My enemies became my companions

Chapter 270 The Real Thing (asking for monthly ticket)

Really, genuine?
Chen Yi's expression changed instantly and he stood still.

Queen An's face was gloomy, her eyes were dark as water, and there was a blush on her cheeks. It was hard to imagine that she could still look so flushed after being a widow in the palace for more than ten years.

And his hands were placed where they shouldn't be.

Chen Yi looked at An Hou, then looked at Zhu E who was walking towards him in the distance.

It looks like, Zhu'e's disguise skill... is really similar, it looks almost exactly the same as the one in my arms.

How come they are so identical?!

Chen Yi suddenly felt a surge of blood and his body began to ache.

As his hands loosened, Chen Yi took a few steps back, stumbling a little. He pressed his head and felt a little dizzy.

Queen An looked at him with cold eyes, pursed her red lips, and said nothing.

bumped into.

Even if it was only for a moment.

Unspeakable rage swept over her, her fingers trembled slightly as she looked down upon this audacious and rebellious minister.

Chen Yi had been hit twice by the nameless old lady, which had already caused some serious injuries. Now under the impact, his mind was a little confused and he fell to the ground for a while.

He thought about killing ten people and then turning against Queen An...

I even thought about making some cold remarks in Jingren Palace, saying that even if you feel like being the only one who has the final say, I will remain unmoved.

But he never thought that he would meet her here.

And also...

When Chen Yi thought of the feeling on his hands and lips at that time, he felt even more dizzy.

An Hou didn't know how to face him, and he was no exception...

Queen An was ready to meet him in the courtyard, and Chen Yi was ready to meet her in Jingren Palace, but they didn't expect that they would meet here in the end.

I had originally planned for a tense situation, but I didn't expect it to be so... ridiculous.

When Zhu E saw Chen Yi fall to the ground, he rushed forward in panic, while Queen An looked at the woman who disguised herself, threw herself on Chen Yi and held the latter in her arms.

The Princess of Annan held the man in her arms, and the man's head seemed to be resting in the soft and tender arms of his mother.

This scene is like Guanyin holding her child.

When she looked into Feng's eyes, she felt inexplicably upset.

Chen Yi felt dizzy. The palm technique used by the nameless old lady was exquisite. It was created by her. This palm technique also had no name, but the internal energy was extremely strong and could easily cause internal injuries. Even though the nameless old lady did not use her full strength, the gap in realm was there and he was still injured in the lungs.

But now he was stimulated again, and his spirit, which had just relaxed, was in chaos, and all the colorful things in Chen Yi's eyes were squeezed into a ball.

Seeing "Queen An" coming towards him, Chen Yi subconsciously wanted to push her away.

Zhu E hurriedly took the medicine from his bosom, and when he saw that he was about to push him away, he quickly said, "Sir, I am a fake, I am a fake."

Chen Yi gradually calmed down.

Zhu E had already taken out the ointment, unscrewed the bottle, and was about to apply it, but one hand was holding him back and the other hand was not convenient for pouring the medicine, so he could only shake the bottle back and forth to shake the medicine out.

After taking a long breath, Chen Yi exhaled and was about to close his eyes tiredly. He didn't want to face this anymore.
Suddenly, I heard another sentence:
"Let me come. I am the real deal."

Chen Yi let out a breath and then breathed it back in, forcing the breath back into his heart.

Queen An had already walked over, her face frosty, and she almost snatched the medicine bottle from Zhu E's hand.

The dark blue ointment fell on her hand, emitting a faint bitter medicinal fragrance. She looked at Chen Yi in Zhu E's arms with a gloomy gaze, and silently applied the ointment on the black palm print.

The mother of a country's fingertips were as soft as silk as her bare hands, and they brushed across the palm print along with the ointment. An Hou's face showed no sadness or joy, she just applied the ointment silently. After applying it to one side, she turned her eyes and saw Chen Yi's head lying in the warmth of the fake ointment, motionless.

The image of the underground palace flashed through her eyes, and her fingertips trembled as if they were electrocuted.

At that time, when they slept, she hugged him tightly from behind, and he rested his head there obediently.

Queen An was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly wanted to kill him, just because this minister whom she had promoted had no bottom line and was loyal to whoever gave him milk...

After coming to her senses, shame and anger swept through her heart. She clenched her hands so hard that it hurt, using the pain to stimulate herself.

"Turn around." said Queen An.

She saw the fake dragging Chen Yi's body over, with Chen Yi's broad back exposed in front of her. Her heart tightened, and her eyes were filled with pity and pain. She slowly applied the ointment on it.

After the ointment was applied, Chen Yi's condition seemed to have improved a little. He took a few breaths and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Unconsciously, An Hou caressed his wound with her fingertips carefully, as if she was afraid of hurting him. When she came to her senses, hatred surged back into her heart, followed by shame and anger.

Queen An slowly stood up and glanced at Chen Yi with disgust. Her eyes then fell on the fake one and her voice was cold:

"Your surname is Zhu and your given name is E. It seems that you are the Princess of Annan."

Zhu E squinted at Hui An and realized that she was the mastermind behind the scenes and wanted to kill them, so he replied:

"It's my little girl. It's been ten years since we last met. Time flies so fast."

"Do you still remember me?"

Queen An looked at her current appearance and the answer was obvious.

Zhu E refused to retreat and said, "If you don't remember, how can you pretend to be the queen?"

Queen An was furious, but she did not show her anger. She said in a gentle voice, "I live deep in the palace. I have heard that women in southern Xinjiang all learn the art of disguise, but because of their ugly appearance, they cannot see people. I wonder if this is true?"

"My daughter is just the opposite." "Oh?" Queen An sneered.

Zhu E smiled and said charmingly, "I can only disguise myself as someone uglier than myself."

Queen An became even more angry, and her phoenix eyes were full of resentment.

But she had been ruling the country for a long time, and she was used to seeing all kinds of people. Naturally, she had developed the habit of not showing her emotions on her face. She smiled and said:
"Beauty and ugliness are only temporary, and will eventually turn into dry bones. However, I live in seclusion and rarely go out. I never thought that the Princess of Annan would actually cheat on me."

These words were clearly an insult to Zhu'e for being unfaithful to her husband, being a lowly woman, cuckolding the King of Annan and bringing disgrace to her ancestors.

But Zhu'e was a person of a different temperament. She was not from the Central Plains. Instead, she smiled softly at the arrogant An Hou and said calmly:
"Not only does he steal people, he also steals into the palace..."

She drew out her tone.

"Right under the Queen Mother's nose~"

As soon as the words fell into An Hou's ears, her whole body shook, and she suddenly realized what it felt like to have her lungs explode with anger.

"Princess Annan, don't be ungrateful," she said coldly, "I'll let Madam come and kill you now, so what?"

Zhu E laughed so hard that he bent over, and the mountains piled up in front of Chen Yi, like a cushion on the table.

"Shoot him, shoot him. The prince is gone. What's the harm if you kill a princess?"

After saying this, Zhu E hugged Chen Yi infatuatedly and rocked him gently:

"He can still make you break up like this. Tell me, will he want to kill you and bury you with me?"

Queen An's chest heaved as she glanced at Chen Yi. The latter's face was obscured by the mountains and she couldn't see it even if she wanted to. Subconsciously, she kicked Chen Yi in annoyance.

Whoever gives you milk is your mother! Being a dog for the Princess of Annan!

When she came to her senses, she was stunned again, unable to understand why she had done such an impolite thing. She took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and turned around.

The King of Annan has disappeared, and the only one left here is the immoral and unchaste princess. In the overall situation, a woman is meaningless. Even Emperor Gaozu of Han had abandoned his wives many times.

Whether capturing Zhu'e or killing her would only cause trouble. It is possible that the King of Annan deliberately abandoned her here.

After thinking it over, Queen An crossed her hands and placed them flat on her belly, and said in a gentle voice:

"Why should a woman embarrass another woman? I will let you go today. You can take care of yourself."

Zhu E was not used to this tone, so he said, "Yes, yes, old lady, please go away."

An Hou clasped her fingertips tightly together, her eyebrows raised: "Southern barbarian bitch!"

"Old maid!"

"If you ever step foot into the capital again, I will send someone to tear your face off!"

Facing Queen An's face, Zhu E smiled and said, "Okay, you also know that you are ugly."

"You!" Queen An could no longer hide her anger.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing that they were still arguing, Chen Yi, who had been pretending to be dead, coughed a few times, and the mountains in front of him shook.

Zhu'e's face turned slightly red, she moaned, and hugged Chen Yi tighter.

An Hou also came back to her senses and calmed down her tone:

"If you marry her, she will be your wife; if you run away, she will be your concubine.

You are the princess, so you must be aware of the importance of this matter. He will be granted a title of nobility. According to the law, the marriage of a man who has been granted a title of nobility but has not married should be decided by the palace."

The law that the Queen Mother mentioned came from the Dayu Law on marriage and funerals. Its original intention was to arrange marriages for those royal family members who could not find a good wife. After all, even royal family members who had been prosperous for generations would eventually decline.

When Zhu E heard this, her naturally charming eyes and eyebrows became meaningful.

How could she not understand what these words meant? This extremely honorable queen mother was hinting that as long as the palace nodded, she could enter Chen Yi's house even if she was a princess with bad morals...

But, is it really up to you to decide?

"If you get engaged, she'll be your wife, if you run away, she'll be your concubine. That's true," Zhue said indifferently, answering the question irrelevantly: "But the woman he likes most is his concubine."

Queen An glanced at her with her phoenix eyes, said nothing more, and walked away slowly.

Chen Yi, who had been holding his breath for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, the master is awake."

I wish I could pretend to be slow to realize it.

Facing this seductive woman, Chen Yi gave a bitter smile, then pinched her thigh fiercely and said in feigned anger: "Are you still pretending?"

Zhu E pretended to be weak and vulnerable, and said softly, "Don't you like it, sir?"

Although Chen Yi had regained some strength, she was as soft as a ball of cotton and still didn't want to get up.

I used to think that Zhu E was not as good as Qin Qingluo, but now I see that even if she doesn't take care of the household chores for the palace, the princess is still a unique woman.

Once I got busy with housework, Zhu E was the most enthusiastic in responding.

He raised his hand, walked around the mountains, and gently stroked Zhu'e's face.

Although in this posture, he couldn't see it.

Zhu E said in a delicate voice: "It's a fake."

“The real thing is not necessarily better than the fake one.”

(End of this chapter)