The old man lost his memory again

The guard burned charcoal in the room, and the hot air hit the bed, and An Qihe was sweating all over.

The guard glanced at An Qihe, then at the young prince, turned and went out without saying much.

The next second he heard a sound coming from the roof, An Qihe looked up, and hearing the sound, it was probably that the guards had thrown another layer of firewood.

Fortunately, Xia Yu came and went quickly.

The candle burst into a light flower, and the sound of the rain outside the house finally slowed down.

The little prince hummed lightly, and his tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

An Qihe's hanging heart finally fell, and he hugged his shoulders tightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The little prince regained his composure, his whole body was dripping with sweat, as if he had just been scooped out of the water.

The little prince's vision was blurred by the candlelight, and he couldn't even see An Qihe, who was close at hand.

When Chuntao entered the room with the freshly fried medicine, he came back to his senses, and quickly turned his head to look at Chuntao: "What did you bring?"

"My lord, are you awake?" Chun Tao looked surprised, "Is your lord still in pain?"

The little prince was still in pain, he didn't dare to use force on his legs, let alone move, his knee seemed to be pierced with needles, and if he moved a little, he would rub against the needles, the pain was dense.

But now that my legs and feet are warm, the pain has eased a lot.

"It's okay." Compared with before, it didn't hurt too much.

Chuntao breathed a sigh of relief, and brought the medicine over: "My maidservant went to fry the medicine, the prince should drink it while it's hot."

The little prince became anxious when he heard the words: "Don't! Don't drink the medicine!"

"No!" Chuntao's expression froze, "How can I get better if I don't drink the medicine?"

"It doesn't help even after drinking the medicine..." The little prince buried his head in An Qihe's arms and gave up on himself.

An Qihe's heart twitched when he heard this, and he couldn't help hugging him tightly.

He said with mixed feelings: "If the little prince wants to drink, the emperor will come back in a few days, and if he sees the little prince skinny like this, he has to punish the slaves."

The little prince stopped talking, and hummed softly.

An Qihe signaled Chuntao to bring the medicine, and patted the young prince's shoulder: "Drink the medicine, and the pain will stop."

The little prince sat in his arms, pinched his nose and took a small breath tentatively, immediately wrinkled his face bitterly, and asked in disgust, "Do you want to drink all of it?"

Chuntao quickly took out a few candies from her cuff: "Eat some candies and you won't be bitter."

"When summer comes, I'll make you popsicles. Do you want to eat them?"

Although the little prince doesn't know what a popsicle is, he knows that the strange names spit out from the mouth of Anqi River are very delicious.

He immediately salivated greedily, held the medicine bowl and squeezed his nose to dry it up, then huddled into a ball and trembled bitterly.

An Qihe quickly took the candy, quickly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the little prince's mouth.

The sweet syrup melted on the tip of the tongue and swallowed into the stomach along the movement of the throat, dissipating the bitterness, and part of it seemed to float into the heart.

For a moment, the little prince seemed unable to feel the pain in his leg.

I just want to stay forever in this reassuring warmth and sweetness.

After drinking the medicine, the pain in his leg didn't ease, but the little prince's face was much more relaxed.

After being comforted by An Qihe for a while, he actually fell asleep in the dense pain.

When I woke up, it was early in the morning.

The little prince closed his eyes and rubbed, feeling that today's pillow seemed a little hard.

He squeezed it with his hand, it felt good, and it was still warm.

The little prince suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a man's body.

He held his breath and listened to the "dongdong" heartbeat under his ears, and quickly closed his eyes.

An Qihe wanted to wait for the little prince to get up by himself, but the little prince found himself lying in An Qihe's arms and closed his eyes again.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he also wanted to continue to sleep with the little prince, but he thought about the young man, so he could only raise his voice, and said directly: "Little prince?"

The little prince groaned twice, as if he was still asleep.

"One"

When the little prince heard him start counting, he opened his mouth and yawned lazily.

The little prince slept well last night, and the swelling on the eyelids disappeared a lot, but because of his fair skin, the scratches on the corners of the eyes were particularly conspicuous.

An Qihe's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned over to kiss her lightly.

However, he did not let it go: "Two."

After the little prince yawned, he opened his eyes as if he had been woken up.

"three."

As soon as the words fell, An Qihe got up from the bed, and the little prince immediately groaned: "Cold..."

An Qihe played back the appearance of the quilt he had pulled seven or eight hundred times last night in his mind, and raised his eyebrows: "Then you don't want to go out and see the newcomer you saw yesterday?"

The little prince was about to jump up as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly tore off the quilt, but before he got up, his face paled in pain, and he fell back on the bed with a bang.

An Qihe quickly supported him: "Does your leg still hurt?"

The little prince nodded, took a breath, and trembled in pain, unable to speak.

An Qihe brought a blanket from the table next to him, and covered the little prince's legs: "You wait here for a while, I'll go get something."

The little prince was crying, and he didn't dare to move, so he hummed lightly.

Seeing that An Qihe burst into flames, he wished he could hang the man on his waist and carry it with him wherever he went.

He gritted his teeth, turned and ran out.

After the little prince fell asleep last night, An Qihe guided the guards to make a wooden wheelchair. With his skill, the work should be almost finished now.

An Qihe ran to the lower courtyard, and sure enough, he saw the guard standing at the root of the courtyard, with a wheelchair next to him, and it seemed that there was still a small point left unfinished.

The usual sword was thrown aside, and he rolled up his sleeves, staring at the wheels with sweat profusely, rubbing sandpaper seriously in his right hand.

An Qihe didn't know where the anxiety came from, he rushed to the guard and said, "How far is it?"

"Wait a little longer."

The guard was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Quick?"

Although there was only one word, An Qihe accurately captured his meaning: "Yes, the little prince wants to get out of bed to see the new boy."

The guard thought for a while, and then looked at An Qihe's crumpled clothes meaningfully: "After the matter is over, you can take the blame yourself."

An Qihe: "...What?"

Guard: "Sleeping on the same bed with the prince, disheveled, even if we want to protect you, at most we can save you from death..."

An Qihe was startled and asked quickly, "Then..."

Guard: "Enter the palace as an eunuch."

An Qihe: "..."

After a while, the guard said, "I'm joking."

An Qihe couldn't see any sign of joking on the blank face of the guards.

This guy is clearly trying to intimidate me! ! !

Fortunately, the guard had no intention of continuing to "joke" with An Qihe at all, so he quickly finished the rest and handed over the wheelchair to An Qihe.

An Qihe held the heavy wheelchair, and after checking that it was intact, he hurried back.

However, when he hurried back to the house.

inside the house,

There is no one.

An Qihe said that he was going to get something, but he didn't say anything, thinking it was something strange.

During these days, the little prince probably knew that An Qihe was indeed not an ordinary person, at least not in this small world he knew.

So the little prince was looking forward to what An Qihe was going to get.

Therefore, the anticipation has become urgent, and I can't help but want to see it in advance.

At first, the young prince could persuade himself to wait a while, but after waiting for a while, he couldn't hold back, and couldn't move, so he beat the bed angrily.

At this moment, a sound came from the roof, and the little prince raised his head, suddenly feeling a little flustered.

"Is it Dalabengba?" The little prince asked timidly, but the only reply was the whistling wind.

The little prince's heart was beating fast, and he fumbled to take out a dagger from under the pillow.

Two people suddenly jumped in from the window, the two suddenly stepped forward, and one of them took out a sack from behind.

The little prince only felt his eyes go dark, his whole body suddenly lost weight, and his body was also pierced with acupuncture points, so he couldn't move.

He was packed in a sack and carried on his shoulders. He was shaking up and down violently. When he touched the rain and moisture outside, his legs ached again.

One after another, like the tide of the sea.

The little prince was speechless, looking at the dotted sunlight, he kept praying in his heart for An Qihe to come over quickly.

Then the little prince was carried into the carriage, took off the sack and covered his eyes, and he didn't know where he was taken.

Then, the carriage stopped.

One jumped into the carriage, tied his hands, and untied the acupuncture points on his legs so that the little prince could move his legs.

The moment he lifted the curtain of the carriage, the cold wind hit his face, and the little prince was in pain so much that his head was sweating, but he didn't expect that they would push him off the carriage in the next second.

The man tied one end of the rope that bound the little prince's hands to the end of the carriage.

The little prince's legs were weak and he couldn't stand upright. He couldn't help but opened his mouth to plead with them, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Prince An, don't blame me. My master said that you have human life on your hands. If you want to live a good life, you have to pay a price."

The little prince was short of breath, and his head was also in a daze. He just felt that this person was speaking inexplicably.

What killed people?Why doesn't he know?

But they didn't give the young prince a chance to defend himself. After leaving this sentence, they jumped into the carriage without looking back, and lashed the horse's tail with a whip.

Immediately, a piercing pain came from the leg.

The little prince didn't dare to fall, but he couldn't run fast at all.

After running a few steps, he fell to the ground with a bang, his knee hit the stone, and he was pulled and rubbed again.

The pain became more severe, as if it was going to grind down the knee directly, and the veins on the little prince's forehead twitched, as if he was about to die.

Not far from the imperial city just now, two bloodstains appeared on the ground.

Blown away by the rainy wind.

The little prince was dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and for a moment it was as if someone had set off firecrackers next to his ears, crackling and clattering.

As time passed, the pain started to get worse.

Probably from running through a small pool of water, or the blood moistened the wound, the knees were wet, and every time they brushed, there were thousands of stones and sand buried up, some of which were densely packed sand, and some were extremely sharp stones .

After enduring one wave, there is a more tragic next wave waiting for him.

The little prince was terrified of the pain, he was already shaking like a sieve, struggling to raise his legs, weeping and panting, when he hit the stone, he almost bit his lower lip and scratched his palm.

At the beginning, the thoughts were still chaotic, but in the end, there was only one sentence left in my mind.

When will I die?