The old man lost his memory again

Chuntao burst into tears, she was about to stare once when she saw An Qihe, her eyes were so tired from staring, but she couldn't think of anything to do.

After finally waiting for Cheng Feiliang to come back, An Qihe immediately got up and walked forward: "How is it?"

Cheng Feiliang glanced at him: "Have you figured it out?"

An Qihe paused, then shook his head.

"That's why I haven't found it yet."

An Qihe: "???"

He frowned, and rarely got angry: "Why is the matter of the little prince so trifling? If the little prince is still wandering outside, what should he do if he meets bad people? Or have you found the little prince but refuse to explain to me?"

Cheng Feiliang shook his head: "I didn't find the person, but if you want to understand the reason, the little prince will naturally find it."

An Qihe looked incomprehensible, and even thought that Cheng Feiliang deliberately hid the little prince from meeting him.

But at any rate, Cheng Feiliang knew where the little prince was, no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to give up, nodding and saying that he would figure it out as soon as possible.

Cheng Feiliang snorted and didn't talk to him again, instead he told Chuntao to prepare food at all times, in case the little prince came back, he could still have some warm food.

Chuntao nodded quickly, turned around and plunged into the kitchen.

Cheng Feiliang also turned and walked out.

As soon as he went out, his face fell down.

An Qihe's guess was only half right, he knew that if An Qihe really knew that he was wrong, then the little prince would definitely be able to find him.

But if the little prince doesn't want others to know his location, even he can't find the trace of the little prince.

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed again.

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The little prince didn't know where he should run.

I don't want to go back to my home, and I can't go to the palace either.

He had only quarreled with the prince during the day, so he couldn't go back now with a shy face, and when he thought of the prince, he felt complicated, and he didn't even want to think about the deeper direction.

The other brothers are not in the imperial city now, let alone Prince Shun.

The little prince doesn't know many people, and there are not many places he can go. Thinking about it this way, it seems that only Wen Lan can go.

With complicated emotions, the little prince knocked on the door of Wen Mansion.

When the gatekeeper saw the young prince, he didn't know who he was, but seeing his noble attire, he asked respectfully, "Who are you looking for?"

The little prince put on a smiling face: "My lord, I'm here to find Wen Lan."

"Your Excellency is..."

"King An."

"Okay!" Hearing Wang An's name, the servant immediately cheered up, hurriedly invited the little prince into the room, and ran to Wenlan's room to report.

Wen Lan was picking up a cup of tea at the moment, and just about to drink the warm tea, when he heard this sentence, he paused and asked, "Are there anyone else around?"

The servant said: "I didn't see anyone else."

Wen Lan frowned slightly: "Did anyone see you on the way here?"

The servant thought for a while and said, "There is no one on the road, but maybe it might be."

Wen Lan put the tea back on the table, stood up with a smile, and patted on the clothes on her body: "Aren't you inviting people in?"

The little prince waited in the main hall for a while, and even ate two pieces of snacks brought by the servants, and then saw Wen Lan walking in with a gentle smile.

"Prince An." Wen Lan bowed, glanced at the snacks on his plate, and saw that the little prince was eating happily, so he didn't have time to speak, so he vaguely asked him not to be polite, and then he was choked, and he picked it up quickly. The teacup on the side took several sips.

Wen Lan immediately said to the servants: "How do you treat guests? Why don't you ask East Chef to cook a new meal?"

The little prince was choking with tears all over his face, Wen Lan stepped forward, gently hugged the little prince into his arms, fisted his right hand, and followed his back one by one.

And his little finger revealed a little silvery white light.

The little prince drank half a pot of tea before he stopped coughing.

He said embarrassingly: "It's so late to bother you, didn't it delay your rest?"

"Prince An is willing to come, but it's too late for the grass people to be happy." Wen Lan smiled softly, took back the silver, and then asked again, "Why did Prince An leave the mansion alone? Where are the people from An Qihe?"

The little prince got angry when he mentioned this name, and his cheeks puffed up, but he is a prince, how could he tell outsiders such words as quarreling with his servants and running away in anger?

The little prince was silent for a long time, and then he blinked and said, "This king...this king came here specially to find Mr. Wen."

Wen Lan raised half of her brows: "Oh? Then, does Prince An have anything to tell the grassroots?"

"It's not an order." The little prince opened his eyes wide and asked seriously, "An Qihe told me earlier that you told him that you actually knew him, right?"

Wen Lan showed a surprised expression, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

"Caomin isn't sure yet, it just feels like it. Caomin wanted to confirm it after meeting the guards, but he didn't expect to make the little prince worry."

The little prince blushed immediately, and said loudly, "Ben... I'm not worried!"

Wen Lan smiled wryly, with the look of a man in bitter love, as if hearing his sweetheart mention someone else in front of him, it was extra sour.

The little prince's mind flashed, and he thought of what the prince had done to him during the day.

Quickly stopped the speculation in his heart, the little prince shook his head, and said with a guilty conscience: "My lord, I don't mean that, you, don't misunderstand me!"

Wen Lan saw his extremely disgusted look, but her ears turned red again, she shook her head helplessly, and said: "The grass people naturally believe what the little prince said, but if the little prince can pretend to be better when comforting the grass people, the grass people will be more serious." Happy."

The little prince jumped up as if someone stepped on his painful foot, Wen Lan immediately knelt down: "The grass people offend the prince, please punish him!"

The little prince couldn't say anything more.

The other party likes him, and he also has a sweetheart. In this case, it is really unfair to Wen Lan that the little prince still tells Wen Lan a lie that can be seen through at a glance.

The little prince shrank himself into a ball, embarrassed to speak.

After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Speaking of which... Wen Lan, are you... on good terms with Myna?"

Wen Lan froze for a moment, and suddenly smiled with the corners of her lips raised.

The little prince suddenly felt that he was being tricked, his face turned red with annoyance, and his eyes glared at Wen Lan: "Okay, you plan on me!"

"If you don't count the little prince, how can you know where the little prince's true heart is?"

The little prince was guilty of being laughed at by Wen Lan, turned his face away and moaned: "My king's heart is in my body, how can it be anywhere else!"

He wouldn't give it to that fool!

snort!

However, having said that, his heart was still very empty, so he had no choice but to bring up the topic just now and divert his attention: "But Wen Lan... Are you really getting along with my brother?"

It's not all right, but the relationship between the two has indeed changed.

Naturally, Wen Lan could get rid of the relationship immediately, but if she did, Prince Shun might make a fuss the next day.

Besides...

Wen Lan's ears turned red.

Mentally, you can get rid of it, but physically... you can't get rid of it anyway.

The little prince stared at the suspicious blush on his earlobe, and was about to ask something more, but Wen Lan interrupted him first: "It's getting late now, the guest room has been prepared, and I would like to ask the little prince to rest early."

After speaking, he left as if fleeing.

The next day, the little prince was woken up by the sun.

When he opened his eyes, there was light in his eyes. After he grunted, he turned his head away, habitually wanting to touch the person beside him.

However, he didn't find anyone after touching for a while, but he did feel the hard bamboo mat under his body.

There are birds chirping, chatting, and the sound of walking back and forth stomping on the ground.

The little prince covered his head with the quilt, trying to block out the external sound, but was awakened by the heat instead.

After waking up, the sound became more and more obvious, and it was not just the sound, he also smelled the fragrance of Albizia Julibrissin, which was not his usual scent.

Now the little prince finally remembered where he was, and sat up with his messy hair.

The little prince put on his clothes slowly, and walked out of the room slowly.

Outside the door, a few strong men were carrying several large boxes into the courtyard. The uniform red uniforms of these people formed a sharp contrast with the servants in the mansion, who were watching anxiously. Watch them move around.

The old housekeeper stepped forward to persuade him: "Master, my lord, the younger one is telling the truth, this yard is really not where my young master lives."

The strong man who was stopped had a look of disapproval: "No, it doesn't matter, we have too many things to deliver, and it can't be filled in a yard. Get up, old man, and be careful to hurt you!"

The old housekeeper looked worried: "My lord, you can't do this, what if you wake up the lord who lives in this courtyard?"

Having said this, the strong man stopped in his tracks, but threw the things on his shoulders to the ground, and grabbed the old butler by his collar: "You can't talk nonsense, Mr. Wen even invited someone else Come to live? Still a prince? Aren’t you afraid that our prince will be angry? Do you still dare to invite people here? Why don’t you send them away quickly?”

The old housekeeper took his hand with all his strength, and slapped him hard a few times before he told the strong man to put him down, and hurriedly looked at the door trembling. He happened to meet the eyes of the little prince, and he jumped up immediately, his calf As soon as she softened, she knelt down: "Please, Lord An, forgive me!"

These strong men also stopped their movements, and the leader narrowed his eyes and sized up the young prince for a while, but he was also bold and impolite. He only stared for a moment and then turned his head to threaten the old housekeeper: "Our master must have the right to do this." Do you know how angry you are?"

The old butler was not easy to offend on both sides, and his brows were almost tied together: "You, you can't say that, we..."

The strong man raised his eyebrows before he finished speaking, turned his head and said arrogantly to the young prince: "I have met Prince An, I wonder why Prince An is here?"

The little prince just felt baffled: "Why can't this king appear here?"

The strong man laughed twice as if he had heard some joke, which was enough to see how Prince Shun usually mentioned the little prince in front of them: "Our prince said that unless he stares, we can't let Prince An and Mr. Wen Together."

The little prince looked puzzled: "Jealous!"

I probably didn't expect the little prince's focus to be here. The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly adjusted: "In short, the little prince doesn't want to make things difficult for us, right? Then I would like to ask the little prince to leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, our prince will come over after a while..."

He deliberately lengthened the ending tune, intending to make the little prince panic, but the expected panic did not appear, the little prince just yawned lazily and asked him: "Now tell Wenlan about the relationship between my king and myna?" gone?"

The strong man shook his head inexplicably.

Then I saw the little prince with a provocative smile: "Then I will welcome the starling well!"