Moonlight Love Poem

My elder brother finally received the emperor's order to attend the engagement banquet. When Brian came to see me, he told his cousin that he had also received such an order. He also received it and came to ask for my opinion.

"Do you think I should go or not?" He shook the letter in his hand with a smile on his face.

He came to ask for my consent in this way, as if I were his lover, which seemed like a bold temptation.

I pursed my lips, lowered my eyelashes, and was in a mess: "I can't imprison you."

Brian shoved the letter in front of me. The letter with royal wax was so conspicuous. He sighed and said softly: "If you want, then you can imprison me. You know exactly what I want. "

I looked up at him, and Brian bent his eyes slightly, and passed the letter into my hand.

Obviously I should refuse, but somehow, I pinched it. At this moment, Brian let go, straightened up and resumed his usual expression, and talked about other things.

"The Third Prince probably won't choose Cyril, but His Majesty may do something else. If you are worried, it's better not to let Cyril go." He changed the topic too quickly, and retreated with ease. The safety limit was exceeded, and I was completely denied the opportunity to continue the topic just now.

I squeezed the letter with complicated emotions, lowered my hand and hid it behind my back, sighed: "I think so too, Your Majesty recently... I don't want my brother to be married to the third prince by him. In the morning Ai Wes-"

The name gave me a pause, but Brian nonchalantly asked what was wrong with Avis, and I continued.

"Ivis' father asked His Majesty to marry Ivis and Elisa Cook, and the Duke of Cook also nodded and admitted that there was indeed an engagement." As I spoke, I recalled what happened in the morning, strangely He said, "Duke Silvermoon was standing next to me, didn't he tell you?"

Brian sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of black tea, took a sip slowly and said, "I never ask about things that have nothing to do with me, and my father will never tell me these things."

He looked up at me, raised his glass to me, and said with a smile, "Because you always take the initiative to tell me."

I don't know if it's because I still have the letter in my hand, but I feel like he's implying something even with his bland statement.

"...In short, that's how it is." I said dryly, "Miss Elisa and the third prince are in love with each other, and now they are so obviously separated, I always feel that there is something wrong."

Brian leaned back, folded his hands, and the mirror chain swayed slightly. The sun shone on the golden mirror chain, reflecting sharp light. Brian's things were just like himself, revealing an arrogance and elegance that no one else could get close to.

I stared at the golden light, and when the light disappeared, I saw Brian's eyelashes behind the lens, and his green eyes.Realizing that something was wrong, I retracted my gaze, and turned my attention to the bouquet on the table. The bouquet was the same as yesterday, except that there was a small bright yellow daisy on the edge of the bouquet, like a bird hiding in it. yellow butterfly.

But I don't remember having daisies in the garden, I don't have them in my garden.

Brian pondered for a while, but what he said was irrelevant: "Although I know it too, but with your sensitivity to these things..."

As he spoke, he stopped and raised his eyes to look at me.

"...I ran into it by chance before." Understanding what he meant, I explained, "Could it be that in your eyes, I am a piece of wood?"

"I hope you are." He said so, took another sip from his teacup, and said calmly, "In this way, you can take it home directly."

I blushed, and I didn't know why I turned here again. I felt at a loss for what to do with the hand hanging by my side. In the end, I could only hold it loosely and squeeze it into a fist.Feeling the warmth in the palm of my hand, I managed to calm down and said, "Brian, don't say such strange words."

"I'm just telling the truth." There was a joyful light in his eyes, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Even if you don't like to listen, you can't deprive me of the right to speak, Ans."

"I didn't intend to do this." I was a little helpless.

"From what I've learned so far," he said, "The Marquis of Field is obviously falling for Princess Marlene. Princess Marlene is not normal to the third prince. She is on the side of the third prince and wants to win some money for him." Something that doesn't belong to him."

"She can't control the third prince, so she has to collude with Dylan to get Elvis and Elisa to get engaged, and unilaterally let the third prince give up, so that she can go to the engagement banquet and get help from the wife's family." Bryan paused, "If this is the case, Cyril will not be in any risk. After all, you are the head of the Campbell family, and you are already the future second princess, a natural princeling."

Hearing his last two sentences, I glanced at him in surprise.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" He said lightly, "It's just a fact, not to mention a verbal engagement. I am very confident in my ability, and I hope you can also face up to my strength. Ans, I need Positive support, I hope you don't hit me."

I nodded subconsciously, and immediately froze after realizing what this ability referred to, not daring to look at his expression at the moment.

Brian's narrow chuckle sounded, he didn't say anything, he just tapped his fingers on the table, making a light tapping sound, like a deliberate silence.

After a while, he continued: "I just don't know why Your Majesty listened to Princess Marlene so much, I'm so dazed."

When I heard this sentence, I always felt a little familiar, but I couldn't remember when I heard it, so I raised my head and asked, "What?"

"Don't worry too much, Ans." He lowered his eyebrows and fiddled with the bouquet in the vase, and said casually, with smooth arcs extending from the end of his eyes, "...It seems that the time is almost here."

I watched him stand up, straightened his neckline, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Do you want me to stay?" Brian smiled softly, with some unknown emotion in his eyes.

I didn't know how to answer, the air was a little stagnant for a moment.

He didn't seem to want my answer either, he shook his head, his eyes stayed on my hand for a moment, and he patted my shoulder lightly: "No need to send it away, see you tomorrow."

Brian nodded slightly, and just passed me by.

Turning around and looking at his slender back, strange emotions surged in my chest, and I blurted out: "Brian!"

Brian stopped, turned his head to look at me, the sun shone behind him, his side face seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, he whispered: "Huh?"

Calling Brian seemed to be impulsive. I searched for words to say, tried hard to find suitable words, and finally said dryly: "...be careful on the road, see you tomorrow."

Brian lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes concealed the emotion in his eyes, seeing him like this, I stood there, not knowing what Brian was going to say, feeling uneasy.

"Really..." He closed his eyes, his throat was rolling, he walked forward quickly, and said hoarsely, "Give me your hand."

I stretched out my hand, and he caught it in his palm.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Brian took out a ring from his pocket and firmly put it on my middle finger. It was the same red ring I had seen before.

I didn't see this kind of thing in Brian's hand today, so he took it off and put it in his pocket?I stared blankly, thinking about it, suddenly realized something was wrong, looked up at Brian, a little startled: "What are you doing?!"

Wearing it on the middle finger represents engagement. Oston was imprisoned in the Tower Prison so this process was omitted, but shouldn't Brian wear it for me? !

"What do you think?" Brian pressed my finger, and the ring was pressed tightly by him. He stared at me intently, with a somewhat weak look in his eyes.

"I'm chasing you, but you always keep me but don't give me a reply." He said hoarsely, "What do you want me to do? Ansair, sometimes I really want to pour you a bottle of amnesia potion Go down, lock you at home directly, and only be my rose, so I won't be so uncomfortable."

"You—" I was a little dazed and wanted to refute.

"I'm just saying, I won't do this." He interrupted me, looked at me seriously, and suddenly covered my eyes with his hands.

My eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and the touch on my hand became very obvious. I couldn't figure out what Brian was going to do, so I called him loudly: "Brian!"

"Okay, Ans." Brian's voice sounded and faded, "Don't talk, and don't look at me."

"You obviously like me too, why don't you dare to say it?" He held my hand tightly and stopped talking.

The scene fell silent for a while, and after a while, Brian reached out and took off the ring I was wearing on my finger. His hair touched the back of my hand, and the warm touch of his lips stayed on my finger for a moment. Then let go of the hand covering my eyes.

"Anything to say?" Brian said.

He stared at me without blinking, as if locked on to his prey, I avoided his gaze, and my eyes fell on my hand: there, the indentation left by the ring was still clearly visible, and it could be seen that Brian used How much force was used.

"I'm really out of my head," he murmured, "Ansair."

I was shocked, and suddenly remembered why the previous sentence sounded familiar to me.

"I'm really dizzy." Brian's tired expression that day flashed back to my memory, and I only now understand the meaning contained in it, but the hidden affection inside is the same as it is now.

I seem to be a dull child, until now, I have a clear understanding of the love that Brian said, my heart beats faster, and in the end I even started to feel a little panicked.