Moonlight Love Poem

In the end, the emperor was persuaded by the crown prince. The wedding between me and Auston was postponed, but he refused to back down on the marriage contract between the third prince and my brother. I tried my best to restrain my urge to leave everyone behind and insisted on finishing the ceremony. This discussion.

Brian followed the Duke of Adelaide and left. I stood in front of the palace gate and calmed down for a while, then turned around and boarded the carriage going back.I was very irritable along the way, and I didn't know how to tell my brother the bad news when I got back.

He used to be the fiancé of the crown prince, but now he is thrown to the crown prince's younger brother so casually by the emperor, isn't this a blatant insult?However, the emperor's order does not allow resistance...

While thinking, the carriage stopped, and I got out of the carriage, and what I saw was my brother who was sitting in the garden with a drawing board and drawing the scenery. He tied his hair behind his head, held a palette in his left hand, and a paintbrush in his right. , writing on the drawing board with a concentrated expression.

My pace slowed down, looking at such a peaceful picture, I didn't know how to talk to him about it for a while.But he found me first, put down the paintbrush in his hand, and stood up.

"Ans." He looked very happy, with a smile on his face, "The flowers are blooming so beautifully today, and the weather is also good."

I forced a smile, approached him, and saw the painting on his drawing board: from the rose bushes that have not yet been fully formed, the beauty of the finished rose can already be seen.

But when I told him about the engagement, would he still be able to finish the painting?I looked at the painting in silence, silently.

"What's wrong with you?" His voice became a little worried, I looked up at him, and an uneasy expression appeared on his face, "Do you not like this painting?"

How could I not like it?My throat seemed to be blocked for a moment, and my heart throbbed, and my voice was very low: "No, I like it very much."

He looked at me with wide blue eyes and waited silently for me to finish my sentence.

"...Your Majesty, he asked you to make an engagement with the third prince." The moment the words fell, I seemed to have thrown a stone on my heart. The boulder came up again.I lowered my eyes and waited quietly for my brother's reaction.

But unexpectedly, he didn't say anything, and even freed his hand to pat me on the shoulder, with a calm voice: "It's okay, I'm fine."

His behavior made me feel even more sad.

I took a deep breath, thinking it was because he didn't know about the third prince, so I told him all the things about the third prince and Miss Elisa, including when the third prince was accused of assassinating the emperor Still thinking about Miss Eliza.

"He likes Miss Elisa. Even if he marries you under His Majesty's persecution, he won't treat you well in the future." I was a little anxious, and knocked off the palette he put on the easel. It was dumped on the green grass, and some of the color was stained on my brother's trouser legs, looking very embarrassed.

The elder brother's face became a little melancholy, he lowered his head and looked at the ground, his voice was very low, and he even started to choke with sobs at the end: "But what can I do? Ans, I know you are very good to me, but there are some things I can't resist no matter what. Am I going to be annulled by the Third Prince again? I thought that even if I'm not as good as you, I'm still excellent."

He raised his head, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of tears.

As if being stabbed severely by a needle, my heart twitched, my mind went blank, and I could only watch my brother turn and leave blankly.

I have never had a memory of my mother, and my image of my mother comes from my brother. He will always give me a gentle smile and hug. Every time I am punished by my father, my brother will always comfort me and hold me in his arms.For me, he is my harbour.But when I finally grew up, I couldn't provide him with a little protection, I could only look at his back like this.

I pinched my palm, forced myself to calm down, bent down to pick up the palette that fell on the floor, put it back, and stared at the painting for a while until I felt that my mood was really true. After calming down, he chased in the direction his brother left and ran to his room.

"Knock knock—" I knocked lightly on the door without saying a word, and kept knocking until my brother couldn't take it anymore and came over to open the door for me.

After opening the door, he didn't look at me, turned around and continued to walk back to the desk, sat down, and buried his head in writing.

I pursed my lips and said in a low voice, "Brother..."

He paused while writing, and said softly, "What are you doing here?"

I looked at the drawing board in the corner of his room, and seeing that he didn't pay attention to me, I said casually, "I'll bring you the drawing board." As I said that, I walked towards the place where he put the drawing board, lifted it up and put it there. The drawing board was placed on the ground again, making the sound of something touching the ground, pretending to put it down.

The red cloth covering the drawing board slipped a little, and I lifted it up a little to see what the painting was about.

When the black hair appeared in front of me, I still thought it was a self-portrait of my brother, but when I saw those obviously different eyes, I was stunned, and I lifted the whole cloth, without any cover, this painting It suddenly appeared in front of me completely.

Smiling thin lips, long black curly hair, and deep, purple eyes.

Archibald Dana Sterling, the crown prince of the neighboring country who had just passed away not long ago.

My brother stood up abruptly, I moved a bit, and turned to look at him, he bit his lips tightly, his face was very pale, met my gaze, and lowered his head timidly.But when he lowered his head and saw the letter he had written, he opened the drawer in a panic and stuffed the letter into the drawer. He also knocked over the ink bottle on the table, half of his hand was stained with black ink .

His flustered performance quickly made me turn my attention to the letter he hid, and I walked forward quickly, wanting to open the drawer.

My brother grabbed me by the hand and begged in his voice, "No, please, Anse."

My voice reached my ears, and it sounded even a little cold.

"Who are you writing to? Is it the crown prince of a neighboring country?" He opened his eyes wide, trembling while grabbing my hand, and then grasped it even tighter, but his behavior clearly admitted what I said Content.

When did your brother finish this painting?Have any of his letters been mailed?Does the crown prince of the neighboring country know about this?Or is it that he deliberately induced this kind of thing... All kinds of horrible unknowns made me tremble all over. I lowered my eyes and watched my brother hold my hand, and the black ink seeped into my skin along the crevices of his fingers , The black ink makes the texture on the back of the hand more clear, and the white texture is slowly filled with black. Under such an atmosphere, this ordinary scene even looks terrifying.

I took a deep breath and pulled my hand out of his. During this process, the ink followed my movements and dragged a black mark on the back of my hand, crawling on my fingers, like Twisted black snake.

"Brother, have you ever sent it?" I looked at him fixedly, observing his expression.

The elder brother's eyelids were red, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "... yes."

"Don't you know that this kind of behavior is collaborating with the enemy?!" My heart fell to the bottom, and I wanted to restrain my anger, but in the end I couldn't suppress it. The word collaborating with the enemy was very sharp, and my brother took a few steps back after being stabbed , knocked down the book on the desk with both hands, and it smashed down heavily, as if hitting our hearts.

"No, no," he suddenly raised his head, his voice was messy, "No, Ans, I didn't say anything secret, I just talked to Archibald about some small things in life! It won't involve collaborating with the enemy!"

"But you are from the Campbell family!" I stared at him and said in a low voice, "Your identity is here. You say that what you wrote is just a trivial matter. Will anyone believe it? They will only regard these letters as your leaking empire. Confidential evidence, even if it is forged, they will try their best to send you to the gallows, and then pull down the Campbell family—"

My brother was stunned. He looked at me, as if he hadn't recovered, tears streaming down his eyes. He lowered his head and covered his eyes.

I took a deep look at him, and my heavy heart was about to overwhelm me. I was afraid that I would do something irrational or even hurtful if I stayed here any longer, so I quickly left the room and walked out of the Duke's mansion.I got into the carriage and told the coachman to drive me to the forest in the outskirts, then I closed my eyes.

The forest on the outskirts is more lush than the forest in the palace. The branches of the trees are intertwined, and the emerald green vines are wrapped around the trunks. In this cold winter, small white flowers bloom tremblingly. The leaves are greener.I stood under the tree, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, and it was shining on me.

The crisp birdsong sounded, and I took a deep breath, and my heavy heart was much relieved.

I took a few steps forward, planning to go back to my brother after I calmed down.

Familiar dragon language sounded in the distance, I raised my head in astonishment, and saw the ice-blue little dragon, it seemed to have seen me, turned the direction it was going to fly, and flew straight towards me.

I stretched out my hand to catch it, but the black mark on my left hand made me withdraw it again. Xue Yin didn't seem to understand the reason why I did this, so she threw herself into my arms and screamed. I smiled at it and used a clean Hold it with your right hand.

"Karimo." I greeted it, and got the same answer.

The sound of stepping on dead leaves came from the direction it flew over. I raised my head and saw the tall figure appearing opposite.The sun shone on Oston's body, making his eyes very clear. When he saw me, his indifferent face softened slightly, but he seemed to think of something suddenly, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were lowered, and his expression changed The child became grim.

I looked at him, watched him raise his eyes again, and walked towards me with his legs open.