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

Since it is a lantern festival, a banquet is naturally indispensable. However, these wealthy families in Runzhou boasted that their families had poems, books, etiquette and righteousness handed down from generation to generation, and considered themselves to be of noble family status, so they did not bring their female family members to attend. Therefore, there was only one female family member, Pei Jiaoran, at the table. In addition, after learning that Li Xiujing was born in the Li family in Longxi, he was treated with courtesy, and she also enjoyed special treatment.

Knowing the thoughts of these wealthy families in Runzhou, Pei Jiaoran glanced at Wei Gao from the corner of his eye. Seeing that his expression was as usual, he seemed not to care about the cold treatment of the wealthy people in Runzhou, and his eyes showed appreciation.

The bright building outside the waterside pavilion is decorated with gauze, and the lights are starting to turn on. There are officials in green clothes holding a red lacquered wooden plate in their hands. The plate contains pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

"Mr. Zuo, what do you mean?" Wei Gao asked.

"Shuai Wei, Huan Qi's rebellion brought disaster to Runzhou, and we all suffered from it. Today's lantern festival is to celebrate the imperial court's victory in suppressing the rebellion. I would like you and General Li to inscribe together to congratulate me on the longevity of the great Wei state." was called. The middle-aged man named Zuo Lao answered with a smile.

After looking at Mr. Zuo, Wei Gao turned to look at Pei Jiaoran, "I'm not good at writing. I heard from General Li that my wife is proficient in poetry and prose. How about I ask you to write the inscription for me and me?"

"This..." Pei Jiaoran looked embarrassed, glanced at Li Xiujing, and said with a smile: "Then I will show my shame."

Pei Jiaoran moved neatly and wrote with his pen. In the blink of an eye, the horoscope is ready.

Everyone looked around and saw the words "No wise man left in the wild, Xianning in all nations" written on the cloth.

Regardless of how these eight characters are written, the meaning alone is thought-provoking.

"My wife is truly a heroine." Zuo Lao praised her.

Accepting Mr. Zuo's compliment, Pei Jiaoran smiled lightly.

After mentioning the words, Zuo Lao ordered someone to bring a Kongming Lantern. He tied the cloth to the Kongming lantern and turned to look at Pei Jiaoran.

"Since these horoscopes were written by the lady, I think it is most appropriate for you to put this lantern." Zuo Lao smiled and handed over the Kongming lantern, "I would like to ask this lady to move."

"I wrote the words. It's better to choose someone else to release the lantern." Pei Jiaoran said and looked at Wei Gao, "Wei Jieshuai also has merit this time, so I'll let you release the lantern."

The three of them pushed for a while, and finally it was Wei Gao who put up the lantern to pray.

The Kongming lantern tied with cloth slowly moved upwards, and finally turned into a blurry shadow. And the banquet is coming to an end.

Originally, Li Xiujing planned to leave with Pei Jiaoran. However, Zuo Lao and other wealthy families in Runzhou invited him to visit Wei Gao in the name of discussing important matters.

"It doesn't matter. I'll just go back by myself." As he said that, Pei Jiaoran cupped his hands at the others and moved away.

The actual purpose of these Runzhou wealthy families taking the lead in organizing this lantern festival was clarified. Pei Jiaoran suddenly lost most of his interest in the bustling city. Under the escort of Feng Yuanxian, he went directly back to the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion.

All the forces belonging to Huan Qi were removed from the mansion, so the mansion was quite deserted. Only a few servants remained.

She asked Feng Yuanxian to find a servant to help her prepare a bathtub and hot water for her to take a bath. After being out for a day, I sweated a lot and felt sticky and uncomfortable.

It was already an hour later when the servants prepared the hot water and delivered it.

After thanking several people, Pei Jiaoran just closed the door. But he was hugged by a familiar body.

There was a trace of lingering intoxication in Rouwei's tone, and Li Xiujing kissed her neck gently, "Jiajia."

The other party's hot body was also mixed with a trace of water vapor. As if he had just taken a bath.

The candles in the room were burning quietly, and the clothes of the two people were tangled together. Under the other party's hot breath, Pei Jiaoran's eyes trembled slightly and he tried to break open the hands around his waist. She didn't want to get too close to this warm embrace just yet, she had something to do.

However, the other party noticed her intention and simply picked her up horizontally, stuffed her into the tub, and jumped in after him. Before she could react, a passionate kiss fell on her cold lips.

Li Xiujing leaned half of his body closer, making the kiss last deeper and longer. The clothes on her body were already thin, but the person on her pillow was so passionate that it easily made her fall into lust.

The gauze moon-white landscape sits on the screen, reflecting the dim appearance of candlelight. Water splashed on it. Pei Jiaoran's whole body was pressed against the wall of the barrel by Li Xiujing. His clothes were peeled off from her, and he was hooked by a corner of the screen and trembling slightly. His black hair spread out on the water. The petals specially prepared by the maid are stuck to the black hair, smelling of rose fragrance. Li Xiujing brushed away the hair sticking to her face, and his eyes followed the peach blossom eyes to the slightly parted lips and tongue.

Carefully pinching open the mouth that was about to close, Li Xiujing once again caught the soft tongue.

Looking at the clear outline of the lotus pond outside, there are also frogs chirping in my ears, mixed with the scent of lotus. Xia Wu's influence, intentionally or unintentionally, brought back Pei Jiaoran's sanity that had drifted away. Suppressing the soft hum that escaped her mouth, she blinked and stared at Li Xiujing. He whispered: "Don't wait too long, you can hear it outside."

Seemingly amused by Pei Jiaoran's words, Li Xiujing chuckled.

He stood up suddenly, turned around, fished Pei Jiaoran out of the water, and put him on the table by the window. Water stains soaked into the blank paper on the table, and all the items in the pen holder rolled off. Only one inkstone was left standing precariously beside the desk, as if it would fall to the ground in the next moment.

The shadows of the bamboo trees outside the house fluctuate in the summer wind, like they are on the top of a wave. The soft sound of caressing in the darkness could be heard climbing onto someone's body. In the waves, the shadow of the tree swayed more violently, seeming to swallow up everything around it.

"Prime Minister Pei, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Li Xiujing sneered, "Besides, there's nothing wrong with letting them hear it. With your ability, can't you settle it?"

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran didn't answer. Silently listening to the chirping of insects and frogs outside the window.

"Prime Minister Pei..."

The honorific, which has been called by many people, is always full of charm and affection when it comes out of Li Xiujing's mouth, and even makes people feel embarrassed. Pei Jiaoran's eyes, which during the day were still like a frozen spring in the mountains, turned into melted spring water little by little, carrying every trace of charm. It pours into the world from the mountains, attracting people to fall into it.

The shaky inkstone beside the case finally couldn't withstand the attack of Li Xiujing's uncontrollable movements and hit the ground heavily. The ink inside splashed out and spread on the ground. Under the dim candlelight, a crisp sound of breaking branches suddenly came from outside the house. The slightly hanging bamboo branches bounced up instantly, and the crisp sound of a cat meowing came through the crack in the door.

The burning peach blossoms bloomed on the jade color, and the water-soaked rice paper dripped quietly, and the sound was also quite crisp. However, under the torrential waves, Pei Jiaoran's voice seemed softer.

Li Xiujing kissed Pei Jiaoran's lips, "Jiajia, do you care about me?"

His enthusiasm was replaced by a long silence.

Accustomed to her cautious and steady character, Li Xiujing didn't say much and asked further questions. Instead, he continued to kiss her gently.

Frogs and insects chirp endlessly, and bamboo shadows dance in the wind under the moon. The aroma in the room surrounded the two of them, burning wantonly. The flower stamen fell into the world that belonged to her.

Li Xiujing continued to ask and force. Anyway, there are only two of them in this world, so whatever he does is reasonable.