The old man lost his memory again

The little prince said he was happy, but the prince was not happy at all.

He racked his brains and couldn't figure it out, and finally waited for his father and queen mother to leave the palace, and was about to take the little prince away to eat, but there was a mistake in some link, which made the little prince be the first to go.

It's really uncomfortable to see someone you like praise another man in front of you, especially if the little prince praises his ability, he even brings private goods to praise him for his handsomeness!

The prince had a smile on his face, and his heart was shaking wildly on the little prince's shoulder like a gust of wind.

He roared angrily: "Aren't you handsome? Is it not good-looking to be alone? Ah!"

Being able to leave without flipping the table under such circumstances is all due to his qualities as a royal heir.

But the little prince, who had repeatedly stepped on the prince's bottom line, wanted to dance on it without knowing it. After a while, he stopped to see if the prince had eaten. His expression was more serious than the queen checking the prince's homework.

The little prince hoped that An Qihe would be recognized by the prince, which would be of great help to An Qihe's future path, so seeing that the prince hadn't finished eating, he couldn't help frowning, and asked pitifully.

"The prince doesn't like to eat?"

The prince clenched his fists in his palms, and slowly raised his eyes, seeing that everyone was concentrating on eating fried chicken at the moment, and no one noticed it at all.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the little prince's soft palm.

The little prince blinked in confusion: "Are the prince's hands cold again?"

Then he felt something was wrong: "The prince's hands are not cold."

Before he could finish speaking, a shadow came down, the prince actually restrained the little prince's movements, not allowing him the slightest chance to escape, and then he leaned forward to kiss the lips that he was thinking of.

The little prince was frightened and stared blankly at the enlarged handsome face with his eyes wide open.

He was so frightened that he held his breath and remained motionless with a white face. He couldn't believe what the prince had just done to him.

The prince moved away after a moment, and then suddenly fell into the neck of the little prince.

The little prince came back to his senses and quickly supported the prince.

The prince said weakly: "I'm sorry, little emperor uncle, Gu...Gu feels a little uncomfortable."

The little prince couldn't help it, thinking that it might be caused by the prince's accident just now, so he had to divert his attention and asked Wen Xianggong to prepare a guest room and send the prince in.

I don't know why the prince went crazy, he refused to see the imperial doctor, and only asked the maid to bring herbal tea and snacks.

Seeing that he was lying on the couch and looking recovered, the little prince hurriedly said: "Since the prince is fine, I will leave first."

The prince hastily stretched out his hand to grab the young prince's robe: "Won't the little prince stay with me?"

The little prince froze.

The prince noticed something, but he still clenched his fingers unwillingly: "Gu... Gu just... I just lost my mind, I never thought of doing that to Little Huangshu, I'm really sorry..."

The little prince frowned and turned around, seeing the prince's appearance of admitting that he had done something wrong, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"The crown prince also didn't intend to do it. It was just an accident. If the king doesn't care about it, please ask the crown prince to take care of his body. I have something to do, so I will go back first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the crown prince to persuade him to stay, he immediately walked out.

The prince watched the back of the little prince leaving, and his ten fingers sank deeply into the flesh of the palm, pressing out four small pits.

The force was so great that the skin was pinched and a little bit of blood leaked out.

On the other side, the little prince simply stated that he wanted to go back, rejected Wen Xianggong's persuasion, and left Wen Xiang's mansion.

Before leaving, he got an order of [-] copies from Wen Xianggong, so he barely smiled.

It's just that he held the order note and held his lips and didn't smile for a long time, when he caught a glimpse of An Qihe among the servants waiting at the door to take him back to his residence.

The little prince was anxious to think about the past, the incident between Cai Cai and the prince flashed through his mind, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, and even slowed down his steps.

He was a little overwhelmed, and moved over slowly, An Qihe didn't react too much, he lowered his head and said he had seen the prince when he saw someone approaching.

The little prince couldn't figure out whether he had seen what happened just now, or whether he was angry, so he had to look at the person a few more times before turning around to get into the sedan chair.

As soon as he got to the sedan chair, he realized something was wrong.

The chassis of the sedan chair is very high, and it is usually carried on a cushion, and the servants help to step on it, and in some countries, the servants even have to step on the back of the sedan chair.

The little prince is not tall and has short legs, so he couldn't get up by himself, but An Qihe, who usually took care of him to the extreme, didn't help him carry the stool.

It's over, it's angry.

The little prince thumped in his heart, and turned his head to look at An Qihe.

An Qihe was indifferent, but the staff next to him were quick to help take down the stool and helped the little prince up.

In the presence of a large audience, the little prince couldn't even ask An Qihe, so he had to get on the sedan chair with a heavy heart.

Dangling all the way back to the mansion, when the little prince opened the car curtain and got out of the car, he immediately realized that An Qihe was gone.

Where did you go?

The little prince had a sad face, not knowing what to do.

When he entered the mansion, Chuntao rushed up to greet him, seeing the young prince's frowning face, she quickly asked, "But you were wronged in Wen Xianggong's mansion?"

The little prince shook his head and looked into the courtyard.

Chuntao followed her gaze and immediately understood what the little prince wanted to say.

"Servant, go and call someone." After speaking, Chuntao pulled the little prince to sit down at the table under the shade of the tree, and walked out quickly.

After a while, he brought An Qihe over.

An Qihe still had that indifferent expression, he couldn't tell if he was angry, but the little prince could tell he was angry at a glance.

His little hands under the table were immediately clenched, and he said hoarsely: "Qihe Chong..."

"What does the prince want from me?" An Qihe suddenly asked.

The little prince glanced at An Qihe, An Qihe still maintained the posture just now, and didn't even look at the order paper on the table in front of him.He became uneasy, but still replied obediently: "My lord...I really have something to do with you."

After finishing speaking, let Chuntao go down, he wanted to talk to An Qihe and the two of them.

Chuntao had no choice but to back down.

"An Qihe, my lord..." the little prince plucked up his courage and spoke again, "This lord didn't tell you that I went to the birthday party of Mr. Wen Xianggong and his beloved daughter today, so I brought something you made. The fried chicken is for everyone to try, this is Wen Xianggong himself thinks it is delicious, and the order was placed with the help of King Tuoben."

"Thank you, my lord." When An Qihe replied, his expression was still indifferent, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

The little prince's anxiety was getting higher and higher, and he couldn't help being a little anxious, and asked in a raised voice: "What's the matter with you, An Qihe! Speak up!"

An Qihe slowly raised his eyes and looked at the little prince.

Even though he felt very distressed when he saw such a young prince, the scene that he accidentally caught sight of when he was anxiously looking for the young prince in the crowd always flashed in his mind.

After a long time, An Qihe sighed: "I just think that I'm not worthy of the little prince."

The little prince's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he stared blankly at An Qihe.

"What...is it worth it, my lord, I want to treat you well, you..."

In the middle of the little prince's intermittent speech, An Qihe interrupted: "I know all of this, but I don't want the little prince to make such a big sacrifice for me."

Since An Qihe was sure that he liked the little prince, he took the initiative to take care of the little prince as his primary duty. He hoped that the little prince would always be happy, simple and innocent, instead of selling his lust for him as he saw. Change a list.

He also knew that the little prince didn't understand everything he saw on the surface, and he remembered everything he said to the young boy that day, but the bottom line was that he couldn't sacrifice himself for An Qihe.

An Qihe pressed his sore brows, and said: "Young prince really doesn't have to be like this."

With a sound of "bang", the little prince slapped the table and stood up, angrily said: "An Qihe, who are you as my king!"

It was the first time that An Qihe saw the little prince so angry, and he couldn't help being shocked.

The little prince angrily pushed away the chair and stood up, and walked in front of him, still a soft lump, but this time the anger was different from usual.

"What do you take my king for!"

An Qihe said: "Prince An, the emperor's younger brother."

The little prince's throat choked, and he asked angrily, "What else?"

An Qihe paused, and said, "My sweetheart."

The little prince calmed down slightly, but his anger was still strong: "Who do you think this prince is?"

An Qihe said: "A very good person."

The eyes of the little prince who was hit by the good guy's card turned even redder: "You, did you see what happened to this king and the prince?"

An Qihe didn't expect to be hit by this matter, took a breath, and then nodded silently.

But I never thought that the little prince would burst into tears like this.

In fact, the little prince didn't want to cry, but the tears couldn't be stopped, and the fire would fall out, which made his momentum weak.

The little prince raised his hand to wipe his tears, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Seeing that An Qihe wanted to come over to help him wipe his tears, his anger couldn't come from one place, he pushed the person away bitterly, turned around and ran out.

With the little prince's short legs, An Qihe couldn't catch up, but after all, the little prince was really angry and didn't want to be chased by him. An Qihe hurriedly chased to the door, but he couldn't find the little prince.

An Qihe was nervous, there were still many people outside who were eager to take the little prince's life, why did the little prince run out like this.

He hurried to find Cheng Feiliang and told him about the little prince running away.

Cheng Feiliang frowned and asked him: "The little prince ran out, why didn't you follow?"

An Qihe was in distress, and told the whole picture after a while.

Cheng Feiliang laughed back in anger: "An Qihe, you are so courageous."

An Qihe only felt that there was a thousand catties on his neck. He regretted it very much, but he couldn't refute it: "Yes, I was wrong."

It's just that it's important to find someone now, An Qihe said: "Let's find the prince first."

"Do you know where you went wrong?" Cheng Feiliang was not in a hurry to find someone, but asked the same question as the little prince with his arms folded, "Who are you as the little prince?"

An Qihe didn't think too much, and repeated his answer just now.

Imagining the pitiful disappointment of the little prince being stabbed in the heart and lungs by a good man, Cheng Feiliang wished he could kill him on the spot with a sword.

He touched the hilt of the sword, but he didn't make a move after all.

With a sneer, he said, "Okay, you can continue to think about it this way, if you can't figure it out, you can get out."

After finishing speaking, he ignored An Qihe, jumped over the wall alone, and disappeared after a few strokes.

An Qihe stood there blankly, unable to figure out what was wrong with him.

After searching like this, until night fell, An Qihe couldn't find the whereabouts of the little prince.