The old man lost his memory again

An Qihe's heart was soft, he hugged the little prince and kissed again and again.

The little prince was itchy from being kissed, pushing his shoulders with his little hands, and arching his head back and forth.

The young man walked to the door with the iced melon in his arms, and saw that the two were very close, his face blushed unexpectedly, and he hurriedly backed out.

Naturally, he didn't see it either, the little prince stared at the treetops not far away with his eyes open, but his eyes were blank.

He couldn't understand, if An Qihe really only used it, why such an intimate move would be done so easily.

An Qihe didn't notice the abnormality of the young prince, and supported the young prince to continue his recovery.

The little prince forced himself to look away, drooping the corners of his eyes to grab the pole.

Even after hearing such words, the little prince still couldn't let himself give up on An Qihe.

It was at the moment when he was shocked and furious that the little prince knew that he liked him so much.

He comforted himself, he didn't see An Qihe's face, maybe who was pretending.

But even if there was such a possibility, he couldn't say it in front of An Qihe.

Who else can I find?

The little prince frowned sadly.

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On the day before the fireworks show, An Qihe finally felt something was wrong from the little prince.

At first, it was just that the little prince called him less often, but the two of them were together every day, so in An Qihe's view, this was nothing more than a normal thing.

After all, he thinks that as long as the little prince looks at him, he can understand the meaning of the little prince.

After that, I found that the little prince's appetite became smaller, and he was not so active in eating.

Because of the health of the little prince, he usually eats less and more meals, and one meal and one bowl are almost enough, but the little prince only ate three meals a day for two consecutive days, and An Qihe was willing to eat snacks when he was fed, but Can't finish it every time.

People who have always squinted their eyes and smiled contentedly as long as they eat delicious food, but one day they are not so interested in food.

Only then did An Qihe realize later that the little prince probably had something to worry about.

After that, when he was scratching his mind and thinking about what to do for the little prince to make him feel better, he accidentally bumped into the little prince and the guards together.

The guards are the emperor's personal bodyguards. The two grew up together. They have superb martial arts since they were young. After discovering the little prince, the emperor has to guard and protect the little prince.

From another point of view, the two of them grew up together, and the young prince trusted him more than others.

The little prince didn't make it clear that he suspected An Qihe, but only said that he found spies in the mansion and asked the guards to be more careful.

When the guard saw the little prince, his eyes instantly softened, and he clenched his sword tightly without saying a word: "The subordinates will definitely guard the little prince carefully, and will not let them hurt the prince."

The little prince coughed lightly, and asked, "I asked you to investigate Wenlan earlier, did you find anything?"

The guard showed guilt: "Subordinates... didn't find anything unusual."

The little prince expected the same result, so he didn't blame him, and continued to ask: "Then the businesses under his hands are all right?"

The guard shook his head.

The eyes of the two met, and the little prince muttered in a low voice: "Brother Huang said, there is no such clean person as a businessman. It is impossible not to find a little problem in the business. He must have a problem!"

The guard didn't think about why the emperor wanted to tell him these things, he nodded: "Then the subordinate will go and investigate."

The little prince yawned, and felt sleepy again, nodded tearfully, ready to let the guards push him back to rest.

As soon as he raised his hand, a shadow fell on his body.

An Qihe gritted his teeth and laughed from behind: "The little prince is sleepy, let the subordinates come down and send the little prince back to rest."

Before the little prince could speak, the guard retreated with a wink.

The matter of the two of them is not a secret at all in the mansion, and with the connivance of the young prince, the guards will naturally not disturb the two of them getting along.

It's just that when he passed by An Qihe, he suddenly felt his sleeve being pulled a little.

The guard stopped, and first glanced at An Qihe inexplicably, thinking "What the hell did you do to offend the little prince again? Do you want your head?".

Then he looked at the little prince.

In an instant, two beams of eyes fell on him.

One bundle is confusion that dare not cross the line, and the other bundle is complicated and injured inquiries.

The little prince tried his best not to pay attention to An Qihe's gaze, but the words spun around his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

Instead, let the guards check to see if the boy still has parents.

Two nights ago, it was the young man's turn to serve him, and when the little prince was about to go to sleep, he heard the young man sitting at the door crying aggrievedly.

He thought of the young man who lost his memory, maybe he finally settled down, and he was at a loss for his own origin, right?

The guard nodded and waited for the little prince to let go before turning back.

He checked the history of everyone who entered the mansion, and only let them in after confirming that they were normal.

The boy was brought in by him purely because he couldn't find any valuable clues, and he couldn't see any signs of danger.

But there is another group of people in the mansion that he can't track down, they are the subordinates sent by the Eighth Prince.

Thinking about that villain, someone pretending to be the Eighth Prince sneaked in.

The guard jumped up lightly, and disappeared into the depths of the courtyard after three or two strokes.

The little prince withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to play with his sleeves.

An Qihe was silent for a while, then said softly: "It's hot outside, should my little prince go back to the house?"

The little prince tightened his sleeves, he thought he would be questioned by An Qihe, but he didn't expect to hear this, he hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded his head gently.

An Qihe had complicated eyes, but he was considerate and didn't ask any questions, and pushed him into the room.

"My lord, I made you your favorite roasted sweet potato, try it, how does it taste?"

The little prince looked at An Qihe hesitantly, but saw that he was still the same as usual, as if the look in his eyes just now was just the little prince's illusion.

It seems that he did not find something?

The little prince frowned anxiously for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, An Qihe had skillfully peeled a sweet potato and handed it to the little prince: "Be careful it's hot."

He was hesitant, and reluctantly took a bite, his eyes were filled with tears immediately, An Qihe hurriedly brought a handkerchief to the little prince's lips, the little prince took a small mouthful, and a piece of hot sweet potato rolled into An Qihe's palm.

An Qihe didn't feel disgusted at all, wrapped the handkerchief on the table, and poured a cup of herbal tea for the little prince to drink.

After taking a few mouthfuls in a row, the hot mouth just eased up.

The little prince's eyes were red, and he looked very pitiful.

An Qihe learned his lesson, warmed up the sweet potato, dug a spoonful and handed it to the little prince.

However, even if it was his favorite food, the little prince didn't even finish a single one.

An Qihe finally couldn't help it, and frowned.

The little prince lowered his head almost to the ground.

Seeing this, An Qihe vaguely seemed to have finally noticed something.

He moved his thin lips, and stretched out a hand towards the little prince.

The little prince turned his back to him, showing the back of his pale neck.

Thin, lonely, and even weak, like a newborn cub, fragile.

"Click."

Just when An Qihe's fingertips were about to touch the young prince's neck, a voice came from outside the door.

"Small, my lord, is my lord still awake?"

The voice was a little strange, An Qihe frowned displeasedly, and withdrew his hand.

The little prince quickly raised his head, looked towards the door, and asked curiously, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"East Chef has just arrived with a batch of pigeons, and made a soup for the prince, and asked the prince to taste it."

The little prince subconsciously exchanged glances with An Qihe, and then let people in.

The person who opened the door was an inconspicuous servant, holding a bowl of pigeon soup firmly, the meaty aroma was strong, and it immediately rushed into the nostrils.

He bowed and stepped forward to put the pigeon soup on the table.

An Qihe looked at the man with a confused expression, and saw the little prince picking up a spoon to drink from the corner of his eye, and immediately stepped forward and asked: "I remember that the batch of pigeons raised by East Chef haven't been eaten yet, why did they come in again?" ?”

The servant immediately bowed his head and said, "It was sent by Mr. Wen."

The little prince paused and looked up at the next person.

The servant didn't understand what happened, but felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he tightened his neck quickly.

He asked timidly: "For example, if the prince doesn't want it, then the servant will tell Dong Chu not to accept Mr. Wen anymore..."

As soon as the words fell, An Qihe laughed and said: "You think too much, just ask more. Since it was sent by Mr. Wen, there is probably no problem. You can go down first."

The servant looked at the little prince hesitantly, and saw that there was nothing wrong with his face, so he nodded and retreated, and closed the door by the way.

As soon as the door was closed, An Qihe immediately took the spoon from the young prince's hand, scooped it up and smelled it.

The taste is not a big problem, but just to be on the safe side, that bowl of pigeon soup was fed to the potted plants.

After such an interruption, An Qihe couldn't ask what he wanted to ask earlier.

He simply tidied up the room and carried the little prince to the bed.

After the person fell asleep, he automatically withdrew and stood guard at the door.

After a sleepless night, the little prince didn't know when he really fell asleep, but when he woke up, it was broad daylight and An Qihe was not in the room.

He sat up from the bed, remained silent for a moment, and took out a green bamboo leaf from under the pillow—it was picked from the side bamboo when he was talking to the guard yesterday.

The little prince lowered his eyes and touched the still green leaves, stayed there for a moment, then seemed to make up his mind, picked them up, put them to his lips, and blew softly.

The voice is melodious, at first glance it sounds like a bird singing.

Not much movement, but enough.

From time to time, a figure appeared outside the window.

The little prince said: "Come in."

The man moved neatly, with a brace and a jump, and he fell without any movement.

He knelt down on one knee in front of the little prince and cupped his fist: "Little prince."

The little prince said indifferently: "Have you found anything?"

The subordinate's thin lips moved slightly, and told a story.

In the end, the little prince took a light breath.

The green leaves in his hand were smashed to pieces.

The subordinate asked: "If he really is An Qihe, what should he do?"

The little prince was silent for a long time, and said softly, "As usual."

The subordinate was in a rare embarrassment: "But the little prince is not to him... Fortunately, there is a turning point?"

The little prince was silent.

After a while, he turned his head to look at his subordinates.

The subordinate immediately lowered his head and understood: "Yes."

The little prince seemed to be tired again, he gathered the scattered bamboo leaves together, then stuffed them back under the pillow, and said lightly: "Get back."

The subordinate slowly got up and quickly disappeared into the room.

A moment later, he was that cold-eyed guard again, standing on the courtyard wall.