My enemies became my companions

Chapter 671 Heroine Min and Qin Qingluo (Two Chapters Combined)

Chen Yi's whole body stiffened.

When Qin Qingluo's gaze swept over him, Chen Yi felt a rare cold sweat break out on his back.

After the assassination attempt at the ancestral temple, he entered the Qin family's ancestral temple and met with Qin Xuzhi, the founder of the Qin family. He then went to the underworld to search for the Boundless King. On the way, he unexpectedly encountered Min Ning.

The two had been separated for some time and hadn't seen each other for a long time. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he was no exception. Besides, he had always been a daring man, so how could he let go of this opportunity to make love?

I thought this matter was known only to heaven, earth, myself, and Min Ning...

Unexpectedly, after these two drunkards got drunk, Min Ning revealed the whole thing.

Chen Yi froze for a moment, not daring to meet Qin Qingluo's gaze. Qin Qingluo was certainly aware of his relationship with Min Ning. To the two of them, although she had children, she was truly a newcomer.

However, the timing was rather ambiguous.

Perhaps in Qin Qingluo's memory, Chen Yi was focused on her and their little family, with no thought for other women, and was secretly moved.

As Chen Yi thought of this, he noticed that Qin Qingluo's gaze was growing deeper and deeper. His mind raced, and he raised his wine glass, saying, "I'm drunk. Min Yuechi is drunk."

A few simple words are certainly not enough to convince everyone. Not only did Min Ning not believe that he was drunk, but Qin Qingluo also did not believe that this was just drunken nonsense.

The Queen's serpentine eyes were imposing and she was completely focused on Chen Yi. After scrutinizing him for a moment, she asked, "Chen Zunming, is this true?"

"She's drunk, that's definitely true."

"I'm asking about what she said."

Unbeknownst to him, Qin Qingluo had already stopped referring to himself as "I, the King." At this moment, it was less like a prince reprimanding his subordinate from a high position, and more like his wife at home interrogating him in a grand manner.

Chen Yi opened his mouth and then closed it again, racking his brains for an answer, when Min Ning, standing beside him, patted him hard on the shoulder and laughed drunkenly:
"What's so hard to admit? Last night you were with me... hiccup, Chen Zunming, with me... when have you ever been able to hold back?"

Qin Qingluo's expression faltered almost imperceptibly, and the look in her snake-like eyes grew increasingly suspicious, like fuzzy thorns that made Chen Yi feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Min Ning kept chuckling, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

I pretended to be drunk before, but I couldn't keep him. This time, if I pretend to be a little drunk, what will he do?
Min Ning recalled every detail of her past with Chen Yi, and she remembered many of the regrets most vividly.

Silently, Min Ning's gaze swept over the tall woman sitting opposite him.

Qin Qinglu sat upright like a mountain, her black robe with gold patterns making her figure even more upright, her shoulders straight and broad. Even though her snake eyes were full of scrutiny and suspicion, her calm and dignified demeanor was not diminished in the slightest.

The candlelight outlined her sharply defined profile, her high nose bridge conveying an undeniable sense of decisiveness. Childbirth seemed to have left little softness on her face; instead, it had given her a more restrained and heroic air.

When she met this extraordinary Prince of Annam at the Jinya Pavilion in the capital, an alarm bell inexplicably rang in her heart.

At that time, it was just a vague premonition, a trace of instinctive wariness towards one's own kind, and a strange intuition that this queen would take Chen Yi away, leaving her with no one to marry.

did not expect……

A prophecy.

A thought becomes a prophecy.

The person she had been wary of and worried about was now sitting right in front of her, not only as a prince and a confidant, but also as the mother of his child. At this moment, he was still asking her about her past relationship with Chen Yi, even though she had clearly known Chen Yi for much longer.

How ironic this world is!

Qin Qingluo stared more intently, her gaze growing increasingly suspicious, and disappointment settling between her brows. Chen Yi could no longer let things continue like this. He wanted to find a place to hide and wait until the two women finished their accounts before taking them down one by one, but there was no such opportunity right now.

Now that things have come to this, the previous idea of ​​deliberately downplaying one's existence is useless.

Both women are strong-willed. Even if they had no prior grudges against each other, it's hard to guarantee that they won't start a fight over a single disagreement, or even end up fighting to the death. And if I were caught in the middle, I'm afraid even Hou Kangjian would be broken in two.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and had to steady the wine glass in his hand. Then, he gently moved Min Ning's hand away from his shoulder.

Min Ning paused slightly, then swayed slightly to make it seem as if she had deliberately let go.

Qin Qingluo's tightly furrowed brows showed signs of easing.

Chen Yi immediately grabbed Min Ning's loosened hand and placed it on his own lap.

Min Ning paused, a barely perceptible smile spreading across her flushed face. She looked at Chen Yi with brimming eyes, her gaze sparkling...

However, Chen Yi turned his head away and exchanged glances with Qin Qingluo.

"..."

Min Ning fell silent for a moment, then glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Qin Qingluo had also been rendered silent.

Chen Yi silenced them both, and the tense atmosphere in the room suddenly subsided considerably.

Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

It's common for women to fight over a man, especially when there are so many women around him. It's inevitable that one will deliberately stir up trouble, or another will intentionally get involved. Most of the time, he can only suppress the situation or plan carefully to avoid it. But in this situation, he can only deal with whatever comes his way.

Since the best strategy was no longer viable, Chen Yi had no choice but to resort to the middle strategy.
Rather than admitting that you've changed your mind, it's better to admit that you're a jerk... that you're just naturally fickle.

While the two women remained silent, Chen Yi let out a deep sigh.

"Ugh!"

The sigh was filled with helplessness and exhaustion.

"Why do you all have to fight and snatch like this?"

Upon hearing this, the Queen's brows furrowed instantly, and Min Ning also got goosebumps.

Chen Yi looked sighing and lamenting. After a long while, he said, "What a wonderful meeting between kindred spirits! Why are you getting so angry? You're a prince and a female knight-errant... and you've come to this point just because you're fighting over me?"

"Speak wild words!"

Who's vying for your attention?

The two women were clearly taken aback and couldn't adapt for a moment. Two harsh words came down on their heads, and they even forgot about the earlier near miss.

Sometimes, people get so speechless that they don't even want to argue anymore.

In Chen Yi's experience, the more heated the argument gets, the more intense the fight becomes, and the more people want to vent their anger. So, if that's the case, then let's just make sure neither of us wants to vent our anger.

The only way is to take an unconventional approach.

Making them feel awkward will calm down even the biggest anger.

Chen Yi happened to be a little tipsy, so his performance wasn't too intense, and there was some genuine emotion in his words. As a result, the two women were somewhat tense, took a sip of their wine, glanced at each other, and subconsciously wanted to argue, but before they could speak, they smiled silently.

This man is really...

Really...

"Pighead." "Bitch."

The two women had different thoughts, yet almost simultaneously, the same idea arose in their minds.

The atmosphere in the attic froze for a moment. The tense jealousy from before had been stirred up by Chen Yi's words, leaving it neither hot nor cold, like a red-hot iron suddenly thrown into ice water. It hissed and released an awkward puff of white steam, neither burning nor freezing completely.

Qin Qingluo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but not completely. She simply turned her face away, looking at the deep night outside the building, and let out a faint hum.

Min Ning picked up the empty wine glass in front of her, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of the glass. Her gaze fell on the small amber-colored wine stain remaining at the bottom of the glass. She pursed her lips, a mixture of disdain and amusement on her face.

Chen Yi was caught in the middle, feeling the silent yet slightly disdainful atmosphere on both sides.

This tactic worked, but the side effects were obvious. The two women now look at him with the same scornful gaze they would give a roadside rock.

For a moment, Chen Yi couldn't help but miss the little fox, recalling how the girl usually smoothed things over without making things difficult, and intentionally protected him. Even when facing Zhou Yitang, she would find all sorts of reasons for him. It was truly wonderful to have a girl in the harem who was always willing to be the second wife...

Like a spring breeze melting away winter rain, the chilly weather suddenly becomes a bit warmer.

Just as the silence was about to become heavy and viscous again, Qin Qingluo's gaze swept over the empty wine pot and several equally empty jade cups on the table.

She didn't look at Chen Yi or Min Ning, but simply stretched out her slender fingers, picked up the wine bell, and shook it twice.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

Almost simultaneously, in the shadows of a corner of Hanhai Tower, a maid moved silently, lowering her head slightly.

Qin Qingluo still didn't look at anyone, only giving a curt order, his voice regaining the calm and aloof tone befitting a prince:

"The wine is finished. Let's change to a jar of Autumn Dew White wine."

"Yes." The maid bowed and quickly cleared away the empty pots and cups on the table.

Soon, the new wine vessels and a wine jar sealed with mud were brought up.

The mud seal was broken, and a fragrance even more refreshing than "Nanling Spring" filled the air, carrying the chill of early autumn dew. It instantly diluted the rich floral and fruity aroma of "Nanling Spring" and made the air feel fresher.

The maidservants remained silent and efficient as they warmed the wine and served it to the guests.

The warm wine was poured into a new jade cup, revealing a nearly transparent light gold color that rippled gently in the candlelight.

The aroma of wine wafts through the air; the new wine is ready.

The awkward and somewhat heated exchange just now seemed to have been temporarily sealed away as the old wine was removed.

But will this newly arrived "Autumn Dew White" be more refreshing and invigorating upon first taste, or will it lead one into a deeper state of intoxication...?

Chen Yi looked at the freshly poured glass of wine in front of him and hesitated to pick it up immediately.

He was pondering how to break the silence when Min Ning spoke first.

She seemed to have had enough of this sticky stalemate, and downed the clear wine in her cup in one gulp. The jade cup fell to the table with a "clatter," carrying a touch of the straightforwardness of a chivalrous heroine.

“Your Highness,” Min Ning looked up at Qin Qingluo, his eyes, still slightly drunk, shone brightly in the candlelight. The jealousy and resentment he had felt earlier seemed to have been largely extinguished by the new wine, replaced by an interest in discussing matters of the heart. “Just now we were busy bringing up old grievances about love and romance, which was meaningless.”

I've heard that Your Highness's martial arts have flourished once again, surpassing even your former prowess. Would you allow someone like me, a mere novice in the martial world, to witness Your Highness's martial prowess?

She deliberately emphasized the word "martial intent," carrying three parts testing and seven parts sincerity.

In the martial world, martial arts are the foundation of one's life and a reflection of one's character. The martial spirit of the former King of Annan collapsed because of Chen Yi, but now it seems to have been reborn from the ashes, with an even stronger restrained aura than before. She wanted to know what Qin Qingluo's martial spirit was like now.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qingluo's scrutinizing gaze did not completely fade, but she seemed to have been piqued by the topic.

She sat upright, her black robe with gold patterns gleaming calmly in the candlelight. She did not answer directly, but simply traced the edge of the jade cup with her fingertip.

Silently, an indescribable aura emanated from her.

It wasn't a deliberately emanating pressure, but rather a deeper, more profound state of mind.

In that instant, Min Ning seemed to see a vast and boundless territory, a battlefield filled with the smoke of war, and a heavy responsibility for the nation. A majestic and awe-inspiring will enveloped Hanhai Tower, as solid as a rock calming the sea, as imposing as a mountain.

However, amidst this vast and majestic torrent of martial intent, Min Ning's keen martial arts senses detected an extremely subtle anomaly.

Deep within that underlying color, there seemed to be a faint yet undeniable warmth... like a soft lining beneath a cold suit of armor, like a flickering candle deep within a majestic palace.

Chen Yi, standing to the side, also felt this complex and powerful martial intent, and his heart trembled slightly.

He knew Qin Qingluo better than Min Ning and could better appreciate the weight of that martial intent, but at this moment, he also held his breath, wanting to see how Min Ning would respond.

Facing Qin Qingluo's overwhelming martial intent, Min Ning was not crushed; instead, his eyes blazed with intense light.

She slammed her hand on the table and laughed loudly, "Good! Well done, Your Highness! Just wait and see!"

Before he finished speaking, Min Ning's aura suddenly changed.

The previous drunkenness and resentment vanished instantly, replaced by an incredibly vibrant aura. She didn't deliberately release her pressure to counter Qin Qingluo's weight, but rather it was as if an invisible shackle had been removed.

hum.

A completely different martial intent surged forth!

Her martial spirit was like a long wind in the wilderness, flowing freely!

In an instant, the sounds of a martial arts world filled the air, like the sounds of a rainy night, galloping horses, and the clash of swords. Min Ning's figure seemed both blurry and incredibly clear in the candlelight. Her inner energy surged and flowed within her body, carrying an almost untamed and unrestrained energy.

Her eyes shone like cold stars, a kind of carefree and proud spirit that roamed thousands of miles alone, making the world her home. She had no fixed path, no heavy burden, only the unbridled joy of doing whatever she wanted and cutting down injustices, like a fish swimming upstream in a great river.

Her martial spirit is pure chivalry, the courage to help those in need, the unwavering loyalty to strangers, the exhilarating joy of revenge, and the freedom to break free from all constraints and roam the world!

This martial intent was pure and intense, full of the wild and untamed spirit and vitality unique to the people of the martial world, forming a stark and peculiar contrast with Qin Qingluo's profound and weighty royal martial intent.

It is like a clear mountain spring rushing into a bottomless cold pool. Although it cannot shake the foundation, it stirs up ripples and brings a completely different kind of vitality.

Min Ning was immersed in his martial spirit, his face beaming with pride, as if he had returned to those days of galloping through the martial world, living a life of unbridled joy and vengeance.

She looked at Qin Qingluo with obvious pride and expectation, as if to say: Look, this is me! This is the world of Min Ning!
However, just as her martial intent reached its peak, as she tried to perceive more clearly the unusual aspect of Qin Qingluo's majestic martial intent, a subtle warmth suddenly shone clearly in her heart.

It was no longer a vague warmth, but an extremely small and heartwarming scene.

An ordinary little courtyard, full of everyday life.

In the courtyard, a small bamboo horse sits quietly in the corner.

Next to the bamboo horse, there seemed to be an even smaller, brightly colored cloth tiger...

There was a little girl crying over there.
There was also a man named Chen Yi over there who kept laughing...

(End of this chapter)