The old man lost his memory again

The guard said that he would go to investigate again, An Qihe was in charge of protecting the young prince, so naturally he couldn't go with him and could only wait in the mansion.

Before the little prince woke up, An Qihe entered the servant's room.

The kidnapping of the little prince was due to the murder of a gangster on the way, the guards acted meticulously and did not let the news out, even the eighth prince was not aware of it.

During this period, Mr. Wen came a few times.

At first, the excuse was that the young prince is not in good health and should not go back to meet the guests, but this excuse cannot be used every time, so An Qihe let the young boy come in handy.

The little boy put on a black bamboo hat, replaced it with gorgeous silk, and put on the sachet that the little prince often used. His eyes lit up when he saw something to eat. From the appearance, he was really the same as the little prince.

When he was free, the young boy would help out with some chores in the servant's room.

When An Qihe arrived, several servants were gathering with the boy to choose vegetables.

The young man has grown some meat, he is diligent, he laughs at everyone, everyone likes him very much, and occasionally tell him something interesting, he laughs until his eyes are squinted into crescent moons, and he turns upside down happily.

Looking at this group of happy people, An Qihe couldn't help but think of the little prince with clean eyes.

The little prince is like a person made out of the most beautiful words in the world, clean and clear, clear and eye-catching, and worthy of the best love in the world.

But the little prince was hidden in this deep mansion, and he could only enjoy the little bit of happiness, watching the repeated scenery day after day.

An Qihe's heart felt sour and sweet.

How could he be so lucky that he could plunge into this mansion and knock on the door of the little prince's heart?

Of course, he should also present the most beautiful side of this world to the little prince as a gift in return.

Let the little prince play and run outside without any worries.

Chuntao came in style, breaking Qi Lerongrong in front of her eyes: "Mr. Wen is here to see you."

The young man suddenly stood up from the laughter, awkwardly grabbed the rough clothes on his body, his little face was flushed, and his eyes were even brighter.

"I...then, then I'll prepare, immediately, immediately!"

After the boy finished speaking, he hurried back to the house. He was already very skilled in doing this, but he still couldn't help his heart beating wildly.

He has done well enough to follow An Qihe's instructions, not to speak, and to keep a distance from Wen Lan, as long as he shows that he likes to eat.

Every time Wen Lan came over, the eighth prince would follow, and the eighth prince wished that the little prince would not disturb them, so it would be better for the young man not to talk, anyway, the two had endless topics to talk about.

After eating a meal, the Eighth Prince, who is a brother and sister, didn't notice anything wrong at all.

Teenagers can do whatever they want.

But the boy was still nervous.

Because every time, Wen Lan would cast her gentle and tender eyes on him from time to time.

However, that gaze was cold, scrutinizing, without substance, and like a pair of viper's vertical pupils, quenched with poison, staring at the prey.

The young man didn't know about Mr. Wenlan's visit, but only knew that An Qihe had entrusted him with the task of preventing Wenlan from discovering his identity, so he thought it was a sign that Wenlan suspected him, and he dared not tell others.

He took several deep breaths in the room before he opened the door and stepped out, followed Chuntao into the main hall.

There was already a person standing in the main hall. That person was tall and tall, with the appearance of Mr. Pianpian, with a gentle and gentle temperament, as if he couldn't start a fire with anyone.

"Keep Mr. Wen waiting for a long time." Chuntao said softly, leading the young man to him.

Wen Lan turned around, her eyes following the young man with unclear meaning.

He smiled softly: "Today the Eighth Prince is unable to come due to something, and only Cao Min is visiting, please forgive me."

It would have been better if the Eighth Prince was there, the Eighth Prince liked to attract Wen Lan's attention the most, wishing that there were only the two of them in the room, the young man would naturally be much more at ease.

But today I don't know what happened, Wen Lan was the only one who came.

The boy was beating drums in panic, and subconsciously wanted to grab Chuntao's sleeve.

Chuntao also knew that Mr. Wen had been in love with the little prince for a long time, and he would come to the door every seven days, and the rain never stopped.

Although the young prince seems to like An Qihe most now, in Chuntao's eyes, An Qihe is a dangerous person, not as safe as Wen Lan.

She naturally hoped that Wen Lan could be with the little prince, and she didn't want the young man to show his feet in front of Wen Lan, so she secretly warned the young man with her eyes, asking him to deal with it well.

Don't leave a bad impression on Wen Lan.

"The servant girl will leave first." After thinking this way, Chuntao quickly left the main hall.

The boy's palms were sweating nervously, and he wanted to follow him out.

But in the blink of an eye, An Qihe's gentle face flashed across his mind, thinking about why he was brought to the mansion to eat and drink.

Excusing himself, the boy successfully convinced himself.

Anyway, the Eighth Prince was not there, and he himself was very boring, and he didn't need to talk. After eating the snacks brought by Wen Lan, Wen Lan couldn't say anything more no matter how many excuses he had.

Now of course it's time to eat early and good morning, lest Wen Lan find out anything else.

Thinking of this, the young boy turned around and wanted to go back to the main seat to eat, but Wen Lan didn't let him do so.

"Your Majesty, stay here. The grassroots have a merciless request."

The boy paused, and thought inexplicably in his heart: Here we come...

"Say it." The young man stepped back half a step, bit the bullet and said in a low voice.

He said it was wind and cold to the outside world, so his voice would change, even if Wen Lan heard it, he wouldn't say anything.

Wen Lan cupped her hands and said, "My lord, since Cao Min first saw him, he has been attracted to him. The prince is kind-hearted, and he is no worse than Cao Min. He has kept Cao Min back and forth many times. Cao Min is very grateful."

"It's really embarrassing to say." Wen Lan paused, and then said again, "Caomin just got a kind of fruit wine not long ago, the wine tastes light and fruity, and I think the prince will like it, I wonder if the prince can drink it with Caomin A cup to repay the old friendship?"

He doesn't drink it!How can a sick person drink alcohol?

The young man racked his brains to think of an excuse for his refusal, but Wen Lan spoke again: "Cao Min once asked the doctor when he came here, and he said that this fruit wine can cause body heat, keep warm from cold, moderate drinking can also resist wind and cold, and patients can also drink it. .”

...Now, he has to drink this wine if he doesn't drink it.

Bite the scalp and nod, the young man felt that his neck was so hard that it was pressed down by an unknown hand in the void...

Wen Lan didn't care about this, seeing the young man nodded, the tenderness and sadness that had just been squeezed out because of the prince's hesitation immediately dissipated, he smiled instantly, and quickly brought out the fruit wine to the young man.

... The young man looked at the wine, at Wen Lan, at the wine, and at Wen Lan.

"Just one cup?" the boy asked.

"Just one cup!" Wen Lan looked at the boy very sincerely.

The boy looked at the big bowl of wine and muttered inwardly.

Does this rich family drink by the bowl?

Now that he has nodded, the young man can't regret it, his scalp is numb, and he is weighing whether he can wake up tomorrow morning after drinking it.

Wen Lan didn't urge her, but looked at the young man with earnest eyes, which made the young man's heart tremble, and he lifted the bowl to his lips, closed his eyes and gulped it down...

On the other side, the little prince also gradually woke up.

He slept very well this time, and his memory was much smoother.

The sun from outside shone into the room, and the sun shone not far from his hand. He subconsciously moved his fingertips to touch the warm backside, and there was always an illusion in his mind that seemed to be a world away when he regained his clarity.

The prince sank into the soft pillow and turned his head to look at the side of the bed.

Unexpectedly, he saw An Qihe sleeping beside his bed.

Probably because he hadn't closed his eyes for many days, An Qihe had two thick dark circles under his eyelids, and he lost a lot of weight.

The little prince instinctively raised his hand to touch An Qihe's face, but just two or three centimeters away, he suddenly stopped as if remembering something.

The little prince wanted to pinch his own face to see if all this was true.

If he opened his eyes again, he still saw the icy and wet world. He knelt on the ground and was forced to wipe his feet. His whole body was shaking, as if he was on the verge of death.

He was so frightened that his whole body was cold, and the chill that could not be dispelled hovered between the bones.

It was clear that it wasn't raining outside, but he still felt like he felt the vicious dampness, and his knees throbbed and ached.

"Hmm..." The little prince was startled, and flinched into the quilt in a panic, with tears covering his face without saying hello.

Immediately afterwards, the unexpected embrace tore apart the coldness.

An Qihe, who didn't know when he woke up, skillfully picked him up, put one hand in front of the little prince, and pressed the other hand against the bed board for support, sat down, and raised the little prince to the ground. Sitting in his arms.

Then he lifted the quilt and covered the two of them.

An Qihe's deep voice rolled to the side of his ears, and his breath sprayed on the sensitive skin behind his ears.

"Cold? Why didn't you call me?"

The little prince shed tears in embarrassment.

Seeing this situation, An Qihe probably guessed that the little prince was awake, and his heart ached as if a piece of flesh had been wiped off.

He hugged him even tighter, wrapped his body around him and whispered a promise-like sentence in his ear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, from now on, wherever the little prince is, I will be there, okay?"

The little prince was still afraid, after all he was recovering from a serious illness and was exhausted, the defensive measures he had put up against the outside world hadn't been removed, and the overwhelming love from An Qihe had only received three or four points.

An Qihe was not in a hurry, but patiently helped to cover the little prince's body.

After all, he had just woken up, and his whole body was soft and easy to touch. The little prince relaxed after being hugged for a while, and found a comfortable position to lie down halfway.

After about half a minute, I felt bored, closed my eyes and couldn't fall asleep, so I said timidly: "No... don't lie down."

After a pause, he seemed to smell something again, and wrinkled his nose: "Smelly."

The little prince's knee was still covered with medicinal herbs some time ago, but it was just removed two days ago, and the doctor said that it would take two days to wash it off, so the whole room smelled of that medicinal herb.

The little prince thought it stinks, so An Qihe said: "Then let's go take a bath, shall we?"

There is a hot spring in the mansion, which was chosen by the emperor himself, thinking that the little prince is in poor health, the hot spring is the most suitable for recuperation.

The hot water soaked through the limbs, the heat was dense, and the surroundings were hazy, which to a large extent calmed the young prince's mental state.

Accompanied by An Qihe, he went into the water and scrubbed him with soap horns.

The little prince sat on the stone steps, with a towel under his buttocks, and let Jun rub him. He has a very good temper.

An Qihe looked at him with distress and love, and leaned over to kiss him.

After the kiss, he realized something was wrong. He backed away a little, glanced down, and saw the little prince slowly turning red from his face to the base of his neck.