The old man lost his memory again

An Qihe sighed: "From now on, I will stay far away from him, and the little prince will always keep an eye on my movements, is that okay?"

The little prince was awkward for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you really ask him to practice kissing?"

An Qihe couldn't help but laugh, and wiped his face and said firmly, "I only have you!"

After all, the quilt in his arms moved, the little prince struggled for a while, and said in a low voice, "Let me go, I can't find the seam!"

An Qihe hurriedly peeled off the quilt.

He stripped a little anxiously, and the little prince's hair was messed up.

Through the messy hair, the little prince saw An Qihe's anxious face.

That gentle and handsome face was covered with three or four strokes of flour.

It looks pathetic and funny.

The little prince let out a "puchi" laugh.

An Qihe raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, the red and swollen corners of his eyes were rubbed badly, and the skin was already a little torn, the little prince immediately cried out in pain.

An Qihe felt distressed: "Have you been crying for a long time?"

"No! I didn't cry!" The little prince covered his face with his hands in pain and embarrassment, "Who is this king, how could I cry for you, I..."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of hands forcefully pulled his hand down, and then held the little prince's head, and kissed it on the lips.

An Qihe didn't mean to be too attached, and quickly let go of him, gently touched the corners of his eyes, only feeling his heart trembling with pain.

The little prince was like a cat that had been soothed, nestling in his arms obediently, whining: "Then why are you here now?"

An Qihe smiled lightly: "Didn't you keep clamoring for fried chicken? I'll make it for you."

The little prince immediately looked at the table and pushed An Qihe: "I'm hungry, bring it to me!"

An Qihe naturally offered delicious food and drink, cut up the still warm fried chicken and handed it to the little prince.

It was the first time for the young prince to eat this food, he took a small bite at first, then his brows furrowed, and he didn't take a second bite for a long time.

"What's wrong? Is it too cold to eat?" An Qihe looked at it and asked quickly.

In ancient times, there were no materials needed in modern times, and the fried chicken produced was not as good as the ones eaten before.

But An Qihe is also very confident in his craftsmanship, although the taste is not right, it will not be too bad.

The little prince was still frowning, hesitating for a long time before taking the second bite, his brows still did not relax.

"Unappetizing?"

Although everyone's taste is different, some people like it and some people don't like it.

However, the little prince shook his head and said, "It seems...it's different from what this prince has eaten."

"Did you eat something different?"

The little prince nodded earnestly: "Just... the ones I've eaten are different."

"What's the difference? Does anyone else know how to do it?" An Qihe was really surprised. After all, he only knows that he has traveled through time. If someone else has made fried chicken, then he may also have traveled through modern times. that's it.

Maybe, An Qihe will be able to find the reason for his crossing!

However, the little prince puffed up his cheeks and remained silent for a long time, and finally he only spoke weakly: "I... just ate it in my dream."

"Dream..." An Qihe choked.

"The ones I made are indeed different from the ones I made before, because there is no complete marinade here, my little prince, is it delicious in my dream or the delicious one I made?"

The little prince thought for a while, and felt that he should be honest: "The one in the dream is better."

An Qihe: "..."

The little prince secretly glanced at his expression out of the corner of his eye, seeing An Qihe's displeased face.

Then he explained seriously: "It's really delicious, there are red ones..."

Before Yi Jiang could say anything, An Qihe interrupted him: "How did you do it in your dream? Does the little prince know?"

The little prince thought for a while, then shook his head silently.

"Small ones don't know, then the little prince can only eat the ones made by small ones."

The little prince: "..."

An Qihe was very happy, and continued to feed the little prince without stopping: "Of course, if the little prince keeps the little one by his side, maybe the little one will be able to make something better than the one in the little prince's dream in the future." Here comes the fried chicken."

"Better?" The little prince was so innocent that he couldn't hear the jealousy in his words, "Can it really be made more delicious?"

"I promise." An Qihe smiled gently at the little prince, "Do you still want to eat?"

"Eat!" The little prince happily took the fried chicken and ate happily.

The little prince was stretched after eating the fried chicken, clutching his stomach and feeling confused, his head involuntarily leaned on An Qihe's shoulder, his eyelids were clenched, and he almost fell asleep.

An Qihe brought a water basin to wait for the little prince to wash. The little prince was so soft that he was like a cat that has been touched comfortably, allowing An Qihe to move.

Finally, as soon as An Qihe removed his handkerchief, he spontaneously rolled into the inner side of the bed, not wanting to move comfortably.

"Delicious..." The little prince murmured in his dream.

"I just want to eat." An Qihe kissed the little prince's forehead quietly, and pushed his fragmented hair to the side.

It was very stuffy in the middle of the night, it seemed that it was going to rain, An Qihe got up to close the window, but the little prince suddenly frowned and curled up, with his hands on his knees, dripping with cold sweat.

An Qihe closed the window and came back. Seeing that the little prince was suffering so badly that his soul was about to fly away, he rushed out of the yard and shouted, "Chuntao? Chuntao?"

The guard rushed over at the first time, still holding the sword in his hand, the blade was covered in blood, and asked, "What's the matter?"

An Qihe panicked seeing him covered in blood, "Don't come here if you're covered in blood."

The guard put the sword back into its sheath: "I was interrogating that assassin just now."

Then he raised his hand and wiped his clothes: "Is it going to rain?"

"how……"

"The little prince suffers from leg pain, and it hurts when it rains." The guard turned around and ran to the woodshed as he spoke, seeming to be very skilled.

At this time, Chuntao also ran over with the ointment, and when she saw An Qihe, she said, "I saw the weather was good during the day, so I thought it wouldn't rain today. Follow the guards to get some firewood and rice. Remember, you have to do it." .”

The little prince's illness fell from his mother's womb.

When the first emperor was in power, because he hated the little prince's biological mother, he ignored him and missed the best time for treatment.

At that time, the emperor, who was still the prince, secretly helped him, risking being discovered, and secretly exchanged the little prince with a servant, and kept him in his palace.

After the late emperor passed away, the crown prince came to the throne, restored the status of the little prince, and recruited the world's genius doctors.

But after so many years of raising her in the palace, she couldn't raise her well, let alone the doctor outside the palace.

Time has passed, and the little prince has grown up gradually, but his illness still hasn't healed.

Later, the emperor and the foreign countries allied with each other and got a pot of ointment, which they said could suppress body cold and wet legs, and eradicate lesions.

But using this medicine is extremely risky, depending on the young prince's body, he may not be able to survive it, so he has not used any medicine, but always piles firewood and rice around to resist the moisture before it rains.

Seeing that the person who was usually alive and kicking and walking freely, when it rained, he was half dead in pain, his face was pale, and he couldn't even cry out.

An Qihe shuddered in distress.

"Chuntao, is there no cure for this disease?"

Chuntao wiped the hot ointment on the young prince's legs, and peeled off the young prince's clothes. Only then did An Qihe realize that even in the summer season, the young prince still wore several pairs of trousers.

Chuntao peeled layer after layer, just now she held her thin white leg and rubbed the cold ointment on it to warm it up.

"There is medicine, but it can't be used."

"Why can't it be used?" An Qihe walked over quickly, rarely flustered, "The little prince is in such severe pain, why don't you use it?"

Chuntao turned her head and glared at An Qihe: "Only you care about the little prince, don't we care?"

The corners of his eyes seemed to have been filled with tears for a long time, but he just kept holding back.

"The last time it rained, the little prince didn't feel so hurt. It's because of the mess you did for the little prince! The medicine was too strong for the little prince to apply directly, so we cooked every meal carefully, I only hope that the little prince will be raised well, and the little prince will not apply the medicine, but as soon as you come, the little prince refuses to eat the food we cook, isn't it your fault?!"

As if being shocked by an electric shock, An Qihe asked in shock, "Then, why didn't you tell me?"

Chuntao raised her hand to wipe away her tears with her sleeve, and replied with a sob in her voice, "This kind of thing is definitely not to be told to outsiders, and besides, we also thought that you would be kicked out of the house soon, the little prince always gets tired of eating , who knows..."

An Qihe was filled with guilt, remembering how happy the little prince was when he was eating, as if he had delivered poison to his mouth.

But think about it again.

Since there is a way to heal him, let's try to cure the little prince.

An Qihe woke up a little bit, looked down and saw the little prince with tears in his eyes and eyes open, and hurried over: "Prince, don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

The little prince lost his mind due to the pain, his vision was blurred, he heard the sound and didn't pay attention, but felt that someone was coming over, as if it could bring him warmth.

He was afraid that the warmth would be gone again, so he became more and more flustered, clutching An Qihe's sleeve and choking, "Da...Dala what..."

An electricity went through An Qihe's mind, and he was speechless for a while, remembering how he made up his name in such a nonsensical manner, but now it's not the time to correct it, so he raised his hand to hold it, and rubbed the little prince's knee for Guo Chuntao's work.

"I am here, my lord."

The little prince simply got into An Qihe's arms, trembling, and after a while, he whispered again: "I hurt..."

Seeing that the little prince was really uncomfortable, An Qihe's complexion became more and more grim, and the movements of his hands became more vigorous, but the little prince still kept saying that it hurts, and tried to shrink into An Qihe's arms.

When An Qihe touched the soles of his feet, it was as cold as ice.

He hurriedly took off his coat and jumped onto the bed, took the little prince and sat on him, took the quilt, and wrapped them both up.

At this time, the guard called Chuntao at the door, Chuntao hurriedly ran outside, and turned back when she reached the door.

"You are here to protect the little prince, and I will make medicine."

Not long after Chuntao went out, it started to rain.

The little prince had been crying for a long time, but now he couldn't even shed tears, hiding in An Qihe's arms and shivering.

Although he didn't speak, An Qihe seemed to feel it, and even his movements were extraordinarily gentle.

When the rain was loud, the little prince held his breath in pain, closed his eyes tightly, and held An Qihe's clothes tightly.

An Qihe's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly clenched the little prince's hand: "Don't hold back, okay? Breathe gently, gently..."