Take it easy."

That night, when the moon was shining and the roses were in full bloom, Sith and his sentry danced a dance that belonged to them alone. There was no music, no audience, just the two of them, and only two people were needed.

The unrecovered shortcomings are fulfilled in a dance of moonlight, wading through the endless river with the years, and engraved in the night wind of a certain year and month.

Behind the stone pillar in the distance, a figure stood there, and after a long time, a shadow passed over the corner of that person's white skirt.