The old man lost his memory again

After making a fuss on the road for a while, the boy had already woken up when the three of them arrived.

His head was almost shapeless, his eyes looked at the little prince with tears in his eyes, his nose sucked and sucked from time to time, it was very pitiful.

Cheng Feiliang stood in the room without saying a word.

An Qihe looked away: What's going on?

Cheng Feiliang glanced at him: That's what you see.

An Qihe looked back: Then what do you know?

Cheng Feiliang swept him with the corners of his eyes: he just woke up.

An Qihe's heart: get it, get it, get it.

The meaning of dislike is not concealed.

The little prince watched the two flirtatiously from the side, feeling puzzled in his heart.

Can't help but ask: "Cheng guard, An Qihe?"

The two of them cheered up violently.

Cheng Feiliang: "This subordinate is under the command of the prince."

An Qihe: "I am here."

The little prince hesitated to speak: "Are you two okay?"

Cheng Feiliang and An Qihe exchanged glances, and he asked, "Why did the prince say that?"

An Qihe had a strong desire to survive: "I have nothing to do with him!"

The little prince looked at him inexplicably: "Is this king suspicious of your relationship with Guard Cheng?"

An Qihe: "No!"

The little prince hummed twice, indicating that An Qihe, you are dead.

Then I asked, "What were you looking at just now?"

Cheng Feiliang: "The eyelids are cramped."

An Qihe: "The eyelids are cramped."

The little prince: "..."

I believe you bad old man.

Cheng Feiliang glanced at An Qihe, saying that you don't want to steal my lines.

An Qihe rolled his eyes back, expressing that they spoke in unison just now.

The little prince was deeply aware of being ignored, so the two of them simply ignored him, walked up to the boy's bedside, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Little... lord?" The young man asked with a hoarse voice, slightly puzzled. He had just woken up and reacted slowly. Although there was no major problem with his body, his spirit seemed to be more complicated than that of the little lord.

After a long while, he spoke again: "Where is my mother?"

Everyone: "?"

"You...remember what?" The little prince was not sure, he knew that the boy had lost his memory, maybe it was because he fell from the carriage this time and smashed his head back.

The boy opened his mouth, but his speech was still not smooth, so he said briefly: "A little."

Not much, the previously blank memory finally had some shadow, he vaguely knew a name, but he was not sure if it was his own.

But to his delight, he finally remembered that he had a family.

The little prince asked: "Who is your family and where are you?"

In the young man's mind, everyone was kneeling in the hall, all the ministers attended the ceremony, and their voices were overwhelming. He was standing next to his father, his blood was surging, and his mind echoed like a bell.

"King, queen... King, queen... My king is wise, and the queen is respectful."

Everyone present was shocked.

Cheng Feiliang immediately said: "Subordinates go to investigate."

An Qihe asked: "King? Are you the king's child? Or a king's subject?"

The young man couldn't remember, he said in a low voice: "Anwu, Anwu."

"Ango is your name?"

The young man wanted to answer, but when he raised his head, tears suddenly poured out, and the inexplicable sadness instantly plundered his entire soul.

The little prince sighed inwardly, feeling that the young man was really pitiful, so he hurriedly asked Tao Tao to stay there until Cheng Feiliang came back from investigation to see if he could be sent back, also called a family reunion.

Besides, if the boy's parents are really the princes of the neighboring country, then he can also be a favor.

It's just that I don't know which country the boy is from.

An Qihe looked at the young man inexplicably, and asked aloud: "Do you still remember us?" The young man raised his head with tears in his eyes, fixedly looked at An Qihe, and then at the little prince.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head aggrievedly.

He really doesn't remember.

These people... who are they!

The young man regained his memory, but forgot theirs again. Coupled with the fact that his identity is unknown now, it is much more difficult for An Qihe to know what happened on the day of the fireworks display.

The doctor said to rest, so everyone left the room, and the room was quiet.

An Wu was lying on the bed, shrinking his neck and hiding at the head of the bed. The gauze on the top of his head was rubbed messily by him, and his thin shoulders and neck stretched quietly. Thin lips, and then silently inserted the canine teeth into the lower lip.

The faint smell of blood and tingling reminded that everything in front of him was not an absurd dream.

An Wu was groggy, and his mind was turned upside down.

For a while, the king looked at him with a smile, and for a while, thousands of cavalry drove him to the cliff.

For a while, the queen patted his back and sang sleep songs, and for a while, he was dripping with blood, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

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The little prince wanted to comfort the boy, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

After all, he is just a little prince who usually relies on showing off his cuteness to get snacks. He has never encountered such a thing, and he doesn't know what to do.

The little prince rubbed his little head, seriously thought about the matter several times, and finally came to the conclusion: I am just a cute little prince, let An Qihe do this kind of thing.

So he handed over the matter to An Qihe and Cheng Feiliang.

After walking back a few steps, Chuntao came to report that Wen Lan had come again.

It turned out that when the young man fell off the carriage at the fireworks show, Wen Lan was so anxious that he came to the door just as the little prince was entering the palace, so he had to wait for a few days.

Don't wait any longer today, come and have a look.

You can't let people wait around, so the little prince invites people in.

An Qihe stood by his side, frowning tightly, not to mention very offensive and disrespectful to Shang Wenlan's gaze, but if anyone saw this situation, he would say that An Qihe was a slave relying on his master The momentum is shaking his face.

Chuntao felt bad when she saw it, and stepped forward to pinch him in a place where no one could see.

An Qihe was in pain, so he looked away from Wenlan, and gave Chuntao a look reluctantly.

Chuntao didn't know the twists and turns at all, she thought it was An Qihe's nose and eyes, drifting away, so she said to the young prince: "The prince is visiting, the servants don't want to disturb you, so I'll step back first."

After speaking, he tugged on An Qihe's sleeve, asking An Qihe to go with him.

An Qihe was reluctant, and was about to say that I would not leave, but in a blink of an eye, Wen Lan looked at him vaguely.

The two eyes met, and Wen Lan didn't panic at all. On the contrary, he looked at An Qihe openly and asked the little prince: "Caomin remember... this is the son who said he wanted to protect the little prince?"

The little prince nodded.

Feeling a little embarrassed after speaking, he said to An Qihe: "You go down with Chuntao first, you don't need to come in if you have nothing to do."

A few days ago, there were a lot of speculations about Wen Lan, and it was a bit embarrassing to see him again.

At the beginning, I was eagerly looking forward to Wenlan to bring some delicious food, and regarded him as a good friend, but now face to face, the little prince is a little strange.

The little prince felt a little sad, he didn't understand how this matter has come to this point, since there is no evidence at present, and he can't ask directly.

The little prince had no choice but to puff up his cheeks, and asked seriously: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Since he was a child, the little prince didn't need to think about this kind of intrigue and brainstorming games. He has always had his elder brother as his adviser in everything.

But now that he met An Qihe and knew how hard everyone worked to protect him, the little prince felt that he should also work hard and do what he could.

Even though he was reluctant in his heart and felt that it would be better to cut off contact with Wen Lan, he still endured it and hid his clenched fists under the table.

Wen Lan was polite, as if he couldn't see the little prince's intentional line of defense.

"The little prince fell off the carriage that day, the grass people were very worried, and wanted to ask the little prince how he was injured."

When the little prince thought about it, the boy was still lying in the room, his head was wrapped in circles and circles, he had lost his memory with them, and he had no idea what happened that day.

He could only say: "Thank you for your concern, but I have forgotten many things, can you tell me what happened that day?"

Wen Lan made a worried look, paused, sighed, and said that the team was halfway, and the little prince was drinking tea happily, when suddenly a villain rushed out of the team, pointing at the little prince.

Although he was stopped by Cheng Feiliang halfway, but that gangster was extremely cunning, and when he was caught, he threw the dagger in his hand at the young prince.

Prince Shun immediately helped the young prince to block it, but the young prince fell off the carriage because of being overly frightened.

In the end, Wen Lan knelt down with guilt and asked for punishment.

The little prince frowned, he seemed nervous at first, but actually he couldn't help scolding Wen Lan in his heart.

If you say something deceptive, does Prince Shun seem to be someone who will protect me?

It sounded like it was true before, but when Prince Shun's words to protect the young prince came out, the young prince believed it instead. Prince Shun definitely did not hook up with Wen Lan.

Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't be unaware that Prince Shun wanted the little prince to disappear several times.

The little prince thought about it and felt aggrieved. He didn't do anything to offend Prince Shun, but people's malice is very strange.

Even if you didn't do anything, he can still imagine you as an unforgivable sinner for no reason, wishing he could kill you too late.

Seeing that the young prince hadn't spoken for a long time, Wen Lan continued, "However, Caomin is fine seeing the young prince today, so he is relieved at last, and I ask the young prince to put your body first!"

The little prince blinked his eyes and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your concern. The doctor has also come to see it, and I can just let this king rest. If Mr. Wen is fine, then go back."

The words were subtle, and I didn't give an exact time. It sounded normal, but it fell into Wen Lan's ears, telling him not to come again if he had nothing to do. The meaning of alienation was obvious.

And he couldn't refute, so he could only nod his head, and quickly backed down.

When Wen Lan went out, he happened to bump into An Qihe at the door.

When An Qihe saw people coming out, he also learned the rules from Chuntao, and stopped releasing malicious intentions indiscriminately.

Wen Lan was a little surprised and looked at him twice more.

An Qihe smiled: "Excuse me, Mr. Wen, do you have anything to do with me?"

Wen Lan was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, and then burst into laughter, the more she laughed, the happier she became.

An Qihe frowned impatiently: "Mr. Wen is laughing at me?"

Wen Lan shook her head while laughing, and it took her a while to speak: "No, no, it's just that you look like an old friend I know, so I can't help it."

An Qihe narrowed his eyes: "Old friend?"

Wen Lan pretended to be deep and sighed: "He ran away from home more than two months ago and has not returned yet. Alas, I don't know where he went."