The old man lost his memory again

An Qihe's heart instantly rose to his throat.

He shouldn't have left the little prince alone in the house!

Obviously just solved a surprise attack not long ago, and let one of them go, if he comes back...if he comes back...

An Qihe stood in the middle of the yard, his forehead hurting intermittently.

After the accident that day, the guards in the mansion were more vigilant than before, but even so, the little prince was still taken away.

The guard walked over with a cold face, his whole body stern: "The assassin committed suicide by poisoning himself."

Even though he didn't say much, An Qihe knew that the poison must have been brought in by the infiltrator.

"I asked, today is barn day, and the delivery man has been near the woodshed."

"That's him." An Qihe was covered in cold sweat, panting with a hint of happiness.

At least the ones left here are not corpses, which means that they didn't immediately want the little prince's life.

Then An Qihe became more flustered.

The little prince's body is so delicate and sickly, it will break if touched, so how can he suffer so much.

It is still raining outside now, how much pain and fear does the little prince have?

Even worse, An Qihe didn't even dare to think about it. He couldn't calm down, and grabbed the sword from the servant's waist, his hands were trembling imperceptibly, and his whole body fell into an invisible abyss, panicking Don't know what to do at all.

The suffocation surged up, An Qihe couldn't breathe, and his legs seemed to feel it too, and they started throbbing.

My mind was not sober, I just kept asking myself, why did he leave at that time?

Why did you leave the little prince alone in the house?

There was a buzzing in his ears, and he tightly closed his thin lips, fearing that his heart would jump out of his throat if he opened his mouth.

In the deathly silence, I don't know if it was an illusion, An Qihe vaguely heard a slight sob...

An Qihe's eyes widened and he held his breath, he tried hard to suppress his beating heart to regain consciousness, and concentrated all his energy to catch it, almost all his energy was pinned on that illusory sob.

The wait of a few seconds seemed to be longer than a century, and then, as if it had come to an end in the dark, clear whimpers came intermittently.

In the haystack!

An Qihe immediately stretched out his hand and waved away the haystack.

The people inside were startled and curled up even smaller.

When An Qihe saw the clothes, his heart turned cold again, but the other party was still crying, so he had to take a deep breath and asked, "Why are you here?"

The one hiding in the haystack was the boy he had stayed with two days ago.

The boy blushed from crying, and said intermittently: "I, I saw..."

In the next second, An Qihe grabbed his shoulders tightly, and it hurt him so much. Just as the boy was about to struggle, he saw the redness in the corners of An Qihe's eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to find his voice: "I, I saw two tall men walking with sacks, walked into the back of the little prince's house, and then came out with a sack on their shoulders Yes, I, I also heard them say..."

"what did they say?"

"Say, say you're going to the suburbs!"

What kind of place is that on the outskirts, there is no one around, it is a good place to throw the corpse!

Thinking of the frightened and bewildered look of the little prince, An Qihe felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle, and hurried to the stable to grab a horse and ran out.

Although it was his first time riding a horse, his body was already very proficient, except that he was a little unsteady at the beginning.

For the first time, An Qihe was glad that he was wearing an assassin instead of an ordinary person.

If it was an ordinary person, how could he protect his little prince?

But even now, he failed to protect the little prince.

An Qihe's face was tense, followed by guards on horseback. Not far from the city gate, they saw two bloodstains left on the ground.

He thought about something for a moment, and his heart stopped beating for a moment.

The closer you get, the stronger the bad feeling.

What these two streams of blood represent, both of them know very well.

An Qihe didn't even dare to move forward, for he was afraid of seeing things he didn't want to see.

"He's not dead." At this time, the guard spoke, as if he was very sure.

An Qihe thought for a moment that this was the guard's reassurance for him, but when he looked up at his firm expression, he couldn't say anything hurtful.

"Judging from the traces, the carriage is going straight. The speed is not fast, and it hasn't been long. It should catch up." After the guard finished speaking, he clamped his legs hard, and yelled "drive" and ran forward.

An Qihe hurriedly followed, looking for bloodstains and chasing forward.

Seeing more and more blood flowed, An Qihe's heart seemed to flow empty.

His little prince is still so young, he can't hold him as high as his chest, he hasn't fattened him, he hasn't healed his legs, and he hasn't confessed his love to him...

The cranky thoughts stopped abruptly.

In An Qihe's field of vision, he squeezed into an overturned carriage, and the end of the bloodstains ended with a body lying on the ground.

"Little prince!" An Qihe jumped off his horse and rushed forward, hugging him into his arms.

The little prince just let him hug him, but his consciousness was already confused, his tear-stained face was completely drained of blood, and even his lips were pale.

His eyes were wrapped in cloth and soaked with tears.

An Qihe took off the eye veil, the little prince was barely awake, his eyelashes trembling, his eyes were extremely empty.

Seeing that the little prince opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, An Qihe thought it was too weak to speak, and quickly said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The little prince shook his head vigorously, unable to speak in a hurry, tears flowed down silently again.

An Qihe panicked all of a sudden, and quickly raised his head to ask the guards for help.

The guard walked over, feeling chills all over his body, and his whole body was caught in the edge of anger that was about to explode. When he saw the little prince, his eyes immediately softened.

Glancing at the little prince, he raised his hand to unlock the acupuncture point in his throat.

An Qihe heard the weak and helpless voice of the little prince suppressed in his throat: "I...it hurts...I hurt..."

His heart skipped a beat again, and his nasal cavity was sore.

He subconsciously lowered his head and kissed the little prince's trembling hair that seemed to be in pain.

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry."

As soon as the words were finished, there was no need to wait any longer. He took off his coat and wrapped it around the scarred young prince, picked him up, and said to the guard: "I'll take the young prince back first."

The guard originally had this intention, and after An Qihe walked hundreds of meters with the little prince in his arms, he didn't want to restrain the anger all over him, so he drew out the sword at his waist and swung it into the air.

The air seemed to be disturbed and fluctuated, and the air waves spread out in all directions.

In an instant, the surrounding trees were cut down by the middle, and the air wave traveled several hundred meters straight before being stuck in the middle of the hard rock.

The bird screamed and flew up, and there was a mountain-shaking movement behind him, An Qihe seemed to have never heard it, looking at the little prince as if he wanted to drown someone.

Distress, sadness, self-blame, remorse, anger, gathered together in layers, intertwined and merged, and finally embedded in his heart like a thick and sticky black blood clot.

In the heart, the innocent, sick and sensitive little prince is tightly wrapped.

In this world, it is impossible for anyone to hurt his little prince anymore.

etc.

Never allow it!