The old man lost his memory again

Turn left and right all the way and finally arrived at the prince's room.

Hearing that the young prince was going to see him, the prince quickly put on a coat and got up from the bed to meet him.

The prince was indeed ill, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his brows were slightly furrowed, and it seemed that he was in pain.

The little prince looked worried: "Has the prince ever asked the imperial doctor to come and see?"

The prince was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Uncle Huang, the imperial doctor has come and prescribed medicine."

The little prince was relieved now, and was about to say something, when the prince said bitterly: "It's just that the medicine prescribed is too bitter, I can't drink it alone."

If it was a different person, the coquettish meaning in the prince's words could be heard immediately.

But the little prince didn't feel anything, he nodded seriously, and then frowned: "His Royal Highness is right, this medicine is indeed very bitter."

The prince stared at the side face of the little prince, and smiled helplessly: "Then can I stop drinking?"

The original intention was just to tease the little prince, after all he also hated taking medicine, usually when he was in the palace, the little prince would jump up and down in the palace just to save himself from taking a sip of medicine.

The prince originally thought that the young prince would agree not to let him take the medicine, but he never thought that the young prince was seriously enlightening him: "His Royal Highness, good medicine is bitter, and it is bitter for a while. Afterwards, eating some candied fruit and the like is fine." It's gone, but this disease can't be delayed."

The prince's eyes tightened slightly, and after a while he replied in a leisurely manner: "Yes, thank you little emperor uncle for teaching me, I will take the medicine alone."

After speaking, he raised his hand to take the bowl of steaming medicine, without pinching his nose, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he drank it seriously, one mouthful at a time.

The little prince felt bitter just looking at it, so he quickly asked someone to bring candied fruit, and stuffed it into the prince's mouth without saying a word.

The prince only felt that something was stuffed into his mouth, and then a wisp of sweetness trickled out.

Turning back to look at the little prince, he bumped into Wang Mingche's eyes.

The little prince was still holding two candied fruit in his hand, he frowned and asked, "Is it still bitter?"

The prince usually drinks the medicine very simply, he doesn't even eat sugar after drinking it, and he usually hates sweets, but today he is pestering the little prince, frowning and crying bitterly, as if wishing to eat up all the candied fruit in the little prince's hand attitude.

Without knowing it, the little prince gave the prince all the candied fruit in his hand.

The prince was satisfied, so he didn't want to show much, so he stayed and had dinner with him.

The little prince was thinking about An Qihe, and wanted to drink a few casually, and ask An Qihe to make a big meal when he got back, but he stopped after taking a sip, showing a surprised expression.

The prince was surprised and asked: "Uncle Huang, but this soup is not good enough?"

"No, no, no!" The little prince came back to his senses, fearing that the prince would find out, he hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of soup into it, and secretly glanced at everyone present.

I thought that An Qihe ate him last night and ran away, but he never thought that he even made Dao Shiquan Dabu soup for the little prince to drink.

The little prince had a big appetite, and his stomach that had been empty all night was finally replenished, and he quickly drank all the soup.

But after searching around, he couldn't find An Qihe among the palace people.

Has he already gone back?

The little prince guessed silently.

"Is the little prince looking for someone?" After observing the little prince for a long time, the prince finally couldn't help asking.

The little prince quickly waved his hands: "No!"

The prince squinted his eyes: "Is that the palace man you like?"

The little prince became even more anxious: "No, no, no!"

The prince's eyes fell on the soup bowl in front of him: "Little Huangshu has a good appetite today?"

The little prince blushed, feeling a little uncomfortable, he struggled for a moment and said: "This soup is not bad."

"That……"

Without waiting for the prince to say anything else, the little prince, who was afraid that he would say too much, hurriedly said: "It's getting late, so I won't disturb the prince's rest, I'd better go back first."

The crown prince hung a sentence in the air, squinted his eyes, took a breath after a while, and put on his usual smile: "Since the little emperor is in a hurry, let's go back first, and be careful all the way."

The little prince suppressed the urgency in his heart, and hurriedly followed the palace servants out of the palace.

When the people went out for a long time, the prince suddenly turned down his face and asked someone to bring the person who made the soup today.

However, his subordinates said that no one made this soup today.

The prince stared at the soup bowl for a moment, took it over, and licked up the remaining soup.

And when the bowl fell on the table with a bang, the prince's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The little prince was thinking about the delicacies made by An Qihe, and ran into the chariot in a hurry, and then he realized that his butt was burning.

He stood at the door of the chariot curtain, rubbed his buttocks while no one was around, took off his disguise, and wrinkled his small face immediately.

He slowly moved to the seat, seeing that there was a soft pillow on it, he immediately opened the curtain and poked his head out.

The chariot has already taken off the sedan chair, surrounded by the Imperial Forest Army.

The little prince carefully looked over everyone, but he still didn't see the shadow of An Qihe.

Strange, has the person gone?

The little prince retracted his position and sat upright.

There is a pillow cushion, and the buttocks don’t hurt so much. There is a small table next to it. There is a plate of peanuts and custard on the table. The little prince can’t help but hold the chopsticks to pick up the peanuts. .

After a while, a pot of tea was handed in from outside the curtain, the little prince jumped over like a cat seeing a bird, opened the curtain, and really saw An Qihe.

The little prince was about to be happy when he saw An Qihe winked at him, and said straightly: "Prince An, this is sent to the prince by His Royal Highness the servants."

The little prince understood, took the teapot, and answered a few words indiscriminately.

Then he held the teapot and ate snacks in peace.

An Qihe's dim sum was carefully made, and he counted and counted, and he ate a clean dish, and he went back to the house.

As soon as the chariot stopped, the little prince couldn't wait to rush down, all the way into the mansion, when he stepped into the door, he was pulled into his arms by a strong force.

An Qihe couldn't help but picked him up and walked to the backyard: "How is the little prince in the palace? Did Prince Shun bully you?"

The little prince curled up in An Qihe's arms without saying a word, and only when he walked into the courtyard did he speak: "Mynah didn't bully me, mynah seemed to be stung by a bee, and his face was swollen, but I don't have time to come to me incident."

Speaking of this, the little prince recalled the prince's inexplicable look and asked, "Did you do this?"

An Qihe shook his head when he heard the words, he originally went to the palace to protect the young prince, if Prince Shun was punished, the young prince would suffer in the end, he would not do such a thing.

The little prince thought about it too, and couldn't help but feel even weirder.

The prince's glance seemed to say that he did the thing, but why did the prince do this?

The little prince couldn't figure it out, he raised his head and thought blankly.

Sure enough, the prince has grown up, and he is no longer the cute little dumpling who showed everything on his face.

Back in the room, An Qihe sat down on the soft couch, pulled him into his arms, protected the little prince's waist, and gently kneaded him.This palm was hot and strong, and after a few movements, the little prince relaxed a lot.

The little prince was extremely comfortable, let out a few soft hums, and asked after a while, "How did you sneak into the palace last night?"

An Qihe told the truth: "It was Cheng's guard who helped."

The little prince snorted, thinking that the two of them were a little too courageous, what kind of place is the imperial palace, can they just let people in?

Fortunately, it was not found.

The little prince gave An Qihe a cold look, then asked again: "Where were you when you were drinking soup this morning?"

An Qihe was silent for two seconds, and said, "At the door."

He didn't tell the truth, but the little prince didn't find it suspicious. The memory of that time flashed in his mind. It seemed that there was indeed someone standing at the door, so he didn't think too much about it, and nodded in satisfaction.

At any rate, he didn't pull out his x and was ruthless, so he ran away after enjoying himself.

It's still different from the script.

The prince then sent two or three letters, but the letter did not mention the matter of inviting him to the palace for a reunion. The little prince told the whole story of that day, but concealed that the person's identity was Ye Hanfeng.

An Qihe was puzzled: "How did he say that the prince had a life on his hands? Could it be that he admitted the wrong person?"

The little prince muttered, "That's what I said last time."

"Last time?"

The little prince lowered his head, and put his eyes on the dim sum in his hand: "Just...just when I was taken away...they...they also said that I was killed."

It was still strange at the time, but now that I think about it, it becomes clear. If it was because of what happened to Ye Hanfeng's birth mother, I would really think that it was the little prince who took her life.

"Nonsense." An Qihe couldn't bear to let the little prince think about the torture at that time, and quickly moved away from the topic, "They will always show their feet again, and the little prince doesn't have to worry. I now know that there must be an informant in the mansion. Once people are caught, they won't be able to use dirty tricks anymore."

The little prince stared at the snack in his hand and remained silent.

An Qihe scolded the so-called mastermind in his heart: "Little prince, do you want to go for a walk?"

The little prince nodded.

Seeing the little prince nodding, An Qihe breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly held his little hand.

The two of them had just walked out when they saw Chuntao running over with anxious expressions on their faces.

"An Qihe!" Chuntao stopped, gasped for breath, and said, "The man is awake."

After speaking, seeing the two people holding hands, his expression changed, and his blood surged to stare at An Qihe in an instant: "An Qihe, you are so rude!"

An Qihe just noticed that the boy woke up, and when he turned his head, he was dizzy from Chuntao's scolding.

He was inexplicable: "Why am I being rude?"

Chuntao stared wide-eyed at the movement of the two holding hands, as if scissors could grow out of her eyes to cut off An Qihe's dirty hands: "Why are you still holding the hand of the little prince? That hand is something you can hold hands with." Is it?"

An Qihe sneered in his heart, thinking that it was related to the fact that we have both slept. Can you ask if you can hold him.

However, before he could speak, Chuntao squeezed between the two of them, opened An Qihe's hand, leaned half of her body towards the young prince, and asked earnestly: "Little prince, it's sunny outside, so don't stand outside for too long Now, let the servants go back with the prince."

The little prince waved his hand: "I also want to meet you."

When Chuntao heard the words, she was sure that this must be what An Qihe said in front of the little prince, and she never thought that it was Chuntao who said it herself.

But since the little prince said he wanted to see her, there was no reason for the servant to refuse, and the road was not far away, so Chuntao could only nod her head: "Then the little prince waits first, the servant will go get the umbrella before going!"

Just as the little prince was about to say no, he raised his eyes and saw Chuntao was extremely serious, so he let her go: "Well, I am waiting here."

With a word stuck in her throat, Chuntao silently stared at An Qihe.

An Qihe thought to himself that I didn't say anything just now, why are you staring at me.

Chuntao sighed with a look of rotten wood that could not be carved, and she was indisputable: "Why don't you use your palm to help the little prince shade the sun?"

"Oh oh oh." An Qihe quickly responded, raising his hand to block the sunlight above the little prince's head, feeling a burst of fear in his heart.

But I didn't expect that he, a dignified president, would be trained here like a dog in the water.

Chuntao turned around and ran to get the umbrella, sighing in her heart.

I really don't know how good this An Qihe is, what kind of ecstasy soup did the young prince eat, why did he fall in love with An Qihe?