The old man lost his memory again

So I successfully got the second volume of the words of my heart and mind, and I just opened a few pages, and I smiled brightly.

The little prince held the scripture book and flipped it over happily, his beautiful eyes were full of satisfaction.

An Qihe helped the young prince to sit up, stabilized the young prince's shoulder with his right hand, grabbed the cushions and pillows with his left hand and put them on the young prince's back, and then went to bring the afternoon tea he had prepared.

The little prince also forgot what he was thinking just now, shaking his head contentedly, reading every word carefully like a treasure.

The afternoon tea is made of rice pudding and mousse pudding. The mousse has been frozen in the freezer, and it has been taken out in advance to warm up for a while. Now the entrance is just cold, and a layer of chopped nuts is sprinkled on it, just to cool off in the afternoon. .

The little prince ate like a squirrel, his cheeks were always bulging, and he wanted to bury his head in it.

Dinner is noodles, fried noodles, and a cup of caramel milk tea. The little prince who eats is flushed and rubs his stomach with satisfaction, and he is very talkative.

An Qihe took the opportunity to apologize, his extremely sincere eyes were like stars in the night sky.

The little prince frowned.

An Qihe's heart touched his throat:

"Little prince...it's the first time I like someone, and I'm usually clumsy, and I don't know where I am wrong. If you are willing to be with me, little prince, if I do something wrong, please tell me, don't Get angry with yourself, okay?"

Perhaps it was because the dessert softened the little prince's heart first, the little prince lowered his eyes silently, then changed his smile after a while, and suddenly threw himself into An Qihe's embrace.

An Qihe was in a hurry, but still protected the little prince steadily.

"Little prince?" An Qihe wanted to hold his face up.

But the little prince refused to let An Qihe see him.

Seeing his flushed face, and his embarrassing hands that were so nervous that they couldn't help but tighten their clothes.

He ordered in a low voice: "An Qihe, remember!"

An Qihe responded in a low voice: "Yes!"

"In the future...whatever you do in the future, you have to discuss it with this king!"

An Qihe's heart softened, and he understood.

His little prince has never been an unreasonable person.

Everything I think about is honest and honest.

The little prince babbled: "Even...even if this king will get angry, you can't hide it, and you can't regret telling this king..."

An Qihe couldn't help but hugged the person in his arms tightly.

"Ben... This king believes in you, so I keep you by my side. If you, like them, keep everything from this king and just want me to be a carefree little prince, I can do it." not!"

An Qihe bowed his head guiltyly: "I understand."

The little prince gave an "um" in satisfaction, looked up and saw An Qihe's extremely serious gaze, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"You have to know that this king forgives your past and keeps you by his side, so he has to be a confidant to cultivate."

The little prince moved back a little, backed away a little.

An Qihe looked at him, as if his little prince had suddenly grown a lot during this period of time.

"You, although you have lost your memory, I hope that you can remember the experience of these days for the rest of your life. Can you do it?"

An Qihe is naturally obliged: "I can!"

Not only to remember forever, but also to guard by your side forever.

An Qihe looked at the little prince's delicate face, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I will stay by my side for the rest of my life, from the first ray of sunshine in the morning to the last drop of ink at night, from the moment I was a prince, to you His white hair is gray. As long as there is a little prince, I will be there."

The little prince smiled through tears, stretched out his small fist, and hammered him on the shoulder shamelessly: "Nonsense! This king doesn't need your protection!"

An Qihe was shameless: "Then the prince will protect me, I'm weak!"

The little prince reached out to pinch An Qihe's face.

The two laughed and quickly rolled onto the bed.

The four eyes meet, everything is quiet, only the person in front of you is left.

So, it was a matter of course, and the lips and teeth were intertwined, which evolved into a passionate love.

Since that day, the two of them have been considered close, and they became joyously visible to the naked eye.

The guards are often not in the mansion, and when they appear occasionally, they hand over the selected scripts to An Qihe.

In addition, his job is to protect the prince's safety, and to monitor Wen Lan's movements from time to time.

Perhaps it was because he had noticed it a long time ago, so Wen Lan hadn't acted unusually in the past few days, and he stayed in the mansion every day. When the guards of the Eighth Prince came to invite someone, he was invited to be a guest.

Prince An's mansion was also harmonious, and there was no more assassins breaking in for several days.

As time passed, even the guards couldn't help wondering whether it was really because Wen Lan cared too much about the little prince that day that he made such a bad move. The big thing you touched, so you just shut up and never say anything again?

A few more days passed like this, and seeing that the fireworks festival was coming, before it was early morning, I heard the intermittent sound of firecrackers from the street outside.

The little prince frowned in his sleep, muttered, and then felt heat in his ears, and all the outside voices were isolated from An Qihe's palm.

He relaxed his eyebrows and fell asleep peacefully.

It wasn't until the sky was bright that the little prince finally got enough sleep, stretched himself on the bed and sat up.

He opened his dazed eyes, looked around the room, and unexpectedly did not see An Qihe's figure.

Ever since he encountered that incident, An Qihe regretted and blamed himself, even if the little prince said he didn't blame him, he never relaxed, as long as the little prince opened his eyes, he would definitely see him.

Even if the two of them are now in the bond after confessing their feelings, the little prince is a little unbearable.

Unexpectedly, An Qihe really couldn't help it.

The little prince moved his legs, supported the edge of the bed and stepped on the ground, opened his mouth to call Chuntao, when he heard a small discussion sound.

The little prince moved over curiously, and recognized that one of the voices was An Qihe's.

"The Lord wants you to complete the task as soon as possible, and you can't delay any longer."

An Qihe said: "Three days later will be the Fireworks Festival, when the time comes, I will personally send the head of the little prince to the Lord."

Another voice sneered: "I see that you are so happy here that you don't want to leave. Are you really willing to kill that delicate young prince?"

An Qihe sneered: "What is there to be reluctant to do? A man, who has been raised with a tender body, won't make people laugh if he tells it? I'm just acting. Don't mention it again!"

The other voice was silent for a moment, and reluctantly responded: "Okay then, I'll give you another chance, Fireworks Festival, I must kill you!"

An Qihe snorted: "Naturally, the beggar picked up in the mansion will be disguised as a little prince. It's a trap. Don't fall into the trap and get caught!"

The other voice was tinged with anger: "Do you think I'm you? Of course I won't!"

An Qihe hehehe twice and did not speak again.

The little prince listened for a while, until the sound outside became silent, and then took a deep breath with difficulty.

The exposed skin was unbearably cold.

Outside the door, after An Qihe watched the people leave, he listened to the door, and he didn't hear any movement inside, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, An Qihe walked towards Dongchu.

Across the door, the little prince's gaze was complex, sometimes angry and sometimes cold. Thousands of questions came to his throat, but in the end he didn't ask any questions.

When An Qihe opened the door and came in, he saw the little prince sitting on the bed, looking at the scripture book in his hand with obedient and excited expression.

He smiled and didn't care, turned around and put the porridge in his hand on the table.

Turning around like this, I happened to miss the momentary indifference in the little prince's eyes.

The little prince hid his left hand under the quilt, and touched the dagger under the pillow.

After serving the young prince for dinner, An Qihe took the young prince to the backyard for rehabilitation as usual.

The backyard is cloudy and there is no sun. An Qihe built a simple rehabilitation pole out of bamboo and wood in the yard, and spread a thick quilt on the ground. Then he picked him up and carefully let the little prince hold the pole .

The young man was preparing tea by the side, bringing several buckets of cold water from time to time, with melon soaked in one bucket and snacks frozen in the other.

The little prince stepped on the quilt with difficulty, his slender fingers tightly gripped the handle, the veins on the back of his hand jumped up, and just as his feet stepped on the ground, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The young man with poor eyesight quickly wiped off his sweat with a handkerchief, and asked, "Do you need some water?"

The little prince shook his head, pushed his hands down vigorously, and at the same time raised his feet, and took a step forward.

It's only an inch longer than the previous position.

But even for such a short distance, the little prince seemed to lose most of his strength.

Tired and sweating like rain.

The boy hurriedly wiped his sweat, while An Qihe nervously stood by his side, for fear that the little prince would accidentally fall down.

The little prince glanced at An Qihe distractedly, rolled his eyes, and puckered his lower lip aggrievedly: "My lord... I'm a little tired, I want to rest for a while."

The boy immediately put away the handkerchief and went to move the chair.

The little prince secretly glanced at An Qihe out of the corner of his eye.

An Qihe disagreed, and persuaded: "Young master, please work harder, okay? After finishing this section of the road, there is no need to go today."

The little prince's expression was unclear, but his eyes were still aggrieved: "But, but this prince has just recovered from his illness, and the wound is not healed yet..."

But he listened to An Qihe's persuasion: "Little prince, be good, this will help your condition. It will be the Fireworks Festival in three days. Doesn't the little prince want to go out to play?"

"But you can also play in a wheelchair..." The little prince muttered in dissatisfaction, and turned his face away as if he was breathless.

An Qihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pressed the back of the little prince's hand: "The little prince is tired, why don't we continue with some snacks? East Chef has made a lot of delicious food, the little prince must love it."

Hearing the food, the little prince's eyes lit up immediately, and impatiently urged An Qihe to hug him.

In case the little prince couldn't eat at meal time, An Qihe prepared noodles, noodles are easy to digest, and he will be full for a while after eating.

Topped with special sauce, it tastes delicious and fragrant.

The little prince's cheeks were bulging, and he ate a bowl full to the bottom, even the soup.

It is easy to talk about eating, but it is difficult to make the little prince recover.

An Qihe talked nonsense, the little prince frowned, and after a long stalemate with him, he had to be coaxed to stand up.

During those days when I was lying on the bed, even with An Qihe's massage, my calf muscles were still curled up badly. Even if I got better, I still felt a tingling pain like a needle prick when I walked.

The little prince strongly resisted this.

In the end, it was An Qihe who coaxed and lied, directly put the man on the ground and forced him to stand up.

The little prince suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and the blood that had just been covered on his face disappeared completely.

He leaned back in An Qihe's arms, his legs were trembling, and his hair wet with sweat stuck to his face.

An Qihe was so distressed that he almost blurted out that he would not allow the little prince to recover.

Fortunately, his reason was strong, he clenched his teeth, his throat was astringent, it took several minutes to stabilize his emotions, and his deliberately low voice had a bit of coaxing taste.

"When your legs get better and you can run, I'll take you to travel around the world and enjoy delicious food all over the world. It's just the two of us, okay?"

The little prince was dazed for a moment, and then his whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He hardly dared to look directly into An Qihe's eyes, and could only lower his head and whisper in a low voice for a while.

"What... what's the matter, my king... I just promise you."