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

Guanglu Temple and Taile Department, which had been busy for most of the day, finally stayed until night. The huge banquet hall was almost full of people, and the phoenix-shaped Boshan stove was filled with tulips. Delicacies are served one after another, the room is filled with fragrance, and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful.

Of course, "eating" will not be the theme of this banquet. As soon as Guanglu Temple made the last stroke on the food list, some people could not help but get up. Asked: "When will Your Majesty start bowing?"

The list and venue for the performance had been decided early in the morning, and they were just waiting for Emperor Wei to move.

Hearing this, Emperor Wei smiled, and with Zhang Rang's support, he stood up and walked to the venue for the bow.

Today coincides with the full moon night, and there are open flames and candles burning around the venue. Twelve horses with strong and plump bodies were lined up on the field, and the sound of drums was loud, like thunder. Birds and small animals that roosted at night were frightened out of their nests and fled.

Jue shooting on a moonlit night has always been both dangerous and exciting. In the mild case, a broken arm will hurt the face; in the more serious case, the bones will be broken after falling off a horse. Of course, the Wei Dynasty was adept at martial arts, and there were many people who were good at bow shooting. There is not much fear of danger.

At this moment, the night wind blows, and the wine rushes to the sky. Under the excitement of the drums, the fighting spirit of those who were good at bowing was destroyed, and the shouts were endless.

Pei Jiaoran sat quietly, stroking the wine cup with his thumb. It wasn't until Emperor Wei gave the order that she got up and walked to the field. He took the red lace from the chamberlain and tied it on his left arm.

In addition to her, Li Xiujing and Yuan Yanchong are also included. The leader was King Wu. On the opposite side was a mixed team of envoys from Tubo and other vassal states.

As soon as he stepped off the stage, he heard someone on the stage say, "Ms. Pei has always been as brave as a woman, and he is also a good bowman. I'm afraid we can feast our eyes on him tonight."

After hearing this, Pei Jiaoran tied up the arm guards one by one. Here, Li Xiujing had already moved closer to her while no one was paying attention.

"Tubo has always been cunning. Be careful later." Li Xiujing lowered his voice.

"Yeah. Watch the King of Wu and tell him not to show off." Pei Jiaoran looked at the confused and energetic King of Wu, "otherwise you and I will be in big trouble."

Hearing this, Li Xiujing nodded.

There are three referees in the kickball, and two people are counting from the side. Another person is in the center of the field to control basic rules and order. This time the referee is the prince.

After Emperor Wei issued another decree, everyone rode into the arena holding bows and bows. The atmosphere on the field became tense, and the thunderous sound of drums made everyone's emotions boil.

The sound of horse hooves is rapid and chaotic. Riders hold poles in hand and ride their horses to fight for the only ball on the field, always looking for opportunities to hit it into the opponent's goal. The juzhan was waved ruthlessly, and the horse turned with the ball under the control of the rider, heading east or west, or sprinting, to grab the ball from the opponent's ball. Before his own juzhan touched the ball, the opponent's juzhan The battle has already struck, and he snatches the ball away from his nose with one stroke.

The situation on the field was intense, and no one cared about who was who, so naturally they would not show any mercy.

The drums on the field were beating fiercely, the dust was flying, the cheers on the stage were continuous, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard continuously.

The Tubo envoy on the stage pointed at Pei Jiaoran and said, "Whose daughter is that?"

"This is the Minister of the Secretariat of the Great Wei Dynasty." The white-haired Minister of Honglu Temple stroked his beard and said with a smile, "We have many talented people in the Great Wei Dynasty. Among the civil servants, there are many who can strategize and protect the country. By the way, she was in Jin Dynasty in the past. When Chang was appointed county magistrate, it was she who offered up an empty city to retreat from the enemy. Your envoy should help your own people get through in advance."

The Tibetan envoys on the side heard the meaning of showing off. Hearing this, his face changed slightly, but because he was on someone else's territory, he could only hold back his anger. He squinted and looked at the field.

Pei Jiaoran on the court has a strong posture and moves like a rabbit. He easily snatched the ball from the Tubo rider and passed it to King Wu, who hit the ball into the opponent's goal. But his face was covered by the helmet, so he couldn't see clearly. Thinking of the mission assigned by his Khan, the Tibetan envoy looked thoughtful.

The drum beat suddenly started, and the high-pitched sound reached the crowd. The next game has been restarted on this side of the field. Just when everyone turned their attention to the field again and stared at everyone chasing each other with bated breath, they saw Pei Jiaoran suddenly burst out from the side, hooked the opponent's ball, and accurately hit the opponent's goal.

Emperor Wei had a slight smile on his face, stroking his beard and looking at the amazed envoys and military envoys of the vassal state.

The sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the audience became nervous. Especially those who had good friends with Pei Jiaoran in the past applauded the loudest.

Why are literati weak and unable to compete with warriors? Their minister of state affairs was capable of both literary and martial arts.

The competition between the two sides has entered the most intense stage. Although Da Wei's score was one step ahead of his opponent, it was only one point. The other party refused to let go. The riders exerted all their strength and skills, and their bodies were already dripping with sweat.

Perhaps the atmosphere was tense and anxious, making the situation on the court chaotic. As the referee, the prince controls the situation on the court with his horse and bow in hand. However, just when he caught a glimpse of two riders about to chase him out of bounds, the other side was already in a life-or-death situation.

King Wu, escorted by Pei Jiaoran and Li Xiujing, grabbed the ball from the two opposing riders. However, the ball came and went back and forth several times in the battle, as if it was trapped in it and could not escape no matter how hard it tried.

At this moment, Pei Jiaoran glanced at Li Xiujing beside her and winked, letting Li Xiujing cover her. She suddenly leaned over to the left, lifted the ball from the ground, and hit it towards the opponent's goal. However, in the next moment, the opponent's Ju Zhan suddenly hit her, and in an instant, he viciously slapped King Wu's mount aside.

Sensing the opponent's move, Pei Jiaoran subconsciously drove her horse towards him, causing the opponent's bow stick to hit her mount's leg.

After the painful neighing sound, the horse's front legs suddenly bent to the ground. Pei Jiaoran leaned forward and fell out. However, her fingers touched the ground first, and she instantly bent her knees close to her head, curled up and rolled over to the outside. Even so, he lay on his back on the ground.

Li Xiujing on the side rushed to Pei Jiaoran almost at the same time, leaned over and asked: "Prime Minister Pei, are you okay?"

The prince also stopped the game in an instant and looked at Pei Jiaoran with concern.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran shook his head, climbed up from the ground with Li Xiujing's hand, and looked coldly at the Tibetan envoy who looked indifferent in front of him.

Then in an instant she smiled slightly and pulled out the sword in the hand of Jin Wuwei next to her, "The beast went crazy with rudeness and nearly injured the King of Wu. He deserves to be killed!"

After saying this, he raised the knife and dropped it, and blood splashed on the face of the Tibetan envoy who had just committed the evil attack. The fishy smell of blood permeated the surroundings, which was nauseating.

"You..." the Tibetan envoy pointed at Pei Jiaoran and said angrily.

"Don't you think the beast is crazy?" Pei Jiaoran had a smile on his face, and the blade in his hand reflected the moonlight, "But what I saw is."

Realizing that Mr. Pei was not easy to deal with, the Tibetan envoy turned his head and shut up.

The frightened King Wu was helped back by his servants, only to see Pei Jiaoran throw the knife back to Jin Wuwei, turn around and walk towards Emperor Wei.

"Your Majesty, I'm so lucky to have lived up to my command and won the game." Pei Jiaoran's voice was clear and clear.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Wei remained silent and stared at Pei Jiaoran in front of him. He could clearly see what was happening on the court just now, and it was the opponent's deliberate act. Fortunately, Pei Jiaoran reacted quickly and saved King Wu.

These Tubo people are really hateful, but it is impossible to kill them. And Pei Jiaoran's actions were equivalent to venting bad temper on the court.

The ministers held their breath and said nothing. Emperor Wei was eerily quiet, his eyes so calm that it was difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

"Pei Qing has worked hard, and so have you. You should be rewarded." Emperor Wei said with a smile.

Everyone who had just participated in the performance thanked him. The intense moonlit bowing also came to an end.