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

Pei Jiaoran's voice was calm and ruthless, and even her eyes became emotionless. At this moment, she is the qualified politician, cold and rational. Be aware of every possible hidden trap and carefully avoid the eddies in the calm.

The two looked at each other under the candlelight. Although both of them were well-dressed, he could also feel that her body was filled with desire for power, and even her bones and blood were ice cold.

"Can you please not go back tonight?" Li Xiujing held Pei Jiaoran's hand with a gentle tone.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran smiled. After a while, he finally nodded.

Finish what you are doing. The two left the Tai Chi Palace one after the other and rode towards the Villa in Lishan Mountain.

The steward of Li Family Villa seemed to have not expected that the two of them would come here suddenly, and was quite surprised. However, he responded quickly and ordered his servants to tidy up the house and prepare the bedding.

The moon is deep and the snow is melting.

Pei Jiaoran wore a thin tan-colored velvet jacket and read under the lamp. The window was open, and the white porcelain vase on the window frame was decorated with a gorgeous red plum, and there were scattered snow on the petals. The moonlight fell just right on her.

"It would be great if I could take you away together." Li Xiujing pulled up a soft cushion and sat beside Pei Jiaoran. He raised his hand and pulled out the hosta she used to tie her hair, and looked at it in the palm of her hand.

He remembered this hosta, which he had picked up in the snow. He used this to tease Pei Jiaoran, asking her to call him Erlang. Although she was unhappy, she still reluctantly called Erlang. At the same time, he learned from her that this hosta was a family heirloom.

"Together with Luan and Yongyong, we will be blessed together." Li Xiujing read the eight characters inlaid with gold and silver on the hosta, and suddenly raised her lips and smiled, "It turns out that your ancestor Ji Luan. This is her token of love. What?"

"Probably." Putting down the letter in his hand, Pei Jiaoran reached out to rescue his hair from Li Xiujing's fingers. She turned to look at him calmly.

She heard what Li Xiujing said just now, and he actually wanted to take her away with him.

After thinking for a while, Pei Jiaoran licked his lips and said, "We're all leaving. Why bother with this trip? Aren't you tired?"

Li Xiujing was stunned after listening to Pei Jiaoran's words. He stood up and stretched out his arms to pick her up from the ground, and carried her inside. The gauze curtain hung down, blocking the scene inside.

"Hiss." Pei Jiaoran hissed, raised his eyes and glared at Li Xiujing.

Sensing something was wrong with Pei Jiaoran, Li Xiujing lowered his eyes to look at her left arm, which was covered by her.

Li Xiujing asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"The trick must be done well." Pei Jiaoran let go of his hand and carefully took off half of his clothes, revealing the wound wrapped in a bandage. His expression was meaningless, "How can I make His Majesty angry without causing some injuries?"

Pei Jiaoran's tone was understatement, as if she was not the one who was injured.

Sighing, Li Xiujing got up and sat down. He rummaged through his clothes and brought back a small porcelain jar. Opening the porcelain jar, a familiar smell hits your nostrils.

"Why do you still carry the ointment with you?" Pei Jiaoran leaned lazily on the soft pillow and curved the corners of his lips. Let Li Xiujing apply medicine for her again.

"It is instinct to cherish yourself. And you told me that Sun Ce died of grief and anger due to his wounds." Li Xiujing applied ointment on Pei Jiaoran's wound evenly, then raised his eyes and looked at her, "I can still love myself for you. So please take good care of yourself."

After hearing this, Pei Jiaoran looked at Li Xiujing calmly. Of course she cherishes everything about herself. Just do extraordinary things at extraordinary times. What's more, Sun Ce's death was not due to the fact that in the Wei and Jin Dynasties of the Three Kingdoms, when appearance was important, he simply sighed because of his injured face, "How can he still make achievements again with such a face?", and finally died of grief and anger.

This is what the world sees, but upon closer inspection it is not. At this moment, she and Sun Ce are taking a very similar path, and her actions also mean that she will offend many people. The New Deal she implemented was to save the country, but it also hid hidden dangers. Her involvement in interests was to fix leaks while saving, but it meant that she would be hated by others. Once a group has held a certain interest for a long time, any force that touches it is tantamount to provocation. It's like setting foot in a place full of flowers, intoxicated by it, and trying to pick the flowers, only to be bitten by a snake hidden in it as a warning.

Although the warning is effective, it is not enough to make people retreat. It is not impossible to drive away poisonous snakes and pick flowers. But these come at a price.

Just like Sun Ce, he died in this.

"I naturally cherish myself. But even if I leave Chang'an at this time, it does not mean that there is no danger." Pei Jiaoran pointed his finger on Li Xiujing's lips, with a gentle expression but hidden sarcasm, "For me, as long as I am in this There are dangers everywhere. Likewise, only I can give myself a sense of security, and no one else can."

Pei Jiaoran's words were sober and rational, but they seemed to be stripped of emotion. Just like her, once emotions are put aside, only reason and determination remain.

The cold fingers touched his lips, which was in sharp contrast to the crackling charcoal fire burning not far away. I don't know if it was due to the servant's negligence, but the charcoal fire in the house was burning very brightly. Both of them were covered in fine beads of sweat, and their deep, affectionate eyes collided with the deep, dark pupils. The candlelight is projected on the gauze curtain, and the light and shadow flicker. There were footsteps on the verandah from time to time, but it was so quiet under the curtain that they could only hear each other's breathing. The house is filled with the scent of Xunling Shilixiang.

Silently, he passed through the gaps between the curtains, got into the gaps in the clothes, and came into close contact with their bodies. It concealed all the secret calculations, and then cleverly wrapped the two of them, blending into one with them.

"It seems that the window is not closed." Pei Jiaoran said slowly.

"Don't lie to me. It's obviously closed." Li Xiujing moved the hand that was covering her lips and kissed her deeply.

"Jiajia." Li Xiujing called in a low voice.

The ears and temples are grinding together, and the heat lingers. The thin clothes could not withstand the damage of the force, and they withered inch by inch under the moonlight. Li Xiujing's kiss moved to the exposed jade, carrying a unique sense of aggression and possession. His strong chest pressed against his jade-like cold back.

"What I want to say to you that day is. Jiajia, I want to be your pillow." Li Xiujing kissed the side of Pei Jiaoran's neck.

Pei Jiaoran couldn't help but frown and sigh at Li Xiujing's greedy and arrogant actions. But in the silence, this voice turned out to be a sign of longing for love.

Noticing Pei Jiaoran's subtle changes, Li Xiujing relaxed his movements. He understood that she was not happy, but he was also quite uncomfortable. Although every step of conquering the city was difficult, he still wanted to leave his mark so as not to be forgotten. He wanted Pei Jiaoran to remember him.

"Don't forget me." Li Xiujing said suddenly.

As Li Xiujing's words fell, the spears and spears slaughtered to the end again. Pei Jiaoran took a deep breath and did not answer.

"Jiajia, I love you." Li Xiujing's voice was filled with deep nostalgia. His voice was like the spring breeze blowing on your face, making people feel warm all over.

The clouds and rain in Wushan stopped, and Pei Jiaoran lay on his side. Li Xiujing, who was beside her, came over and gently took her into his arms. The hot body pressed against her. Pei Jiaoran did not resist his actions, as if he was asleep.

The person in his arms was what he was thinking of, and Li Xiujing still sighed.