Moonlight Love Poem

Elvis stepped forward to catch the fainted Ansair, and the moment he hugged him, the wound stabbed by the sword was also affected. Elvis could feel the sharp pain and the warmth flowing out of the wound. hot blood.

But all of this was nothing compared to Ansair who was really leaning in his arms at this moment.Elvis stared greedily at the person in his arms. In the palm of his hand was Ansair's messy and smooth silver hair. Eyelashes of the same color drooped, showing a faint shadow under the light, without the intense tension just now. Aggressive, Ans looked very gentle at the moment.Elvis sighed contentedly, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

There was a look of sheer pleasure on his face.

"...Your goal has been achieved." Looking at the scene in front of him, Cyril took a step forward anxiously, he was a little uneasy, but at the same time, he couldn't hide his impatience, "It's time to give me that thing."

Elvis diverted his attention a little bit from the joy of gaining Ansair, and he looked at Cyril, taking a panoramic view of the anxiety and anxiety on his face.

There was a mocking smile in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he said calmly: "Of course, my things can be placed in my carriage. As long as you can help me bring Ansair to my carriage Come on, I can give you something."

Cyril frowned, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "But you didn't say that before? You said that you only need me to charm Ansair for you!"

However, Ives seemed to ignore his words directly. He held Ansair's hand affectionately, and his eyes were fixed on Ansair, as if he didn't want to leave for a second.Cyril understood that he had to do this, so he grabbed his palm fiercely and said unwillingly: "Okay, as long as I help you take him out, you have to give me the things."

Ives turned his head and agreed. He looked at Cyril with a very sincere tone: "Of course, if I don't give you something, how can I take Ans away completely? Of course you need to pretend. "

Cyril took a deep breath and realized that it was impossible for him to deceive himself at this moment.He walked around Elvis and picked up the sword that had fallen at their feet.There was still bright red blood stains on the tip of the sword. Cyril subconsciously looked at Ives' body and found the piece of cloth stained with blood. Aire.

Surprised by the intense love in his eyes, Cyril clenched the hilt of his sword and stood up.He hid the sword under the sofa, turned around and walked out, and asked the housekeeper who stayed outside to prepare the vehicle, he was going out for a while.After preparing all this, Cyril walked back to Ives' side, and he waited anxiously, fearing that he would be discovered in the next second.

Ives looked at him pacing back and forth, feeling a little amused in his heart: "Why are you so nervous? Since you were so scared, why did you agree in the first place? A cowardly person can't do great things."

Cyril's face froze, he stopped walking, and did not answer this question.

Elvis raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, he was tired of this familiar hypocrisy, especially when the hypocrite was Cyril, he even wished to wake Ansair up so that he could take a good look at his brother true colors.

The silence didn't last long. The butler came in to report that the things were ready, and Cyril hurried forward, blocking his gaze from inside: "Okay, you go out."

"Yes." The housekeeper retreated obediently, which made his tense nerves relax a little bit, and his heartbeat slowed down a lot.

"Let's go." He turned his head and signaled Elvis to follow, but Elvis shook his head, stared at him, and told him calmly to let him come over and help Ansair out.

"No way, I can't be found supporting him so intimately." Ivis smiled and watched him quietly, "Only you can, because everyone knows that he likes you, anyone can help him who is unconscious will be suspected, but if you support him, others will only think that Ansair is sleepy and wants to lean on you."

Cyril's face paled for a moment, and a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed him. He avoided Elvis' sight, walked forward quickly, and took Ansair.The moment he touched him, Cyril's hands curled up slightly, and finally held him firmly.

To his surprise, Ansair was not very heavy, just like the Miss Eliza he had helped.

After handing Ansair to him, Elvis walked out.The sound of gradually leaving footsteps woke him up, he pursed his lips, helped Ansair to follow out.

Archibald shook the wine glass in his hand, and the purple-red liquid in the glass looked very mysterious under the light.Staring at the light in the cup, he was a little lost in thought.His eyes were blank for a moment, he raised his head, stared at the direction outside the window, and said calmly: "Has that person come?"

The attendant behind him took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Not yet, but Korora is already guarding outside. As soon as he sees him, he will come over and report to you."

"Hmm." Archibald responded, raised his glass and took a sip, "You go out."

The servant left, and he was alone in the room.He took a few steps forward with his wine glass in hand, and walked to the window.Looking from the window, you can see men and women embracing in the courtyard, each with an ambiguous smile on their faces.Archibald's face paled, he looked at these people who were occupied by desire, and his heart was calm.

He has seen this kind of thing too much. At first, he was full of fear and disgust, but in the end, he was left with nothing but boredom. This kind of thing has completely faded out of his world.Uninteresting and ugly things have no meaning of existence, he looked away, and his eyes fell on the vase placed in the middle of the room.

A glowing white rose quietly stayed in the vase, its slender branches leaning helplessly against the side of the vase, its lonely appearance made him smile.He recalled that beautiful and quiet face in the snowy night in his mind, and a gentle and melodious melody slowly flowed out of his mouth. Following this melody, he could imagine that when Ansair found out that the person who betrayed him was actually Xi Riel's expression of pain and disbelief.

What an interesting thing, the person who looks gentle and harmless does not have any guilt when he does bad things, but the person who trusts his brother with all his heart suffers a heavy blow.When Ansair woke up, what kind of expression would he have?

It's really interesting to think about it, even more interesting than making a puppet of the man who abandoned his mother.

"I've already given him advice." He thought happily, and drank the wine in his glass.Just as he was putting the wine glass on the table, there was a knock on the door, and a charming female voice sounded.

"Your Excellency Field has arrived."

Cyril nervously returned to the living room, took a deep breath, and picked up the sword placed under the sofa.His eyes fell on the bloodstain on the front part, and he touched the sword with trembling fingers, trying to wipe the bloodstain clean.

"Your Excellency the Duke," the butler came in from the outside, and he told Cyril that Brian was outside and wanted to see him.

Cyril trembled when he touched the sword, the sharp point of the sword cut his finger, he hissed in pain, watching the blood emerge from his fingertip.The butler raised his head in doubt, and Cyril quickly put away his sword, subconsciously wanting to refuse Brian's visit.

However, the blade of the sword reflected his current face, and Cyril's heart skipped a beat, changing the words he wanted to say.

"Let him in." His voice was still his own, but according to Elvis, people would think he was Ansair.From the performance of the butler, it was also obvious that he really thought he was Ansair.

In this case, why not let Brian, who is most familiar with Ansair, come in, if he can be fooled... that would be the best.

Cyril pursed his lips, and sat on the sofa. He was trembling, his heart was beating wildly, as if he was about to jump out of his body in the next moment, and his hands were trembling slightly, in order not to let Brian who came in later find out , He grabbed his palm hard and clenched it tightly into a fist.

Brian walked in, his eyes stayed on the blood stains on the ground for a moment, and then fell on Ansair who was sitting on the sofa.He could see blood oozing from each other's fingers, but he didn't know why.

He walked over slowly and stood in front of the other party.

"What happened?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Could it be that you fought with those who spread rumors?"

He waited for Ansair to deny it, but the other party nodded and looked up at him with deep anxiety.

"Yes, I can't accept what they say... Do you think I'm not aristocratic?" Cyril tried to imitate Ansair's tone in his impression, he looked at Brian's handsome face, and still didn't like it. Dare to look into those deep eyes, so he lowered his head pretending to be guilty.

Brian paused when he wanted to reach out his hand to hug Ansair, and the anxiety that disappeared after seeing Ansair resurfaced, he withdrew his hand and said calmly: "Of course I don't think so ...let me see your hand."

The other party handed him his hand, and Brian glanced at him, and could see the excitement and joy that obviously did not belong to Ansair.

There was almost no need to test the next thing, Brian's heart sank, he pinched the opponent's hand and pinched the opponent's wound forcefully, and the blood came out quickly.

Cyril cried out in pain, he withdrew his hand, and heard Brian who was standing call out his name indifferently.

"Cyril, where did you hide Ansair?"

His eyes widened, and he raised his head in astonishment. He didn't understand why Brian had discovered his identity so easily. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, as if he was approaching the death knell.

The next second, the butler appeared at the door again, and he respectfully brought another message.

"Your Excellency the Duke, His Royal Highness the Second Prince is here to visit."