The old man lost his memory again

The little prince stared at him blankly, the mask tilted to one side at some point, revealing half of his eyes and lips, which were slightly opened at this moment, and he didn't know whether it was because of fright or something else.

An Qihe glanced around, raised his chin to indicate a direction: "Little prince, please help me to bring the rope over there."

One second he was ferocious, and the next second his tone was flat as if he was throwing trash.

The little prince couldn't move his head very much, he subconsciously followed An Qihe's words and brought the rope.

An Qihe moved fast, tied it tightly, picked up another piece of cloth and stuffed it into the man's mouth, then threw it into the corner of the wall, covering most of it with a bamboo tube.

"Go on, what should we do next." The little prince stuck tightly behind An Qihe, grabbing the corner of his clothes.

"Otherwise, how about we go back home?"

An Qihe grabbed his hand: "Don't worry, before that, don't you have something to ask me?"

The little prince looked hesitant: "Are... are you here?"

He secretly glanced at the alley, which was in the darkest place, no matter how bright the flames were, it couldn't fully illuminate that place.

Occasionally, half a vague shadow can be cast, as if someone has been hiding there, not even moving.

Reminiscent of that person's abnormal behavior just now, the little prince hesitated all of a sudden.

If An Qihe really intends to talk here...

As soon as he frowned, his head sank.

An Qihe felt angry when he saw that he kept things in his heart and didn't reveal anything.

And finally realized what it was like for the little prince to be kept secret.

Then I remembered that two days ago, the two of them clearly said that they wanted to be together without hiding anything, but in the blink of an eye, the little prince himself...

An Qihe grinds his back molars, and his hands get stronger.

The little prince finally sensed the pain, he groaned and hurriedly fled two steps, put his hands on his head, and stared at An Qihe tearfully: "What are you doing!"

"Didn't the little prince see that I'm angry?"

"Angry? Why are you angry?"

From childhood to adulthood, only the little prince was angry. Everyone always smiled at him, and even showed expressions of pity.

Except for Brother Huang, he had never seen anyone angry.

The little prince looked at An Qihe in surprise, as if observing his anger.

An Qihe was stunned to be laughed at, and rushed forward to pluck the prince.

The little prince was made to scream, but he couldn't escape being held down by An Qihe, his hair was all messed up, his cheeks were pinched several times, and even his butt was slapped.

"An Qihe!" Suddenly a voice came, and a circle of men in black quickly stood around.

Before the little prince could react, An Qihe's face had changed. He immediately pulled him into his arms, and touched the sword around his waist with his other hand.

Among the crowd, one person shouted in a low voice: "An Qihe, it's me!"

"Who the hell are you?" What annoyed An Qihe the most was that strangers would mess with each other, and this situation was hostile at first glance, so he couldn't help but swear.

The man was sullen: "An Qihe, there's no need to act, thank you for drawing Prince An out, and we'll just leave it to us."

The man seemed to have expected that he would say this, and blocked the road as soon as he exited, and then, without waiting for An Qihe's rebuttal, he called out to me, and the surroundings suddenly surged like a sea tide, and they all raised their white knives in unison. The little prince cut it.

The little prince froze all over, and his body suddenly became cold.

An Qihe murmured inwardly that it was bad, but they actually did this dirty trick. His hands were quicker than his brain to react, and he drew out his sword, stabbing towards the source of the sound.

It was only then that An Qihe realized that he really liked this feeling in his bones.

"Ding", he knocked down the opposite knife, and An Qihe kicked it away.

In the frontal battle, An Qihe didn't need to use his brain, and his body would automatically mobilize, which is enough to show how rich the actual combat experience this body has.

Twist and kick head-on, and bring down another one.

At first I was a little nervous, afraid that I would not be able to protect the little prince.

Only when his blood was hot did he feel relieved. While paying attention to the movements around him, he protected the little prince well behind his back, his mind was running fast.

The person on the opposite side came prepared, and deliberately brought up this matter in front of the young prince, just to make the young prince misunderstand, and immediately started to do it after mentioning it, so as to prevent him from having a chance to defend himself.

It seems that their purpose is not to kill the little prince immediately.

An Qihe didn't just enjoy being with the little prince during these days in the mansion.

He knew exactly what he had to do if he wanted to wash off his identity as an assassin.

He also controlled it very carefully, did not reveal his identity at all, only said that he was promoted by a guard, and the new boy also arranged a servant's identity, and only stayed in the servant's room specially arranged for him, surrounded by the emperor's People, the eighth prince's people didn't know anything about it.

Cheng Feiliang was very strict with his subordinates, and An Qihe believed that he would not leak it.

The one who can really reveal his identity is either the Eighth Prince or Wen Lan.

It is impossible for the Eighth Prince to be around, so...

Is it Wen Lan?

An Qihe immediately said, "I want to see Mr. Wen!"

The person on the other side was obviously taken aback. The person who spoke earlier was completely hidden in the darkness, so that no one could see his appearance, let alone his expression.

He was only stunned for a short while, and then suddenly smiled: "An Qihe, are you insane? Who wants your grandfather to bring you here? What about your face?"

An Qihe hesitated, the man's words were full of disgust, and he didn't intend to treat Wen Lan as his master at all.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

But even if he guessed wrong, he still couldn't clear Wen Lan's suspicion.

An Qihe quickly regained his composure, and pinned the attacker behind him to the wall with his backhand.

At the end of the round, there were dead and wounded, and the rest were not as impulsive as they were at the beginning, holding their swords and tightly surrounding the two of them.

An Qihe raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, pulled off the mask on the young prince's face, and asked softly, "Little prince, is this what you've been struggling with?"

It's his fault too, as long as you think about it hard, you can figure it out.

His little prince never lied, he agreed to confess everything, how could he just keep silent about something?

It is absolutely impossible for the little prince to rely on him so much.

There is only one answer, the little prince has doubts about him.

Doubt is only about one thing.

Is An Qihe from there?

The little prince frowned, holding An Qihe's clothes tightly with his white fingertips, and raised his head pitifully, as if he was telling how entangled and unwilling he was to believe during this period of time.

An Qihe didn't know what to say, but he was glad in his heart that the little prince didn't completely listen to others, and tried to ask himself not long ago.

"Little prince, whether I recover my memory or not, I will never betray you." An Qihe immediately made a promise to calm the panic in the little prince's heart.

The little prince just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to say that I also believe in you, then he heard An Qihe continue: "As for the things you don't trust, we will settle the score later!"

The little prince: "..."

The little prince seemed to see himself being raped to a miserable end.

An Qihe was glad that the person he was wearing was a master, otherwise he would not have been defeated in front of so many people.

He gradually became more comfortable, and the crowd rushed forward, but he couldn't break through the line of defense at all.

The weapons rubbed against the fire, and the shadow of the sword flashed quickly on the wall, accompanied by bursts of fireworks exploding overhead, making it difficult to tell whether it was a phantom or real.

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp sword cutting through flesh and blood exploded.

All attacks stopped abruptly.

The moment someone hiding in the shadows was stabbed by An Qihe's sword, the attacker faded away like a tide, not willing to fight.

"Dala Bengba!" The little prince quickly ran towards the figure not far away, and a strong bloody smell rushed into his nostrils, stirring his stomach to churn.

The injured man was taken away by others.

After confirming the safety of the surrounding area, An Qihe let the little prince pass.

The smell rushed up suddenly, stronger than just now, the little prince was startled, tears rolled down first.

"You, are you injured?" The voice of the little prince was trembling, and he was sobbing anxiously, moving his hands on his body, afraid of touching the wound, and anxious to know who the blood on An Qihe's body belonged to.

An Qihe shook his head: "I'm fine, little prince, I stink."

The little prince shook his head desperately, seeing that An Qihe wanted to push himself away, he rushed over, crying and rubbing back and forth like a kitten that had to find a home with difficulty.

"No, it doesn't stink... You, you have a lot of blood on your body... Are you really not injured?"

An Qihe said that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, took out a letter from his cuff, pulled the fuse, and rushed to the sky like a firecracker.

This is a secret signal between him and Cheng Feiliang, if you open this, it will indicate their location, Cheng Feiliang will definitely come.

"Let's get out of here first." Cheng Feiliang will definitely follow the worm behind him, An Qihe can't expose the little prince here.

The little prince nodded, and obediently pulled An Qihe's finger.

An Qihe took the little prince over several walls, and finally sneaked into a house and led him into the bathhouse.

This is An Qihe Rang Cheng Feiliang's secret base, there are people living outside, it looks like an ordinary family, but everyone living here is the Imperial Guard.

He simply went to take a shower, and the little prince was put into the bucket separated by a screen.

The little prince was thinking about the blood stains on An Qihe's body, he could usually take a shower for an hour, but today he rushed out after washing twice in a hurry, before he had time to dry himself off, the wet water dripped down his hair.

The whole person walked staggeringly, like a milk cat that just learned to walk, his eyes were red, and he looked around in a panic.

I don't even know I forgot to put on my clothes.

An Qihe turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw white flesh swaying in front of his eyes, the young prince's delicate and clean cheeks were slightly flushed, and there seemed to be a pair of fluffy ears hanging down sadly on the top of his head.

Or the water vapor in the bathhouse is too heavy, the eyes of the little prince are foggy, as if he has been soaked in the water, he can't see clearly.

After much difficulty, he finally saw a familiar figure, and he immediately ran towards the Anqi River, before he had time to look at his feet, and then his feet were empty, and he fell into the water.

An Qihe rushed over immediately, but before he could find a protective posture, the little prince bumped into him forehead to forehead.