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

After glancing at Li Xiujing, Pei Jiaoran stood up and took out a brocade box from the short cabinet. He went inside and took out a small sandalwood box. Return to the desk and open the small sandalwood box. I saw a square square of ink lying in it, exuding a quiet fragrance.

"One tael of Hui ink and one tael of gold. Huan Qi has lived a pretty good life in western Zhejiang these years. It's no wonder he doesn't want to hand over power and come back." Pei Jiaoran was writing ink with an inkstone, his eyes showing heartache, "If it were me, I would be a liar in western Zhejiang. The Tu Emperor is not bad either.”

As Pei Jiaoran moved, the unique aroma of Hui ink became stronger and stronger. After estimating the amount of ink in the Piyong inkstone, Pei Jiaoran carefully put the Hui ink back into the box. Pick up a pen and write.

Although he had seen Pei Jiaoran's ability to imitate other people's handwriting earlier, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, Li Xiujing couldn't help but sigh. She is really superb at this skill, and the letter written by her is exactly the same as the one written by Huan Qi.

Xincheng put down the pen, and the corners of Pei Jiaoran's lips raised slightly, "How do you think I wrote this letter?"

"You can confuse the fake with the real." Li Xiujing praised.

He didn't mean to flatter Pei Jiaoran, but the letter was indeed a good imitation.

"Thank you to Huan Qi for being cautious and not putting a private seal on it. No matter how much I imitate the private seal, it won't help." After receiving the letter, Pei Jiaoran raised his eyes and glanced at Li Xiujing, "I'm afraid I won't be able to do it today." I don’t care about you. But what were you going to say just now?”

Meeting Pei Jiaoran's gaze, Li Xiujing shook his head, "It's nothing. You have a good rest, I'll take my leave first."

Looking at Li Xiujing with a smile in his eyes, Pei Jiaoran opened his lips and said, "Okay."

Seeing Li Xiujing's back melting into the dark night, Pei Jiaoran pulled her lips and smiled. She deliberately flattered Li Xiujing. Only he could better control the Shence Army as the forbidden army. Create a world for her in the military.

Pei Jiaoran suppressed his smile and turned back to the house.

At this time, Zhou Mancao had returned and was cooking medicine on the porch. Seeing her approaching, he stepped forward and said, "Girl."

"Yes. Are they all inside?" Pei Jiaoran asked.

"Everyone is here. Xiyin woke up just now and has just fallen asleep now." Zhou Mancao looked around and lowered his voice, "What is going on? Why is Xiyin so good..."

Seeing that Zhou Mancao was hesitant to speak, Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and said, "I moved someone else's card table, so they have to resist. It's just that the position of his knife is not right. I'll go in and take a look."

After speaking, Pei Jiaoran opened the door and went in. Several people in the room stood up.

"How is Xiyin? I heard from Mancao that he woke up just now." Pei Jiaoran smiled and motioned for several people to sit down, while he took a seat next to the couch. He looked at Pang Xiyin on the bed with worry.

"I've woken up, but I'm still very weak. She asked us to tell you not to feel guilty about it." Zhao Mingluan frowned, "This matter won't affect Xiyin's appointment, right?"

"No. She can rest in peace and recuperate, and leave the rest to me." Pei Jiaoran patted Zhao Mingluan's hand with relief, "I'm afraid you will have to work hard to take care of Xiyin these days. The Ministry of Household Affairs is busy, so I may have to leave. Don’t open your body.”

After listening to her words, Zhao Mingluan nodded and said a good word. After a few more words of comfort to a few people, Pei Jiaoran left.

It snowed all night and finally stopped in the early morning. There was piles of snow in the courtyard, and the sound of shovels scraping the ground could be heard from the door. It was obvious that the people nearby had gone out to shovel the snow early in the morning.

After looking at his wrist wrapped in white gauze, Pei Jiaoran pushed the door open and walked out. At the door was a group of children playing, laughing and joking. Looking at them, she smiled. As expected, only children are the most naive and do not understand that sometimes auspicious snow does not herald a good year, but is the source of disaster. It's as if the people are more concerned about the family's filial piety rather than the infighting in the court.

Pei Jiaoran tightened his fur coat and got on his horse. Run to Anshangmen.

A murder occurred in Chongyifang yesterday. Even though everyone was fine, Marquis Wu still stepped up patrols. Seeing Pei Jiaoran riding his horse from afar, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Pei Shangshu, what happened last night..."

The Marquis Wu who came forward to talk was a middle-aged man with a beard.

Looking at the shop owner of Marquis Wu's shop in front of him, Pei Jiaoran smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, you won't be implicated. You can be considered loyal to your duties."

"The letter..."

"I will hand it over to Your Majesty." Pei Jiaoran stroked the white gauze bandage on his left arm. "This matter has nothing to do with you. Whatever Jing Zhaoyin asks, just answer it truthfully."

"Here."

He rode his horse and came to install the door. At this time, many courtiers gathered in front of An Shang's door.

The sharp-eyed courtiers discovered the white gauze bandage wrapped around Pei Jiaoran's hand.

"Pei Shangshu, what's wrong with you?" Ling Shi from the Ministry of Revenue asked worriedly.

Upon hearing this, Pei Jiaoran sighed, "On my way home last night, I encountered an assassin."

After she finished speaking, all the courtiers turned their eyes to her. There was contempt, there was shock.

"Assassination?" That Hubu Lingshi's eyes widened even more.

"Maybe he offended someone. It's a pity that the assassin was not caught, and he only got a letter. I hope this letter can catch the murderer for me." Pei Jiaoran smiled slightly and rode his horse to An'an's door.

After placing the horse in the stable next to the Yushitai, Pei Jiaoran went to the Lizheng Hall. Stop at the door and wait for the chamberlain to come in and announce.

At this time, Emperor Wei was looking at the long list of names presented by the Political Affairs Hall. In addition to the prince, there were also Jia Gonglu, Cen Xi and Zhang Rang standing in the hall.

After hearing the report from the chamberlain, Emperor Wei frowned. Then he asked the chamberlain to send Pei Jiaoran into the palace.

Pei Jiaoran entered the palace and saw the prince, Jia, Cen and Zhang all there. He quickly bowed his head and came forward to kowtow to the emperor.

"What's wrong with Shangshu Pei?" the prince asked with a frown.

I could hear the urgency in the prince's words. Pei Jiaoran knew that the prince was worried that the two people's restriction on Buddha would be leaked, and he was afraid that she would be killed because of it. He sighed and said, "On my way home last night, I encountered an assassin. Fortunately, Marquis Wu from Fangzhong arrived in time and I was able to survive."

Emperor Wei, who was still lazily leaning on his desk, raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Jiaoran after hearing these words, "Assassin? You are really brave. Pei Qing knows that besides you last night, Su Jinghui, the minister of Zhongshu, was also assassinated in the square. It's a pity that He was not as lucky as you and died of serious injuries.”

Listening to Emperor Wei's words, Pei Jiaoran looked stunned, "Mr. Jiang..."

"The murderer also escaped. Did Pei Qing find anything?"

Jiang Ke's assassination was unexpected to her. Pei Jiaoran quickly covered his eyes in thought and took out the letter she had copied from his sleeve.

"I found nothing. But I found this letter in the shop..."

In order to ensure that nothing was lost, Pei Jiaoran deliberately re-sealed the letter. The letter in her hand now looked exactly like the unopened letter.

"Letter? Bring it here for a look." Emperor Wei put the long scroll in his hand and asked Zhang Rang to get the letter from Pei Jiaoran.

As soon as the letter was opened, the unique aroma of Hui ink hit my face.

Emperor Wei's eyes darkened the moment he opened the letter and read it.

There was a "clang" sound, and the Piyong inkstone that was originally placed on the desk was heard. It fell from the throne to the ground.

It was clearly audible in the empty palace.