Moonlight Love Poem

The crown prince took me back to his palace, and the medical officer took out a potion to heal the wound on my neck.The crown prince was leaning against the window, with his arms folded, and looked out the window with a cold expression, his whole body exuded a hostility.

After the medical officer healed my wound, he took the medicine box and left. I sat stiffly on the crown prince's bed, seeing his face and not daring to call his name, and prepared to get up and leave quietly.

"Heh, where is Your Excellency Duke Rose going?" He sneered, and shifted his gaze to me, "You left the palace covered in blood, do you want to tell the public that a bloody incident happened in the palace?"

"...I will be careful." I pursed my lips, "Can you give me a cloak?"

The crown prince put down his hands and glanced at me coldly: "You can take a bath in the palace."

Seeing him arrange the waiters to prepare hot water, I was a little embarrassed, I lowered my head and didn't know what to say.

"... Can I not change my clothes?" I said.

"Who do you think I am?" he sneered, "or do you need Auston's clothes now?"

His cynicism made me a little annoyed. Thinking of Auston on the tower, I still endured it. I didn’t say anything. I turned my head and looked out of the window quietly, waiting for the waiter to prepare the water and clean up the blood. and left the palace.

Originally, I wanted to go into the tower to see the situation of Auston, but the soldiers stationed at the gate of the prison stopped me, saying that it was the order of the crown prince to prohibit Duke Rose from entering the tower.

I don't know why Aldridge guarded me like a thief, but I am very sensible and not like any dangerous person.However, he might simply dislike me. Thinking of this, I sighed, looked up at the highest level, and left the palace worriedly.

The moment I got into the carriage, I seemed to hear a dragon cry from the palace.

"Did you hear anything?" I asked the valet in front of me.

He shook his head blankly: "Nothing, Your Excellency, what happened?"

"Nothing." I said calmly, "Let's go."

Walking through the densely populated streets, the familiar scenery gradually came into my eyes, and there were more pedestrians on the road. The lively voices surrounded me. I felt relaxed and ready to go back and have a good rest.

"Ansair!" A sudden voice came from behind me, I looked through the window, Elvis was sitting in the carriage beside me, his familiar green hair was shaking, he was pushing towards me Waving his hands, his whole body was about to lean out of the window.

I stopped the carriage and watched him jump out of the car and walk to my window with a bunch of roses in his arms.

"I just picked it off," he smiled. "Are you going back to the Duke's Mansion? It just so happens that I haven't visited Brother Cyril for a long time. I'll go back with you!"

I lowered my eyes wearily, and said coldly: "Ivis, are you going to pretend that nothing happened?"

Aiweisi's smile that he had maintained for a second broke. He forced a smile, but his eyes began to look away uneasily, and his hands tightly held the rhizome of the bouquet. The whole figure seemed to have been suddenly exposed. The blood color suddenly disappeared.

"Yes, what happened?" He hesitated.

Seeing him like this, I felt exhausted for a while, the powerlessness overwhelmed me, and the little expectation I had for him disappeared. I closed my eyes and prepared to let the carriage continue driving.

"I won't accept it, you go back." I said softly, "In the future, don't come to see me again, if you still want to, go and apologize to Brian."

After finishing speaking, I ordered the driver to continue driving. As soon as the car took a step forward, Elvis dropped the bouquet suddenly and grabbed the window with both hands.

"Ansair..." Elvis' voice was very soft, his eyes were fixed on me, his eyes turned red, and his face was tense.

"You really don't want me?" His voice paused, his Adam's apple rolled, his green eyes were full of tears, and his voice was also pleading, "You said that as long as I give you roses, you will never be Will abandon me, you said."

He was in tears and looked very pitiful.

I don't want to communicate with Elvis anymore, I just looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Obviously I can forgive him as long as I admit my mistakes, but why have I not admitted it?In his heart, what kind of person am I?

Without my response, he lowered his eyes, moved his lips, and finally said nothing, and let go of my car window with both hands.

The carriage started to drive again, thinking back to Elvis' tears, my heart is not feeling well.

"Ansair!" Elvis' voice sounded again, I still couldn't hold back, stopped the carriage and looked out at him.

Ives stepped on the rose under his feet, his hands were naturally hanging by his sides, blood oozes from his lips, and his expression is quite cold.He raised his eyes coldly, with strong resentment in his eyes, and that emotion made my heart skip a beat.

"Ansair, I won't beg you anymore." There was still blood on his lips, but he raised his lips and laughed. His handsome face was filled with deep hatred at this time, and the strangle marks on his neck had become Qingzi, he said word by word, "If you don't give it to me, I'll get it myself."

"Dylan was right, I was born with betrayal in my blood."

"Ans!" His brother's voice sounded outside the door, and he knocked on the door lightly, "Are you unhappy?"

I sat on the chair and looked out the window blankly, the scene just now was still in my mind.

"Ans, come out and get some air, the flowers in the garden are blooming." My brother's gentle voice continued, but I seemed to be unable to even respond to him, and it was hard for me to breathe.

"Ans, I drew a portrait of you and secretly hid it in your drawer. Do you want to see it?" He stopped knocking on the door, and his gentle voice comforted me, like any time when I was a child He called my name in a soft tone, extremely gentle.

My eyes were sore, and I couldn't restrain the sadness in my heart. Warm liquid came out, and my vision became blurred. I lowered my head and wiped it away with my hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, brother, go to rest. I only……"

"Just what?" Brian's voice sounded abruptly, "Are you crying alone inside?"

I was taken aback, not knowing why Brian appeared at this time.

"Open the door." His voice was very cold. "Is the beauty of the empire hiding in the corner and crying like this? Is the empire falling, or is it because I am dead that you can't help it?"

Hearing these words, Cyril stared nervously at the door, not daring to look aside at all.He didn't know when the devil came over, but just as he was anxiously preparing to ask the housekeeper to get the key to open the door, Brian suddenly walked to his side and followed An Si's words.

I was so choked by him, I was in a complicated mood, wiped away the tears with my hands, and said coldly: "It's none of your business, Brian, don't talk nonsense."

Brian said calmly, his words were full of threats: "Do you think I don't have a potion to melt things in my hand?"

After a stalemate for a while, I compromised, stood up and walked over to open the door.

Brian outside the door was lowering his head. He was holding a potion bottle in his hand. His black hair was a little messy. When he saw me open the door, he looked up at me with deep green pupils, and smiled with the corners of his lips: "Finally I'm willing to come out." ? I thought you wanted to change the door."

"...Don't you want to change it for me?" I said powerlessly, turned to look at my brother, and smiled at him, "I'm fine, I'm just about to look at the portrait."

My brother nodded indiscriminately. The fact that he was next to Brian seemed to make him very nervous. After saying something casually, he hurriedly left me and ran to his room, as if he couldn't stay for a second.

"What's the matter?" I looked at his potion bottle, "Just to destroy my door with a potion?"

"In your heart, am I such a boring person, huh?" Brian snorted, "Stretch out your hand, this is my proudest achievement."

His expression was very relaxed, I couldn't figure out what he was trying to trick, so I handed him my hand suspiciously.

Brian poured a drop of the opened potion on the palm of my hand, then took my hand and covered my palm with his hand.I looked at the covered place nervously, not knowing what would happen inside, but after feeling it for a long time, the touch in my hand was still a drop of liquid, and there was no change.

I was a little surprised and wanted to pull out my hand to see what it was.But Brian held my hand tightly, saw my movement, and whispered to me not to move.

"Are you trying to destroy me?" His voice was low and reprimanded, and he looked at me quietly, "Are you sent by my opponent to hinder me?"

I was scared to move by what he said, so I had to maintain this posture quietly. In the end, I even wondered if the drop of potion had disappeared, but seeing Brian's serious expression, I still didn't say anything and contributed a lot. own hand.

"What's on your mind right now?" Brian asked suddenly.

My hands are a little sore, and to be honest, "It's a little annoying, you are not lying to me."

He then asked, "Aren't you feeling sad?"

"No, what does this have to do with sadness?" I looked up at him inexplicably, and when I looked up, he raised his eyebrows and let go of his hand.

"You ruined my experiment." He said, pushing his glasses, "This is the sad fruit potion that has just been researched. It can only grow when it absorbs people's sadness. Since you are not sad at all, why waste it?" My time?"

I finally came to my senses, looking at the smile on his brow, I was a little annoyed: "Isn't this a potion?"

Brian made a silent gesture and took a step back.

There are still traces of water on the palm of my hand, and even the traces of water have become a little warm because of holding each other for too long.

"Brian!" I exasperated, "Did you come here just to play with me?"

"No," he shook his head, leaned closer and whispered, "I want to hold your hand."

There was a smile in his voice, and his warm breath lingered in my ears, as if he was talking about love.