The old man lost his memory again

The brawny man still doesn't know what the little prince wants to do.

But when he reacted and wanted to catch the little prince immediately, the little prince had already slipped out from under their noses nimbly.

The little prince walked across the courtyard avoiding left and right, heading straight for Wen Lan's main courtyard.

The places where the two lived were not too far apart, the little prince found Wen Lan's residence not long after, and happened to see the door open from a distance.

He opened his mouth, and another voice came over him one step ahead.

"Wen Lan!"

The little prince froze and turned his head to look over.

And Prince Shun just felt that something was wrong, stopped his movements and looked at the young prince from a distance.

The little prince saw that Prince Shun's face froze immediately, and there was a half ferocious and half angry expression on his face.

In a blink of an eye, the rain was about to come, and the little prince shrank his neck in fright when he saw Prince Shun suddenly changed into a monster-like image.

Just at this moment, another voice came in.

"Prince Shun? Why are you here?"

In an instant, all the anger in Prince Shun's body dissipated, and he rubbed towards Wen Lan like a tamed big cat: "Of course this king is here to see you, why don't you let this king come?"

Wen Lan squinted his eyes, and dodged to the side unnaturally, a blush soon appeared on his face: "Cao, the grass people don't think so, it's just that it's early at the court, and Prince Shun is not in the court at this moment. Must be late."

Prince Shun let out a disdainful snort from his nose: "How can the morning court be more important than you?"

Hearing this, the young prince's teeth were sore, he thought to himself that starlings are so thick and thick, but he didn't expect to act coquettishly like this, it's really unbelievable.

Wen Lan stared slightly: "I also hope that Prince Shun will take care of the overall situation, and don't mess with the court rules for the grassroots and attract punishment."

Seeing that Wen Lan already had the intention of driving people away, Prince Shun hurriedly told the truth: "Even if you let me go, I won't be able to go. Today, the prince said he was sick and couldn't go to court, and he happened to be fine, so he took a day off."

Sick?

The little prince frowned, thinking solemnly about what happened yesterday.

"The prince is actually sick." Wen Lan also frowned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the young prince, then his face froze, and he immediately pushed Prince Shun away and stood aside.

Prince Shun: "?"

He glared at the little prince angrily.

The little prince shrank his neck timidly.

Looking at Wen Lan pitifully, he shouted aggrievedly, "Wen Lan..."

Wen Lan's heart softened, she thought that the little prince was injured, so she hurried over and asked, "What's wrong with the little prince?"

The little prince pitifully extended his palm to Wen Lan.

Wen Lan looked down.

It happened to block Prince Shun's line of sight.

From his perspective, he could see Wen Lan lowered his head not knowing what he was doing, while the little prince pouted and peeked at him from time to time.

He immediately decided that this bastard must be speaking ill of him to Wen Lan!

Without saying a word, Prince Shun stepped forward and pushed the little prince away, and hugged Wen Lan into his arms: "What are you doing!"

The little prince was suddenly pushed, and he didn't have time to react. When he came back to his senses, his butt had landed on the ground, and Ai You cried out in pain instantly, tears streaming down his chin.

Prince Shun immediately stood there in embarrassment.

He swears to God, his strength is not heavy.

At most... the little prince's body... is indeed... a little heavy...

Prince Shun looked up at the sky, pretending not to know anything.

The little prince rubbed his buttocks and stood up, with teary eyes: "Mynah, why did you push me!"

Wen Lan was also angry: "Why did Prince Shun hit the young prince so hard?"

Prince Shun: "..."

Prince Shun gritted his teeth: "This prince just wants to pull you away, and he didn't push you away."

The little prince puffed out his cheeks and stared at him.

Wen Lan also stared at him.

Prince Shun felt guilty, his eyes drifted away, and he stretched out his index finger to scratch his chin: "Probably...maybe...he has more strength."

Wen Lan didn't say a word: "Since Prince Shun really respected him, then he should compensate Prince An, right?"

Prince Shun immediately frowned: "What is my apology to him? This king..."

He got stuck in the middle of the sentence, and seeing Wen Lan's shocked expression, he finally remembered that in order to show in front of Wen Lan, he had set up a character to dote on his younger brother.

Wen Lan was surprised, her face paled, she bowed her head and stepped back a step to salute: "Caomin violated the rules, please punish Prince Shun."

Prince Shun is not willing to punish him, but now he can't blame the young prince, so he can only say with a bitter face: "No, no, no, you are right, it is the fault of this king, should I apologize to the ninth brother?" .”

After speaking, he turned his head away and said with a perfunctory look: "Ninth brother, I am sorry for you, are you willing to forgive me?"

The little prince accepted it as soon as he saw it, and immediately smiled and said it was natural.

Only then did Wen Lan smile and said, "Prince Shun came so early, but has he eaten?"

Prince Shun originally wanted to say that he would come over after eating, but then he thought about it, the little prince has never been able to afford three meals a day, and can eat more than a dozen meals a day, it seems that he will eat in Wenlan's mansion.

Wen Lan is interested in him again, and she definitely won't go out to play with him because he abandoned the little prince, so after thinking about it, she abruptly changed what she just wanted to say to: "To be honest, this king is in a hurry to go out, and I haven't used it yet." .”

It's just that Prince Shun has calculated thousands of times, but never did. It's fine for Wen Lan to accompany the young prince for dinner, and he wants to take the young prince with him whenever he goes out.

Talking about how the guests can’t leave people alone in the mansion when they come, talking about the little prince who has never gone out to play and wanted to take him out to play, talking about the reason why the prince pushed him away just now, this can be regarded as paying for him.

It fell into the ears of Prince Shun, it was sour, I thought what the hell is the little prince, his mansion is not far away, if you don't go back to your own mansion to play, what's the point of running out to occupy his Wen Lan?

Turning around, he urged his men to go to Prince An's Mansion, asking them to take him away.

The little prince didn't know it yet, so he ran in front, eating this and looking at that, laughing until his eyes almost narrowed.

Only occasionally I still think of the one who suffered a thousand knives, and now no one has come out to look for it. When I read An Qihe's hurtful words, the little prince felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't want to tell others.

After walking around in the morning, he was exhausted with a smile on his face. Seeing that the two of them still had the strength to go on a cruise, he had to return Wen Lan to Prince Shun, who had almost turned into a jealous vat, and found a teahouse and booked a private room for rest.

As soon as the door was closed and the people retreated, the little prince pulled down his smiling face.

He was still holding the teahouse's latest refreshments in his arms, but before he closed the door and turned around, his tears fell down.

The little prince didn't want to cry in his heart. He was a man and shouldn't cry, but he couldn't stop his grievances. When there were many people, he could barely suppress the discomfort. When the surrounding area was empty, it was as if he had been abandoned by others. Those joys were like sea tides. Back away, getting farther and farther away from him.

The little prince had no strength to hold back his tears, wiped them away with his sleeve, sniffed and turned his head——

It hit a solid and powerful chest.

The little prince was startled, and quickly raised his head to look at An Qihe.

He took a closer look, and it was An Qihe with a stinky face.

An Qihe doesn't get angry very often, he either handles business with a deadpan face, or treats others with gentleness, at most he vents it out by himself, and never shows it in front of others.

After coming here, all he wanted was to take care of the little prince. He got angry at the bad guys and was used to the little prince, so when he showed an angry face, he was taken aback.

The little prince raised his heart.

"Did you have fun coming out?" Before he got close to An Qihe, he lowered his voice, which meant to settle accounts after autumn. The little prince took a step back in fear, hugged the snack box tightly, and stared straight in the eyes Stare at the lines above.

"Why are you angry..." The little prince clenched his fingers and said something reluctantly.

"Do you know how much everyone is worried about you?" An Qihe's anxiety in his heart suddenly turned into anger. When he thought of getting news from Prince Shun's men this morning that the little prince was in the hands of Prince Shun, his whole mind was full of thoughts. There is a picture of the poor little prince being beaten.

After chasing all the way here, I realized that I was so worried about the little prince, and he would be able to catch fish and go boating with Prince Shun, who has always been incompatible with each other.

His worries turned into jokes.

Only then did An Qihe sneak into the teahouse, waiting for him here.

Running out was a temporary act, and when he was lying on the bed last night, he didn't think about it. The little prince knew that he was at fault, so he lowered his head in frustration.

But anyone can blame anyone, but An Qihe absolutely can't.

The little prince didn't want to talk to him, he just lowered his head.

"Little prince, did you hurt just now?" An Qihe calmed down after venting his anger, raised his hand to touch the little prince's forehead, and felt relieved when he saw that it was only a little red, "Everyone was very worried about the little prince last night. Will you go back in a while?"

The little prince tightened the dim sum in his arms, and then took a step back.

That posture, obviously did not want to talk to him yet.

An Qihe scratched his ears anxiously.

After thinking about it in my heart, the source is only what he said to the little prince yesterday.

Did he not want An Qihe to know that he could make that kind of sacrifice for An Qihe?

Or do you feel ashamed because you were exposed?

No matter which answer, An Qihe was unwilling to listen.

He took a deep breath: "My lord, I will pretend that I don't know what happened that day, and from now on...don't mention it again, and don't do it again, okay?"

But after hearing this, the little prince's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rolled in his eyes, but he tried his best not to let the tears fall out.

"You don't understand at all."

"An Qihe, you bastard!"

"What do you think of this king?"

"This king didn't do anything! This king really just sent fried chicken!"

"An Qihe! This king never wants to see you again!"

After finishing speaking, the little prince slammed the dim sum on him, the delicate wooden box hit his solid chest, and immediately fell apart, the fragments scratched An Qihe's cheek, the little prince's heart tightened a bit, and then he remembered , and hurriedly ran away from the door.

However, An Qihe didn't give him this chance.

As soon as the little prince stepped out, he was pulled into his arms and locked him tightly. An Qihe hugged him tightly in a panic. The panic that he couldn't find anyone after searching all night yesterday came back again. I am afraid that the little prince will really find no one if he runs away again this time, even if he is tied up, he must tie the little prince by his side.

The little prince was about to suffocate, he screamed in pain, and desperately pushed or hammered his chest with his hands.

An Qihe didn't dare to let go, afraid of hurting him, so he let the person in his arms struggle until he felt the movement in his arms gradually become smaller.

But at this moment, there was a cold in front of him, the little prince finally couldn't bear it, tightened An Qihe's clothes, and cried aggrievedly.