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

When Pei Jiaoran returned to the room, the water in the bathtub had been boiled and a set of clothes was placed on the table next to it. Take off your inner clothes and immerse your body in the water. One arm was casually placed on the edge of the bucket, and the other hand reached into his hand to pick up the cloth and wipe it lightly on his body. The dense, moist mist made her face feel hot and her body felt languid. She lowered her eyelashes and narrowed her eyes, the words she just heard lingering in her ears again.

How long have you been away from home? The two lifetimes added up should be more than ten years.

Closing your eyes, you feel as if you are back in the deep house by the lake. The garden is filled with thousands of flowers, and one cluster of peonies, the national color, outshines the other. The fragrance of flowers overflows as you move, and the tide of the lake often comes with the breeze. There were no calculations there, just the gentle whispers of family members in my ears.

Although the houses in Jiangnan seem to be far away from the blood and struggle of the world, the bones of power have never been peeled off from their bones, but have become more and more entangled with them. The family adheres to the legacy of the ancestors. In the third generation, one person will return to the sea of ​​​​power to inherit the legacy of the ancestors.

Returning to the sea of ​​power also means letting go of certain relatives. Only when there is no weakness and no worries can one walk safely in the sea of ​​power.

In her previous life, when she entered the game alone, it was equivalent to severing her connection with her family. Wandering alone in the sea of ​​power, until I fell into a trap, I never thought of returning to that house. Because she knew that once she set foot on this road, she would never be able to return to that peace.

But in this life, something seems different. Those relatives who had been separated from each other actually appeared next to her. It was as if fate had given her another chance to choose.

"Pei Jiaoran?"

The knocking and questioning at the door brought her back from her thoughts.

Pei Jiaoran opened his eyes and responded vaguely: "I'm fine."

Li Xiujing, who was leaning against the door, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "I thought you were asleep."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran looked at the slender figure printed on the door, thinking in his eyes. She stepped out of the tub, picked up the clothes on the side, and put them on one by one.

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.

Li Xiujing originally rested one hand on her chin and the other on the crook of her elbow, leaning against the pillar. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he hurriedly stepped back a few steps away, with a look of panic on his face.

Looking at Li Xiujing, Pei Jiaoran smiled and said, "Does the governor have a guilty conscience?"

She still had the moisture from the shower. Her wet hair was spread over her shoulders, with water droplets dripping down her hair. The piece of clothing on his shoulders soon became wet.

The dusk was getting darker, and the fresh wind blew by, making Pei Jiaoran shiver. She folded her arms and leaned against the door, looking meaningfully at Li Xiujing, who was tall and tall, and curled her lips.

"You can wear your hair like this and you don't feel cold?" After Li Xiujing said that, she dragged Pei Jiaoran into the house and took out a dry blanket in the cage.

Putting the cloth on Pei Jiaoran's head, Li Xiujing pressed her head down and rubbed her head naturally.

I noticed that Li Xiujing seemed to be extremely experienced, and he controlled the force and speed of his attack just right. The already insubstantial candlelight moved with the cloth, appearing in front of the eyes for a while, and then becoming hazy again, which made people's eyes uncomfortable. Pei Jiaoran simply closed his eyes and let him wipe his hair.

Although the temperature and strength on the fingertips are enough to relax the body and mind, Pei Jiaoran is still on guard.

He curled his fingers and traced the treasure pattern on the case. Pei Jiaoran sighed secretly. Although she did not reject such an intimate move, she did not like it either. After all, in the field of power, anyone may shoot you cold arrows. So no matter how close you are, you can't let down your guard against him.

Li Xiujing wiped her hair, and a very light fragrance kept flowing into his nose. Unknowingly, he slowed down his movements and slid his palms to his cheeks through the cloth. Although the moisture had dissipated, he could still feel a trace of moisture. He moved his eyes and saw that his thumb just happened to slide over the ear beads.

The ear beads were slightly red, as if they had been dyed by rouge. It's like a cluster of charming flowers in the dark night. Moving further down is Hao Ning. Place the side of your palm against your neck and you can feel the rhythm of your pulse. The temperature of the skin is not high, even a little cool. He lifted her hair and held it lightly in his hands.

Li Xiujing looked down at Pei Jiaoran. It's not that he looks like a man who has conquered the country, but he's not dull either. The eyebrows are like the undulating mountains under the hazy mist and rain in spring. The eye sockets are slightly sunken due to recent exertion, and the ends of the eyes are dotted with vermilion. The bridge of the nose is high and the pear dimples are hidden on the cheeks. The whole figure looks like a mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River spread out on rice paper, without any heavy color. The only touch of color is the thin crimson lips.

But I have to admit that Pei Jiaoran is indeed beautiful. It's just that this beauty is a little different. Not to mention the coexistence of coldness and tenderness, there is also a hint of sharpness that is difficult to detect. It is like an ancient sword that has been hidden in the mountains for a long time. It was once held in the hands of gods and finally fell to the earth and was hidden deep in the world. Once out of the sheath, it's hard to ignore.

"The governor is very skilled, do you often wipe the young lady's hair like this?" Pei Jiaoran suddenly held Li Xiujing's hand, and Wu Nong's soft words flowed from her throat, "To tell you the truth, I am very curious. The governor is in his twenties. Come on, why don’t you have someone to sleep with?"

Realizing that Pei Jiaoran had evil intentions, Li Xiujing wiped his hair randomly. He pushed the brazier in front of her and threw a piece of charcoal into the basin.

"I've been away at war all year round, so what's the point of marrying a wife? If I die in battle, wouldn't it be a waste of my life!" Li Xiujing turned away and said solemnly.

"What a poor excuse." Pei Jiaoran looked narrowly at the serious Li Xiujing and said with a smile: "Is it possible that the governor has a broken sleeve or something wrong in that area?"

When he stopped talking, Li Xiujing's face immediately darkened.

"Pei Jiaoran!" Li Xiujing turned around and said angrily.

Pei Jiaoran slowly raised his lips and chuckled, raising his arms to tie his hair back on his head. She stood up calmly, retreated and stood out of sight of Li Xiujing.

Pei Jiaoran smiled as he buried the hosta in his hair, "How long do you plan to sit here, the governor? I have recalculated the military supplies, clothing and food, and we have to renegotiate the distribution issue. It's best to end this before spring." War. Otherwise we’ll have to worry about summer taxes again.”

Under Li Xiujing's gaze, Pei Jiaoran crossed the threshold. Standing under the verandah with hands behind his hands.

Seeing Pei Jiaoran leaving, Li Xiujing threw the blanket aside and chased him out.

At this time, the night has collected the last ray of light between heaven and earth, and the coldness of the northwest night and the bright moonlight come one after another.

"Pei Jiaoran, was that person just now your relative?" Li Xiujing said suddenly.

"Is it important who he is? People always have a few friends, right?" Pei Jiaoran narrowed his eyes slightly, with a gentle expression but a serious tone, "The governor should not be so curious. There are too many things that you know. , danger will often follow. In addition..." She chuckled, "It's best not to get too close to me, otherwise the governor may be in danger of his life."

After saying this, Pei Jiaoran quickened his pace.

"But I don't care. There is no danger anywhere in life, and even more so on the battlefield, there are no swords."

The sound seemed to be scattered in the wind, and no one responded.