My enemies became my companions

Chapter 666 The child's surname is Qin? (Part 2)

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door three times. Chen Yi looked up sharply, swallowed hard, and was already prepared.

Prepare to stack the two pieces together.

Yin Weiying and Min Ning reminisced about the past. The two women harbored old grudges against each other, were like oil and water, and regarded each other as enemies. Even though their relationship at Chongyang Temple and Sword Pool had obviously eased, it was still a situation of sharp antagonism.

Needless to say, Yin Weiying's family is very powerful. Yin Weiying has always been aloof and looks down on ordinary people. She even sometimes shows disdain to Chen Yi, let alone Min Ning.
Min Ning and she were inherently incompatible, and the two had never even looked at each other properly. This time, Yin Weiying's visit was bound to anger the female knight.

At that time, Chen Yi would not mind treating them equally. He would first comfort one of them and then coax the other while she was in a low mood. In the end, he would not necessarily make the two women reconcile, as long as they were safe and sound.

So in the most extreme case, if Min Ning were to give up and lose his mind, he might actually end up with Yin Weiying, causing Chen Yi to take down both of them at once.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi immediately perked up.

The image of the female knight and the fairy, one celestial and the other mortal, with the two women side by side on the same bed, made Chen Yi forgive Yin Weiying considerably just by thinking about it.

Chen Yi got up and opened the door.

She stood at the doorway, her handsome face revealing little emotion, but her phoenix eyes appeared exceptionally sharp in the dim light.

Behind Min Ning followed Yin Weiying. The female Taoist priest lowered her eyes, walked slowly, and her eyes were slightly dark, but they still lit up slightly when she saw Chen Yi.

Like an ancient well tossed with a stone, a slight ripple spreads before returning to silence, only the delicate hands clasped in front of her are slightly white at the knuckles.

Seeing that the two did not seem to have had any conflict, Chen Yi was a little puzzled. He wondered if Min Ning had come to confront him or... to join forces with Yin Weiying.

The unusual calm between the two women made his anticipated excitement falter.

Min Ning raised an eyebrow slightly, said nothing, and led Yin Weiying into the room. Yin Weiying followed silently in, closing the door behind him to block out the faint light from the corridor outside.

"What, not welcome?" Min Ning glanced around the room, her gaze finally settling on Chen Yi's face. The corners of her mouth seemed to curve slightly, or perhaps not.

"How could I not welcome Hero Min?" Chen Yi smirked and stepped aside. "What brings you to my humble abode so late at night, Hero Min?"

"I wouldn't call it giving you pointers." Min Ning casually sat down on the chair with a rough hemp cushion at the table, his posture relaxed and even a bit like that of a chivalrous person from the martial arts world. One leg was naturally bent and rested on the edge of the chair. "It's just that the wind in Dragon Tail City reminds me of some old stories, and I wanted to talk to you about them."

Old stories?

Unlike Chen Yi, who appears fierce but is often indecisive and hesitates even when picking a flower, Min Ning is always straightforward. Although she has weaknesses, she is much more resilient and not someone who is easily moved by the scenery and suffers repeated sorrow.

In that case, perhaps...

Chen Yi glanced at Yin Weiying with a slight sideways turn of his eye. The female Taoist priest, with her neck stiffened, did not shrink back. Instead, she looked back at him, a glint of light flashing in her bright, autumn-water-like eyes. She even bit her teeth slightly, as if she was ready.

Chen Yi withdrew his gaze. He was the source of her ignorance. Even though love had diluted much of her fear, Yin Weiying was still afraid, and that was hard to fake.

Unbeknownst to him, Yin Weiying had been silently reciting the Supreme Method of Forgetting Emotions the entire time.

Min Ning patted the chair next to her. "Sit down."

Chen Yi sat down opposite her as instructed.

Yin Weiying silently walked to a small table in the corner, where the inn had prepared a rough pottery tea set and a small jar of tea. She rolled up the wide sleeves of her Taoist robe, revealing a section of her snow-white and slender wrist, and began to prepare the tea with quiet and focused movements.

Hot water was poured into the earthenware teapot, and the tea leaves unfurled, making a soft rustling sound. Her fingertips were steady, and when she paused for a moment, she lit a delicate incense stick. The wisps of smoke silently blended into the air of the room, gradually spreading a unique and pleasant fragrance.

"Do you remember what happened between us?" Min Ning picked up a cup of hot tea that Yin Weiying had just served, but didn't drink it. Instead, she rubbed the warm surface of the rough pottery cup with her fingertips and looked out at the dark night. "You used my sister to threaten me and force me to get close to you. At that time, I actually wanted to kill you as soon as possible."

"of course I remember."

"Back then, I would often think of killing you with one blow, but I never dared to. You were one step ahead of me."

"Now I can also outmaneuver you."

Min Ning glanced at it and immediately sensed the lewdness in it, then said coldly, "That's because I was suppressing it."

"A sword suspended in mid-air to slay a dragon?"

"If you're going to use a sword to slay a dragon, you'd better be the one to be slain too."

Such threatening words would offend even the best of friends if spoken to others, but it was different between them. Min Ning could tell Chen Yi anything, and Chen Yi was willing to listen to anything.

The two were not like ordinary husband and wife or lovers. They were brothers who would risk their lives for each other. In the whole world, perhaps only the term "heroic couple" can accurately describe them.

Chen Yi suddenly remembered the chivalrous couple he had met before. Perhaps he and Min Ning could roam the world together, traveling across the land, through streets and alleys, experiencing the mundane realities of life. That would be nice, but that's another story.

Min Ning took a sip of tea, then suddenly burst out laughing.
"Back then, you even told me you had homosexual tendencies. Damn, that scared me to death."

Chen Yi was stunned. A series of absurd events brought back memories. Just as he was about to shake his head, Yin Weiying glanced over here unintentionally. He immediately thought of the expression on the female Taoist priest's face when she was brewing chrysanthemum tea. The expression was one of humiliation and resentment, yet it kept rising to new heights. The feeling was indescribable. Thinking of this, Chen Yi's heart surged. He glanced at the female knight Min again.

Having reached nearly the third rank in martial arts, Min Ning rarely disguises herself as a man anymore. Tonight, her heroic face is bathed in a soft glow under the dim light.

If the heroine and the fairy were to share a pot of tea tonight...

Since Min Ning has already made some plans, I will go with the flow and act accordingly this time.

"At that time, I was ignorant of etiquette and offended Master Min. Looking back now, I am truly sorry."

Min Ning glanced at Chen Yi and said, "Where did you learn that 'subordinate official' thing?"

Chen Yi instinctively became wary, but seeing that Min Ning didn't react further, he breathed a sigh of relief and calmly said, "Back when my position in the capital was lower than yours, didn't I refer to myself like this?"

"Ha, you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Min Ning scoffed. She had seen too many of Chen Yi's tricks.

If she hadn't held firm to her principles back then, she would have lost her virginity to him prematurely. If that had happened, she might not have the mindset she has now. If that had happened, things could never be like this between her and Chen Yi.

She had seen several women like this before. No matter how much they struggled and resisted, they eventually became obediently subdued in this man's hands, even if he did make some concessions, but those were just concessions.

She didn't want to be one of those women.

Min Ning spoke up: "Speaking of which, there was something I wanted to ask you, but I forgot for a moment."

"Then don't ask. If you can't remember, you can't remember. Let's talk about something else."

"Then how is my sister...?" Min Ning suddenly asked. She asked about Min Ming, and Chen Yi was already prepared, so he immediately replied, "Isn't Min Ming at Yin Jian Mountain? Speaking of which, I haven't been back for a long time. Don't worry about her on the mountain, don't worry."

Min Ning frowned slightly and said, "I used to be able to rest assured, but now I'm not so sure. As my martial arts level rises, the threat I pose to your master becomes greater."

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Master wouldn't go that far; she's not that heartless."

“Hard-hearted? Indeed.” Min Ning scoffed, her phoenix eyes glancing sideways, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. “We’re both Taoists, but you’re better than some people. Your heart is soft, but you hide a knife in honey.”

She made a pointed remark, her gaze sweeping almost imperceptibly over Yin Weiying, who stood quietly with his head bowed beside her. Yin Weiying paused almost imperceptibly for a moment while preparing tea, before resuming his normal actions.

Chen Yi glanced at it as well, thinking to himself:

Stable.

Yin Weiying and Min Ning already had a grudge against each other. It would be abnormal if Min Ning didn't seize the opportunity to stab Yin Weiying at this moment.

Chen Yi pretended not to hear, and naturally leaned towards Min Ning, resting his arm on the edge of the table, his palm, with a tentative warmth, covering the back of Min Ning's hand resting on her knee.

Min Ning's fingers were long and strong, with calluses from years of holding a sword. She moved slightly but did not pull away immediately. She simply let him hold her hand, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the back of Chen Yi's hand, as if feeling the texture of his skin.

"Chen Zunming, do you know that I was delayed on the road and met a woman surnamed Bai... I don't remember her name, but she seemed to be from a wealthy family."

"And then?" Chen Yi lowered his voice. "I don't like rich young ladies, I like Master Min."

"But that rich young lady is interested in me, Master Min."

"Ouch."

“I remember meeting him on the road and rescuing him along the way, then taking him all the way to the Western Jin Dynasty.”

"What a chivalrous spirit!"

“That’s right,” Min Ning said with a hint of boasting, “I’m a woman, so I could never have feelings for her. But I never expected her to confide in me.”

"Then why don't you introduce me to it?"

"You wish! But she does want to introduce you to her."

Why introduce her to me?

"Prostrate oneself on the ground as a servant."

After saying this, the two looked at each other and then burst into laughter at the same time.

After laughing, Min Ning seemed to be filled with heroic spirit, and leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Chen Yi, almost able to feel each other's breath.

Chen Yi's hand slid down with undeniable force, covering her tight and powerful waistline beneath her outfit, and even slowly moved upwards, his fingertips able to feel the resilient muscle lines through the fabric.

Min Ning's body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, then relaxed, even turning slightly to allow the hand to more smoothly follow her curves. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh, as if immersed in memories of the martial arts world.

Min Ning said calmly, "I heard you got married in the capital, but you didn't take me with you."

She brought up the matter suddenly, but her tone was calm, and she didn't seem to be accusing anyone.

Chen Yi replied, "You weren't there then."

Min Ning nodded slightly and said softly, "This kind of thing should never happen again."

Chen Yi blinked, naturally understanding the need to make a promise, and replied, "I promise."

Upon hearing this, Min Ning picked up the tea and handed it to him, saying, "Here, consider this as us drinking the nuptial wine."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi drank it down without hesitation. Yin Weiying, who was standing to the side, paused for a moment before slowly looking away.

After drinking the tea, Min Ning seemed a little tipsy, her eyes slightly unfocused, and she slowly said, "Why can't I remember that matter?"

"It's not really anything important."

"That too."

The atmosphere in the guest house gradually became somewhat hazy. The incense mixed with the lingering spicy and mellow scent of the female knight-errant on Min Ning's body, as well as her own scent like hay scorched by the blazing sun, and then blended with Yin Weiying's cool and aloof aura, like pine needles after snow, forming a complex and indescribable tension that pulled at the three people in the room.

Yin Weiying silently refilled their empty cups with tea.

The scalding tea was poured into the rough earthenware cup, making a soft, gurgling sound that stood out sharply in the increasingly ambiguous silence. Her eyelids were lowered, her long eyelashes casting deep shadows beneath her eyes, concealing all her emotions. The wisps of incense seemed to grow stronger, carrying a warm, drowsy scent.

Min Ning then spoke of things from even further back, about her feelings when she killed for the first time, and about the strange and wonderful people she encountered while wandering the martial arts world. Chen Yi responded with a smile, subtly steer the conversation in a more intimate direction, suggesting that even without alcohol, one can be intoxicated, especially since the two were a pair of chivalrous lovers.

The two naturally drew closer and closer, their words fading, their breathing becoming heavier, their gazes locked together, burning with unspoken understanding. They rose almost simultaneously, their steps unsteady as they moved towards the bed covered with plain sheets, driven by the atmosphere.

However, Min Ning would occasionally rub her head, trying to remember the thing she had forgotten to ask.

Yin Weiying had silently arrived not far from the bed, standing respectfully with her hands at her sides and her head bowed, like a maid about to serve. The tea she had prepared was quietly placed on a small table to the side, already slightly cool, and no one paid any attention to it anymore.

Chen Yi's breathing became increasingly hot. Looking at Min Ning, who was so close to him and whose eyes seemed to be slightly dazed, and then glancing at Yin Weiying, who stood obediently and quietly beside him as if he had accepted some arrangement, the excitement in his heart finally reached its peak, and he could hardly suppress the ecstatic joy of his impending success.

Become!

Fingertips eagerly reached for the collar of Min Ning's outfit, fumbling for the buttons, and with a hint of impatience yet a strong desire for control, unbuttoned the first one.

The rough cloth buttons were undone, revealing a small patch of skin that had been exposed to the sun and wind for years. It gleamed with a delicate luster in the dim candlelight, and Chen Yi's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Just as his fingers touched the second button,

"I remembered."

Min Ning suddenly raised her head and asked abruptly:

"Chen Zunming, I heard you have a child?"

Chen Yi suddenly shuddered.
The fingers that were unbuttoning froze instantly.

"I heard her name is Qin Yue, right? Her surname is Qin?"

(End of this chapter)