The old man lost his memory again

The little prince was already weak in Qi and blood, and after steaming in the bath for a long time, he did that thing again, so naturally his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't even breathe well.

In the middle of the mansion, Fang was able to force a look of incomparable energy, and when he got on An Qihe's back, he appeared sleepy, yawning, his whole body was so weak that he wished he could just sleep to death on An Qihe's generous back.

After walking a long distance, An Qihe asked, "Why does the little prince doubt my identity?"

The little prince was still in a cloud of fog and not so clear-headed, he thought for a while with his dull and confused head, and said: "That day... that day I woke up early, and I heard you talking to someone at the door..."

The little prince replied in a low voice, and at the end he repeatedly affirmed that the voice was very similar to An Qihe's, which made him misunderstand that An Qihe had betrayed him.

It's just that the little prince has always had doubts, and he didn't pluck up the courage to ask him until today.

An Qihe usually stays close to every step, the only time he just went out for a while was because someone came looking for him suddenly.

it was that day...

An Qihe narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He still remembered that day when he just opened the door to get a basin of water, just as he opened the door, he saw the young man standing at the door, looking as if he had something to say but was too embarrassed to do so.

After questioning, he found out that the candle in the room had been bitten by a mouse. He couldn't walk around in the house, so he asked other people for help, so he had to ask An Qihe for help.

An Qihe thought it was no big deal, every room had spare candle oil, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he searched in his room, so he found Chuntao to solve the matter.

But in that short period of time, there was only a wall between the little prince and the villain?

The guilt in his heart doubled in an instant.

He shouldn't leave the little prince alone in the room, even the big things should be put behind the little prince.

Back then, he had already put the little prince in a dangerous place because of a trivial matter, and he had clearly sworn an oath, but he still pushed the little prince into a dangerous situation again.

It's no wonder that the little prince is suspicious of him.

After all, An Qihe's origin is unknown, and he wanted to kill the little prince on the first day they met, although he didn't succeed in the end, and he lost his memory.

An Qihe couldn't explain to them where he came from, what kind of accident he had gone through to get here, and he couldn't explain whether his feelings for the little prince were sincere or not.

From their point of view, An Qihe is an untimely bomb, it's not safe to keep it by your side for fear of contagion, and it's not safe to throw it out.

Therefore, An Qihe couldn't even get angry that the little prince suspected him.

After all, the identities of the two are out of reach. If you really want to break this deadlock, you can only catch the so-called mastermind as soon as possible.

"However, but this king doesn't believe it." The little prince said a little guilty, he had doubts before, but he likes to make people blind.

Overheard their conversation that day.The little prince's heart turned cold for a moment, despair and anger surged up together, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Later, he regained some sanity, guessing that the other party wanted to divorce, but the little prince was mentioned in this way, and his original trust in An Qihe was somewhat untenable.

I even thought that it would be better to just get rid of the person like this, so as to save my follow-up identities from becoming a mystery and make people feel uneasy.

But in the end it was unbearable.

The liking revealed by An Qihe was too real, the little prince reminded himself over and over again not to fall into it, but he still couldn't help himself, so he decided to trust him once.

The little prince said: "This prince is very smart, you can't fool me with those little tricks, I just use them to give you a test, hehe!"

As if being patted down by a little milk cat, An Qihe, the big bad wolf, felt extremely happy like never before.

He lifted the little prince up, and returned to Prince An's mansion as quickly as possible.

The drowsy little prince lay in An Qihe's arms and was checked several times in a row.

The worn-out tailbone and sore waist and hips were carefully applied with medicine.

The little prince murmured sleepily in a hoarse voice, his hoarse voice was full of tiredness, and what he listened to carefully seemed to have a hint of coquettishness.

An Qihe slept with the little prince until midnight, and when the guards appeared outside the door, he was still tucking the quilt for the little prince.

There were three low knocks on the door, and An Qihe tiptoed out, not forgetting to close the door tightly.

Cheng Feiliang left one person on the ground, and another person was carried on his shoulders.

Looking at the fabric, it was a young man who had passed out for some reason.

On the ground was a man who was almost mangled with blood, his flesh was torn apart, and the stench came over from the moment the door was opened.

An Qihe looked back subconsciously, and gestured to Cheng Feiliang.

The latter nodded, lifted the man on his shoulders up like a sack, lifted the man on the ground with his free hand, and brought them to the firewood shed in the yard like a worker preparing to go to a construction site .

An Qihe stood at the door and didn't go in, he wanted to watch the little prince's movements all the time.

Cheng Feiliang lit the candle oil, and the room brightened up.

An Qihe glanced at the strange crimson red on his body, and looked at the boy, "What's wrong with him?"

"The assassin came out halfway, and he was frightened and fell from the carriage."

An Qihe looked at the assassin again: "He's the only one?"

Cheng Feiliang knew what he wanted to say: "The other party has counted ahead of time."

An Qihe repeated the little prince's words.

Cheng Feiliang frowned, and looked at An Qihe suspiciously.

An Qihe shrugged his shoulders, pretending that you don't believe me, but I am frank and fearless.

Then he looked at the boy and pondered for a moment: "It was he who called me out that day."

"Is there something wrong with him?" Cheng Feiliang frowned in surprise.

No one who saw the boy's appearance would think that he was someone who could do such a thing.

He is too timid, cowardly, has no skills and looks like he doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers.

I didn't feel it before, but now seeing his cute face, it's very deceptive.

Cheng Feiliang suggested: "Then... kill him?"

An Qihe shook his head: "Don't be in a hurry, he jumped out of the car by himself, obviously he was regarded as an outcast, wait for him to wake up and see if he can get some news from him, that would be great. "

Cheng Feiliang was silent.

After a while, he said: "Then leave the rest of the people to me."

An Qihe didn't answer, but turned around and walked towards the prince's room.

Cheng Feiliang watched his back disappear into the doorway with a strange expression on his face.

The little prince stretched his legs and feet in his sleep. He pushed off half of the quilt, and a small piece of his already loose clothes was lifted up. He slept on his back, revealing a small piece of white belly.

He is very cat-like, sleeping lazily and softly, his half-opened thin lips let out a soft air sound, and the tip of his light red tongue is faintly visible, which made An Qihe, who had just had a meat drive, almost unable to hold back, his whole body was hot up.

An Qihe subconsciously touched his pocket, touched the flat fabric and remembered that he was in ancient times, and he didn't have the opportunity to freeze this moment with his mobile phone.

In the end, he coughed lightly, stretched out his hand to help the young prince straighten his clothes, covered him with the quilt, and stole some incense on his face by the way, before turning around to blow the candles.

A good day starts with stealing fragrance.

It's just that before An Qihe implemented the second incense stealing plan, the little prince started a fire.

The little prince was very ill.

He had never gone out before, and he was just recovering from a serious illness. He was not fully prepared for the first time he went out, not to mention the cold wind, and even steamed for a long time in the arranged mansion with An Qihe, and he did that thing again.

The fatigue of the body, coupled with the mental tension some time ago, suddenly relaxed, the body couldn't bear it anymore.

The doctor rushed over overnight, prescribed medicine for him, and told An Qihe to take care of him, and never let the little prince be cold again.

But even so, the little prince still kept repeating himself, unable to wake up no matter what, and there was no sign of improvement at all.

An Qihe was so guilty that he frowned for a few days, but it was of no avail.

No matter how powerful An Qihe is, he can't conjure a quick-acting potion for the young prince.

He can only pin all his hopes on the doctor's superb medical skills.

Therefore, he didn't close his eyes for a few days, but he still suffered from insomnia all the year round when he was the president, and he was used to staying up late, even if there were obvious black and blue eyes, he was still awake.

Fortunately, after two or three days of recurrence, the condition tended to be stable, and the little prince's fever subsided in the evening of the third day.

By the time the little prince woke up, it was already the morning of the fourth day.

The sunlight outside shone into the room, and he woke up slowly from the dark dream, suddenly feeling like he didn't know the past and the past.

The little prince sank into the soft pillow and turned his head to look at the side of the bed. The man he was most familiar with was sitting there with an unshaven beard and black eyes.

Holding the book in his hand, the edges of the pages are wrinkled, obviously having been raped.

The cover was vaguely exposed, and the little prince took a closer look, muttering in his heart.

I haven't seen An Qihe interested in medical science before.

The little prince moved his lips, intending to call An Qihe over, but before he could open his mouth, the intimate image of that day flashed in his mind, his face flushed, and he wanted to turn his face away as if fleeing.

But before he turned his head, An Qihe raised his head and met his eyes.

An Qihe saw that the little prince shrank reflexively, his face turned red from burning or shame, his bright eyes couldn't hide anything, and blinked quickly to conceal it.

He couldn't help laughing, moved the chair over, and raised his hand to stroke the soft hair of the little prince.

"Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

The little prince turned his eyes away, stared fixedly at the beam of the bed, and snorted: "Don't, don't talk to me, my lord has woken up quite a bit from sleep this time, and I have remembered everything!"

Hearing his soft voice, An Qihe seemed weak, but he was already very energetic. He breathed a sigh of relief, and asked following his words: "What did the prince remember?"

The little prince hummed louder than before, his cheeks puffed up: "Tell me, what's your name?"

That's what happened.

An Qihe silently looked at the little prince.

The little prince blushed when he was stared at, and said in embarrassment: "Why are you staring at me? Why don't you say it quickly?"

An Qihe accepted his fate: "My name is An Qihe."

"Hmph!" The little prince rolled his eyes, "Then how did you introduce yourself before?"

"Yes, I lied to the prince and said that my name is Dalabangba."

The little prince was furious, and turned his head to look at An Qihe: "Why did you lie to me?!"

An Qihe silently looked at the young prince: "Don't you remember?"

The little prince suddenly felt a little guilty, he blinked quickly, and asked hesitantly: "Remember, what do you remember?"

"I was just joking at the beginning, but I have been trying to tell the prince my name since then."

The little prince: "...Yes, is there such a thing?"

The little prince blinked his eyes, and stumbled to recall, he could vaguely remember that there were several times before, An Qihe tried to whisper something in his ear...