my hungry husband

Chapter 92

An Le stood in front of the mirror in the toilet of the college, with a depressed face, looking at the empty mirror.

When An Le was alone, the mirror still couldn't reflect his image. Standing alone in front of the mirror was quite scary, but now he has no fluctuations in his heart.

He was thinking about yesterday.

Last night, he carefully told Jiang Mingyu what had happened recently, except for the relationship between Yan Zhinan and Wenquxing, everything else that could be said.

In fact, he had thought that Jiang Mingyu might be angry because of his concealment.

Then he explained to the boss that he really wanted to see what happened in his previous life, and he was afraid that if the mirror was disturbed, he would not be able to see it, so he chose to hide it first.

But Jiang Mingyu didn't say anything, didn't ask anything.

At that time, Jiang Mingyu listened to what Anle said, stared at Anle for a long time, and said nothing, which made Anle so nervous that the hairs on her neck stood on end.

An Le didn't dare to look into Jiang Mingyu's deep eyes, and grabbed the quilt guiltily, thinking that she wouldn't be kicked out of bed.

It's winter, it's so cold outside, if you are kicked out, you can only sleep in the chicken coop with the general.

Jiang Mingyu stretched out his hand towards him, Anle was so frightened that he almost tore off the quilt.

Jiang Mingyu supported him by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. An Le thought that the big brother was going to do something, but she was afraid and looked forward to it, but Jiang Mingyu just said in a deep voice, "Sleep."

On the contrary, An Le's eyes widened, at a loss.

Jiang Mingyu moved his lips, the emotion in his eyes was hard to understand, and he said, "Do what you want to do tomorrow."

After speaking, he also lay down, closed his eyes, and ignored An Le.

...Boss, are you really angry?

An Le looked anxiously at Jiang Mingyu's elegant side face, and shouted in a low voice, "Boss..."

"sleep."

Jiang Mingyu's voice was already cold, but now the temperature in her voice was below zero, and An Le didn't dare to say anything.

An Le huddled beside Jiang Mingyu, not daring to breathe. After a while, maybe because he was too nervous, he actually fell asleep.

Jiang Mingyu looked at him sideways and sighed.

When An Le woke up, she found that Jiang Mingyu was no longer on the bed, and she didn't know where she had gone.

He also admired himself for being able to fall asleep in that situation.

So An Le came to the school dejectedly. After thinking about it, he was really thinking about An Ziyue, so he still went to the academy in the afternoon.

The strange thing is that I didn't see Yan Zhinan all day today, even when Anle asked him to eat at noon, he sent a WeChat message saying that he didn't want to eat.

Usually Yan Zhinan always followed him every step of the way, An Le didn't understand why Yan Zhinan suddenly changed his mind.

But An Le can't control that much, he feels like he's halfway through a drama, and he really wants to see the ending.

An Le stood in front of the mirror and took out the statue of God in his bag. This was the last one. An Le didn't ask Yan Zhinan to draw it. He had an inexplicable premonition that only this one would be enough.

He traveled through the mirror again, and this time, the entire southwest region was shrouded in shadow.

The Southwest King really turned his back on it.

This incident was not without warning, it was all written by An Ziyue in the secret letter handed to the emperor, if the King of Southwest didn't move, the emperor would be an unknown teacher, and he could not do anything that would hurt his siblings, so he could only take precautions in secret, which alarmed the King of Southwest, Southwest In a rage, the king completely supported his troops and stood on his own.

The city where An Ziyue worked was just on the edge of the Southwest King's territory, so it should have become the object of everyone's attention.

The southwest is far away from the capital, and the seconded army is stationed in the city. The peaceful town in the past has become restless, and the people are in panic all day long. Every day in fear.

Under such circumstances, An Ziyue could only try his best to cooperate with the army, but the stable life has passed for a long time, the horses can't run fast, the knives are blunt, and the people are not all good people. Many people thought about taking the opportunity to make a fortune.

An Ziyue could only do her best to deal with it.

The soldiers and horses of the Southwest King are very accustomed to the humid and rainy climate, and they are also familiar with the terrain with many mountains and water.

The terrain in the southwestern region is complex, with mountains, rivers and caves everywhere, and the poisonous and miasmaous atmosphere is even more dangerous than outsiders can imagine.When people who are not familiar with enter the mountainous area, they will basically never return. The army to suppress the chaos is frequently damaged in this harsh terrain and weather, and its morale is greatly reduced. For a while, the Southwest King actually gained the upper hand.

An Le thought to herself, in this case, the immortal master who knows poisons like the palm of his hand must have played a big role.

An Ziyue didn't know how to lead troops to fight, and An Le didn't know much more, so he could only accompany An Ziyue to do some backup work.

The atmosphere in the city became more and more anxious, and life became more and more difficult. An Ziyue lost a lot of weight, and she no longer looked like a young man from Jiangnan.

An Le didn't expect things to develop in the direction of Zhan Luan, even knowing that these are all things in the past, she still feels uncomfortable.

Fortunately, An Ziyue had made a lot of preparations and managed the city well, so there were no major disturbances in the city.

However, the advancement of the front line waits for no one, and the geographical location of An Ziyue's city is too special.

It didn't take long for the flames of war to burn outside the city gate.

In the past, An Ziyue tried his best not to disturb the Southwest King, but who knew that they would still meet in battle.

The Southwest King sent someone to send a document, promising that An Ziyue would invite An Ziyue to be a senior minister as long as the Southwest King became emperor in the future as long as he opened the city gate.

"Think of me as a fool." An Ziyue sneered and burned the paperwork.

For scholars, the first priority is integrity and loyalty to the emperor. If they surrender at this time, wouldn't it make him shameless to see his ancestors?

An Le didn't have such a literati idea, but felt that the King of the Southwest was unreliable at first glance, and if he took refuge in the past, he might kill you one day when he was in a bad mood.

An Ziyue and the defenders of the city defended the city gate, and after a while, the city became a lonely city, and all food and grass communications were cut off.

Isolated and helpless, without food, and outside the city gates are swarms of rebels.

An Le really didn't expect to face this situation in the end, he couldn't help feeling flustered, wondering if An Ziyue died at this time.

When he saw Yehuo at sea, he recalled the episodes of him in hell. He could feel that he was young when he was in hell, so he could speculate that An Ziyue should have died when he was young.

So, did he really die in this war?

An □□ looked through An Ziyue's eyes, looking at the dilapidated city and the frightened people, feeling a burst of despair in his heart.

He suddenly didn't want to look at it, didn't want to look at the world in the mirror, he wanted to go home and hug Jiang Mingyu.

But Mirror doesn't want to let him go at the moment, An Le can't get out, so he can only continue to accompany An Ziyue.

Fortunately, An Ziyue was a smart person. He had the foresight to know that the King of Southwest had a different intention and buried a lot of supplies in hidden places in the city. At this time, releasing them for the people in the city would last for a while at least.

Today's Holy Majesty is not a faint king. After a short period of chaos, he immediately reorganized the army and gathered again to go to the battlefield.

The city where An Ziyue is located has a special geographical location, and he must not give up. One month after the city was closed, he finally received a secret letter from afar. The emperor ordered him to guard the city gate and wait for reinforcements.

Anyway, there is hope, Anle heaves a sigh of relief.

An Ziyue's usual prestige played a big role at this time. He arranged for people to distribute daily supplies. Although there were few, at least they could maintain their lives. Everything was in order.

Although it is a bit out of date, An Le can't help sighing that the new era is better...

At least there is food and clothing, and there is no need to fight.

The situation inside the city has temporarily stabilized, but outside the city can't wait anymore.

The Southwest King's troops originally wanted to wait for An Ziyue's side to run out of food and grass, cause civil strife to break out, but who knew that after waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all, but the defense was even tighter.

So they began to attack the city.

For a while, wars raged on the city wall, and the hearts of the people who had finally stabilized were in chaos again.

An Le couldn't bear to look more, An Ziyue was firm and decisive in front of the people, because he stabilized the situation several times, the people regarded him as a god, and felt that he was there in the city, and they felt at ease even if they were suffering.

But in private, An Ziyue was also bored.

He walked alone to the temple where Wenqu Xing was enshrined, staring at the statue of Wenqu Xingjun in a daze, and after a while, he kowtowed to the statue of Xingjun: "Please adoptive father to guide Ziyue, what should I do now."

"Hey, cheap dad, come out quickly."

Wenqu Xingjun was still holding the scroll and pen and ink, looking at the benevolent brows and eyes, but remained motionless.

An Le couldn't help but think, the cheap dad already recognized him, why didn't Mr. Wen Qu Xing come out to save An Ziyue, am I not your favorite cub?

An Le was so anxious that he decided to beat Yan Zhinan up when he got out of the mirror.

Just when An Ziyue wanted to stand up and leave in disappointment, a ball of paper suddenly popped out from the sky and landed on his forehead.

An Ziyue was overjoyed, quickly picked up the ball of paper and opened it to read, only to see on the paper: "You are a long-lived person, you are destined to have this catastrophe, just use the ink pen I gave you, and you will be able to get through it safely." Jie, from now on your life will be smooth and there will be no troubles."

An Le and An Ziyue heaved a sigh of relief.

With the guarantee of Wenquxing, we will surely tide over the difficulties.

An Le is happy, it seems that this father is not in vain.

An Ziyue was obviously much more relaxed than before he came in, he bowed to Wen Quxing again, and said, "Thank you foster father!"

This father yelled so affectionately, An Le twitched his mouth, why don't he go back and beat Yan Zhinan?

Just as An Ziyue was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and asked Wen Quxing, "Then what will happen to this city?"

Wen Quxing did not answer for a long time.

After a while, another ball of paper flew over, An Ziyue caught it and opened it to look, stunned.

An Le looked over, and there was something written on the paper: "Only you can be protected."

...It means that the city will be destroyed and the rebels will enter the city.

The people, the defenders, will all die, but he can live.

The joy just now was instantly diluted, An Ziyue asked eagerly, "Can't you save them?"

The third note came: "The way of heaven cannot be violated."