My enemies became my companions

Chapter 261: Being Bullied Together (Three-in-One)

"Where are you going? Where are you going?"

The boudoir decorated with red silk was in a mess. Min Ming was breathing heavily and rummaging through the drawers like crazy.

All the drawers were pulled out and the wardrobe was also open. The beauty was sweating profusely and her face was flushed. When she accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, she took two breaths and suddenly her face turned pale.

"It's gone... The Yuchun ointment that the queen gave me is gone..."

Min Ming was almost pale. He raised his hand and slapped himself to make sure he was not dreaming.

The intense pain made her sober up a little, but once she was awake, she became even more desperate.

Losing the reward from the royal family, no matter which dynasty it was, once it was made public, it would be a crime of disrespect. What's more, the Yuchun ointment given to her by the empress dowager was of great use. Its loss would ruin the palace's plan.

The Queen Mother was already disappointed in her enough, and now that she had made such a low-level mistake, I was afraid...

I’m afraid that giving it to Chen Yi to play drums would be too easy!
The more Min Ming thought about it, the colder his hands and feet became. In the past ten years or so, the Min family was rising and had some royal favor in the capital, but now, all that was left of the Min family was just a sign of "Min Mansion".

She stood up tremblingly, lowered her head, and was lost in thought. Just as she saw no hope, she couldn't see her feet when she looked down.

"Could it be... taken away by someone..." After a long time, Min Ming slowly reacted.

But, who took it?

Min Ming couldn't think of who it was for a moment. Her boudoir was not something that ordinary people could enter, nor should they enter. Even the old maid who came to clean had to ask her permission first.

"Min Ning? ... She's too straight, that's impossible. So is it the Qingmei grandma? Or someone else?"

Her mind was buzzing and she suddenly felt helpless. No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure out who it was. Min Ning's figure might have flashed by and she had unconsciously passed by this sister.

The naturally graceful figure paced in the room. The burdens of recent days made her throat tighter and tighter. She couldn't sleep at night. Sometimes she felt a little reckless, like Du Shiniang, and threw the complicated days into the river. After all, she was just a brothel girl. Even if she was nominally in the palace and no longer a prostitute, a brothel girl was still a brothel girl. Why not be more debauched? Alas, she couldn't wipe her face, and she was thinking about her chastity. Even so, she was still a whore and wanted to build a memorial archway? Alas, she thought with self-pity. Thinking about it later, she thought again, why did she feel so sorry for herself? Wouldn't it be better to be more straightforward and neat? Otherwise, she would take the initiative to come to his house to play drums, beat red, beat painful, beat this, beat that... What the hell is going on? Why did I think of all this? It's too confusing, too confusing!

Min Ming was out of breath. She fell headfirst onto the bed, gasping for breath. It took her a while before she managed to calm down a little.

She stood up slowly, thought for a while, and said to herself:
"Just go find him. Anyway, it's just a drug to help with sexual intercourse. Just go find him... As long as he gets it, he can tell the queen whether he has the drug or not."

She swam around for a while, but suddenly stopped in front of the door.

Min Ming seemed to remember something and was struck by lightning.

She stopped and froze.
But he seems to... not want me anymore...

.....................

Outside the house, drizzles were falling, splashing on the bluestone road. The yard was filled with an earthy smell, not too strong or too light, which could no longer be smelled when the doors and windows were closed. However, the door was open at the moment. Yin Tingxue liked to sit on the main chair in the hall, reading a book while appreciating the scenery outside the window, even though she was tired of looking at it.

Yin Tingxue ate some broken biscuits when she got up in the morning. When Chen Yi was not around, he would prepare meals in advance. It didn't matter if the dishes were cold. All she had to do was get a small stove and a flint, heat them up and she could eat them. Although the taste was not as good as freshly made, it was still acceptable.

When it comes to food, Chen Yi is never willing to treat her badly, and sometimes he feels a little guilty after going out too much, and then he considerately asks her what delicious food she wants to eat.

After eating the biscuits, Yin Tingxue yawned slightly. She had just woken up, but she felt sleepy after breakfast. She sat on the chair, dozing off with her head down.

There were footsteps outside the house.

The one-armed woman with a lotus on her head walked in slowly. She was not holding an umbrella, but she was not wet at all.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Yin Tingxue dozing off. She lightly tapped a raindrop with her fingertips and then flicked it. The drop flew over like an arrow and hit the girl's cheek.

Yin Tingxue was awakened by the beating and looked at the unkind Zhou Yitang in a daze.

"Sunrise and sunset are the best times for practicing." The one-armed woman said indifferently.

With her supervision, Yin Tingxue perked up immediately. Even though she was still sleepy, she picked up Yin Jianshan's mental method and recited it carefully.

The one-armed woman saw that as she read, invisible Qi gathered into a stream and slowly fell into the girl's acupoints. The latter was unaware of it at all. She just kept reading and looking over here to see if she could find an opportunity to yawn carefully when Zhou Yitang wasn't paying attention.

The girl has a lot of thoughts and doesn’t like to make anyone unhappy. She is worried that Zhou Yitang will think she is not diligent.

In fact, she doesn't need to worry, because Zhou Yitang never thinks anyone is hardworking.

In the matter of practicing Taoism, Heaven gives forty-nine, and man escapes one.

It is often said that God rewards hard work, but in the final analysis, hard work is rewarded only when God is there.

Yin Tingxuehua spent one or two sticks of incense time to read through all the mental methods. Just as he was about to put the book down, Zhou Yitang ordered him, "Read it again."

The girl pursed her lips and read it again silently.

Half an hour passed, and she was tired of talking. She looked at the one-armed woman cautiously.
"I've finished reading."

The latter had already sat down next to her and said calmly, "Then recite it again."

Yin Tingxue felt like crying but had no tears.

Helpless, she stammered as she recited the manual, which consisted of three to four thousand words.

Yin Tingxue often recited Buddhist scriptures. After more than an hour, she finally finished reciting them. She finally took a break for breath, and before she could take a few breaths, she heard the sound of fingers tapping on the tea bowl.

The one-armed woman motioned for her to order tea.

Yin Tingxue looked at her aggrievedly, took a breath, and finally stood up to order her some tea.

The tea was boiling, and the drizzle outside was still falling, a faint deep green color. Zhou Yitong gently held the tea bowl and sipped the tea carefully, and then he saw Yin Tingxue looking a little expectant.

"Is it delicious, Master Zhou?" Yin Tingxue asked with some anticipation. Chen Yi always praised it for being delicious from time to time.

"taste not good."

“…Then why did you drink two more sips? It’s still delicious, right?” There was a hint of suggestion in the little fox’s tone.

Zhou Yitang said bluntly: "If I don't drink a few more sips, how can I know how bad it tastes?"

Yin Tingxue's face turned completely miserable this time.

The one-armed woman slowly sipped the tea in her hand without looking at her. She said without looking away:

"This is to temper your character."

Yin Tingxue rolled her eyes. It would have been fine if Zhou Yitang hadn't said that. But once she did, she felt a little aggrieved and said unhappily:
"Why don't you temper his character?"

Zhou Yitang did not comment.

"He also needs to be tempered." Yin Tingxue whispered.

Zhou Yitang glanced at her and then asked:

"Are you easy to bully or is he easy to bully?"

"I..." Yin Tingxue didn't understand.

"So you have to pick the softest persimmons."

The one-armed woman's reply was a matter of course.

The girl listened and thought it made sense, so she nodded subconsciously. But then she thought something was wrong. Why were Master Zhou and Chen Yi the same? They were unable to bully each other, so they only picked on her to bully.

Yin Tingxue never liked being bullied by anyone, especially Chen Yi. She was so docile and submissive because she had no choice but to do so. If resistance was useful, she would have resisted long ago. However, resistance would have been redoubled by Chen Yi, and coupled with repeated intimidation, she had become obedient.

She remembered the count in the bedroom, and had already written down the word "positive" over the past few days.

As long as I don't make him angry and try my best to make him happy, I only need twenty-five times, or five "positive" characters, to avoid having a baby this year.

It’s just these few days of menstruation, and the few days after menstruation...it’s easy to get pregnant.

Yin Tingxue was scared just thinking about it, and she thought that she should take advantage of her menstrual period to try to please him more.

She swung her legs and tapped the tea bowl, seeming to be thinking.

Zhou Yitang didn't even look at her, but just sipped her tea steadily. She had no idea what Yin Tingxue was planning. There was no shortage of mind-reading skills in Taoism, but it was somewhat ungentlemanly to make such a fuss over a young girl.

"Master Zhou..."

Yin Tingxue held her face and looked at her, cautiously testing her.

Zhou Yitang didn't look away and responded, "Yeah."

"Do you know...how to please him?" Yin Tingxue asked softly.

"I don't do that."

"So you know?"

"do not know."

Yin Tingxue was speechless for a while. She saw that Zhou Yitang didn't want to talk, so she shouldn't have asked further. But now, no one except Zhou Yitang could save her.

Zhou Yitang glanced at her sideways. Yin Tingxue, who was originally planning something, suddenly felt guilty and shrank back.

The one-armed woman tapped the tea bowl lightly. Perhaps out of sympathy, she thought for a while and then said, "Didn't he tell you?"

Yin Tingxue nodded and said, "He said that I can please him if I am jealous."

However, she also understood that her jealousy was never the jealousy that Chen Yi wanted.

Looking at Zhou Yitang, she thought of something and asked with a smile:

"Master Zhou, can you teach me how to be jealous?"

"Oh? When have I ever been jealous?"

Zhou Yitang sneered.
"He can be friends with whoever he wants, it has nothing to do with me."

Yin Tingxue said excitedly: "Yes, yes, that's it."

Zhou Yitang took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to hit her on the head.

Seeing this, Yin Tingxue realized that something was wrong, but she didn't know whether she should apologize, so she stopped talking, put her hands on her knees, and sat quietly.

She stared at the drizzling rain in a trance. The rain in early winter was really cold.

"You're brave."

There was a voice in my ear.

Yin Tingxue was stunned for a moment, then pointed at herself and asked, "Me?"

"Are you not so afraid of him anymore?" asked the one-armed woman.

Sitting on a wooden chair in the hall, Yin Tingxue was lost in thought. The sound of rain was so loud and real, not like snow. Even when the snow was falling, it was silent. She watched for a long time before she said:

“I’m still afraid.”

It was too difficult to say that she was not afraid of him. She had been terrified of him for so long that she was afraid that she would be afraid of him in this life and the next.

"Are you as scared as before?"

"…It seems," Yin Tingxue thought for a while and replied, "There is still some."

The one-armed woman looked unusually confused.

Looking at the drizzle outside, Yin Tingxue herself couldn't really tell. If she had to say that she had become bolder, then she had indeed become bolder these days, especially after they became boyfriend and girlfriend. Chen Yi had been treating her better and better, but being bold didn't mean she wasn't afraid of him.

After hearing what Zhou Yitang said, Yin Tingxue tried to think about it and unexpectedly discovered that the time when she was most afraid of him was often in the bedroom. At that time, he would be merciless and would torture her severely, making her whole body sore, feeling both ashamed and painful.

Even though he never hurt her, she was still afraid. And the time when she was least afraid of him was not in the bedroom, but in Yintai Temple, outside, and somewhere else. At that time, he was always very nice, just like a mother.

Yin Tingxue lost her mind and whispered to herself:

"I'm so afraid of him as a husband, and he as a mother... I'm not afraid."

Zhou Yitang turned a deaf ear to it.

The two girls just sat in the hall, watching the rain fall quietly and sipping tea.

In a corner of the courtyard wall, a plain and elegant pale white oil umbrella appears in the winter rain, and a slender and thin white dress floats over. The Goddess Taihua walks in the rain alley with an umbrella, with the aura of a goddess and fairy.

She stepped over the threshold skillfully, holding an umbrella, and saw the two women in the hall from afar. Yin Tingxue also saw her and called out "Sister Weiying". The latter seemed to recall something, her face turned red and white, and she looked a little more worldly.

Yin Weiying walked over with small steps, bowed to Zhou Yitang from a distance, and then smiled elegantly at Yin Tingxue. She looked like she was going to a small meeting to discuss Taoism, but the girl knew that the reason why Sister Weiying came here today was because it was a day off.

As the end of the year approaches, the number of holidays increases.

Yin Tingxue pulled out a chair for her, ordered some tea, and brought it over.

"Sister Weiying, you are here?"

"…Yeah, it's time to take a break."

"He hasn't come back yet."

"Then I'll wait."

She took the tea bowl in her hand and sipped the tea slowly, the bitter taste of tea sliding across the tip of her tongue. The nun in white turned her head to look at the rain curtain, her long eyes narrowed. The raindrops fell along the eaves. She did not break her promise today and came in the rain, but she never expected that he was not here. It would have been fine if he was not here, but she could not leave and had to wait for a while.

The hall was silent, the ground was damp with a thin layer of water droplets. Yin Weiying felt embarrassed. The atmosphere was really weird. If Chen Yi was here, it would be fine. But Chen Yi was not here. The saying that three women make a play did not seem to be entirely true. Wasn't there any play to be performed in this yard?
Who can be blamed for this lack of a show? Who else can be blamed except that person?

In the prosperous capital city, most men in charge have three wives and four concubines. The same is true in Prince Jing's mansion. Prince Jing has a principal wife and two concubines. Yin Weiying has met those concubines' mothers, and even more so, he has seen that when the concubines' mothers get together, they are all very friendly with each other, chatting about their own family matters. Even though they have lost their beauty and are now old and ugly, they still call each other sisters and live in harmony.

There are many families in the capital city. Even if they don't have such harmony in the backyard, they still look down on each other, are jealous of each other, and quarrel.

But in Chen Yi's yard, there was no uniform harmony, but instead an indescribable awkwardness.

Logically speaking, all three of them are Chen Yi's women, but when they get together, there is no Shura scene at all.

It is said that men love to watch women quarreling and fighting, but it seems unlikely in this hall. It seems that no one cares who is more favored, and no one cares who Chen Yi likes more. There is no need to talk about any trivial matters between women, let alone talk about them.

Yin Weiying was sipping her tea. Chen Yi felt that she was confused, but that was not entirely true. She was always very clear about other people's affairs. Among the three women, Master Tongxuan was the one who cared the most about Chen Yi. If Min Ning was here, she might have some reaction, but there were only her and Yin Tingxue in the hall. She had always been reluctant to follow her distant cousin and become a concubine in this mansion.

The hall was quiet, silent but not dull. Although they had nothing to say to each other, they would never compete with each other. Yin Weiying was enjoying the rain, her mood was wandering. At this time, the daughter of King Xiang refilled her tea. After thanking her softly, Yin Weiying inadvertently caught a glimpse of the latter's hairpin out of the corner of her eye.

That seemed like clear proof that Chen Yi liked her.

His heart, which had been wandering, suddenly sank, as if something was being held back in his chest. Yin Weiying's eyes were filled with complexity.

She didn't want to be taken advantage of.

But Chen Yi said that Yin Tingxue could do it, but she couldn't...

Why?
Yin Weiying felt depressed and worried, and couldn't help but say, "Listen to the snow."

"Ok?"

“…How did you make him like you?” Since there were no outsiders around, Yin Weiying asked directly.

When the daughter of the King of Xiang heard this, she curled her lips, feeling bitter.
"I do not know."

She herself didn't know how she made him like her. It was not a good memory. She only remembered the day when she got married. He almost refused to agree to everything she said. She begged him not to hurt her. That night was sad and embarrassing. In the end, she didn't get an answer. After waking up, he said that he actually liked her very much.

Yin Weiying was silent for a long time, and then said: "I don't want him to take advantage of my spiritual power, do you understand?"

The daughter of King Xiang could hear her distress, and she also knew that Chen Yi could see it, but the girl herself was in a very difficult situation, so she couldn't help even if she wanted to, and Chen Yi... he was always unwilling to give in to anyone easily.

The nun lowered her delicate head. She originally held the tea bowl in one hand, but now she held it in two hands. She seemed to be in a trance and muttered to herself, "How can he like me?"

She looked like a resentful woman who couldn't get the love she wanted.

But she never loved, and never got it. She knew it herself, and Yin Tingxue could hear it too.

Chen Yi did not let down his guard towards this confused woman, and it was impossible for her to return his full love.

Yin Tingxue pondered for a while and whispered:
"If he bullies you again, tell me."

"Can you tell him to stop?"

A glimmer of hope ignited in Yin Weiying.

"cannot,"

The girl said in a low and shy voice:

“I can be bullied with you.

This way...he won't bully you so harshly."

Yin Weiying was speechless for a moment and burst out laughing. His heart was still sad, but he also felt a little warm because of this girl who had shared his joys and sorrows.

The nun opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but stopped herself.

Yin Tingxue seemed to have guessed it, and said softly: "This is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one, right?"

"Um…"

"I know that too. I have always been very obedient to him. But that doesn't mean I won't be bullied. He just has no reason to bully me."

"I saw that before you did."

"Really? Sister Weiying, you are so amazing?"

"…If it wasn't true, I would have been the same as you. Sigh, I don't have the ability to say anything to you. I'm even worse off than you…"

"Yes, he is actually better to me now than before. I dreamed before that he interrupted my immortal bridge, but he never really interrupted it after all."

"You, you should stop bringing up things that are not related to the topic."

"I'm sorry, Sister Weiying, he's actually a better person now, and maybe he'll be nicer to you."

"…It's not much better, he doesn't like me…"

... Zhou Yitang glanced at the pair of princesses, who were talking to each other in private, carefully revealing their memories, which were full of scars brought by Chen Yi.

A winter thunder exploded and the drizzle continued. The one-armed woman remained silent. After a long while, she slowly turned her eyes and looked into the distance. Outside the courtyard, there seemed to be a phoenix chariot coming.

Neither the elder Yin nor the younger Yin noticed that they were talking to each other in private, sometimes lamenting, sometimes comforting each other. In this courtyard, there was no Shura battlefield of jealousy, but only a casual chat of sympathy and complaints.

Yin Tingxue touched the hairpin on her head and said softly:
"In fact, he still likes you very much sometimes."

"Oh, when we were on the bed?" The nun didn't care.

Yin Tingxue nodded and shook her head.

This performance actually made the female priest curious. Yin Weiying originally had no hope, but now his eyes brightened up a little, and he said as if to confirm:

"You heard that?"

Yin Tingxue nodded slightly and continued:
"Sometimes he likes you very much, and sometimes he hates you. Generally speaking, he likes you a little more."

"Then when did he fall in love with me?" As it was related to her own immortality, the nun's voice was a little hurried.

Yin Tingxue thought for a long time, not knowing how to describe it, and guessed: "...when you are in a situation where everything is up to you?"

The nun understood what was said, but also somewhat confused.

Just when she was about to ask in detail,
Suddenly, two footsteps were heard outside the yard.

The person has arrived, and Zhou Yitang lowered his cold eyes.

"The daughters of King Jing and King Xiang are all here together. If you didn't know better, you would think they were visiting their parents."

When the majestic voice fell, both Yin and Xiao Yin were startled, and then they turned their heads. Before they could even be surprised, they subconsciously stood up and knelt down.

"Your humble servant pays respect to Her Majesty the Queen Mother."

Yin Weiying was a little confused, but continued to recite.

Yin Tingxue on the side had already started to tremble, and she did not dare to look up.

After the phoenix eyes were fixed on her for a while, she said with a groan:

"I, I am here to see Her Majesty the Queen Mother..."

The two women did the same, but the one-armed woman still sat on the chair, motionless.

Empress An, who was dressed in casual clothes and on a secret visit, glanced at her. Dayu has always been a Taoist society, and Emperor Taizu had even issued clear instructions that monks do not need to kneel when meeting the emperor. However, clear instructions are clear instructions, and it is rare to see someone like Yin Jianshan Jianjia who turns a blind eye to them.

Both Yin and his wife hung their heads, feeling indescribably flustered.

After all, Yin Weiying was still the daughter of King Jing. While lowering her head, she couldn't help but glance at Yin Tingxue. She had spoken to her in private not long ago, so she was naturally worried about her now.

You know, logically speaking, Yin Tingxue is a criminal, and now she is living in this yard under a fake identity.

Now that the truth has been revealed and the Queen Mother has suddenly arrived in person... Yin Weiying's mind is a little confused.

There was silence in the hall. Beside the mother of a country, the female official Su Xin also lowered her head.

After sorting out his thoughts, Yin Weiying knelt on the ground and pondered for a long time. Just when he was about to say something for the little fox...

"Princess Jing, how have you been lately?" the Queen Mother asked calmly.

Yin Weiying was puzzled for a moment, but still answered in an orderly manner: "If I don't live well, I will fail the grace of the queen."

"You are a grateful person, but I have forgotten what kind of grace I have given you."

The nun said in a clear voice, without missing a single word: "The grace of the Lord is like rain, moistening everything silently."

As soon as the words fell, Queen An raised her lips slightly, her eyes smiling:

"Then you know... even if the rain is heavy, it cannot moisten the grass without roots."

Yin Weiying didn't take it seriously at first, but then he froze for a moment.

Queen An said, "The evil queen took a fancy to him and took him as her lover. She had sex with him every night and granted him an official position privately. Naturally, he also...served her like a servant. Princess Jing, why are you shaking? Isn't that what she said?"

The drizzle fell hastily, and Princess Jing's mind went blank.

She was sweating profusely.

She suddenly remembered the hexagram.

Six-four, the bag is full, no blame and no praise. No disaster and no trouble.

However, the hexagram was calculated by Donggong Ruoshu.

Rather than her own...

(End of this chapter)