What to do if your crush is the Earl

The moon dew is deep.

The hooting of owls is hidden in the cascading forest sea, the black forest is undulating in a little distance, and a half-round moon hangs brightly in the moon sky.

In the guest room of the palace, on the gorgeous big bed in the center, a sleeping man was tossing and turning, with thin sweat on his forehead.

——"Live well, Odin..."

"You have to be a gentle person."

"Listen to your father, he...will not abandon the last heir."

The man's bloody face was no longer as elegant and calm as before. The blood and sweat mixed with the gray soil made the formerly noble and incomparable face look very embarrassed, but he was still smiling, and slowly uttering that word could not make him feel ashamed. What people believe:

"I love you forever."

As soon as the words fell, fireworks roared from behind the man, and the body under his control was kicked hard under the trench, and the deafening roar covered the entire eardrum.

Martin awoke from a dream.

He was sweating profusely, panting heavily.

The night deepened the remnants of the illusion, and the roar of the dream was lingering in the ears again and again, and the body seemed to be covered with dust from the explosion.

Martin looked around and got lost for a while, and finally remembered where he was. He pressed his chest with one hand, moved a bit, and groped along the side of the bed. After a long time, he found a cup-shaped object, which he eagerly took. , drink up the water inside.

In the dream, Owen's face was no longer clear.

But the burning pain in the heart was not less.With a splitting headache, Martin stumbled up in the dark, found the wooden rack where the clothes were hung in the corner, found the medicine bottle in his inner pocket from his coat, poured out a few, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed slowly.

The bitter pills slowly melt in the throat, leaving a long-lasting dryness and numbness.

The throbbing temples finally gradually stopped.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the brilliance of the bright moon outside the window gradually brightened, illuminating the faces of the insomniacs and nightmares—pale and cold.

It is like a drowning person just climbing up from the bottom of the deepest pool, and like a living corpse that has been dead for 1 years just woke up from a dream.

Now, a strange smile gradually appeared on this pale face.

"Knock-knock--" There was a knock on the door suddenly, and he asked respectfully, "Sir, are you up yet?"

The night watchman usually stays in the small compartment outside the door all night, waiting for the orders of the adults, and when he hears something going on inside, he knocks on the door to inquire.

Martin covered his face, calmed down for a while, and said, "Come in."

The waiter gently opened the door, took a step forward and stood there, and asked, "What are your orders?"

"Go run the water, I want to take a bath."

"Yes."

The waiter didn't suspect him, so he summoned a night-watch maid to clean and drain the bathroom next door.

Martin sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at the moonlight reflected on the floor for a while.After a while, I got up and changed into a loose bathrobe, and went to the bathroom.

The little maid was testing the temperature of the water and placing champagne and bath soap. When she saw someone coming, she sweetly called out "My lord", then knelt and sat on the spot without moving.

Martin walked closer and took a closer look at the maid. She was born as pink and jade-like, as soft as water, and there was a touch of pink on the side of her lowered head and cheeks.

There was an interesting smile on his lips, dark waves of light flowed in his green eyes, he bent down, lifted the little maid's chin with an index finger, and asked softly: "Say, if I sleep with the maid of the palace, Oman Will you trouble me?"

The maid was forced to look directly into Martin's eyes. At first she was a little joyful and coquettish, but slowly, she didn't know what she saw. She finally began to fear and tremble. At first, it was her lips and teeth, and then spread to her shoulders. She suddenly thumped Kneeling down, burying his head deeply, prostrating on the ground, his voice trembling: "My... my lord..."

Martin laughed hehehe, and the empty bathroom room echoed the lingering laughter, which made the little maid's back tense, and the sweat mixed with the mist in the bathroom made her feel hotter and her thoughts were chaotic.

She almost imagined her final ending.

However, that laughter didn't last long, it stopped abruptly, and the man said coldly, "Go out."

"...Yes, my lord!" The maid came back to her senses as if she had been forgiven, quickly packed up the utensils and trays, and disappeared before Martin's eyes as fast as she could.

I don't know who sent the young man, but Martin wasn't interested either.

The only thing left in the bathroom is the lingering mist and the rich wine.

Martin stepped into the water, and the warm water flooded his body, making him feel soothed and lazy.

Nights like this are really lonely and empty.

Martin poured a glass of wine by himself, and the sound of trickling water flowing into the glass was exactly one third, and the rose-colored liquid could be seen at a glance at the bottom of the glass and the weird and deformed objects in the room.

Martin picked up the glass with one hand, touched the empty glass, took it, and drank down his throat.

Fine wine and moonlight are the most seductive.

Only the old man enters my dream from time to time.

Just like at this moment, the face that has passed away for many years still seems to be harassing in front of him, with his dignified smile, familiar arrogance, the ever-victorious general with golden arms and iron horses, and the outstanding eldest son of the Sade family.

Haven't you rested in peace after all these years, Owen.

Isn't it your wish to let me live in pain forever?

You are probably very happy.

See me like this now?

However, in the dim night, the owl hooted twice in the woods. In the cool air, no one answered Martin's question.

He laughed to himself.

The wine bottle is getting empty, the lonely person under the moon, it is rare to sleep peacefully at night, and there is nowhere to express my heart.

The author has something to say:

Why isn't Shengsheng here 〒_〒?

If it goes well, the next chapter will come out~(≧▽≦)/~Meme da!