The old man lost his memory again

This...isn't...

Embarrassed?

There was a sharp pain in the little prince's mind.

Can you take back what he just said?

An Qihe wanted to tease him about this, and asked: "The little prince said he remembered it, so do you still remember this?"

The little prince blushed, and muttered in a low voice embarrassedly: "Remember...Of course I remember."

An Qihe imitated him and snorted: "So I deliberately hid it from the prince?"

The little prince wanted to find a hole in the ground to drill into.

The little prince muttered in a low voice.

An Qihe teased him: "Why don't you talk?"

The little prince: "..."

The little prince blushed, and grabbed the quilt and hummed: "Man, what is there to dare to do or not to be a man... Ben, this king is indeed, I have misunderstood you! This, this matter, just let it go, go Bar!"

If it weren't for An Qihe being close to the young prince, he might not even be able to hear the voice behind him.

He thought about teasing him any longer, the little milk cat was about to stretch out its claws to catch people, so he quickly let the little prince go down.

"It's also my fault. If I hadn't joked with the little prince back then, it's only natural for the little prince to forget."

Only then did the little prince feel comfortable, and he hummed twice immediately.

"Is there anything wrong with the little prince? Are you hungry?"

As soon as An Qihe finished asking, the little prince suddenly felt hungry, and he blushed: "My lord, I really feel a little hungry."

An Qihe hurriedly served the patient's meal prepared in advance.

Since the misunderstanding that day, the little prince hadn't eaten to his heart's content. Now that he had just recovered, he was able to speak freely again. He was in good spirits and had a good appetite.

The little prince was full, and he slumped on the chair and hiccupped weakly. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something. He raised his eyelids and looked at An Qihe: "By the way, then... where is that person?"

"Huh?" An Qihe wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

The little prince shook his legs: "That's right, the one who wants to pretend to be the king, how is he doing now?"

"I was shocked and fell off the carriage that day." Before An Qihe finished speaking, he saw that the little prince's legs were not shaking, and he sat up straight in a jerk.

He quickly reassured him: "He's fine, the guard Cheng is watching him, but he's still not awake yet."

The little prince repeatedly confirmed that the other party's life was not in danger, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After a pause, he asked again, "Then what about the person I met that day? It was the person who gave me pigeon soup earlier."

An Qihe said: "I also brought it back, but he hasn't spoken yet."

The little prince couldn't help frowning, he really didn't understand what was on his body that made the other party so eager to kill him.

An Qihe said: "Young prince, don't even think about it. With Cheng's bodyguards and I here, we will definitely find out who is behind the scenes. The little prince can take care of his health with peace of mind. When the emperor returns, he can give an explanation."

Explain?

The little prince naturally knew that what An Qihe said was nothing more than seeing a healthy little prince.

It's just that other explanations are still clueless.

The little prince had no energy, and soon said that he was sleepy and wanted to go back to bed to rest.

After sleeping until dark, the little prince slowly got up from the bed, and something vaguely came to his mind in his not sober mind.

What's the matter?

He thought hard, frowning.

Is there anything else I haven't figured out?

what?

Is it about An Qihe?

By the way, where is he?

The little prince looked left and right, and saw that An Qihe who said he would never leave the little prince again, was not in the room at the moment.

He put on a coat and went out, only to see the courtyard was dark, only the chirping of birds and insects, and no other sounds.

A white light flashed in the little prince's mind, and he finally remembered.

That day... who was the person who pretended to be An Qihe's voice...?

That person might not have been caught yet, and he might still be in the mansion.

The little prince was anxious and wanted to ask An Qihe about it right away.

But before he could move to find An Qihe, he saw a shadow flashing by the side of the tree.

The little prince took a step back, staring closely at the direction in which the black shadow left.

Just now I couldn't see anything clearly, and I didn't know what the black shadow looked like.

The little prince's first reaction was to go back to the room, but when he saw a medical classic falling from the place where the shadow passed by, he turned to enter the room, took the dagger that had never been played before, closed the door with his backhand, and walked towards the room. walk around.

The surroundings became quiet all of a sudden, as if Chong'er had foreseen the upcoming tension, they all fled into the cave together.

The environment so quiet that you could hear a needle drop made the little prince very nervous.

He hesitated, and when he came to the dividing line between light and dark, he finally turned around and left, thinking that anyway, if An Qihe finds out that his book is missing, he will definitely look for it.

In the next second, he turned around and walked back.

Muttering in his mouth: "Why is An Qihe always throwing things away, this king will pick it up for him once, next time... there will be no next time, I won't pick it up next time!"

As soon as the words fell, a white light flashed.

The little prince dodged subconsciously, his neck chilled, and a deep male voice rang in his ears.

"Prince An, you can make it easier for me to find you."

The voice of the voice was just familiar to the little prince.

"It's you?"

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill you that day." The man gave a low laugh, and turned the blade of his sword, as if he was thinking about what pattern of flowers to carve on the little prince's body.

The little prince was so frightened that his eyes filled with tears: "Why did you kill me?"

The man said: "You should ask yourself, what did you do in the first place?"

The little prince shook his head: "This prince has never done anything bad!"

The man's eyes were cold and gloomy. Hearing this, his eyes fell on him like knives.

The little prince trembled in fright, but still insisted: "This prince has never done anything bad!"

The man snorted: "It seems that the prince has forgotten it long ago, but maybe, your good brother never told you about it."

The little prince looked at the man strangely with teary eyes.

The man hid in the dark, and his face was covered with a black cloth, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Seeing his bewildered expression, the man guessed something.

The man was still looking at him coldly, with gloomy and complicated eyes, and after a long time he said lightly: "You should have been dead five years ago, and you have been allowed to live for so many years, now it's finally time to take it back."

Five years ago, the late emperor was still alive. At that time, because of his weak health, his illness was intermittent. Once, the concubine of the harem sent someone to push him down a pond. When he was picked up, he was almost dying.

At this time, someone offered a tribute to a life-saving pill, saying that it was made by a folk alchemist, and that there was only one in the world.

Brother Huang knelt in front of the former emperor's bedroom for three days and three nights before begging for the pill to be given to the young prince.

The little prince's condition did improve in the follow-up.

Afterwards, the little prince heard that it was the noble concubine in the deep palace who had sent someone to push him down, fearing that the little prince would hinder her prince's future.

The emperor beat the person to death with thunderous means, and the child was sent to the cold palace to be raised.

If you want to pay for your life, maybe it's because of this, right?

The little prince thought about coming back, and widened his eyes: "Could it be... it's you?"

The man's expression remained unchanged, but his rough fingers had already grasped the delicate neck of the little prince.

"I knew you were so cunning, so why did I act and kill you two days ago!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly leaned forward, and in the blink of an eye, he had already been kicked in the lower abdomen, and he fell into a disadvantage in an instant, with his hands tied behind his back.

Ye Hanfeng is the son of the imperial concubine, ranked fifth, but he has shown superior abilities at a young age.

Even though the crown prince is someone else's position, many people in the court lean towards him.

Even the emperor looked at him a lot.

Ye Hanfeng was still young at the time, didn't know much, and had never been jealous of the position of prince. He felt that anyone could sit, and he just tried his best to do his own thing well.

Until his mother was beaten to death, he fell from a height overnight, severely smashing his body with cuts and bruises.

Only then did he know that if he didn't have power and hadn't climbed to a higher position, he would have nothing, and he wouldn't even be able to protect the people around him.

On the other hand, the young prince Ye Hanling, who knows nothing and doesn't understand anything, looks like he's dying, just by acting like a baby in front of the prince every day, he gets the prince's protection.

The rare pill that killed his mother and concubine also entered the mouth of the little prince.

Now that the crown prince is on the throne, he will give what he wants, which is really a joy.

But what about him?

Nothing at all.

When he became an adult, he was expelled from the palace and was not allowed to enter the court as an official.

He hated Ye Hanling to the bone, and that's why he accepted that person's invitation to conspire with him.

But the assassin who never wanted to send out turned back and became the little prince's bodyguard that night, and the two still have that kind of relationship...

Ye Hanfeng smiled coldly, turned his head to look at the little prince, and said sarcastically: "Young prince is indeed the most favored younger brother by the emperor's side, and he knows how to buy people's hearts."

The little prince lowered his eyes and ignored him.

Ye Hanfeng thought he was right, and said with a sneer, "I was careless today, thinking that you don't have martial arts, but you still can't kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Hanfeng kicked backwards, and the little prince leaned back along with him, Ye Hanfeng broke free from control, and immediately punched the little prince.

When there was still an inch away from the tip of the little prince's nose, Ye Hanfeng found it difficult to move forward.

The little prince received his punch, wrapping his fist with soft fingers. It seemed that he could easily hit the little prince in the face, but he couldn't go any further for no apparent reason.

Ye Hanfeng was startled for a few seconds when he saw the scene in front of him, and he hastily swung his other fist out.

The voice of An Qihe shouted at the same time as his fist.

"My lord—"

The little prince immediately took off all his defenses.

Ye Hanfeng said inwardly, he didn't want to reveal his identity at this time, especially in front of An Qihe.

He originally thought that the little prince would catch his fist like he did just now, and he would be able to hold back his strength and escape from this place.

But he never thought that his fist would actually hit his soft chest.

The little prince was knocked to the ground, curled up in pain.

Ye Hanfeng also took a staggering step forward because he couldn't hold back his strength.

In the next second, An Qihefei hugged the little prince and kicked him.

Cheng Feiliang arrived at the same time and drew out his sword without saying a word.

Ye Hanfeng got up hastily, desperately driving Qinggong to escape.

Cheng Feiliang immediately chased after him.

The two fought back and forth, Ye Hanfeng couldn't move an inch, and was hit by Cheng Feiliang's palm, almost fainting.

In a critical moment, Ye Hanfeng put his index finger to his lips and blew a whistle, and with the other hand he took out the explosive device, and fled the scene while the smoke was hazy.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The little prince blushed from the choking, and when he coughed, he touched the wound he had just been beaten, his eyes were clouded with tears, and he hummed uncomfortably.

The little prince lay in An Qihe's arms, his voice trembling, with a weak nasal voice: "An, An Qihe..."

An Qihe was filled with guilt: "Little prince."

The little prince choked up and said, "You, you came too slowly."

An Qihe hugged his waist tightly, eyes sore: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The little prince whimpered: "You, you didn't see... this prince just hit him!"

An Qihe was tense all the way, but instantly relaxed, he smiled brightly: "The little prince is awesome!"