Moonlight Love Poem

As soon as I took a sip of the red wine, I was stopped by Archibald.

"Mr. Campbell, can you clink a glass with me?" He smiled and raised the glass in his hand. I didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so I simply clinked glasses with him and took another sip of wine.

"Is there anything else for His Highness Archibald?" I asked.

"No more, I wish you a good time." After he finished speaking politely, he turned and left.

I looked at his back, a little inexplicably.But it's a good thing he doesn't bother me, so I went back to the place with the glass, but I didn't see Brian.

"...Where did the person go?" I looked around strangely, but I didn't see Brian's figure. Instead, a boy I didn't know walked towards me. He had blond hair and facial features that looked familiar, but his eyes were timid. , as if he dared not look at me but must muster up the courage to face me squarely.

"Is there a problem?"

The boy whispered: "Your Excellency Adelaide was called away by a man with green hair. Your Excellency Adelaide even broke the cup."

Listening to this description, my heart skipped a beat, thinking of Brian's character, a bad premonition came to my mind.

"Thank you." I immediately wanted to go out to stop a violent accident, but the boy's voice suddenly became normal. He took several deep breaths and looked at me squarely: "Since Your Excellency the Duke has already engaged with the Second Prince. , can Lord Adelaide give it to me?"

What is he saying?I froze.

The hopeful light in the young man's eyes did not seem to be fake, his face seemed to light up at this moment, much better than the timid look just now.

I don't know why he thinks me and Brian are lovers, but I don't want to talk to him too much.

"Brian is not my property. If you want to pursue it, go for it. I can't give him to you like a thing. He has to say that I am willing."

After finishing speaking, I nodded to him, put the cup in my hand on the plate of the passing attendant, and hurried out.

I walked for a few minutes in the garden outside the temple before I heard a strange sound coming from a certain place.I turned around and walked in that direction. After walking a few steps, the scene inside made me pale with shock.

I saw that Brian was pressing Aivis on the lawn, and Brian was facing me. His glasses had fallen to the ground, his hair was a little messy, and the cuffs of his clothes were ripped off by Aiweisi.But his expression at the moment was callous, holding an uncorked bottle in his left hand, pinching Elvis' neck with his right hand, and pouring the potion into it.

"Brian!" I stopped him loudly, but he didn't respond, and continued his actions with a cold face.

I stepped forward quickly, snatched the bottle he was holding, and tore away his hand that was strangling Elvis' neck.

"Cough-cough--" Elvis coughed violently, Brian's expression was startled, and he only found my presence when he raised his head.Immediately afterwards, he got up from Elvis, stood up and straightened his neckline, wondering, "Why are you here?"

If I hadn't taken his weapon away with my own hands, I'm afraid looking at his current appearance, I would suspect that I was wrong.

"What did you feed him?" I pulled Elvis up from the ground and asked Brian with a cold face.

Brian paused when he straightened his cuffs, and he said calmly, "It's nothing, it's just ordinary water."

"What do you carry a bottle of water with you?" I still don't quite believe what he said.

Brian glanced at me, and he snorted, "Do you think he's dead now? Isn't he still panting?"

"Ansair, are you questioning me for him?"

I sighed with a headache, and turned to Elvis, "Are you okay?"

Elvis clutched his throat. There was a red pinch mark on his throat. It could be seen that Brian had really used a lot of force at that time, blinked his eyes, lowered his head and shook his head.His appearance reminds me of the scene when I saw him when I was a child.

I looked away and looked at Brian again. Brian was standing aside, and there was a mark on his chin. He covered his mouth with his hand, as if he had been knocked into it when he was beaten.The glasses on my face fell behind him, thinking of the scene of the two fighting, I sighed, walked over and bent down to pick up the glasses.

The lens of the glasses is broken, but the frame is intact, and when placed in the sun, it still has a bit of broken beauty.

I turned around and handed it to him, but when he reached out to pick it up, I stepped back and joked, "Is it steady? Do you want me to put it on for you?"

Brian glanced at me and closed his eyes.

"What?" I asked him.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "Aren't you going to help me put it on?"

Hearing this, I smiled helplessly: "I'm just joking with you, your lenses are broken and uncomfortable to wear, you should take them back and have them repaired, such an expensive thing is just gone."

I handed the thing to his hand, looked at the mark on his chin, and said softly, "Did I bite my tongue when I was beaten?"

Brian glanced at me quietly when he heard the words, then turned his eyes to the back of me, and smiled lightly at the position where Elvis was.

"You're so smart, Anse." As he said, he retracted his eyes and said softly, "Do you need me to open my mouth to let you see?"

"I'll hit you if you open your mouth." I asked him, "Why fight?"

"Violent beauty..." He snorted, as if recalling some bad memory, his face darkened, "It's nothing, I just don't like him, I can't control it."

I thought Brian was angry because Avis betrayed me, patted him on the shoulder, and looked at him disapprovingly: "That can't be like this, it's too much."

"Are you looking after me?" he whispered.

"Yeah, otherwise you might be able to come up with some kind of destruction potion next time. I don't believe that what you put in it is water." When I said this, I looked back at Elvis. He was silent and covered his mouth with his hands. neck.

Brian hummed lightly.

After educating this side well, I wanted to go back to see Elvis again, but his lowered head and his silent appearance began to make me a little worried.

"What the hell did you feed him?"

I looked back at Brian, Brian turned his wrist, and he said easily: "It's really nothing, it's just a failure, and it won't endanger life."

The failure of a potion genius...

I turned my head back to focus on Elvis, shaking him a little.

"Ansair, do you think he was angry because I betrayed you?" Elvis sneered, raised his head and stared coldly at Brian behind me, "You are such a gentle trap, and you still have it until now." Do you know why he is angry?"

I said calmly, "I haven't harmed anyone, I'm not a trap." There were footsteps behind me, and Brian walked over.

"Yes...that's right," Elvis smiled wryly. He put his hands down and shook his head. "You are not a trap. We are your prey willingly."

I frowned: "What do you mean?"

Tears welled up in Ives' eyes, and he trembled: "Brian likes you too, don't you know? I told him about your engagement, and he was so angry, because of me, he has no chance!"

These words were like a thunderbolt, my eyes widened in shock, and I could still see Elvis' mouth opening and closing, but I couldn't hear it at all.

"Oh." Brian's voice sounded, he came to me and looked at Elvis mockingly.

Seeing his reaction, my heartbeat slowly slowed down again, and a glimmer of hope rose in my heart.

"You're the only one who lost the chance, loser." His beautifully shaped lips opened and closed, but he didn't deny the first sentence Elvis said.The sound at this time was just to justify himself, like a winner looking down on the loser from above.

I took a few deep breaths, an unknown feeling occupied my mind, I pinched my palms, and walked out quickly.

"Look, he's gone." Elvis' mocking voice sounded.

"I'll follow, so you don't need to worry about it," Brian said. "You'd better go and see your neck, so you don't want to leave, Cranberry."

I didn't go far, and I couldn't help laughing when I heard his name.

Cranberry is a word we used to tease Elvis, because this guy is too hardworking and often has other people's hickeys on his neck, but he doesn't like others to mention it, so when he makes people angry, we will so called.

After laughing for a while, I immediately reacted and walked away with a sullen face.

But the heavy mind just now disappeared a lot, and was completely diluted by the word "Little Cranberry".

When I returned to the banquet hall again, the emperor had already led the crowd to see Archibald off. I walked to my brother Cyril and whispered, "His Royal Highness hasn't come back yet, is it about to start?"

There was this lingering worry on the elder brother's brows, and he shook his head: "Your Majesty directly ask His Highness the Third Prince to send His Highness Archibald farewell."

"This is too impolite." I said dissatisfied, and looked in the direction of the banquet hall, but there was no crown prince who suddenly appeared there and interrupted the farewell.

Instead, Brian walked in from the outside, followed by Elvis.

I immediately retracted my gaze, but I still couldn't dodge it in time. My gaze collided with Brian for a moment, and I saw him blink.

My brother watched Archibald's farewell scene intently, and didn't notice my movements. I was relieved, and recalled the sentence about the cranberries before, with a smile on the corner of my mouth.

Brian got closer and closer, and finally stood beside me. I silently moved towards my brother, and he also walked silently. Finally, I bumped into my brother, causing him to look back at me, and then saw me. Brian.

"...Good afternoon, Adelaide Court." My brother said so, and glanced at me.

Brian nodded lightly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Sirel."

I looked at my brother's complicated eyes, and a strange idea came to my heart.

Big brother, he wouldn't know that Brian likes me, right?

The author says:

Brian: Do you want to control me? (cheering)