After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

Under the supervision of the Yushitai and the debt collection from the Ministry of Revenue, the Miyagi bureaus completed the August capital account without any danger. As for the impeachment notice regarding errors in the Treasury's accounts, it was as silent as a stone thrown into water.

The courtiers of various departments also looked forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday in fear. The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, which also means there is not much left in the year.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is Pei Jiaoran's turn to be on duty, and there is also an imperial censor who is scheduled to be on duty today.

After eating in the public kitchen, Pei Jiaoran walked back to Zhisitui's public room. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he lightly jumped onto the eaves and sat down under the moonlight. Finally, he lay down on his back with his hands behind his head.

This time last year, she was still the magistrate of Jinchang County in Guazhou. In the blink of an eye, she was already the vice-president of the Taiwan Academy. She knew that in the eyes of many people she was young and inexperienced, and that Ren Zhixitui simply had bad luck and joined the family of Jia Gonglu.

But only those with a discerning eye know that she is a living target specially set up by Jia Gonglu for Wang Hui and the others.

With his thoughts at this point, Pei Jiaoran rolled his eyes. He touched two fire crystal persimmons from his arms and gnawed on them. After autumn, frost-covered persimmons are the sweetest and most delicious.

A letter slipped out from his sleeve and landed on the eaves. Pei Jiaoran looked at the letter and raised his eyebrows slightly.

She almost forgot that Li Xiujing wrote her a letter. Wiping off the juice on his hands, Pei Jiaoran opened the letter and read it carefully.

This time the letter was not that sour. Instead, it was written in a formal style and in the form of an official document telling her how the fields in Guazhou were growing and that this year would definitely be a good year. She didn't forget to add a sentence in the letter. If everything goes well, she can send food northward this year according to her idea to prepare for the bad year in Guanzhong.

Another sentence was added at the end of the letter. If I will return to the north soon, can you warm me with wine and wait for me?

Pei Jiaoran frowned as he looked at the handwriting on the letter. If Li Xiujing can return to the north and become her ally, whatever she wants to do in the future will be much smoother. But at the moment, she really can't think of a suitable place for Li Xiujing to return north to Chang'an after his term of office expires.

Nanya is an idle minister, so if Li Xiujing goes, it will not be of any benefit to her, but it will easily become a hindrance. As for the Sixth Division, I'm afraid there will be a lot of difficulties on Wang Yu's side. It seems that there is only one Shence Army left, which is a good place to go, but with Li Xiujing's temperament, is he really willing to be a colleague with an eunuch?

She remembered Li Xiujing in her previous life and was quite disgusted with eunuchs. Even though he himself was born in Shence, he still disliked many people in the Shence army.

The only good friend was Lieutenant Liu. But if there is no opportunity, even if Li Xiujing joins the Shence Army, there will be no benefit at all.

Pei Jiaoran sighed deeply when he thought of this. What kind of opportunity should there be for Li Xiujing to successfully join the army?

Pei Jiaoran looked at the moon and thought deeply in Chang'an, but he didn't know that thousands of miles away in Guazhou, there were also people looking at the moon and cherishing their loved ones.

Although Guazhou during the Mid-Autumn Festival is not as prosperous as Chang'an, it is still quite lively.

Li Xiujing sent He Liang and Feng Yuanxian away early and took Bi Fei and Ashan to play on the street, while she drank alone under the moon in the courtyard of Zhoushe.

The moon is at the zenith, bright and clear. Li Xiujing poured wine into a Jun kiln white porcelain cup, and the moonlight fell on the wine. Raising the glass and sniffing it, the wine smells refreshing, but it is quite cold after drinking it.

He closed his eyes and sighed, thinking of Pei Jiaoran. She is like this cup of wine, the aroma is alluring when you smell it, it is cold and tasteless when you drink it, but it is as sweet as sweet wine.

Since Pei Jiaoran left, he and Bi Fei would send her letters every month to inform her of the current situation in Guazhou. But there was no formal reply, and he would only occasionally give him a few words in his reply to Bi Fei.

He really couldn't figure out what she was thinking, but he was looking forward to her reply. Looking at Zhan Zhongyue with squinted eyes, he thought that he would ask her for details after he returned to Chang'an.

Li Xiujing was talking about her in Guazhou, while Pei Jiaoran, who was admiring the moon on the eaves, sneezed several times in succession. He quickly jumped down from the eaves and ran to the public kitchen to beg for a bowl of ginger water.

After autumn, catching wind and cold is not a trivial matter.

Just because the Mid-Autumn Festival is over does not mean that the court can breathe a sigh of relief.

Preventing autumn has become the first priority for the imperial court. The so-called prevention of autumn means to prevent Tibetans, Uighurs and Turks from invading southward when autumn is high and horses are fat.

Therefore, today we have to admit Tian Wenyi, nephew of Tian Baochen, the newly appointed military governor of Wei Boya Bing. As for the whereabouts of his son Tian Xu, the imperial court did not ask. After all, to resist the Turks, we have to rely on Heshuo. For these arrogant feudal towns, we can only give in and acquiesce to their actions.

Also busy were officials from the Department of Household Affairs and Yanziku. People, food, horse materials, military uniforms, and military supplies must all be estimated. If any errors or omissions are found, they must be reported promptly, so as to avoid having to raise military expenses temporarily in case of war when the army is about to be deployed.

Pei Jiao's eyes deepened as he watched the officials in Zuozangku count the cashiers in the warehouse with a sullen expression.

There is a ghost in Zuozangku. As soon as the idea came to him, Pei Jiaoran's eyes fell on the account book and his crimson lips pursed slightly.

The imperial court has always relied on Duzhi to send troops out of the country, which is called food out of bounds. Yantie and Hubu each have their own military supply plans. Yantie has its own patrol salt field, which allocates one cent every month to military expenditures. The Ministry of Household Affairs allocates part of it from the two taxes and the money removed from the village as military expenditures.

Although it is said that Jinshang has come forward to allocate funds from the internal treasury, the Second Division has paid off the debt of Yantai Treasury. But she always felt that this wealth went round and round and returned to the hands of Zhang Rang and others.

The Yantai treasury for side use may still have no money available.

Pei Jiaoran sighed silently and said nothing more. She suddenly thought of a person who might be the reason for her to compete with Neiku for wealth again.

After thinking for a while, Pei Jiaoran excused herself to go out for some fresh air because she was dizzy, and handed over the affairs of supervising Zuozangku to the palace attendant.

Looking back at the serious-looking palace attendant, Pei Jiaoran narrowed his eyes and strode away.

When Pei Jiaoran came back from abroad, the palace attendants were already arguing with the officials in Zuozangku. They said they violated the law and why the things recorded in the account books were missing.

After saying this, the palace attendant added a sentence to the document in his hand. Zuo Zangtang guarded and committed theft.

"Tell the master, I'll be here to guard you. Theft from Zuozangku is no small matter." Pei Jiaoran said indifferently.

"Here."

Seeing the leaving figure of the imperial censor in the palace, Pei Jiaoran turned his head and looked at Zuo Zangcheng who looked fearless, his eyes showing displeasure.

She actually got along quite well with the imperial censor surnamed Chen. He was awakened when he heard that Chen Yushi was praised by other people in the Yushitai for his good articles and coaxed him to spend money from the platform. From then on he had a lot of respect for himself.

His indifferent words just now decided his fate. But this is officialdom. To sympathize with others is to dig another hole for yourself. In this process, the more sympathy you have, the more danger you will have.

Not long after, Chen Shiyu returned with four Jinwu guards. After conveying the meaning of Master Cui, he took the officials from Zuozangku to the tuiju room for questioning.