The old man lost his memory again

The little prince's injury was not serious, but it looked horrifying.

When he took off his clothes, he saw only bruises all over his eyes.

The skin and flesh that had just been raised turned into this in a blink of an eye, An Qihe was so distressed, and the little prince cried out in pain again, with a pitiful look of pinching water out.

An Qihe gave medicine to the man in a trembling heart, and his movements were unbelievably light.

In order to better apply the medicine, the little prince lay on the bed and lifted his clothes to reveal his white and tender belly.

A slight pinch of this delicate skin and tender flesh can leave an indelible mark, An Qihe wiped the ointment on his fingertips, and stroked the remaining marks on the little prince's body, the traces of his love at the beginning.

The hatred in my heart for the black hand behind the scenes has grown a little bit.

Every time An Qihe leaves the little prince's side, even for a short while, the little prince will be in danger, as if the person behind him dare not act in front of An Qihe.

Moreover, being able to accurately grasp the time when An Qihe was away meant that the man was in the mansion.

But who is it?

The boy was still in a coma, unable to wake up no matter what.

The captured spy was also imprisoned in a secret passage, his tendons in his hands and feet were cut off, and there was absolutely no possibility of moving again.

The bloody man was taken away by Cheng Feiliang, and it was only the past two days that the relationship couldn't get better so quickly.

So who is it?

Or should I ask, how many secret works are there in the mansion?

"An Qihe..." The little prince muttered hoarsely.

An Qihe woke up like a dream, and just raised his eyes, he couldn't help but catch his breath.

The little prince was sleeping on his back, revealing a small piece of white belly.The soft breathing made his heart soften for a moment.

He was so bored by the scene in front of him that his mind was buzzing non-stop, it took him a while to calm down, and he endured not to fuck the little prince.

The little prince is already asleep, so it's not easy for him to wake him up to ask about the matter just now.

An Qihe had no choice but to help the young prince to wash and wash briefly, then covered the quilt and went out with the basin.

When he walked to the door, a sentence popped out of his mind suddenly.

Thinking of him as a dignified president, with a figure of around 1 million a minute, he would actually serve a man in such a place, as if he was serving his ancestors.

Fallen. Fallen.

If someone told An Qihe three months ago that he would give up all the cooking skills he had learned for half his life for a soft and cute little prince, I am afraid that An Qihe would send him to see the spirit with a smile section chief.

Just less than three months.

An Qihe smiled incredulously, turned around and was about to walk out.

At this moment, his footsteps stopped, but a sentence flashed in his mind.

"You'll fall in love with someone who isn't very smart, doesn't have much ability, is spoiled, and is always a hindrance. You can't be together forever, but..."

The voice of the speaker was very familiar, but An Qihe couldn't remember who the speaker was, and the second half of the sentence was like a layer of frosted glass, so he couldn't hear clearly.

An Qihe's complexion changed, showing a strange expression in disbelief.

It's just that he searched in his mind for a long time, but couldn't get any useful information.

So An Qihe shook his head, pretending that he had thought too much, and then went to prepare to wash up.

Through a door, the little prince's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Cheng Feiliang waited quietly in the shadows without making a sound, making his presence almost unnoticeable.

It wasn't until the little prince woke up that he took a step forward and knelt down to salute: "My lord."

"Go and find out what happened five years ago." The little prince paused, gritted his teeth and said a name, "Ye Hanfeng."

After three months of offering sacrifices, the court was very busy. The prince who stayed in the palace was young, but he showed a maturity and stability different from others. Other chores.

After breakfast, the little prince went back to the house to read the imperial letter from the crown prince, saying that he wanted to invite him to the palace with Prince Shun for a reunion in two days.

This prince is only a few years younger than the young prince, but when the young prince was still in the palace, the two stood in a row, and the prince looked like the older brother.

Out of the emperor's brother's love for the little prince, the crown prince treats him respectfully and will try his best to satisfy any request.

The little prince didn't have any ill feeling towards the prince, so he happily went to the appointment.

Just thinking that Prince Shun would also go, the little prince felt uncomfortable all over.

He is pardoned and does not need to go to the court, but Prince Shun meets with a prince every day, so there is no need for a special gathering.

The little prince was always unhappy in his heart, but he also knew that his identity could not be rejected, just like the turtle on the chopping board, it would be a knife if it stretched out its head, and it would be a knife if it retracted its head, and it couldn't be avoided.

After thinking this through, the little prince pursed his lips, feeling that he hadn't enjoyed his life well since he went to offer sacrifices to the emperor's elder brother. Either something happened here or there was a misunderstanding there all day long. If he had known this, he might as well have gone to sacrifice together.

He thought to himself for a long time, and sighed mournfully.

Reluctantly looking up, he happened to see An Qihe holding the knife, pressing the bastard on the chopping board, and chopping it down neatly...

An Qihe didn't know why the little prince was angry.

All he knew was that when he came back to his senses, the little prince had already rushed out with his hands behind his back in a huff.

All the way back to the room, the little prince was still angry, Kuang Dang sat down on the seat, looking at An Qihe with fire in his eyes.

An Qihe didn't know why, so he sat down slowly and looked at the little prince, but neither of them spoke.

At the beginning, the little prince was aggressive, and after staring for a cup of tea, his aura weakened, and when the time of a stick of incense passed, his eyes were sore, and he could not stare anymore.

"Hmph." The little prince tilted his head and pretended to clear his throat, blinking his eyes quickly to relieve his fatigue.

An Qihe turned his head for a long time, but he couldn't figure out how to offend the little prince today. He tried hard to think, and finally found that since the little prince got the imperial letter, his mood was not so good.

"My lord, is that what the letter said?"

The little prince nodded: "It was His Royal Highness who invited me to the palace for a dinner."

An Qihe also learned from Chuntao earlier that the prince had a good relationship with the little prince and took good care of him.

Therefore, it was strange to see that the little prince didn't have any joy on his face: "Young prince doesn't want to go?"

The little prince seemed to have ears on his head, which suddenly drooped down and stuck to the roots of his hair.

"It's not that I don't want to go..." The little prince seemed to be exhausted, lying on the table, holding a teacup with one hand and playing lifelessly.

The other hand rested on his chin, and when he spoke, his chin was pressed against the back of his hand, and his voice was indistinct: "But I didn't invite me alone, there is also myna."

Back then, he could go straight to the door to kill him with a knife in his hand, and if he met him again, the little prince's skin would be peeled off even if he came back.

An Qihe's face was turning green.

Let him watch the little prince being bullied by Prince Shun in the past?

How is that possible!

But the prince invites you, so there is no reason not to go.

Besides, the little prince and the prince have a good relationship, so it's been a long time since we saw each other, and the little prince also wants to catch up on the old days.

The only problem is Prince Shun.

The crown prince knew that the little prince and Prince Shun had conflicts before, but later Prince Shun learned to be patient in front of the emperor, and he acted as if he had let go of the past.

I am afraid that the prince now thinks that Prince Shun and the young prince have settled their feud, and he can't wait to bring the two of them together.

The little prince lost several strands of his hair.

Seeing that he couldn't help it, An Qihe asked: "Then let me go with the little prince?"

The little prince's eyes lit up, then darkened, and his mood became even more depressed: "Where can you go, everyone who enters the palace will be interrogated. If you pass by and they are investigated, what should you do?"

An Qihe seemed to have been hit in the head, and the alarm bells sounded in his mind.

That's right, his current identity is still an assassin, even if the young prince already believes in him very much, it is useless if only the young prince believes in him.

The folk customs here are open, and the wind of breaking sleeves has long been formed, but in his bones he is still innocent, and he is well-matched. If he wants to be with the little prince in a fair and aboveboard way, I am afraid that he still needs to deal with the most difficult things in front of him.

An Qihe remained silent and did not bring up this matter again.

The little prince was sullen, and occasionally looked at An Qihe with those pitiful eyes, which almost made his blood surge, and he didn't care about anything.

On the day the little prince left the mansion, he had no choice but to board the chariot with a stomach full of embarrassment, and entered the palace with the guard of honor who came to pick him up.

The prince followed suit, and invited his uncle to return to the palace for a reunion. It was spread among the people in the meaning of the prince's filial piety, and the royal guard of honor was used to show respect for the uncle.

On both sides of the road, the common people knelt on the ground to watch the excitement, and several pairs of eyes were fixed on this noble man who had been favored by the emperor and the prince.

The little prince is cute and lovable, with a handsome face and little sharpness. This trip also means being close to the people, and the chariot is surrounded by semi-transparent gauze.

The common people fell in love with the little prince, but An Qihe's heart was hanging in his throat, almost to the point of being a warlord.

There are many people in the city at the moment. Even though there are soldiers standing on both sides and spies among the crowd, they can't relax their spirits at all.

He followed all the way to the vicinity of the palace and could not enter again. He was always worried, until he saw the figure of the little prince disappearing at the gate of the palace, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

And An Qihe just turned around and walked back, but the little prince turned his head at this moment, staring at the back for a long time unable to regain his senses.

The chariot continued to move forward slowly, and I don't know how long the little prince was in a daze, but when he came back to his senses, the chariot had already stopped.

The voice of the little maid came from outside: "Please also invite Prince An to get off the chariot."

The curtain was lifted, and the little prince put his hand on the back of the eunuch's hand, and got out of the chariot with his strength. The little eunuch led the people to the gate of the prince's bedroom. Pimples.

Then stepping in, I saw the red and green cherry blossoms in the palace, and the flowers and trees were all well taken care of.

A man dressed in yellow stood under the tree, taking good care of the small tree that couldn't grow anyhow.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he put the scissors on the side table, turned around, and looked at the little prince with a big smile.

"Uncle, you are here."

The little prince blushed slightly.

I thought: This name is too old-fashioned.