The old man lost his memory again

The little prince pursed his mouth indiscriminately, and when he raised his head, he showed a soft and sweet smile: "It's been a long time, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The prince smiled slightly and invited him to take care of these flowers and trees.

The prince is very dexterous, and the messy leaves are transformed into various shapes under his one-stroke cutting, which is very beautiful.

The little prince randomly used scissors to cut the green leaves, but secretly glanced at the prince from the corner of his eye.

The prince clearly said that he would invite Prince Shun to the banquet together, but the time was up, but Prince Shun hadn't even seen anyone, and he didn't know where he was.

But the prince was calm and relaxed, as if he would not mention Prince Shun at all.

It would be fine if Prince Shun didn't come.

The little prince thought viciously.

It would be better if Prince Shun stumbled on the way and couldn't come.

The next second his head hit his thick back, the little prince let out a cry, covered his head and backed away again and again, frowned and raised his eyes, and the phrase "Who is it?" stuck in his throat.

He twitched the corners of his lips resentfully, and swallowed the words silently.

The prince looked at him intently.

After a long while, he asked softly, "Uncle Huang, what is he thinking about so preoccupied? Can you talk to Gu?"

The little prince's brain became hot, and he subconsciously blurted out: "Brother."

The prince raised his brows elegantly: "You are talking about the eighth emperor uncle? Does the little emperor miss him?"

Think shit!

The little prince roared in his heart, and tried to maintain his composure on the face, but the guilty eyes that kept looking at him had already betrayed him.

"My lord... What I'm thinking is... Didn't the crown prince invite me and the starling? He... Where did the others go?"

Hearing the words, the prince gave the little prince a strange look, and said quietly, "Gu thought that the little emperor wanted to see Gu more, so I invited the eighth emperor to have a drink in the palace first."

The little prince said inwardly that he was not good, and quickly raised his head. The prince had returned to his usual smiling and harmless appearance: "Since the little prince can't wait to get together, let's start."

The little prince wanted to cry but had no tears, but there was no way to remedy it at the moment, so he could only bite the bullet and entered the main hall with the prince.

As soon as the little prince entered the hall, his breath became tight, and he wanted to slap himself hard in the heart, and at the same time he blurted out: "Myna, are you safe and healthy?"

Prince Shun stood up from the guest seat, gave him a swishing look, and smiled slightly: "Okay, great."

After speaking, he crushed a wine glass in his hand.

Then calmly pretended to be surprised: "The wine utensils in the prince's palace are really not very good. When I go back, I will send someone to bring a better set."

The little prince only felt that his head was broken with a click like the wine glass.

He broke the taboo with the first sentence.

How does Prince Shun look like An Jian?

It was obvious that he had been stung all over his face by a bee, and his face was twice as swollen as usual.

So ugly that the little prince almost laughed out loud.

Immediately after he came back to his senses suddenly, a chill ran up his back, the little prince straightened his back with a shiver, and immediately pressed his eyes to the ground.

It is said that the crown prince is very focused, but there is no reaction, and he is still gentle and gentle: "I am afraid that the wound on the face of the eighth emperor will not heal for a while. , and take it when the Eighth Emperor Uncle returns."

Prince Shun cupped his hands: "Thank you, Prince."

The prince walked up to the main seat and waved his hands in a royal manner.

The little prince looked straight ahead and walked to his seat.

Just as he was about to sit down, his eyes shifted, but he saw——

The prince looked in his direction, and suddenly blinked mischievously.

Prince Shun and the young prince didn't have any topics to talk about, so naturally they wouldn't talk too much, but the prince was struggling to find the topic, Prince Shun didn't like to appreciate poems, and both of them had no experience in talking about flowers, and the young prince was drowsy when mentioning political affairs.

How harmonious the outside is, how embarrassing the scene is.

However, even if it is embarrassing, they still have to stay in the palace for one night. It is a family reunion. They can't use the palace as an inn and leave after eating.

Fortunately, Prince Shun was not used to living in other people's palaces, so he took the ointment and went to his own residence to apply the medicine, while the young prince lived in the Tai Tai's womb, and continued to accompany him to enjoy himself.

The delicious food in the palace is full of beautiful things.

But the little prince was used to An Qihe's craftsmanship, and always felt that something was missing.

He didn't take a few mouthfuls, and stopped the chopsticks with some disinterest.

The crown prince knew that he had the habit of eating less and more meals, he only thought that the little prince was like a bird and couldn't eat much, so he said: "The dining room has prepared snacks, if the little emperor wants to eat, just ask someone to bring it."

The little prince nodded, but he couldn't help scolding himself in his heart.

Anyway, he is a well-informed person who has eaten all the delicacies in the world, how can his appetite be raised by An Qihe?

He thanked him sullenly, calmed down, reached for the teacup beside him, and drank the tea in small sips.

Before midnight, the little prince woke up from hunger.

He got up from the bed and served a plate of snacks, but he couldn't eat anymore after two bites.

He was dizzy from hunger, but his mind was full of An Qihe.

I didn't expect that I already missed An Qihe so much.

The little prince looked at the candle and pulled his hair sadly.

What should he do?

The little prince was so worried that he almost turned into water, his mind was full of An Qihe, the way he was cooking, the way he was hugging himself, the way he was worried, and the way he was happy.

Leng Buding's eyes turned red and burst into tears.

Missing slowly gathered, it was clear that we only separated for a short time, and we could see each other again the next day, but the little prince just couldn't bear this time.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, his throat seemed to be blocked, and the thoughts in his heart could not be expressed, and finally turned into tears and fell on the table.

The little prince didn't make a sound, and stared at the table silently, seeing that his eyes were clear and blurred, and no matter how clear and blurred, tears pooled on the table.

She was crying sadly, but there was a soft sigh above her head: "Little prince? Stop crying, okay? Are you hungry? Let me cook something delicious for you?"

The little prince was hiccupping, looking up with teary eyes.

This sight made the little prince's breath tight, he jumped up instantly, and instinctively threw himself on An Qihe.

An Qihe was afraid that he would fall, so he quickly pushed him into his arms.

The little prince hugged An Qihe's neck tightly, sobbing unreasonably: "You...you are not allowed to go...my king...this king misses you..."

An Qihe walked to the soft couch and sat down, put the man on his lap, gently wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and asked in a low voice: "Are you hungry? I asked the palace people, they Said you didn't eat much at all."

The little prince embarrassingly buried his head in the socket of his neck, hummed in a low voice, and without speaking, he hugged An Qihe's neck tightly.

It took a while to realize the problem, and then hastily pushed the person away, almost falling off An Qihe's lap in fright.

An Qihe quickly hugged the little prince's waist, brought him into his arms again and locked him tightly, threatening in a low voice, gnashing his teeth: "Just now you said you missed me, but you pushed me away when you hugged someone, what do you mean, little prince?" Um?"

The little prince wiped his tears angrily: "You still say? The palace is so strict, how did you get in? Are you afraid that someone will find out and chop off your head?"

The little prince's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he sat astride An Qihe's legs, and stretched out one hand to grab his collar, looking like a young tiger showing his might.

An Qihe couldn't help but soften in his heart, took a deep breath, and then resisted the thought of ruffling the little prince's hair, and said helplessly, "But what about the little prince?"

He hugged the little prince and rubbed his chin on his cheek: "I haven't seen you for a while, I already miss the little prince very much."

The little prince was very helpful, he hummed twice to express that he was in a better mood, and loosened An Qihe's collar: "But you can't sneak in, what if you are found out?"

An Qihe said: "Don't be afraid, if I can't even stand this test, how can I protect you forever?"

When the little prince heard the word forever, the corners of his mouth almost turned up to his ears, and he pretended to be displeased on the surface: "My god, if you were caught, what did you say to protect me?"

An Qihe looked at the young prince's exquisite and beautiful face, and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Then I will force the young prince out of the palace and become my wife in the village?"

The little prince's eyes widened in fright, and he was about to hit someone with his fists: "Who, who wants to be... a bastard wife for you... You, don't talk nonsense!"

An Qihe grabbed a fist and kissed happily: "Don't worry, my lord, I want to be with you forever, so I will definitely not let my little lord be wronged. I will get the emperor's consent and let everyone in the world know."

The little prince blushed, neither agreed nor refuted, lowered his eyes shyly, slowly moved and hugged An Qihe, then quickly kissed An Qihe on his lips and then retracted.

His entire face was flushed hot, his eyes fluttered with shame, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence: "Then, then... Ben, this king will... be merciful... Look, look at you, you are pitiful. Wait until you're done."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Qihe, who couldn't bear it any longer, pressed him on the soft couch and kissed him fiercely.

The little prince was dazed by the kiss, he didn't eat much, he was weak all over, pushing An Qihe a few times was like a kitten scratching its paws.

Immediately afterwards, An Qihe covered his mouth and did it.

The little prince grunted, let out a few cat-like meows, and crawled to the bed in a daze, and was pulled back by his arms.

He arched his waist sharply, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, he seemed to see someone passing by outside the door when his vision was blurred, and his subconscious tightened in shock.

He couldn't remember much about what happened next.

Early the next morning, the little prince woke up alone on the bed, frowning and recalling last night, only remembering that he finally lost consciousness...

Lifting off the brocade quilt, the little prince found himself neatly dressed in his middle coat, and his whole body was refreshed. If it wasn't for the dull pain there, he would almost have thought that last night was just a dream.

Thinking of this, the little prince blushed, and he didn't want to think about it any more, so he hurriedly called someone in to serve him.

The palace maid was not very old, she was very well-behaved, she helped the young prince put on his clothes neatly, and then said: "Prince An, the imperial dining room has made you Shiquan Dabu soup, and the slave will bring it to the prince later."

The little prince blinked: "Where is His Royal Highness?"

The maid said: "His Royal Highness felt a cold yesterday, and has already rested."

The little prince was nervous for a moment, and quickly asked: "Does it matter? Have you consulted the imperial physician?"

The maid's face turned red, she lowered her head and said, "His Royal Highness said, if Prince An is worried, it's better to go with the slaves to see him."

The little prince didn't doubt that he was there, and immediately nodded and followed.