The old man lost his memory again

The fireworks show is a festival organized by the people to celebrate the arrival of midsummer and pray for a good harvest in autumn.

Before the sky was completely dark, the sound of firecrackers could not wait to ring, and the melodious and melodious sound of the piano came from a distance, and an unknown tune was sung with the ethereal and beautiful voice.

The main activity of the fireworks show is to parade the streets and carry lanterns, visit the entire imperial city, and finally gather at the Huahe River to set off lanterns and light fireworks.

Prince An's Mansion released the news early, saying that Prince An was also going to enjoy the fireworks, so before nightfall, Wen Lan came early, saying that he wanted to invite the young prince to travel with him.

The Eighth Prince followed impatiently and cast an unkind look at the young man.

Wearing more gorgeous and bright clothes than usual, the young man followed Wen Lan and stepped into the sedan chair prepared by the Eighth Prince.

According to the plan, they will get off the sedan chair when the parade team reaches the center of the city. After watching the prayers and singing, they will lead the people to parade in different directions, and finally meet at the Huahe River.

In their plan, the time to actually start to act is after they split up.

At the same time, in order to prevent the other party from discovering the clues, An Qihe secretly hid the real little prince in the name of staying in the mansion to ensure the safety of the little prince.

An Qihe took the little prince into his arms, led him up the wall, looked far away, and saw the mighty team, like a cluster of fireworks going straight, with only dots on the top, walking firmly forward.

The light of the fire fell into the eyes of the little prince, he sniffed his nose, and smelled sulfur, although it was a bit pungent, but it was very fresh to the little prince.

It turned out that the outside was so lively, he had been out of the palace for so long, but he had never been out, he didn't know that it was only separated by a thick wall, and the scenery was so different.

The little prince yearned for it, and couldn't help pinching An Qihe's paw. The latter understood, leaned his head on the little prince's shoulder, and said softly, "Hold tight."

The hot breath sprayed behind the ears, the little prince shivered itchyly, shrank his neck and hugged him tightly.

An Qihe exerted force on his feet and led the people to sneak into the team.

The fireworks festival is a festival for farmers, and businessmen take advantage of this opportunity to open some small shops in the aisle, intending to make a fortune from the excitement.

An Qihe bought a mask and put it on the young prince's face, then swaggered and held his hand tightly, and followed the crowd.

Although the little prince said that he hadn't finished his rehabilitation, he was able to walk anyway, but at a slower pace.

There are crowds of people on the street, and if you don’t pay attention, you may get lost. The little prince looked at the crowd on tiptoe, licked a mouthful of candied haws, and then went to An Qihe: "This king hasn't been here yet, where is this place?" Is it more fun?"

An Qihe's face was blank: "I haven't played before either."

This is the first festival he has encountered in time travel. It's good to say that there are no participating projects to buy food and drink.

The little prince suddenly felt cheated: "Didn't you say that you want to take me to experience the experience, to ensure that I will have fun?"

An Qihe got stuck, scratched his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly grinned, "There is always a first time in life, would the little prince want to experience it with me?"

The little prince puffed up his cheeks, raised his eyebrows, and the flames fell in his eyes, with a narrow interest: "Then what if... it's not fun?"

"It's not fun..." An Qihe dragged out his voice, and suddenly moved closer to the little prince's ear, his hoarse voice was coaxing, "If it's not fun, then I will pay the little prince!"

The little prince immediately blushed, embarrassed and annoyed, and stomped his right foot: "Don't be ashamed!"

In the end, he murmured softly: "You belong to this king!"

"That's natural. I was born to belong to the prince, and I will die to belong to the prince..." An Qihe paused as he spoke, as if he was stuck, and stayed for a long time.

The little prince folded his arms neatly and raised his eyelids to look at him. In the dim light, he could still see his half-raised arc.

It seems to be saying, I see what flowers can be carved on your mouth.

An Qihe was happy, lowered his head and kissed the little prince's chubby lips as the fireworks burst into the sky.

The little prince was in a daze and didn't pay attention, and opened his mouth slightly in surprise, which made him understand, the kiss was so dark that the little prince couldn't even stand up, white light flashed in front of his eyes.

Then I felt my waist tighten, and wrapped one hand around him, lifted him up firmly, kissed him once, and kissed the corners of his lips twice with nostalgia, then leaned towards his ear at an angle, panting slightly and The speed of the little prince's heartbeat.

"Death is also the dead ghost of the little prince."

At that moment, the little prince felt that a certain nerve in his mind snapped off.

He turned his head impatiently, met An Qihe's dark eyes, and grabbed An Qihe's collar with one hand, like a domineering milk cat, even the paws on his chest seemed to be a little prickly to scratch.

"My king has something to ask you!"

Only then did An Qihe smile, the golden flowers that exploded in the sky fell into his eyes just now, and even the whole person felt much lighter.

"It's not convenient to talk here." An Qihe clenched his hand and looked around.

When we were getting close just now, everyone only paid attention to the sky, so no one noticed what happened just now. Besides, the little prince had a mask on his side and was wearing a big black cape. The sky was dim, even if the emperor was standing here, It's not always possible to recognize who's on the other side.

Xiao Wang was also eager to confirm his guess, but his eyes suddenly went dark, he yelled in confusion, An Qihe grabbed his hood with one hand and pulled it down with one hand, forcing his whole face are blocked.

Hearing the beating sound of the heart, the body temperature belonging to An Qihe rubbed his cheeks, and the sound from outside came in waves like sea water.

The little prince didn't know what was going on outside, at first he just thought that the affair between the two of them had been discovered.

Then I found out it was wrong.

He moved his head, wanting to turn his head away, and then felt the hand that was on his waist turned to the back of his head, An Qihe said in a low voice, "Don't move."

An Qihe stared closely at the opposite man who was hiding in the crowd.

That deep and cold gaze was like a knife, as if it could decapitate him immediately.

The man realized that he had been spotted, so he stepped forward and said to the young prince, "Prince An."

From the shadow to a slightly brighter place, An Qihe saw clearly that the man was the servant who delivered the pigeon soup.

The servant looked innocent, and said: "Cheng guard asked the servant to tell Mr. An not to take Mr. An too far away."

Cheng Weiwei is the guard's name, and his real name is Cheng Feiliang.

Hearing this, the little prince relaxed, but An Qihe still didn't relax, he could only raise his face and look at An Qihe's chin in confusion...

That's right, from his angle, coupled with the cover of the hood, he can only see a small area of ​​An Qihe's chin.

The little prince couldn't see his face, and pulled off his hood unhappily.

An Qihe asked nonchalantly: "The little prince and the eighth prince are parading together, what are you looking for, Prince An?"

The man smiled, he had expected that An Qihe would ask such a question, and said: "Mr. An, don't be joking, don't you listen to what Cheng guards say?"

An Qihe tugged at the little prince, and smiled: "Cheng guard is not kind, he agreed to give me a day off and let me have a date with my little lover. You can't take me back like this. But I heard You call him little prince, my family is quite happy, thank you."

The man's face changed slightly, and he was a little more dissatisfied. He glanced at the young prince, suspicious: "To be honest, Mr. An and the young prince are so close, there is no guarantee that the young prince will follow. Wang Ye, turn around and take a look, is it okay?"

"Are you suspicious of the little prince?"

The man's face changed several times.

An Qihe withdrew his gaze, and adjusted the mask on the little prince's face with great interest.

Now the little prince finally saw An Qihe's face, and saw that he was smiling, but he wasn't smiling.

A hostility that was about to break through protected him securely.

The little prince frowned unconsciously.

Through the mask, An Qihe seemed to see his facial expression.

He patted his back lightly, but his voice was softer: "Don't be afraid."

"You and I are both slaves. If you don't look up and look down, I'm just being lazy for a while. It's not like you don't give me this kind of favor, right?"

"I don't know Mr. An well..."

"What's the point of you pretending not to understand me here?" An Qihe interrupted him mercilessly, seeming to be angry.

Seeing this reaction, the man looked at the young prince's back again, with a bit of hesitation in his eyes.

But he refused to let him go just like that, so he took a step back and said, "I'm also following orders, how about this, let's find a quieter place, and I'll leave when I see someone, and say I haven't found you, Mr. An, look how?"

An Qihe made a look that he couldn't agree with.

The little prince was a little tired with his little head tilted up. For the first time in his life, he felt that being too tall was really annoying, so he simply lowered his head, pulled his clothes with his fingers, and hooked An Qihe's fingers with his little finger.

An Qihe frowned, and looked down at the little prince.

The person was far away, and he couldn't see clearly whether the two were talking or what they were doing. They just felt that the intimacy made people feel angry for no reason.

What's more, they left him alone for a long time and ignored him.

Fortunately, he finally remembered the No. [-] person. An Qihe squeezed the soft fingers of the little prince, and his voice was comforted with joy: "My family agrees, so I won't say anything more. Don’t you want to see it? Lead the way ahead.”

The man became even more angry.

Some gritted their teeth and grumbled, turned away from the crowd, and walked towards the nearest alley.

An ambush was neatly laid out in the alley, as long as they entered, regardless of whether this person was really Prince An, he would consider his mission completed.

After all, his mission is not to catch Prince An.

Thinking of this, the man still couldn't hold back, and his pace quickened a lot.

"Ugh...!"

Long but strong fingers caught his windpipe.

An Qihe suddenly slid behind him, pinching his neck with one hand, and twisting his back elbow with the other, kicking the toe of his shoe into the hollow of his knee, causing him to kneel on the ground with a "plop".

The man let out a "cuckoo" roar from his throat, his Adam's apple was still squeezed tightly, and his shouting was blocked in his throat.

An Qihe didn't let go of his hand until his face turned blue.

In the next second, a hand knife slashed, the man's eyes turned white, and before he could make a sound, he passed out.