The old man lost his memory again

The little prince was frightened and cried again. After a while, he was exhausted and fell asleep.

In the dream, sometimes he felt that he was roasting on the fire, and sometimes he felt his butt was itchy. He wanted to scratch but couldn't.

After finally calming down a bit, An Qihe put his hand that was going to scratch the wound into the quilt, turned and went out.

After An Qihe went out, the little prince didn't know what he had dreamed of, and there were intermittent sobs that he tried to restrain himself from under the quilt.

The white teeth bit the delicate lips, and the rusty smell mixed with the warm liquid stained the tip of the tongue.

The little prince woke up slowly, his mind was blank, staring at the half-opened window in a daze.

The tears gradually dried and stuck to his face sticky. He raised his sleeve to wipe his face, and pushed his head under the quilt.

When he was about to fall asleep, An Qihe walked in with breakfast.

The little prince opened his eyes in a daze, and saw An Qihe bringing a bowl of hot porridge.

He yawned and muttered, "My king hasn't rinsed his mouth yet."

The corner of An Qihe's mouth turned around, there was no such thing as brushing teeth in ancient times, and then came across the historical knowledge that he thought had been returned to the teacher from the long river of memory.

He changed hands and put the porridge on the table, went out and brought in tea, and waited for the little prince to rinse his mouth and drink tea.

Probably because he cried for too long last night, the little prince was so thirsty, he took several sips before he stopped, his inconspicuous Adam's apple twitched rapidly, and his slightly swollen lips moved slightly.

The little prince is not used to eating in bed, just as he wanted An Qihe to help him sit up, he saw that the person who was facing him had already turned his head away.

The little prince thought about it, he was an adult, he shouldn't be so delicate, so he endured it again.

But the posture was really awkward, the little prince took a few sips, and asked An Qihe for help aggrievedly: "Help me!"

An Qihe came back to his senses, seeing that the young prince's posture was really uncomfortable, so he took a chair and sat down beside the bed, took the bowl in his hand, took the spoon, scooped up the porridge on the edge, and carefully blew it to cool down. Feed it to the mouth of the little prince.

The little prince didn't expect him to be so serious in serving him. He still stared at the spoon with an aggrieved expression, but there was some indescribable change in his eyes.

However, this change was quickly diluted by hunger. The little prince exhausted his physical strength, and the relative hunger also hit him crazily. He drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and the porridge stains inevitably splashed on the back of An Qihe's hand, and also He was licked clean by the little prince without discrimination.

An Qihe had no expression on his face, he speeded up the speed of feeding, and his heart was already tossing and turning to eat the little prince thoroughly.

In the end, he withdrew to eat, and when he served it to the servants, he clicked his tongue, only feeling that his mouth was terribly weak.

Usually the little prince doesn't go out very much, everyone knows that he is delicate and frail, he is in pain here and there at every turn, it is common for him not to go out for ten days and half a month, just bring the food in.

Therefore, the fact that the little prince's butt was injured was well concealed, and no one knew about it.

Except that the little prince couldn't writhe on the bed like a water snake like before, his life basically didn't change. He should eat and drink, and An Qihe prepared delicious food for him in different ways.

The wound is also recovering soon, and the little prince is getting rounder day by day.

An Qihe looked satisfied and felt a sense of accomplishment that he was about to complete the game.

Then he was suddenly hit by a lightning strike, and he suddenly recalled it.

The most favored little prince was assassinated, at the foot of the imperial city, no one cares?

It's no wonder that An Qihe's reflex arc was too long, after all, once this incident was over, it seemed like the whole story was over, and no one in the whole house paid attention to it.

An Qihe put all his thoughts on the little prince again, Wuxia took care of it and gradually forgot about it.

The little prince's injury has healed a lot, but he is still wrapped in a quilt, sitting at the table with An Qihe.

The candle flame was flickering, and there was only a small section of candle left, which was rolling down tears one by one.

The little prince looked at the book obediently, his delicate and tender face was reflected in the dim yellow candlelight, making one instantly unsure whether it was a person in the painting or a painting in the world.

An Qihe's heart trembled.

Such a good-looking person, no one will love him when he looks at him, who is so vicious and wants to kill him?

If it is about the imperial court, he is just a little prince who has received more favors, can't lift his hands on his shoulders, has no fiefdom and no imperial power, so what's the use of killing him?

The mastermind behind the scenes wanted to kill a useless prince instead of killing other princes. Judging from the logic of the golden 07:30 theater, it was probably a family grudge.

Thinking about it this way, An Qihe directly ruled out the possibility of Prince Shun. With his style of attacking people directly at the door that day, he definitely couldn't come up with such a clever plan to assassinate.

That is someone intending to frame Prince Shun.

But the grievances between Prince Shun and the young prince have always been covered up very well, An Qihe asked around outside, and almost no one knew that the meeting between the two was like a fire.

I don't even know that that day, Prince Shun brought a pair of personal guards to come to take the head of the young prince.

Therefore, the identity of that person should be in this extremely small network of relationships.

"Huh? Are you looking for something with me?"

Hearing the young prince's crisp voice suddenly, An Qihe came back to his senses, and saw the book in the young prince's hand was put aside, lying on the table and looking at him with his hands on his chin: "Huh?"

An Qihe was stunned for a moment, but seemed to have realized something, and after a while, he punched the table, gritted his teeth and looked at this innocent little beauty, unable to speak any more questions.

The little prince has always been favored by others. The emperor spoiled him to the heavens and took care of everything for him. Before he left, he even sent ten elite guards. How could he not pay attention to such a big matter? ?

The only reasonable reason is that.

The emperor didn't want the little prince to worry.

Everyone didn't want the little prince to worry.

The little prince was a little ashamed when he looked at him, and his face was flushed: "What's the matter with you?"

An Qihe quickly put aside the thoughts in his mind, looked left and right, shook his head, babbled nonsense, and saw the story book on the little prince's desk, and said casually:

"I just want to ask the little prince what kind of scripts he likes. I saw some new ones on the street when I went out a few days ago, and I will add them to the little prince when the time comes."

The little prince let out a laugh, his eyes were shining, and he was eager to talk to him. There are many kinds of stories, twists and turns of emotions, magnificent waves, and extraordinary excitement.

Before opening his mouth, he remembered his honorable and untimely status, so he reluctantly swayed back and forth, curling his lips and saying:

"What are you talking about! This king is not someone who would be addicted to such gadgets, it's just a boring time to pass the time."

An Qihe teased the young prince: "Since the young prince doesn't like it, then my subordinates will tell the dealer tomorrow that there is no need to keep that set of precious scripts for me."

The little prince: "..."

The little prince muttered angrily.

An Qihe didn't hear clearly, and asked: "My lord?"

The little prince blushed, and said in a low voice: "Since it's all settled, then buy... buy it back."

An Qihe held back his laughter.

The little prince seemed to think of some serious reason, and suddenly straightened his back, with a serious face:

"This king just remembered that these stories are not all useless. Look at this book. It is about a bandit who falls in love with a girl, washes his hands for her, changes his mind, does great deeds, and finally gets engaged to the girl. However, his identity was exposed by an insider, and the reputation accumulated so far collapsed in an instant, the girl's parents hurriedly chose another husband, the bandit was beaten by everyone, and her former brothers did not recognize him."

"This incident tells us that people are changing, and we can't completely negate his efforts because of his past actions. It also tells us that if we do something wrong, we are wrong, and everything will be fine if we don't cover it up. Be honest, the evil reward will always be doubled on a certain day."

Hearing his soft tone, An Qihe uttered one big truth after another, vaguely felt that he might be trying to imply something to himself, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the innocent appearance of the little prince, which seemed not like what An Qihe thought. like that.

That's all, it's just a very good little prince who is protected, and it's already pretty good to think of this level ideologically.

An Qihe was silent for a while, then asked: "What does the little prince mean...?"

The little prince said solemnly: "Choose all these scriptures and pass them on to the common people. While they lament the tragedy of love, these principles of how to behave are naturally rooted in their hearts. Why not do it?"

An Qihe smiled and praised: "The prince is very right!"

"Especially the most important thing!" The little prince said softly, blinking his eyes, "Let them know that it is not the order of their parents, and they need to obey blindly and boldly pursue their own happiness, that is the most important thing!"

This statement has long been commonplace in modern times, but it is really shocking to say it from an ancient population who is still in the age of one emperor and three thousand concubines, and the words of a matchmaker ordered by his parents.

The little prince deeply felt that what he said was very reasonable, and he nodded emphatically again while pondering over it.

An Qihe couldn't help but approach this happy little beauty slowly, feeling really rare in his heart.

The little prince recollected it several times, happily went to get a few more scripts, and threw himself at An Qihe happily, feeling that he was the great power of the fairy family who could point out the maze tonight: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you... ..."

He moved his little lips chirping, while slowly raising his head, his delicate face was only three inches away from An Qihe, shaking his head in front of An Qihe with a sweet smile: "There is still this book, this book , the feelings inside can be tortuous, inside..."

An Qihe moved forward subconsciously, and accidentally kissed the young prince's soft lips.

The little prince couldn't react and stayed where he was.

An Qihe froze instantly.

then,

Subconsciously licked it.

The little prince blushed, but he didn't push him away.

An Qihe was so bold that he was about to stick out his evil tongue.

Suddenly, the tip of the tongue touched one, two, three, four little fingers.

An Qihe paused for a moment, came back to his senses, felt the embarrassment and stiffness, and hurriedly backed away a few centimeters, but before he could go any further, the little finger pressed An Qihe's chin that was about to retreat .

The little prince blushed and lowered his eyes, looking left and right and looking around, he took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks: "You, why did you kiss me?"