The old man lost his memory again

In the year of Zhaoshun, just after the spring of the new year, the emperor and queen left the palace to sacrifice.

Most of the royal relatives and relatives in Beijing followed, only the young prince Ye Hanling remained.

The little prince is the emperor's youngest younger brother, he is not in good health, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and he cannot walk such a long distance, so the emperor specially allowed him to stay in the imperial city.

Before leaving, he was specially taken to the palace and comforted in a fancy way. It took a lot of effort for the little prince to persuade the emperor to let him go back to the palace. He is not used to living in the palace.

No baked sweet potatoes, his favorite.

The emperor talked about it and sent him a dozen or so elite guards.

The little prince said that the guards are useless, as it was said in the scriptures, whether it is a bad person or a good person sneaking into the palace to do bad things, the guards never have the chance to appear.

The emperor scolded him, saying don't look at those messy things.

Then let the guards who had no chance to play at all send the little prince back.

After the emperor left, that night, the little prince picked up a dying assassin in the corner of the courtyard.

The little prince sighed, squatted beside the man, looked at the assassin several times, and found a dagger.

The little prince wiped off the blood on the assassin's forehead with his sleeve in an obsessive-compulsive attack, blinked, poked his young and handsome face with the tip of the dagger, and asked in a low voice, "Are you here to assassinate me?"

The assassin trembled his eyelashes, waking up from a fleeting dream with difficulty, stared blankly at the young prince for a moment, glanced around from the corner of his eye, and still seemed unresponsive, rubbing his forehead and getting up, while He muttered in a hoarse voice: "Why did I sleep in Hengdian..."

"Don't talk nonsense," the little prince pulled out the dagger and gently pressed it against the assassin's neck, "or I'll kill you right now."

The assassin saw the blood-stained sharp blade in the little prince's hand, and he was completely awake. He saw a night suit on himself in a blink of an eye, and some fragments flashed in his mind. He froze for a moment, and then looked at the innocent and lovely little prince , suddenly blurred in front of his eyes, fell to the ground, and passed out again.

Huh.

The little prince was dumbfounded.

He was in a daze for a while, lowered his head and poked the fool's assassin's face, then circled around the assassin twice in a daze, and left at a loss.

Just go.

Because he was not very smart since he was a child, and he had never encountered such a thing, so he didn't know how to deal with it.

He thought that the group of useless guards would come to patrol in a short while anyway, so he went back to the house with peace of mind and continued to read various scripts at night with the lamp on.

After reading it in the middle of the night, the little prince fell asleep on the table in a daze, until his stomach started to growl loudly, then he opened his eyes in a daze, yawned and straightened his back, ready to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Just as he was about to get up, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, a man in black crashed into the room, closed the door swiftly, then turned around and looked at him coldly.

The little prince opened his eyes wide in horror.

A servant's voice came from outside: "Come on, catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!!!!"

The little prince silently hid the unfinished script behind his back, and retracted the legs that had just been stretched out.

The assassin looked at him and asked with a complicated expression, "Who are you?"

The little prince said politely: "I am Prince An."

The assassin frowned fiercely, his mind was in chaos - what the hell is Prince An?

"Where is this place?" The assassin asked coldly, suppressing the eagerness that was about to explode.

"This is Prince An's Mansion, you are an assassin, how come you don't even know where the target of the assassination lives?"

The assassin collapsed in an instant: "It's my fucking first day here, and tomorrow I have a [-] million project to discuss, who the hell can afford to hire me as an assassin?!"

The little prince raised his feet innocently and said, "You sneaked into my mansion at night wearing night clothes and holding a dagger. You said you were not an assassin, why did you run?"

The assassin took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, tried to calm himself down, and said with a wry smile: "I was here when I woke up, and the first thing I saw was you. If I were an assassin, I would be here now." If there is no one else, I can kill you directly, why bother talking so much nonsense with you?"

The little prince thought about it, and thought it was the same. According to the scriptures, anyone who can afford to be an assassin has a superb ability, and someone who can be fainted by such an innocent and beautiful cutie will definitely not be able to be a bad guy.

And the bad guys are not good looking.

"Then what do you remember? Do you remember your name?"

The assassin shook his head, he couldn't think of anything now, he only knew that he had to hug the slender thigh in front of him to have a chance of living.

The little prince cast a thoughtful look.

The assassin immediately tried to look pitiful.

The little prince thought for a moment, then slowly stood up from the chair, and walked back and forth in front of the assassin: "That is to say, you lost your memory when you fell like this?"

The assassin replied, "Exactly."

The little prince nodded, sighed, turned and walked to the window.

The assassin added: "My lord... I am definitely not an assassin. There must be some misunderstanding in this, so I invite you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the little prince stretching out two jade white arms, slowly pushed open the window, and shouted out with a grievance crying: "There is an assassin! Come here!! The assassin is here!! !"

The assassin was dumbfounded by the little prince's coquettish manipulation.

A dozen or so guards and men rushed towards the house, but the assassin didn't have time to say anything, he hurriedly opened the door and fled like a chicken without a head.

The leader of the guard rushed over and knelt down in front of the little prince: "My lord, the subordinates are late."

The little prince supported his little chest, heaved a sigh of relief while still in shock, and said in a low voice, "I thought I was a fool, I would lose my memory if I fell from such a low wall, pretending that I am not an assassin, I believe him a ghost."

Even if he really loses his memory, he is still an assassin, if he rushes over and stabs him...

The little prince broke out in a cold sweat, and asked his servants to order some snacks, and he ate a few more pieces to suppress his shock.

The guards didn't do enough to defend them, and they stood guard in the yard outside the door all night.

The little prince ate and drank enough, nestled on the head of the bed, and was still thinking before going to bed.

The guards are so weak, and there are so many people coveting the throne, how dangerous it is for the emperor to live.

The sun is high.

The little prince stood in front of the carved long mirror, and the maid was helping him to get dressed.

Although he is already an adult, he looks very small. Because of his poor health since he was a child, he has never learned sword lessons. When he lived in the palace, he was carried in a sedan chair from one palace to another. He didn't walk the road, which made his body tender and plump, without any frail and sickly appearance.

The little prince yawned, and lazily asked the maid, "Did you catch the assassin from last night?"

The sound is soft and waxy, with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The maid's face was slightly flushed, and she whispered, "I haven't caught it yet."

Last night, there was a flurry of chicken and egg beatings, but he didn't touch a single hair of the assassin, thanks to the fact that the little prince has always been a deep sleeper, so he was not disturbed.

The little prince murmured: "You obviously said you lost your memory, but you are still so good at it, it really is a lie."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of heavy footsteps, as if there was a team of dozens of people, from far to near, turning the corner of the street, and would soon reach the door of the little prince's house.

The little prince casually flicked the corner of his clothes, and said to the maid: "There is a guest, go and bring him in."

On the roof, the assassin carefully supported the tiles, his eyes fell on the little prince following the cracks of the tiles.

Although after the chaotic fight last night, the assassin knew that if he wanted to escape, the group of guards would not be able to fight him at all, but after all, this was the first place he saw when he woke up. There is no way to go back, so the assassin is not willing to go too far from here.

One is to find a way to go back, and the other is to be a little curious about the little prince.

Prince Shun drank too much wine last night and got hangover. He just woke up at noon today. He had a terrible headache, and he wanted to take care of the little prince. He punched down and smashed the little prince's big red door.

As a result, the door opened without hitting it twice, and a white-faced maid came out. He almost punched it down, but luckily stopped in time.

Prince Shun couldn't help but glared at the maid, angrily: "Didn't your master teach you the rules? You opened the door so late, is it because someone died in the room?"

The maid replied with lowered eyebrows: "Prince Xie Shun is concerned, everything in the mansion is fine."

Prince Shun was blocked by these words and remained silent for a long time.

He thought to himself, it's over, it's too early.

If you want to say who is the biggest obstacle in this little prince's smooth life, it is undoubtedly Prince Shun, his nominal starling.

The late emperor had nine sons in total, and the youngest prince was the youngest among them. He was delicate and weak and was prone to illness. And because mynah was already 12 years old when he first made his voice, he was the most favored among the brothers. Spoil him in such a way that you almost want to spoil him to heaven.

Only this starling despises his sickly body and dislikes him everywhere, thinking that a man is actually weaker than a woman, and he is really ashamed of being a man.When the little prince came out of the palace as an adult, the other elder brothers were scattered all over the place. Mynah lost patience with him and wanted to let the whole world know that he and the little prince were at odds.

However, the emperor only thought that this was the result of Prince Shun not getting along with the young prince. Taking this opportunity, he entrusted him with the tasks of managing the young prince's personal guard and taking care of the young prince.

So that night, Prince Shun was passive and sabotaged. Hearing that there was an assassin who wanted to take the little prince's life, he even waited to come over to watch the excitement.

The maid continued: "My lord asked me to invite the prince in for a cup of tea."

Prince Shun came back and glared at the maid. The guard next to him quickly pushed the maid away, hugged Prince Shun, and sent him to the door of the little prince's room.

The door of the room was wide open, the little prince rubbed his eyes sleepily, and looked down at the group of energetic guards below.

Then yawned.

The guards below also followed one after another, yawning quietly.

The little prince rubbed his eyes lazily, and whispered, "Brother, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Hearing his teasing bird-like tone, Prince Shun thought to himself, are you calling brother or parrot?

He was even more angry: "Did you call me brother too? I don't have a brother like you!"