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

At night, the wind from Longshan carried the coolness of the Weishui River and blew it down on my body. Pei Jiaoran stretched out her hand to stroke the horse's mane, and the dark purple clothes blended with the black cloak on her body.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Pei Jiaoran raised his lips. Just as he was about to get on his horse, someone grabbed his arm from the side.

She looked back. It was Li Xiujing. He sat on the horse and looked at her condescendingly, with a glimmer in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Pei Jiaoran looked at the arm that was on his own and wanted to break free. But he found that his arm was tightly held by the other party.

Li Xiujing smiled slightly and said, "Shang Shu Pei will stay here. Li has something important that he would like to ask you to come over to discuss."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran looked Li Xiujing up and down, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Is there anything you can't say here? I have to go back and report to His Majesty."

"It's an important matter but also a private matter. Will Pei Shangshu refuse to give me this thin noodles?" Li Xiujing held the reins with one hand and said in a soft tone, "Some words... it's better to say it on your own territory."

Pei Jiaoran squinted his eyes, thinking in his eyes. However, before she could react, Li Xiujing grabbed her off the horse. Wrapped in the arms, whipping towards the distance.

"Li Xiujing, can't you come up with some new tricks? These are the same old tricks, and you just like to use them." Pei Jiaoran said scornfully while trying to compete with Li Xiujing for control of the reins.

"But it's very useful, isn't it?" Li Xiujing let go of his hand and let Pei Jiaoran hold the reins and move forward. He rested his head on her shoulder and bit her earlobe with a longing expression, "Jiajia, I miss you."

Hot flashes surged in my ears, and the dampness fell with them. Lingering on the exposed half of the snow neck.

The Shence Army had been on a campaign for a year and a half, so he hadn't seen her for a year and a half. Pei Jiaoran, who put on the purple robe, was even more energetic. He wanted to hug her from the moment he saw her, but she was unwilling to give him any chance. Now, how could he give up this opportunity.

"I've been traveling here from Fengtian for a long time, and I want to take a bath." Pei Jiaoran replied, turning his head for a moment. Avoiding Li Xiujing's restless movements.

"Okay." Li Xiujing responded vaguely. Using his own body as a barrier, he began to act bit by bit.

After burning incense, the two returned to the Shence Army station. Li Xiujing didn't shy away and directly pulled Pei Jiaoran into his tent.

Then he ordered the soldiers to bring hot water and pour it into the wooden bucket. When the water was full, he retreated very consciously.

Pei Jiaoran took off his clothes and stepped into the water. After all, he had not had much rest, and he felt extremely tired after a while. With his eyelids hanging, he leaned against the wall of the barrel and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a sudden warmth on the back of my neck. Pei Jiaoran opened his eyes in shock, but heard Li Xiujing's voice coming from behind.

"Why did you fall asleep so well? Are you dizzy or not? How about I help you up." Li Xiujing's hand fell on her shoulder and his voice was very gentle.

Pei Jiaoran raised his lips, "Okay. But Xuanyin, didn't you say that your energy and blood are strong?"

"I'm wearing a forehead wipe, so I can't see it." Li Xiujing ignored her and fumbled for the clean middle coat that had been put aside. He put it on Pei Jiaoran from behind, put his arms around her armpits, and gently lifted her out of the water.

The snow-white coat overlaps with the color of the snow, embracing the slightly swollen cluster of snow on the mountain top. The wetness transmits the power of heartbeat through the clothes, with a delicate touch. It was like a trap set by the Rakshasa woman, swallowing up everything she knew and saw bit by bit. The damp black hair winds wantonly around his arms and soaks through his clothes. It seemed to be trying to wrap around his body and make him unable to move.

Li Xiujing pursed his lips. He didn't know what Pei Jiaoran looked like right now. But his intuition told him that her eyes were wandering around him, obviously with evil intentions.

He was placed on the couch by Li Xiujing. The low couch contained the scent of Xun Ling Shili Xiang. In the same faint fragrance, Li Xiujing's longing and coveting eyes were hidden. Although it was already early spring, the wind in Longshan was still cold. Even though there was a brazier not far away, the moisture on his body had not dispersed. When the wind slipped in, Pei Jiaoran could not help but shudder.

Li Xiujing couldn't see her face because of the wiping of her forehead. But she could easily spy the color in his eyes.

"You put your clothes on first? I'll wipe your hair later." Li Xiujing leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I haven't thanked you properly for today. I want..."

"Thank me?" Pei Jiaoran licked the corners of his lips, "It seems like Xuanyin has a good idea?"

Li Xiujing nodded, "If I didn't have you to deal with it for me, I'm afraid my troops would have been swallowed up by Qin Huaiyi. His ambitions are no less than those of Dugujun. Besides, I want to... marry you."

The word "marriage" was lost in his ears, and Pei Jiaoran blinked. His eyes were full of contempt.

"Tsk...then what? Xuanyin, do you think His Majesty will agree to this? Besides, I don't want to have my wings broken and trapped in a golden cage in the back house." Pei Jiaoran moved his waist and looked towards Li from the corner of his eye. Xiu Jing glanced at her and said, "Otherwise, let's do something else. Marrying me is not a good thing."

Sensing Pei Jiaoran's gaze, Li Xiujing straightened up. He said in a deep voice: "I'll just sit on the chair outside for a while, and you can have a good rest here."

Rest? Pei Jiaoran smiled, she had no time to rest. Although Wang Yu is not dead, he has been demoted. Based on her understanding of Jia Gonglu, she will probably not keep him anymore. And when things are done here, everything that needs to be liquidated in the court must be liquidated, and a new order must be established little by little. This was a tacit plan between her, the prince, and even Emperor Wei. As for her, she might be in the center with another appearance. After all, to maintain the operation of imperial power and righteousness, she must at least conspire with the courtiers.

Her conspiracy with the Li family and her conspiracy with Cen Xi should open a new chapter. There are also those people who are attached to Wang Yu. Although there are many things that make her unhappy, she can't just ignore them and let Jia Gonglu annex them. After all, it's hard to survive alone. If we really let those people fend for themselves, she might be the one who gets kicked out.

This is how the Game of Thrones is played. As the winner, Imperial Power naturally takes all. For other people at the poker table, favors are just chips on the poker table. There will be no shortage of people at the poker table, but they are still needed to maintain the liquidity of the poker table so that the game can continue to be played.

This is an eternal drama in the power arena.

"That's all you want to tell me?" Pei Jiaoran grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Li Xiujing sighed, "You should have a good rest first, and it won't be too late to talk again tomorrow morning. Aren't you tired?"

"Tired? It's indeed quite tiring, but aren't you tired? Why should you let down such a dark night?"

As she said, Yeyue is indeed gentle.

The scent of Xun Lingxiang lingered in his nose, and the change in the source of his love became more and more obvious, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was grateful that he met her and became her ally. She took him away from the disgusting mud and carrion, and went to another place where no blood could be seen, but there were traps everywhere, but everything she could see was peaceful. The power in his memory made him disgusted and tired. But she walked with him through the high banks and deep valleys, and in the fierce battles where the sword could not be seen, she thoroughly tasted the beauty of power in her hands. He lingered here, just because she was also here.

"Jiajia." Li Xiujing suddenly pulled off her eyes and wiped her forehead, staring at Pei Jiaoran on the couch. His fingers fell on the laces in front of her clothes, and the thin middle coat had slipped a little. The cluster of Kunlun snow is about to come out, and the desire surging with the mountain wind is already at the top of the wave, "I really dare not live up to such a night, but are you really willing?"

Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and sneered, "This is your consideration, not mine. Make your decision quickly, maybe I will change my mind later?"

Clouds of clothing were torn off, and what was laid out in front of you was a pair of delicate white porcelain. The red forehead fell on the white porcelain, adding a bit of beauty. The white porcelain rolled and rolled under the dampness, gradually developing a crimson color.

Li Xiujing leaned over and picked up Pei Jiaoran's waist. The red forehead also fell to the ground, as if the Bodhisattva standing on the top of the mountain in front of him had completely fallen into the world of mortals.

Realizing that her aura was confused, Li Xiujing smiled. Continuing to act recklessly, it seemed that he wanted something hidden deep in her body to be revealed to him one by one.

Not long after, he reached the swamp. Pei Jiaoran frowned. She knew he wanted to control her, but she was the master of this game.

A nearby candle burned, wax clinging to it. Until it couldn't bear it anymore and fell on the candlestick, forming brightly colored candle flowers. The blowing night wind blew out the fire, and a whisper was hidden.

The night was undoubtedly long, with each other biting each other and not being able to tell where the line was. Only the cold mist in his eyes seemed to have dispersed under the scorching flames.