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

By the time the news reached Chang'an, it was already late winter. The snow in Chang'an came very early this year, and the green tiles of Taiji Palace were covered with frost.

Silently closing the document in his hand, Pei Jiaoran looked at the document in his hand attentively. Li Xiujing's return from victory was a good thing for her, but it was also a bad thing.

Sometimes too much dazzling light, all added to the body, is not a good thing, but will become a reminder of death.

After signing her name on the document in her hand, Pei Jiaoran rubbed her forehead and walked to the window. Looking out the window towards the snow-covered eaves.

The biggest advantage of being a member of Zhongshushe is that while having the right to speak, you also have certain rights to do things. Being able to put forward preliminary suggestions in the memorial can more or less influence the decisions issued by the central committee.

In the past month, she has drafted nearly a dozen books. Half of them followed her advice. At present, in addition to being in charge of secrets, she is also drafting and producing books as an informant.

"Pei Sheren, Yuan Day is only a few days away. You are so lucky this year that you don't have to stay overnight." A clerk said with a smile.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran smiled and said, "Is Zhu Mei on duty this year?"

"Yes." The clerk replied as he took away the document she was pointing to, "Zhu Sheren has been on duty for two consecutive years."

"That's it. Then let me swap with him. Anyway, I'm bored alone in Chang'an."

"Eh? Pei Sheren doesn't have to celebrate the New Year with his family?"

"No need." Pei Jiaoran walked back to the case and poured a cup of tea, his eyebrows relaxed, "My family is not in Chang'an."

She is telling the truth. She really didn't know where her mother-in-law had traveled. I'm afraid only they themselves knew where they had gone.

The scribe looked at her in surprise, but Pei Jiaoran took a sip of tea. Put your hands against the wall of the cup, greedily absorbing the heat from it.

It's so cold this year.

Yuan Day arrived in the blink of an eye, and with it came the victorious Shence Army. Emperor Wei accepted the congratulations from hundreds of officials and various places in front of Chengtian Gate, and personally issued an edict to reward the Shence Army.

At night, the city of Chang'an was shrouded in hustle and bustle, but Pei Jiaoran returned from the public kitchen with a pot of Jiannan Shaochun and sat by the window drinking alone.

Zhu Mei was very happy that day when she heard that she wanted to exchange money with him. He said that after the Chinese New Year, he would treat her to a meal to express his gratitude, but she declined Zhu Mei's kindness. She had selfish motives for doing this.

She wanted to take advantage of her stay to make good calculations about next year's national expenses. At a glance, she discovered that the department was already running low on resources. If I can't think of a way, I'm afraid I'll have to add more punches.

After drinking the wine from the jar, Pei Jiaoran quietly returned the empty wine jar. He walked back to Zhongshu's office in another province as if nothing had happened, picking up a pen and calculating the memorials submitted by the Ministry of Revenue.

Fireworks bloomed one after another in the night above Chang'an's head, and the sound of firecrackers spread through the red walls and double eaves to every corner of Tai Chi Palace.

It wasn't until midnight that the noise died down. At this time, Pei Jiaoran also put down his pen, and sarcasm flashed in his eyes as deep as an ancient well.

Looking at the newly written plan to support the state, Pei Jiaoran opened his lips and blew dry the ink stains. Fold it carefully and stuff it into the book box.

Her plan is quite bold and she wants to implement it smoothly. We must find someone who can speak well in the court, and work with her to draw attention to the monks and nuns.

Otherwise, the monks, nuns and believers would have to jump out and eat her first.

When the winter sun shrouded the sky over Tai Chi Palace, the lonely and boring stay finally passed.

Pei Jiaoran and the officials who came to stay the next day handed over Zhongshu's affairs in other provinces, and then Pei Jiaoran was able to leave.

Both the east and west cities were bustling with people and cars and horses. Pei Jiaoran struggled to walk through the crowd, his light crimson robe crumpled by the crowd. There were also a few times when the fu head almost fell off.

In my ears, the pipa, harp, harp, flute, and drums sounded in unison, filling my ears together with the shouts of Hu merchants on the street. Those Hu merchants and merchant women had quite loud voices. When they shouted, the already extremely crowded streets suddenly became filled with water.

"This year's new Persian brocade! Madam, would you like to buy a piece and go back to make new clothes? It just so happens that Youshen Cejun is back, making new clothes so that he can find a new son-in-law."

"The crystal cup that just arrived can be used to pour all kinds of wine. If you pour wine, it tastes the best!"

Pei Jiaoran took a deep breath and pushed through the crowded crowd. At Hu Shang's stall, I bought a Kunlun slave mask and put it on my face. Then he took a step forward and jumped up onto the eaves of the shop nearby.

There were exclamations from behind. Pei Jiaoran ignored it and jumped up to the horn tile not far away. He jumped into the dark alley beside him.

Looking back at the surging crowd behind him, Pei Jiaoran smiled on his lips. I can't help but sigh, it's really better to have martial arts skills. It comes in handy at this time and can save a lot of time.

Smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes, Pei Jiaoran strode into the wine shop in Huaiyuanfang, West Market.

"Mother Hu, here comes Mr. Guanqing." Pei Jiaoran said loudly while standing in front of the wine rack.

After the words fell, a lady with still charming charm poked her head out from behind the curtain and looked at her, "It seems that the young lady is a good player. She actually knows that my husband is the best."

"I was lucky enough to taste it a few years ago, and I still remember it." Pei Jiaoran smiled and looked at each other, "Your wine goes best with Chongxianfang's mutton."

Hearing this, Aunt Hu chuckled, took three jars of wine from behind the counter and handed it to her, "I just arrived with a Xishi accent. I'll give it to you to taste it. Remember to come to my place more often later."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hu." After paying the money, Pei Jiaoran turned and left.

He continued to put on his mask and used Qinggong to step on the eaves and return to the house in Chongyifang.

From that day when a clerk from the Ministry of Education came to deliver official uniforms, many people nearby knew that a young fifth-rank official lived here. Families with children nearby would take their children to visit the neighborhood from time to time to soak up their talents, which would help them become Jinshi in the future.

Fortunately, today was the second day of Yuan Day, and the excitement in the east and west cities attracted their attention. Pei Jiaoran was able to be free and pure for the time being.

In the afternoon, Taoist priests and female crowns from Wubenfang and Xingdefang next door came to deliver blessing seals from door to door.

Under the expectant gaze of the Xiantian Taoist priest, Pei Jiaoran smiled and pasted the talisman on the door to seek good luck and avoid evil. After seeing her affixing the talisman seal, the Taoist priest left with satisfaction.

Looking back at the talisman swaying in the wind on the door, Pei Jiaoran shook his head. Close the door and go in.

The talisman fell to the ground due to the vibration when the door was closed. Covered in the snow swept aside.

The excitement did not dissipate until sunset. But Pei Jiaoran set up a charcoal stove to sear the mutton and warm the wine. Quite contented.

Fireworks are still blooming in the night, and the snowflakes that have only stopped for a day are falling again.

Pei Jiaoran was sitting by the stove, sipping a cup of Lang Guanqing.

"Sure enough, Aunt Hu's Langguanqing tastes the best." Pei Jiaoran couldn't help but praise.

As if to match her emotion, the charcoal in the furnace made a soft sound.