my hungry husband

Jiang Mingyu calmed down, walked up to Anle, looked up at the painting, and said, "Why did you find this out? It's better to look less."

Seeing Jiang Mingyu's return, Anle's heart flew up, and she immediately shifted her attention from the painting to Jiang Mingyu, saying: "Isn't my soul healed? Now I see that it's all right." He touched his chin, "I stared at it for a while. The afternoon was not sucked into the painting either."

Jiang Mingyu rubbed his slightly curly hair. The top of An Le's head was soft like some kind of animal, and said: "If it is sucked in, it will also pull you out."

An Le smiled, looked at the painting, her eyes were full of appreciation, and said, "I really like this painting, is it because it has spiritual power?"

Jiang Mingyu glanced at the painting, pointed to the goddess in the painting, and said, "Because she likes you too."

An Le was taken aback, and asked back, "Who?"

Jiang Mingyu said: "Miss Qingxi, her thread is in your soul, she likes you very much."

Now Jiang Mingyu no longer hides from Anle, and tells everything: "I borrowed the goddess' thread to draw your soul, and she was very willing at the time, otherwise I would not be able to draw the thread out of the painting."

An Le let out a "huh" and looked into the painting again. Aunt Qingxi's face became clearer, and she looked at the people outside the painting with a smile on her face.

An Le waved at her sister-in-law and said, "Thank you Goddess."

He was a little strange after he finished speaking, he had never met Aunt Qingxi, and Aunt Qingxi treated him so well, could it be because he was naturally beautiful and lovable?

No matter how thick-skinned An Le is, he knows that this is unlikely. Thinking about it carefully, he should still be honored by the Jiang family. The Jiang family has enshrined the brocade weaving god for generations, so the weaving god agreed to Jiang Mingyu's request.

An Le smiled and said, "Goddess is Ai Wu Ji Wu, and she takes care of the Jiang family."

Jiang Mingyu raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and said, "Miss Qingxi really has a relationship with the Jiang family."

An Le nodded, and said, "I know. You said it before. The Jiang family used to own a lot of looms. They were in the brocade business and were blessed by the God of Weaving."

Jiang Mingyu fixed his eyes on the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting, and said, "That's one aspect, but the origin is actually deeper than this." He paused for a moment, and then said, "Aunt Qingxi is also surnamed Jiang."

This was unexpected, An Le was taken aback.

Jiang Mingyu pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and pondered, as if he was thinking about whether to talk to An Le, and finally he said: "In fact, the one who has a relationship with the Jiang family is King Qin Guang, the head of the Ten Kings of Hell."

It was King Qin Guang again.

When An Le heard this title, she couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

Perhaps because An Le's expression was too surprised, Jiang Mingyu continued to explain: "King Qin Guang's surname is Jiang, and Aunt Qingxi is his younger sister."

An Le was completely shocked.

He originally thought that his connection with King Qin Guang was limited to the underworld, and that he had nothing to do with the King of Hell after his reincarnation. Who knew that he would hear the name of King Qin Guang at this time after going around.

He faintly felt that everything was slowly forming a circle, and he was standing in the center of the circle.

Just a little bit, just a little bit away from seeing the whole thing.

An Le turned her head to look at Aunt Qingxi.

An idea inexplicably popped up in his mind, is he really a stranger to my sister-in-law?He originally thought that my sister-in-law was helping him for the sake of the Jiang family's face, but now it seems that my sister-in-law was willing to remove the brocade in his hand to replenish his soul, perhaps because of King Qin Guang.

Seeing An Le staring at the painting in a daze, Jiang Mingyu went to the side and took out a piece of cloth and covered the painting.

Only then did An Le come back to his senses, blinked, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mingyu said calmly: "Don't read it."

An Le asked, "Why?"

Jiang Mingyu said: "Anyway, don't watch it, it's not good to watch it for a long time."

Jiang Mingyu still looked indifferent, not much to say

Well, but An Le seemed to have caught his mind, and said with a smile: "Are you afraid that my sister-in-law likes me so much that she will really seduce me?"

Jiang Mingyu glanced at him and said nothing.

An Le said shamelessly, "As you said just now, if I get hooked away, you hook me back again."

It's not a vixen, how can it be hooked around.

Jiang Mingyu looked at An Le's smiling face with bent eyes, and thought to herself, why is this kid so good at acting like a baby.

Simply irresistible.

Jiang Mingyu leaned over and pressed a kiss on the child's raised lips.

An Le also wanted to ask Jiang Mingyu about the Jiang family and King Qin Guang, but Jiang Mingyu didn't really want to talk, he just said: "It's all legends, it's over."

An Le didn't get to the bottom of it, he knew that there was still a knot between the boss and the Jiang family, and it was best not to touch it until the knot was completely resolved.

Maybe it was because King Qin Guang was mentioned during the day, and when he was sleeping at night, An Le dreamed about being in the underworld in his previous life.

He was put under house arrest in that small room by King Qin Guang under the pretext of being imprisoned.

An Le originally thought that he would be bored alone for 50 years, but King Qin Guang would come to see him from time to time.

It's just watching, but it's actually very strange. King Qin Guang didn't speak when he came, but just sat there for a while, sometimes looking at him, sometimes not.

No matter how shameless An Le was, he couldn't bear to be stared blankly by a person who controlled his reincarnation destiny.

He was like a prisoner on death row, who could be beheaded at any time, but he didn't know the sentence, and the executioner would come over and look at him from time to time to scare him.

An Le sat in the chair, put his hands on his knees neatly, and secretly glanced at King Qin Guang from time to time.

Hey, that's all, although he lost his lifespan and died in a not very honorable way, it's not too bad to see such a handsome man in the underworld.

King Qin Guang raised his eyes to look at him, and Anle was so frightened that he thought that he was so powerful that he could read minds, so he quickly put aside distracting thoughts and watched his mind.

King Qin Guang glanced at him, then closed his eyes and took a nap.

An Le didn't dare to disturb His Highness, she sat there and didn't dare to move.

King Qin Guang was busy with everything, and looked very tired, but he didn't know what was so good about his small room, His Highness wanted to come to him to rest.

If you sit for a long time, even a ghost will feel bored.

This room is poor and white, with nothing in it, and the only thing that shines is the noble king of hell in front of him.

An Le simply raised his head, looked at King Qin Guang openly, and relieved his boredom with his crown-like appearance.

"Do you know why I came to you?" King Qin Guang closed his eyes and suddenly said.

An Le was indulging in the beauty of the person opposite, and was suddenly asked by the master, and answered honestly: "I don't know." He thought for a while and asked, "Visiting the prison?"

King Qin Guang opened his eyes and looked at him coldly.

An Le touched the tip of her nose, knowing that she had said something wrong, so she corrected her attitude and said, "Please enlighten me, Your Highness."

Qin Guangwang said: "I'm thinking about how to distribute you."

An Le asked: "Didn't Your Highness say that I will wait until my life span is exhausted before making a decision?"

Qin Guangwang paused and said, "50 years is so short."

An Le has nothing to say, in this dark underworld, 50 years is nothing, but to him it is a suspended sentence.

"And you are different from ordinary people." Qin Guangwang said, "You are guilty."

There are tens of thousands of dead souls coming and going in the Senluo Palace, so many guilty people, and how is he different from ordinary people?

An Le didn't understand.

King Qin Guang didn't explain, and closed his eyes again. He leaned on An Le's bed, and tapped slowly with his slender fingers.

Hitting the wooden railing, he was a bit coquettish besides being expensive, but he closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, which made his face look very serious, making people afraid to get close to him.

An Le faintly sensed that he had really embarrassed King Qin Guang, so he didn't dare to do it again, and lowered his head, not even having time to appreciate his beauty.

The two of them remained silent for a long time.

The underworld is dark all year round, there is no sunrise and sunset, and Anle doesn't know how long it has been. King Qin Guang finally rolled up his sleeves, stood up from the bed, and seemed to be leaving.

He was cramped when he was there, but An Le still felt reluctant to leave if he really wanted to leave.

An Le looked at King Qin Guang eagerly, and said, "Come to play again next time."

King Qin Guang glanced at him again.

An Le touched the tip of his nose for the second time.

Probably because his appearance changed to Tanhualang's, and his temperament also changed back. He didn't bother to maintain the composure he experienced in the southwest for several years.

Qin Guangwang looked at him with an indescribable look.

Such...a personality that escaped, turned out to be a kind person who was willing to sacrifice himself to save 3000 people.

...Nie Jingtai is probably blind.

King Qin Guang put his hands behind his back and was about to leave, but Anle let out an "eh" when he saw this.

King Qin Guang turned back and asked, "What else is there?"

An Le cleared his throat, his face was thicker than the city wall, showing a trace of shyness, he whispered, "Your Highness, I have something to ask."

Qin Guangwang lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Say."

The souls of the dead in the Senluo Hall are begging every day, and King Qin Guang is used to it.

"Can you show me a few books?" An Le looked at King Qin Guang with expectations in his eyes.

King Qin Guang didn't expect his request to be so simple and sincere.

"Anle?"

Someone is calling him.

An Le opened his eyes, grabbed the person beside him suddenly, and shouted: "Book!"

Jiang Mingyu embraced him and asked, "What book?"

An Le thought for a while and said, "Probably the principle of communication and signal propagation?"

Jiang Mingyu: "...you were talking in your sleep when you fell asleep, and kept calling for books."

An Le embraced Jiang Mingyu's waist, slipped into his arms, and said lazily: "I still want to read in my dream, maybe I love studying too much."

Jiang Mingyu put her arms around the large doll, and helped the doll smooth its hair that was curled up from sleep, saying, "As expected of Tanhua Lang."

Jiang Mingyu called him that, which made him feel a bit out of space and time. Combined with the dream just now, Anle realized something, and stared at Jiang Mingyu in a daze.

Jiang Mingyu rubbed his temples for him, and asked, "Are you still awake?"

An Le shook her head and looked at the time: "Wow, it's so late."

"It's really getting late." Jiang Mingyu said, pulling Anle to get up, and said, "Put on a thicker coat, we have to go out."

While stretching, An Le said, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Mingyu said, "Go to the soup."

The word "soup" came out of Jiang Mingyu's mouth, like a fairy speaking an alien language, An Le's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"Your body has been eroded by Gu poison, and you still have sequelae. The medicinal soup can detoxify and relieve fatigue."

Fortunately, it's not detoxification and beauty, Anle murmured in her heart.

Wait a moment.

Bathing in hot springs means soaking in hot springs?So two people together?

An Le's first reaction was, do I need to wear swimming trunks?