Moonlight Love Poem

The corridor soon came to an end, and Archibald, who was standing next to me, suddenly stopped, looked at me with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand as if to invite me in.

I hesitated for a moment, and walked in. After stepping on the steps, the goal was the tall statue standing in the middle. The sun shone in from the tall building on the roof, facing the statue, and the dim yellow surrounding the statue. But the candles made the whole church look even darker. There were neat people sitting on two neatly arranged rows of brown pews, and they were chanting strange languages ​​in low voices.Under the rendering of mysterious sentences, the murals depicting strange images give people a sense of mysterious oppression under the illumination of candlelight.

I stared at the statue, the handsome god stared down, with wavy long hair winding to his feet, and thorns full of flowers wrapped around his eyes, but his expression showed no pain, holding a broken sword in both hands , as if to give to the believers in front of you.

Archibald came in behind me, he put my shoulder lightly, and his broad figure enveloped me in the darkness.

"How is it?" His voice contained strange excitement, and he exhaled heat from his lips and tongue, "Ansair, how do you feel?"

I turned my head slightly to look at his face, and he smiled at me, his eyes burning.

Out of the corner of my eye, the believers sitting on the bench stood up and turned their faces away.

The ordinary-looking man put down the stick in his hand, and in front of him were two men kneeling on one side, the other with their eyes closed.One is dressed in the clothes of a servant in the palace, while the other has nothing on his body, his clothes are in the hands of the man.

Auston changed into the clothes that had been ripped off from the person in front of him. After putting on the clothes, the guards who were watching the wind outside the alley came in and carried the naked man out. Now only Auston was left in the alley. And the man kneeling in front of him.

After several days of observation, he did not rashly choose those servants who sneaked out of the palace. Their height and appearance were very different from his disguise. It happened that the palace sent people out to recruit new male servants these days. He chose a valued manservant to take his place.

This person is related to the chief steward of the palace, and he personally saw that this person was called the steward's uncle. If he used this identity, it would be much easier to get close to Ansair.

He helped the kneeling man up and sat down, and took out the potion bottle that he carried with him, which contained the things Brian had researched before.

Unable to follow Ans, Brian took time out of the palace to continue researching the potion. After learning that Auston was going to sneak into the palace instead of his attendant, he gave him the semi-finished product he had researched before and told him how to use the potion.

"After taking the potion, his memory will be confused for a period of time. You can instill a lie in him within a few minutes of taking the potion, and then the lie will become the truth he perceives."

The black hair of the person in front of him was slightly disheveled, and due to lack of sleep, a light blue color was left under his eyes.But even so, the faint arrogance and decent elegance on him still remained unchanged.

He frowned slightly, and said in a regretful tone: "But the potion won't last long, only five days. It would be best if Ans can be rescued within these five days, if not , you can fill him another bottle, there are many such failures."

Thinking of this, Alston came back to his senses, opened the potion, and poured it into the person in front of him.

While waiting for the other party to open his eyes, he stood up and handed the potion bottle to the guard outside.After turning around, the hand of the man who was knocked out by him began to curl up slightly, his brows were furrowed, his whole face moved, and it was obvious that he was about to wake up.

He bent down and helped the other person up. The moment the other person opened his eyes, he calmly said the words he had prepared, and claimed the false identity he had prepared.

"...Hiss, why are we here?" The other party touched the back of his head, and the pain caused him to withdraw his hand immediately, "Could it be that we were attacked?"

Auston, who attacked him, shook his head: "Uncle, I don't know. When I saw you, you were already lying here."

Hearing this, the other party quickly pushed him away, lowered his head to check the precious items on his body, and after some groping, he breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to pat his nephew's shoulder.

He habitually extended his hand to the opponent's shoulder, but found that he was lowered.As soon as doubts came to mind, he was interrupted by Auston.

"Uncle, when are we going to the palace?"

His thoughts were interrupted by these words, he turned his head and glanced at the sky, the already dim sky made his complexion change, he patted his nephew on the back hastily, and hurried out: "Hurry up, if it's too late I can’t enter the palace anymore, I just left you a good job, and it’s going to be snatched away by someone else when it’s too late... You must know that Barney likes to snatch things that I like the most, so I can’t be snatched away by him..."

Auston followed behind him, he caught a glimpse of the guards moving away from the corner of his eyes, and after making sure that no one else had noticed on the road, he turned his gaze back to the chief attendant who was complaining non-stop.

"Uncle, what kind of good job is it?" He said calmly, "Is there still a shortage of people around the queen? I heard that the queen is very kind to people and doesn't need to do heavy work."

The person walking in front of him stopped, turned around, and showed a smug smile: "The job I found for you is to be the servant of the queen, otherwise, what kind of good jobs do you think there are in the palace? I just Transferred Newman, who refused to listen to me, to another place, and now there is a shortage of people there!"

"I'm telling you, even if the queen is a bit fierce, you've made a lot of money. You may not see a beautiful person for hundreds of years..."

"However, it's better not to look at the queen's face, otherwise it will be difficult for you to find a woman in the future..."

As he spoke, he didn't get a response from his nephew, and gave him a strange look.

The other party was looking in the direction of the palace, as if distracted.

The feeling of being ignored made him go up and pat the other person on the shoulder angrily: "Did you hear that? Lenny?!"

Auston nodded: "I see."

What this person said just now reminded him of some past events.

Of course he knew that Ansair was very beautiful, and when he first saw this prestigious beauty in the empire, he was also in a daze.

Brother Huang once talked to him about Ansair in a previous letter. He said that he had a rose garden he planted in the suburbs, but every time he took Ansair there, the other party couldn't give him a smile. .

【I don't want him to smile at me, it's just a kind of unwillingness.Alston, but how can he smile at me? 】

[Perhaps smiling is just an impossible delusion, but he must be very beautiful when he is crying.It's a pity that all his emotions are not open to me. In order to bring some fun to my boring life, I can only make him angry. When he is angry, he is no longer a lifeless, cold and beautiful doll in front of me. ... No, don't take it to heart, he is not an important person, but I feel a little annoyed that he never smiles. 】

He is not a person who is completely ignorant of love. Although the emperor always denies his feelings for Ansair, it can still be seen from the lines that he cherishes this beauty.

He once wanted to remind the emperor brother to recognize his feelings, but when he saw Ansair, he couldn't take his eyes off him.Unknowingly caring about his every move, he smiled lightly, and gently held his hand with the white and slender fingertips stretched out towards him; those soft and happy eyes when happy, those eyes slightly twitching under the night Bright; the corners of his lips were slightly sad when he was lost, his face had recovered his composure, only those eyes were shining with sadness and uneasiness; The white and smooth neck, the lips that are about to touch and the loud heartbeat.

After regaining his composure, he could no longer get away from the falling moon. Even if he liked what he didn't know what to do, how could he give him up to the emperor when he humbly begged for the other party's sincere love? Brother?

He smiled wryly, restrained his heartbeat that was gradually accelerating, and followed the footsteps of the chief attendant.

My heart jumped suddenly, I turned my head and looked outside the church door.

Cyril with a pale face was walking over there, his hands were hanging limply on his sides, but it wasn't him that I wanted to look at. I turned my eyes away, and there was no one in the distance.

"What's going on?" Archibald's voice sounded, he reached out and gently stroked my hair, "What are you thinking?"

His voice brought me back to this mysterious and eerie church again. I lowered my eyes, calmed down the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat, took a step back, and walked out of his arms.

"It's nothing, I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to leave first."

However, Archibald restrained his smile, reached out and grabbed my arm, shook his head, and returned to a gentle look: "No, Ansair, you have already entered the church, then worship God Leave again."

I don't have a good impression of that statue, on the contrary, I still have some resistance to that beautiful statue.

...it's kind of like Archibald.

The thought hit me like a small stone on the forehead, and the chill that pervaded me made me even more resistant to Archibald's contact.I nodded perfunctorily, broke away from Archibald's hand, turned around and walked quickly towards the statue.

Walking all the way, the believers on both sides stood upright, watching my actions like lifeless puppets. A well-dressed priest walked in from the side door. He stopped on the left side of the statue with his eyes straight. stared at me.

Archibald followed and stood on my right.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in my heart, I bent down, closed my eyes, and was about to worship this idol, but my mind was empty, and I didn't know what kind of etiquette to do.

Archibald didn't know when he ran in front of me, his voice sounded in front of me, very gentle: "That's it, just pray like this, don't open your eyes when you get up."

Now that he said it, I stopped being entangled. I lowered my head and bowed to the statue, and raised my head with my eyes closed, trying to open them.

The soft and warm kiss fell on my eyelids, and it disappeared quickly.I opened my eyes suddenly, and saw Archibald standing in front of the statue.

He stood in front of the statue, half of his face was illuminated by the light falling from the top of his head, and the other half of his body was illuminated by the dim candlelight. His hands were behind his back, and my figure swayed under the candlelight in his deep purple pupils.

He smiled: "God will bless you, I promise."