The old man lost his memory again

The young man panicked, he just wanted to drill a hole in place and stuff himself in.

Stuttering on the mouth, it took a while to say everything clearly.

An Qihe frowned halfway through hearing this: "You mean, he has already discovered you?"

The boy almost put his head on the ground, revealing his bloodless neck: "Yes...that's right, that's right."

An Qihe and the little prince looked at each other.

The little prince tugged at his sleeves, was silent for a moment, and comforted the young man: "Probably Mr. Wen is worried about me."

An Qihe immediately retorted: "If you are worried, just ask directly, why use wine to get him drunk?"

The little prince immediately wrinkled his face.

He wasn't angry because of An Qihe's suspicion, Wen Lan was always gentle and gentle, but he couldn't make the young prince not doubt him when he did such a thing.

It's just that he doubted it himself. If An Qihe said it so bluntly to outsiders, it would be a big deal if someone with a heart heard it.

What's more, in this mansion, there is no real confidant who belongs to the little prince.

An Qihe was keenly aware of the young prince's depressed mood, and turned to look at the young prince.

The young man seemed to be waiting for Ling Chi, stretching his whole body into a thin line nervously. If someone said something serious at this time, he might be crushed immediately.

"Little prince... what do you think?" An Qihe asked cautiously, his heart wrinkled and sour as if he had been caught.

He obviously misunderstood the young prince's attitude and didn't believe that Wen Lan would be that kind of person anymore.

But if he thinks about it again, there is no evidence for An Qihe's suspicion. At most, it can only mean that Wen Lan's subordinates committed crimes. He has not made any movement now, and with the support of the eighth prince, there is absolutely no way to move.

But An Qihe didn't want to think about it.

Whether it is the eighth prince or Wen Lan, as long as it is a seed that may harm the little prince, he will definitely uproot it.

The little prince thought for a while and said, "Send someone to follow him."

An Qihe's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately.

The little prince looked at the boy.

The boy immediately shook like a willow tree in a rainstorm, clinging to the floor, almost rubbing his whole body into it.

He couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, and the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, and finally said: "You, you just...you just follow me."

The boy raised his head sharply, his eyes widened in surprise.

no no no no no

Not dead?

An Qihe disagreed, fearing that the little prince would show affection with the young man, he would not let the young man go out instead of him.

He struggled to speak, but the little prince gave him a look as if feeling something.

An Qihe saw clearly the disgust in his eyes.

The heart seemed to have been punched hard.

The little prince was holding his breath, he didn't want An Qihe's help, he insisted on the boy come over and push him back to his room.

The young man looked up at An Qihe cautiously, and was afraid that the little prince would anger him, so he hurriedly pushed him away.

An Qihe watched the little prince and the others run away helplessly, and plucked his hair in worry.

What's the matter with this tm!

It's all Wen Lan's fault!

On the other side, the boy pushed the little prince away.

Not long after he arrived, he explored the way in the mansion, and walked to the dormitory familiarly.

After leaving the room, the little prince became visibly unhappy.

The young man didn't know what to do, he looked back three steps at a time.

I just hope that An Qihe will come over quickly.

No matter how much the little prince only cared about his own thoughts, he still felt something was wrong.

He frowned delicately and asked, "What's your name?"

"Back, back to the prince, slave, slave has no name."

"no name?"

The boy quickly explained.

He had lost his memory. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple. He lost all his memory, was injured on his head, and had little money on his body.

After he went to the doctor to heal himself, he also tried to do some help, but he couldn't carry it on his shoulders, and he was still young at that time, so no one wanted him.

Fortunately, I met a beggar who was a good person, so I just got by.

Then the beggar died, and he lived alone in a daze, and then he was taken to the mansion.

Listening to the young man's words, the little prince felt that he was also a poor man, so he couldn't help asking: "Is the mansion treating you well?"

When the young man heard this, he nodded his head without thinking: "Okay! Of course! I will never forget the great kindness of the prince!"

"Then...do you like him?"

The boy blushed immediately.

He stammered and explained that he only regarded An Qihe as a savior, and so did the young prince, and he had absolutely no wrong thoughts.

The little prince has no expression on his face, but in his heart...

Seems to be a little bit happier.

He also knew that his suspicion was unreasonable, but just now when he saw the boy looking back so nervously, he couldn't help but ask clearly.

He was afraid that An Qihe would find him a rival in love.

But soon, this tiny joy suddenly disappeared.

The little prince frowned and looked at the boy's room, and couldn't help thinking.

Did An Qihe take root in the boy's room?

Why don't you come out and coax him?

The young man saw the young prince's mood, and quickly volunteered: "I, slave, slave, go and call benefactor out!"

The little prince snorted angrily, but he didn't stop him from moving.

The young man ran to the door of the room in three steps at a time. Before he knocked on the door, he smelled a strange fragrance.

The aroma seemed to be a mixture of several kinds of flower aromas, and his head hurt again when he smelled it, and he vaguely felt that the aroma was very similar to the wine he drank yesterday.

A voice came from the room: "Come in."

The young man shook his head, didn't think any more, and pushed open the door, only to see An Qihe holding a medicine bag in his hand, his face sinking into ink.

Before An Qihe could speak, the boy subconsciously panicked.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that if An Qihe discovered the existence of the medicine bag, he might lose his current stable life.

The boy hurriedly said: "Then, that thing, it, it's not mine!"

There was frost in An Qihe's ebony black pupils, completely different from what he had just shown in front of the little prince.

With a seriousness that makes people shudder.

The boy's legs were trembling, and he was about to cry: "Really, it's really not me, and I don't know where it came from."

As he spoke, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly added: "This taste is very similar to the wine I drank yesterday!"

An Qihe just stared at him, observing whether this man was lying.

An Qihe was accurate in identifying people, the people under him could not fool him by lying.

After looking at it for a while, An Qihe finally withdrew his gaze, put the medicine bag into his sleeve, turned his head and asked, "Where is the little prince?"

"Yes, it's not far outside, let me come to you."

A smile flashed across An Qihe's eyes, and soon disappeared, as if he was impatient to do something, but before that, he had to keep his character and order something.

"Don't tell anyone about this, understand?"

The boy nodded quickly like pecking rice.

"Keep a distance from the little prince."

The last sentence is not a reminder, but a warning.

After finishing speaking, An Qihe walked out quickly, heading towards the little prince.

The young man was left alone, standing at the door, the wind blowing away the broken hair on his forehead, calming his heart that almost jumped out of his throat several times.

Then it was strange to realize it later.

Why do these two people treat him like a rival in love?

Does he have the potential to be a love rival?

Strange.

When An Qihe ran over, he saw that the little prince was still puffing out his cheeks, the corners of his eyes were a little flushed, his little face was flushed with a thin layer of sweat cloth, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he was leaning on the back of the chair, as if Going to sleep.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, and rubbed his eyes sleepily, An Qihe was afraid that he would rub the germs, so he hurriedly grabbed the little prince's hand.

The little prince stared sleepily, his little hands moved in the air, as if he had finished kneading.

An Qihe tried to reach out and pat the little prince on the back to lull him to sleep.

Fortunately, it was just the most basic petting, without any extra movements.

The little prince let out two humming and chirping sounds as if he was angry, and barely refused, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After putting the little prince back on the bed, An Qihe found the guards, repeated what the young man said just now, and ordered him to find someone to follow Wen Lan.

The guard asked, "Where is that boy now?"

According to common sense, if something like this happens, the boy must not stay for insurance.

But the little prince insisted on keeping him by his side, so it was not easy for them to disobey.

Furthermore.

"If Wenlan really has a different heart, there must be some purpose for keeping the young man in the mansion. If we keep him, maybe we can find a breakthrough from the young man."

The guard was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

An Qihe felt relieved, the guards belonged to the emperor, and they were all for the little prince's good, so An Qihe felt relieved when he entrusted the matter to him.

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but was stopped by the guard.

He turned his head and saw the guard take out a notebook from his cuff and hand it to An Qihe.

An Qihe took it over and took a look, it was the second volume of the serialized storybook that he read earlier.

The guard said: "My lord doesn't seem to be very happy today. I asked someone to hurry up and make up the end of both ends. You..."

An Qihe responded, and flashed in his mind the way the guard held the knife on the author's neck, staring at the author's draft, inexplicably feeling a little funny.

He quickly stuffed the script into his sleeve, and returned to the house as fast as he could.

After all, if he was really making a joke, the guard, a wolf cub who has always been ruthless and has the burden of an idol, probably wouldn't care about his old feelings.

The little prince slept very lightly this time, and in a daze, he felt as if his legs had been stuffed into a very warm place, and his sore and swollen legs were pinched and softened.

He seemed to have turned into dough on the chopping board, being kneaded, unable to move freely, yet extremely comfortable, making one feel as if he had fallen into the clouds.

He snorted a few times comfortably, An Qihe raised his hands to pull the broken hair on his face behind his ears.

The little prince subconsciously turned his head to meet his fingertips, his obedient and docile movements were like a small animal that has not yet grown all its teeth.

After a while, the little prince's consciousness also returned to the cage.

He slowly opened his eyelids, and saw An Qihe sitting at the end of the bed, pinching his legs skillfully with both hands.

The sunlight streamed into the room, outlining the gully of time on his body, and the surrounding was so quiet that time seemed to be frozen here.

The little prince's heart was suddenly filled with warmth, as if he was about to float up.

Clearly in the morning, he was still angry because of An Qihe's recklessness and regret for telling his plan.

But now he suddenly looked away, and felt that all this was not too important.

What's the use of regretting?Anyway, everyone is here.

It's no big deal if there's anything to be twitchy about, and it's no big deal if you express your dissatisfaction.

But in the morning, he still had an awkward fight with An Qihe, and he reconciled as soon as he woke up in the afternoon, which didn't seem so right.

The little prince frowned and thought for a while, a thought popped into his mind.

Without saying a word, he immediately frowned, and pretending not to care, he raised his leg and lightly kicked An Qihe a jio.

That kick was weak and didn't lift very high, An Qihe easily caught it, and looked at the little prince with joy.

The little prince didn't expect it to be so easy, he roared inwardly that he made a mistake, puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, and turned his head with a snort.

An Qihe quickly stuck to him, with a courteous expression on his face: "My lord, are you hungry? Does it hurt? Are you tired? Do you want to read the script?"

The little prince persisted for a while at first, but he shook his head resolutely, before he could turn his neck back, he heard An Qihe say that it was the book he wanted to read the finale.

This sentence was enough to make the "anger" that the little prince persisted for less than 3 minutes come to naught. He had no choice but to raise his noble head in a dignified manner, and his eyes were inseparably glued to the script.

"I... then... um... barely... still, still, let's see."