The old man lost his memory again

After talking with the guard, An Qihe went back to the room in peace.

After wandering outside for such a night, his high mood gradually cooled down, and after a moment of sobriety, he became more serious.

If you want to find a scapegoat, he would definitely not be able to do it in modern times, but he is not a benevolent person who saves the common people. If he can protect himself and protect the people he likes, that's about it.

Furthermore, he is an assassin, most assassins are alone without parents, from the moment he wears it, an unknown number of lives have already been pre-infected on his hands.

Is this one missing?

not bad.

Want to pity someone else's life in front of the guards?

Even ghosts wouldn't believe it if they said such things with the identity of a former assassin.

On the contrary, if he said that, the guard would believe his words.

After all, they want to solve this annoying firecracker, lest one day the firecracker turns into a bomb, this method is the most effective.

He runs the mall and plays in the entertainment industry. No matter how he avoids it, he will step on the heads of countless people to climb to his current position.

The difference from now is that one is an image and the other is reality.

Back then, he didn't care about it, and he didn't care. What he had was a chessboard, and he could defeat the opponent's army in the shortest and most direct way. If he lost, he lost, and he could start all over again.

But it's not what it used to be.

An Qihe didn't go back since he left the door, the little prince slowly crawled onto the bed, his mind was in a mess.

He was angry and shy.

This bastard ex-assassin, a big fool with no brains, actually left after kissing him? !

He felt that he should be so angry that the top of his head was smoking, and then ordered the guards to cut An Qihe into pieces, and it would be best to sew up that flattering mouth.

But my heart was full of bubbles.

All the places he touched felt numb, my heart was beating with sweetness, my head was dizzy, my whole body was supported by the sweetness, as if floating on the clouds, and I was in a daze not knowing what was going on tonight evening.

The little prince was secretly proud, thinking that he had kissed someone like in the script.

On the one hand, he was very shy, rolling around on the bed with the quilt in his arms, and did not fall asleep all night, his face was always hot and red, and the excitement did not slow down until the sky was clear.

Not long after falling asleep, I heard a noise outside.

Dazedly trying to open his eyes, but felt that the eyelids were stuck as if they were stuck, after a few struggles, he pushed his head into the quilt, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was already noon.

He slowly got up from the bed, called Chuntao twice, Chuntao came in with water, and opened his mouth in surprise as soon as he saw the little prince: "My lord, you..."

The little prince yawned after rubbing his eyes, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Chuntao brought the water basin to the young prince to wash his face and rinse his mouth: "It's all Chuntao's bad, bring some swelling ointment and sleeping incense for the prince tonight, this incense was given by Mr. Wen last time, and said it has mosquito repellent Effect."

The little prince turned his head slowly and didn't realize it: "Mosquito? No mosquito?"

Chuntao said: "Why are the prince's lips swollen without mosquitoes?"

The little prince was stunned for two seconds.

Then react.

Embarrassed with a guilty conscience as if he had done something wrong, he quickly covered half of his face, and because he was too flustered, he accidentally hit Chuntao's hand that was handing over the towel.

Chuntao didn't know, so she asked, "My lord?"

The little prince whispered unsteadily, "No, it's all right."

Chuntao hesitated: "The mosquito...?"

The little prince: "Yes! That's right! It's the mosquitoes!"

Chuntao looked distressed, and hurriedly brought some medicine to rub on the little prince, and when she went out with the water basin, she was still muttering: "The little prince is so pitiful, his lip was bitten by a mosquito, so pitiful..."

Just in time, I bumped into An Qihe, a big mosquito, and immediately glared at him: "What are you looking at, I said mosquitoes and didn't mention you!"

An Qihe: "..."

I dare say I am a mosquito, can you believe it?

Chuntao withdrew her gaze, and continued to do things with a loving expression on her face.

An Qihe had the expression of a genuine boyfriend meeting his mother's fan, and with difficulty retracted his thoughts, turning his head and continuing to look at the boy.

The boy was brought here this morning. He hadn't woken up at that time, and when he was carried in front of the person by the guards, he was stunned, and it took him a while to react.

This is according to his request, after searching all the vagrants in the city, he picked out some people with similar facial features to the prince.

An Qihe lamented that the speed of the guards' work is really high, but if you look carefully, most of them can't do it.

The young prince has a beautiful appearance and a royal family background, and his demeanor and demeanor cannot be imitated by others.

I can barely find one that looks a bit like it, or it is too tall, or it is hunched over and slumped.

People can not look very similar, but their demeanor and temperament should not be too bad.

So An Qihe picked it all morning, but only one person was left behind.

The man standing opposite tremblingly raised his head, his pale face was still covered with mud, and looked at An Qihe pitifully.

He was forcibly woken up and brought here in his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself flying in the sky. He was so frightened. He stood in the yard for a while before he came to his senses.

There were a few other people who came with him, and none of them seemed to know what happened, they just thought it was someone who had done something wrong and was arrested and identified.

Then look at the guards with cold eyes and cold eyes, standing aside without saying a word, as if they want to pin them all to the ground with their eyes.

Seeing that no one dared to move, he turned away and brought An Qihe over after a while.

The boy stood there all morning without trying to figure out what happened, but he knew that the others had shared four steamed buns before they left.

So the young man waited anxiously for An Qihe to share the steamed buns with him.

But after waiting for a long time, An Qihe didn't give him the steamed buns.

A trace of grievance gradually grew in the boy's stomach.

I thought to myself that this family is really strange, they dragged people here in the middle of the night, didn't say anything, and sent them away with a few steamed buns.

That's fine.

Why don't you give him steamed buns! ! ! !

The more the boy thought about it, the more wronged he became, he turned his head and quietly cast a resentful look, his small mouth could hang an oil bottle.

Unexpectedly, An Qihe happened to turn his head around.

The young man thought he was quick to dodge, but An Qihe still noticed his little tricks.

Taking a step closer to him: "You're thinking, why don't I let you go, right?"

The young man was trembling with fear, thinking that An Qihe was coming to beat someone, but now he was startled when he heard this, "My lord, my lord called Cao Min to come over, yes, what are your orders?"

An Qihe: "I want to make a deal with you, are you willing?"

The young man was very surprised when he heard the words, and immediately showed a tangled expression. He pulled his fingers and said in a very low voice, "Then, do I have something to eat?"

An Qihe smiled slightly: "Of course there is something to eat. Before the matter is over, you can eat as much as you want. Not only that, but after the matter is completed, if everything goes well, I will give you a generous reward!"

The boy's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to grab An Qihe's sleeve: "Really? I will do it, I will do it!"

An Qihe felt pity in his heart, and nodded slightly: "That's natural, but you haven't listened to what I said, so you made your decision?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as there is food, let me die!" The young man nodded his head like a cat, his smiling eyes were bent, "My lord, can the little one get the steamed buns now?"

"Just steamed buns?" An Qihe couldn't help rubbing the boy's head.

The young man seemed a little shy, he stood stiffly, and whispered back: "Man, Mantou is fine, I, I can take care of myself very well."

After speaking, he thought that no one would notice and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

He hasn't eaten for a long time, and there are some flowers in front of him that he can't see the way, and his stomach has no strength to growl. The water here, the steamed buns, whatever the aroma is alluring him.

The young man's words were like a thorny vine, piercing An Qihe's heart, and he could not help thinking of something in his memory, but the memory was so blurred that he couldn't see it clearly, he only vaguely felt that, This feeling of distress and pity is familiar.

However, before An Qihe could say anything else, the boy suddenly shook his head, and his body fell down like a doll that had exhausted its strength.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he hugged the person.

Just hugged.

The door of the little prince's room on the opposite side just slammed open.

The little prince stood at the door, his eyes met.

With a snap, the little prince closed the door.

Today's weather is very good, the sky is clear, the wind is clear and the water is beautiful, the temperature is just right, and the scenery is picturesque.

The two people in the yard were photographed very clearly.

Especially this posture of embracing a beautiful woman, the little prince has secretly seen it many times in the illustrations in the storybook.

The little prince stared at the door for a moment, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he opened the door again, but the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

Only then did An Qihe become embarrassed: "Then what, little prince, listen to me..."

Before finishing a word, the little prince turned around and entered the house again to close the door.

"Snapped!"

An Qihe subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but he was still holding a very important person in his hand.

He looked down at the young man, then up at the prince, finally gritted his teeth and decided to settle the man first.

Put him in the servant's room, ask someone to take care of him, feed him some food when he wakes up, and then run all the way to the little prince's door and knock on the door.

The little prince was clearly in the room, but he didn't even make a sound, even though An Qihe's lips were worn out, he refused to let go.

In desperation, An Qihe pushed the door open.

The door wobbled a bit, but remained solid.

Finish the ball.

An Qihe covered his head with a headache.

How did such a bloody thing happen to him?

An Qihe nervously explained: "My lord? Please open the door, my lord. I have nothing to do with that person!"

However, the little prince was nestled on the big bed, devoting himself to his emotions, and didn't hear what he said at all.

An Qihe was about to open his mouth again, when a guard's voice came from behind: "He's awake."

An Qihe patted the door: "Feed him something when he wakes up."

The people behind were silent.

An Qihe paused, and was thoughtful that he didn't expect: "Let's make some porridge to warm his stomach first, he doesn't seem to have eaten for a long time."

The person behind said coldly: "Go by yourself."

"You didn't see that I was busy..." An Qihe paused subtly, "Brother, a gentleman who uses his sword and sword is not good for his image?"

Guards are cool: "Fuck or die."

An Qihe: ... Silence.

A few seconds later, he moved a few steps to the side like a crab, avoiding the point of the sword, reluctantly left the yard step by step and turned his head three times, and returned to the servant's room.