The old man lost his memory again

The little prince was injured, so everyone naturally refused to ask him to help. The worker who thought he was a helper was surprised when he heard about this situation.

Therefore, the little prince has not been able to practice his knife skills.

Laifuke got started quickly, and soon got on the right track, and there was no need for An Qihe to supervise and help, and the emperor and queen returned to the palace after the sacrifice.

The little prince was nestled in An Qihe's arms to read the storybook, and when he saw something exciting, Chuntao went into the room to report that people from the palace had come.

At first, the little prince thought it was the prince's news and didn't want to hear it. Seeing Chuntao's hesitation, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Chun Tao said: "The emperor sent you a message to let the prince enter the palace immediately."

The book in the little prince's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

His face was shocked for only a moment, and joy was revealed in a blink of an eye: "It's the emperor's brother who is back! Do you want me to go there now?"

"I want the prince to enter the palace tomorrow."

The little prince nodded, bent down to pick up the notebook on the ground, patted the dirt on it, and continued to look down with a happy face.

An Qihe just regarded this as an ordinary visit and didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his hand and pinched the little prince's fleshy paw, and asked, "How long will the little prince come back from this trip?"

The little prince paused for a moment, probably thinking about it, and then said: "It can be as little as a day or two, or as much as half a month. Don't worry, this king will return home as soon as possible."

After speaking, he patted his chest.

Seeing how cute he is, An Qihe couldn't help hugging him and kissing him twice: "But the little prince has not yet entered the palace, so I miss him, what should I do?"

The little prince rolled his eyes twice, folded the unfinished page of the story book and put it on the table, then suddenly raised his head and kissed An Qihe's chin.

Then he took the initiative to turn over, pressed his shoulders, straddled An Qihe's lap, rubbed it lightly twice, his little face suddenly turned red as if bleeding, and slowly raised his hand to pull the clothes away.

An Qihe froze and didn't move at all, he only felt his blood surge up, and he suddenly had the urge to spray nosebleeds.

I think he has done it with the little prince many times, but the little prince never took the initiative.

I didn't expect to have such a benefit today.

The little prince didn't know how to take the initiative, he had already reached his limit in doing this, he blushed and thought about it, and leaned over to kiss An Qihe.

Within two seconds, the little prince was fixed in this position by An Qihe, and he was given a hard meal.

In the middle of the night, the cloud and rain gradually subsided, and the little prince had no strength, and he was lying on the bed and sleeping in the dark.

An Qihe bullied him too badly, so he went to get the ointment for the little prince, but the moment he left, trouble broke out again.

As soon as An Qihe came back, he saw two people standing in the room, one of them was holding a shining dagger, which was about to stab the young prince's heart. An Qihe quickly knocked down the dagger with ointment, and rushed to fight with the two of them. stand up.

The two of them were better at martial arts than the previous ones, and they were able to handle An Qihe as well. They were stalemate for a while, but after a while, Cheng Feiliang found out that something was wrong, rushed in and beat him violently.

An Qihe took into account that the little prince was sleeping and didn't want to kill people by his side, so he led them out.

As a result, the other party was very cunning, taking advantage of An Qihe's exit from the room, he suddenly turned around and took out a silver needle to stab the little prince.

An Qihe was terrified when he saw it, and when he realized it, the silver needle had already pierced his chest.

In an instant, dense stinging pain penetrated into the body along the eye of the needle, An Qihe gritted his teeth and wiped the knife, and then pulled out the silver needle.

Cheng Feiliang also immediately got rid of the other one, stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing?"

An Qihe was still able to speak, but when he opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

The little prince woke up the next day, but he didn't see An Qihe, the palace people urged him urgently, he dragged his tired, panicked buttocks into the chariot.

An Qihe was thrown into a room and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took before An Qihe surfaced consciously. He gradually remembered that he was hit by the silver needle before he fell into a coma, but he didn't know anything after that.

He felt as if he was in a completely dark room, there was nothing in it, not even a door.

He probably realized that he was in a dream, or subconscious place, but he couldn't get out.

Everything was tried, but he couldn't wake up.

He couldn't feel the passage of time, he didn't know how long it had been outside, and he didn't know if the little prince was frightened by his situation, or if his eyes were full of tears, as if he was about to cry and barely held back his tears.

He searched for a long time in the darkness, and finally found a faint light spot.

He ran towards the light spot, and as the light spot got closer and closer, the light spot became bigger and bigger, and finally enveloped his whole body, dispelling the darkness all at once.

He heard someone say, "The prince is getting married."

An Qihe woke up suddenly.

Looking up, he found that it was Cheng Feiliang.

Cheng Feiliang snorted coldly: "Finally woke up?"

An Qihe looked with his fingers, and found that his body was already under his control, but he didn't have much strength.

He propped himself up to sit up, and shook his head helplessly: "Brother Cheng, don't say such things just to wake me up, it's scary."

"I think you'll wake up immediately." Cheng Feiliang disagreed.

An Qihe heard the heaviness inside, and laughed, "It seems that you are really worried about me."

"No." Cheng Feiliang retorted immediately.

An Qihe smiled and said nothing.

Cheng Feiliang was speechless, too lazy to say this, and suddenly said without beginning or end: "It's true."

"Are you worried about my business?"

"That's fake." Cheng Feiliang said emphatically, "The little prince is getting married, congratulations on catching up."

An Qihe: "?"

He widened his eyes: "I just woke up, and the little prince is going to marry me?"

Cheng Feiliang gave him a white look: "It's not with you."

An Qihe smiled: "The little prince will not agree to marry someone else."

Cheng Feiliang said indifferently: "The emperor refers to marriage."

An Qihe's smile froze on his face, and then he kneaded into a heavy one: "Really?"

Cheng Feiliang never lied: "It's true."

An Qihe lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but his calves softened as soon as his feet stood on the ground, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, he quickly pressed the bed board with his eyesight.

Then he barely raised his head: "I... how long have I been asleep?"

"More than a year."

An Qihe froze as if he was suffocating.

Cheng Feiliang continued to speak softly: "During this period, the young prince has not been able to come back, so we have not told the young prince about you. The emperor intends to marry, and the young prince cannot disagree."

An Qihe took a deep breath, trying to maintain his rationality: "The object of marriage... who is it?"

Cheng Feiliang said: "Wen Lan."

There was a bang in An Qihe's head, and the nerve called reason broke.

He immediately turned his head to look at the door, gritted his teeth and braced himself up to walk towards the door.

The body that just woke up didn't have any strength yet, and after walking a few steps, he was tired and sweating profusely. He saw the door getting closer, but his eyes became more and more blurred.

how?

He still wants to find the little prince.

He also wanted to ask why.

Why can it be Wen Lan but not him?

He wanted to see the emperor and be with the little prince.

His intestines turned green with regret, he should not have let go of the young prince's hand that day, nor should he have let the young prince enter the palace without noticing.

If he had known this would be the result, he would definitely not be able to send the little prince out.

However, everything has come in no hurry.

A trembling and skinny hand barely touched the door, An Qihe gasped, raised his trembling legs, and was about to step out when Cheng Feiliang's voice came from behind.

"What's the use of you in the past now? Given your current situation, I'm afraid you died on the way before reaching the palace."

An Qihe's thin lips were pursed into a line that was about to break, and he tried his best to support his strength, but his back seemed to have been hit hard, so he could only bend down.

"Then... what can I do?" An Qihe really had no choice.

He was still not so clear-headed, but he was so shocked by the news of the explosion that he didn't have time to react, he just wanted to find the little prince.

If he was in better health and no one stopped him, he might have already abducted the little prince and eloped.

Cheng Feiliang sighed. Although he didn't like An Qihe, he didn't like Wen Lan even more than An Qihe.

Besides, the wishful thinking between the little prince and An Qihe is visible to the naked eye.

"The little prince has been procrastinating. The wedding is on the first day of next month. He is waiting for you."

Hearing this, An Qihe breathed a sigh of relief, and became anxious again in an instant: "He...has he been waiting for a long time?"

Cheng Feiliang paused, and said, "If you want to know, you should go and see him yourself. If you want to have a future between you, don't look at him like this."

An Qihe nodded, after he calmed down, he figured it out.

It is impossible for him to do anything now, it is better to put everything aside for the time being, even if he needs a CD to make a big move, but now he can't even beat a small soldier.

An Qihe slowly crawled back on the bed, thought for a while and then asked: "Then how is my shop?"

Haven't shown up for a year, I'm afraid the shop is gone.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Feiliang said: "After you fell into a coma and entered the palace again, Mr. Gu assumed the responsibility of the person in charge, and said that he would repay your kindness and help you manage the shop until you woke up. "

An Qihe was moved but also surprised: "Didn't he go back to his country?"

Cheng Feiliang nodded: "He said he likes it here, and he doesn't want to go back for the time being, let alone..."

He paused before continuing, "He really wants to learn your fried chicken recipe, and he doesn't want to go back to a country without fried chicken."

An Qihe laughed, he didn't expect Gu Dongya to fall in love with his fried chicken so much.

Smiling and laughing, he felt tired and soon lay down and fell asleep. Cheng Feiliang also walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

the other side.

Royal Palace.

It was late at night, and the palace of An Wang was still brightly lit.

The little prince was sitting alone by the window, flipping through a book that had been turned over, his little feet dangling back and forth.

Seeing the fascinated place, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

At this time, the breeze blows.

A tall and black figure appeared behind him.

The little prince moved his fingers and turned to the next page.

A low voice came from behind.

"Ye Hanling."

The little prince was startled, and the chair made a sharp sound as it rubbed against the ground.

He looked in horror at the more mature and more stable yet more dangerous His Royal Highness in front of him, he couldn't help taking a step back, and just remembered his luggage: "Your Highness."

The prince took a step forward: "Ye Hanling!"

The little prince shrank his neck and said frightened: "Why is the prince looking for this prince?"

The prince did not say a word, his eyes were fixed on the young prince, and he slowly raised his feet and approached step by step.

The little prince took a few steps back subconsciously, and realized that there was a wall behind him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Prince..."

Probably because he finally felt the resistance from the young prince, the prince stopped his steps just now, but his eyes still did not let go of the young prince, and the young prince who was pressing directly on him did not dare to raise his head.

After a while, the prince's voice came from above his head: "Is the little emperor unwilling to make friends with Gu? It is obvious that the little emperor used to be the best friend with Gu."

The little prince thought to himself that you were still as cute as a little dumpling before, if I knew that you would become like this when you grow up, I wouldn't dare to make friends with you.

Then the prince seemed to hear his inner voice, his eyes became more gloomy, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Young uncle, do you regret it?"

The little prince was shocked, and said stiffly: "No, no."

"Little Huangshu..." The prince seemed to want to say something, but held back.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

"I……"

"you……"

After a while, the two spoke at the same time, and stopped at the same time.

The prince said: "You speak first."

The little prince tightened his clothes, took a deep breath after a while, and plucked himself up, grinning his teeth and said: "Thanks to the prince's kindness, but there are differences between monarchs and ministers, and besides, the current emperor is my elder brother, please forgive me for not being able to accept the prince's wishes! "

After the little prince finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body was tense, as if someone would call him the next moment.

Hearing what he said, a hurt look flashed across the prince's face, but he had already thought about such an outcome, not to mention that even if the little prince agreed to be with him, their identities would not be accepted by the public.

What's more, he has always been aware that the little prince has lived in the palace for a year, but during this year, he has been missing someone else.

Long before he entered the palace, his heart already belonged to him, and he even dedicated himself to that person.

But how could the prince be so willing to let people go?

So he coaxed his father to keep the young prince in the palace for a year, hoping to impress the young prince during this year.

But in the end he miscalculated.

The prince endured it, he silently fantasized about squeezing the little prince's chubby face to vent his anger, he said: "I know about this."

The little prince opened his eyes wide in shock.

Perhaps it was because the disbelief on that innocent face was too obvious, which made the prince annoyed and pushed him against the wall.

"Alas." The little prince cried out, closing his eyes tightly in fright, and covering his head with his hands instinctively.

The prince was about to be laughed out of anger.

"Are you shocked that Gu let you go? What kind of person is Gu in your heart?"

The little prince vaguely felt that he had asked this question before, but the little prince couldn't remember what the final answer was.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and after thinking for a while, he replied tremblingly, "Good... good man?"

The crown prince laughed so hard that his teeth were chattering: "Gu is not a good person, he set up a trap outside, as long as the little emperor's sweetheart comes, Gu can catch him."