What to do if your crush is the Earl

"Everyone stay here and don't be impatient." Martin came out to stabilize the situation as a last resort.With a smile on his face, he winked at the guard at the corner.

Several personal guards slowly moved to the gate knowingly, and closed the exit gate.

"What is the meaning of this, Lord Earl?" Someone became dissatisfied after noticing, "Are you doubting us?"

"Tonight's matter is very important, everyone should cooperate first. I will go to see the situation and make a decision later."

Martin perfunctoryly smiled for a while, then walked towards the back door calmly.

The garden in the inner courtyard was in a mess, blood dripping on the floor, it was shocking to see.

Turning around an old tree, I saw some people gathered together, and there were two people crawling on the ground in the middle.

Martin quickened his pace: "Oman!"

His heart was beating like thunder, and Oman couldn't do anything wrong out of emotion and reason.Yu Qing, he is an important friend he cares about; Yu Li, if the only heir to the empire suffers from mishaps, the empire will definitely be cleaned up in a bloody storm.

But he pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, only to find that the one lying on the ground was not Breman.

"Antoine?!"

People have fallen into a semi-comatose state, so naturally they cannot respond to him.

Only then did His Royal Highness react. He raised his blood-stained face, his face became heavy and determined: "Odin, no one at the banquet can leave, including their entourage. Be sure to check them out."

"Don't worry, I've already done it." Martin squatted down, saw the doctor was treating the bloodless young man on the ground with emergency wound treatment, and asked, "What's going on?"

The expression on Briman's face was somewhat complicated: "He saved me."

He should have been shot.

It happened suddenly.

Antoine rushed over and pushed him into the grass, blocked the shot for him, blood gushed out like a column, and pulled off a piece of the assassin's clothes.

Fortunately, that kind of earthen gun can only hold two bullets, one shot missed, and the other shot was stopped by Antoine, which happened to save Breman's life.

He looked at Antoine who fell into a coma underground, and he didn't know what it was like.

Because he was worried that this young man would seduce Martin with his beautiful appearance, he asked him to come over, emptied him, and guarded against him, but he gave him advice sincerely, tactfully helped him entertain the guests, and finally helped him block a shot .

His Royal Highness finally felt the long-lost regret in his heart.

He thought, if Antoine could be saved and woke up, he would make it up to him.

How about taking him back to Fancheng?

This is a good idea.

The emergency hemostasis has been done, the stretcher has been brought over a long time ago, and the servants helped carry him up, Antoine's hand hangs down, and there is still a golden pocket watch in his hand, which Breman just said he would reward his.

The young man smiled happily at the time, and when he took the pocket watch, his light blue hair looked very gentle under the moonlight.

He stepped forward, put the pocket watch into the young man's palm, and pressed his hand on his chest.

"Please be safe." Bremen held Antoine's hand tightly, then let go, closed his eyes, and motioned for them to carry it away.

It had been more than an hour since the professional surgeon arrived, and the blood from the wound had basically stopped, staining countless bandages red.

It took two hours for the operation before Dr. Dussel came out.

"The bullet has caught a nerve," he said, "and it's just left in there."

"What about others?" His Royal Highness asked.

"There is nothing wrong now, wait for one night, if people can wake up, basically there will be no serious problems."

Bremen breathed a sigh of relief.

All the visiting guests were checked that night, but nothing was found.In desperation, he could only let him go temporarily.

Martin and Bremen were sitting in the corridor of the courtyard.

There is a grape trellis here, but the winter has dried up, and the moonlight shines brightly from the vigorous branches, and it is already deep in the night.

"To be honest, Oman, I'm glad you weren't the one who got shot," Martin said.

Breman forced a smile on his face: "Does this mean that I still have a place in your heart?"

"I don't know." Martin said, in this confused late night, some thoughts flowed in his heart, "Since so many people have left me one after another, I can't believe anything anymore. Sometimes I feel that I There is nothing in my heart... But for you, I do have something special."

Breman raised his drooping head, his gloomy eyes reflected the bright light of the moon.

"—you are my precious friend."

Bremen was stunned for a moment, and finally stretched out a hand to wrap around Martin's back: "Thank you. No matter what happens in the future... I hope our friendship will remain the same."

"It's natural."

……

Xiao Sheng stood on a high floor of the castle, close to the glass window, watching his master talk with Breman.

It was pitch black behind him, and the furniture was hidden in the hazy shadows that the light couldn't reach, which was vaguely scary.

Under the moonlight, his face was too pale and plain, looking a little cold and unkind.

An unknown coldness and coldness flashed across the long and narrow black eyes under the lens, but the flash was fleeting.

Antoine woke up the next day, but it was still a little difficult to move.

I can't get out of bed, I can't walk around, and I need someone to take care of my food and clothing.

"I'm troubling Your Highness." When he spoke, his lips were dry, pale and chapped.

Breman brought the tea beside the bed to him: "What do you say, you saved my life. Is my life not worth the money if I need some food and clothing from you?"

Bremen's ridicule made Antoine laugh, and he tore the wound with two laughs, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Breman supported him anxiously, and poured all the tea.

The young man regained his composure, his face paled.His light blue mid-length hair glowed beautifully in the sun, and he said in a soft tone: "Actually, Your Highness is a very good person."

Breman was very embarrassed by these words, and he didn't know whether he was blushing or not, so he forced his face and said stiffly: "Did you think I was bad before?"

"No." Antoine turned his head to look at the winter scenery outside the window, "I just think His Highness is too obsessed with one thing."

Bremen fell silent for a rare moment.

"I probably know why you can be Ethan's adviser."

"Ok?"

"Sensitive mind, sensitive to words, good looks."

What the hell is that last one.

"Is Your Highness making fun of me?"

"No, a compliment."

"I don't believe it." Antoine smiled slightly, and his beautiful facial features gave off a faint halo at this time.

Bremen admits that for a moment his heart felt so wrong that it seemed he missed a beat by counting the wrong seconds.

Guiltily, he looked away and found a magpie flying outside the window.

Spring is not far away.

For half a month, His Royal Highness Bremen and Antoine stayed together almost inseparable.

They talked about politics and local customs, and Breman was surprised to find that this young man with extraordinary knowledge and conversation, especially when he was with him, made people feel like a spring breeze, relaxed and happy.

Antoine's injury is almost healed, but the wound still hurts when he catches the cold.

Briman gently stroked the scar and surgical marks, eyes full of guilt: "It's a pity for such a beautiful body."

When Bremen said this, there was no abnormality in it.It's a pity that Antoine's next sentence made the whole room extremely hot:

"...Does Your Highness want to try?"

Briman paused, very suspicious that he had misunderstood what the other party meant.

However, the young man's light gray-brown eyes stared at him earnestly for a moment, and there was a light and just right smile on the whole magical and beautiful face, matched with the young man's half-open pajamas in the conservatory, the naked pale pink skin……

Bremen suddenly felt that his nose was a little hot.

He touched his nose subconsciously, and talked about it from left to right: "I'm going to see where Odin has gone."

Really lame reason.

But Antoine didn't stop him, and watched him go out with a smile.

Bremen went out the door, and finally felt that his feverish mind was cleared up a little. He felt that something was wrong with him, very wrong.

He knew better than anyone what that lustful impulse was.

But it can't be so straight, so fast, or when Odin is still by his side.

The thorough investigation of the gray channel in the North finally allowed Martin and the others to grasp the clues.

Someone followed the piece of fabric that Antoine pulled down, and compared it with each other, and found that it was only available in a cloth shop in Andrew Town, 20 miles away from the castle. From this, they followed the vine, asked around, and finally confirmed it. There are four young people in the town who are doing nothing and doing nothing.

Naturally, there is no shortage of torture experts around the adults. After some pressing, the young man was recruited.

"It seems that I cleaned up the Northland too shallowly." In the middle of the night, Martin stood in front of the bed, holding a tulip cup, his fingertips turned white. "That's why they are so arrogant and commit crimes under my nose."

"My lord," Xiao Sheng used the most respectful address this time, and gently put his arms around Martin's waist from behind, "It's a good thing you're fine in the end..."

The arm passed through the waist, and then clasped, Martin could feel Xiao Sheng trembling slightly.

"What's the matter?" He turned around slowly, a little surprised, not understanding why his statement just now provoked the little servant's reaction.

"You just said that it was you... me," Xiao Sheng lowered his head. "I'm very scared."

"...I can't imagine what would happen to me if you got hurt."

"……if……"

"Isn't it all right?" Martin smiled, raised his hand to cover the other's thin lips, and lightly teased Xiao Sheng's cheek by the way.

It is said to be teasing, but in fact it is better to describe, every curve of the face is gently drawn, lightly caressed, itchy, and a little palpitation.

The white fingers stayed on the edge of the pink lips, gently scratching the tiny fluff on the lips.

Xiao Sheng trembled slightly, but this time he was no longer shy, the room was dimly lit, he opened his mouth, sucked the peeled white finger in, and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Even Martin could no longer ignore the desire and request revealed in the black eyes.

"You are really..." The man smiled, hooked the other's waist and moved closer, the two kissed shallowly, and slowly moved towards the bed.

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