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

"Su Jinghui, who is accompanying the Prime Minister, is really an eyesore to many people." Wu Lingjia clapped his hands and said with a smile, "But Mr. Cen, Mr. Wang Guo and others won't agree."

Although she didn't get too close to Pei Jiaoran, Wu Lingjia could also see that Su Jinghui was used by those people to suppress her.

"It's their business if they don't agree." Pei Jiaoran sipped his tea and said with a smile, "I want to seize the position of Zhongshu Ling, but they can't control it. But I still want to use Jia Gonglu's hand to replace him. . After all, it’s not easy for one person to handle this kind of thing.”

Su Jinghui was used to suppress her existence. Even if he is a prime minister accompanying food, he is still a prime minister. But now she has a good relationship with Cen Xi and others, and they share common interests. It is impossible to be directly involved in this matter.

"Although the position of the Minister of Zhongshu can be given out, I think it is very likely that Jia Gonglu will let one of his own people become the Ling of Zhongshu." Wu Lingjia frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke, "Otherwise, I will reveal this matter to King Wu. It is up to King Wu to do this, and he is not the only one with Jia Gonglu. As long as you are not involved in this, you must be the one to do it."

Pei Jiaoran looked at Wu Lingjia in front of him with a smile, and his eyes showed approval. What Wu Lingjia said is true. Once he reaches the position of Zhongshu Ling, that's when he will give Jia Gonglu a headache. Therefore, she must take it out and become the one who will benefit.

Although Jia Gonglu was a member of King Wu's party, as far as she knew, King Wu was not a person who would obey him in everything. After all, he is different from the prince. He has become more and more favored over the years, but he also has an arrogant and arrogant personality, not at all as restrained and steady as the prince.

"The King of Wu has always been interested in competing with the prince, and he has recruited many people from all three religions and nine schools." Pei Jiaoran sneered, his lips and teeth moving, "If you put it this way, it is indeed the most suitable for him to come."

"Do you have another idea?" Wu Lingjia asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Pei Jiaoran nodded, "I once rescued a girl in Yangzhou. Now she has accepted my love and entered the palace as a female official. It is also a good thing that King Wu is favored and lives in the palace. I will go to find her and King Wu. people get on the line.”

"You can plan this matter with peace of mind. With me on the Hubu side, I will definitely guard Zuozang for you." Wu Lingjia said.

Looking at Wu Lingjia in front of him, Pei Jiaoran smiled. The two have known each other for more than ten years in their two lifetimes. She started her career as a secretary, Sheng Zhengzi, and the two of them had a very happy conversation at that time.

When she was imprisoned in her previous life, people also heard that Wu Lingjia was running around for her, trying to get her a chance to live, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do in the end. She was worried that it would implicate her, but at that time she no longer had the ability to influence the situation in the DPRK.

Hold Wu Lingjia's hand. Pei Jiaoran looked at his close friend in front of him, and what he had experienced in his previous life came to mind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"My Mr. Pei, why are you sighing like this? Maybe it won't be long before I congratulate you." Wu Lingjia smiled.

With the emotions in his eyes calmed, Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and said, "It's not yet time for success, so there's no need to say congratulations. If it doesn't happen in one day, there will still be variables. You are unpredictable."

Hearing her sigh, Wu Lingjia nodded in agreement.

Turning around to look at the room, Wu Lingjia smiled and said, "It's about to close. Do you want to stay? You won't have to rush back."

"No need. He's back. It's good for me to stay with him for a while." Pei Jiaoran spoke softly.

"Okay, then I'll take you out. Have you told Li Xiujing about this?" Wu Lingjia took Pei Jiaoran's arm and went out, "Don't you want him to know about it?"

When asked, Pei Jiaoran shook his head, "This is my business, and I am the one who will benefit in the end. There is no benefit to him knowing about it."

When I returned to Wubenfang's house, the lights were not on. Fortunately, the furnishings in the room were generally according to her preferences. Pei Jiaoran took off his outer robe and hung it on the clothes rail beside him. He took off his footwear and stepped on the ground with his bare feet.

Li Xiujing did not come back, and the room was silent.

Taking a deep breath, Pei Jiaoran simply walked out barefoot with the Chunjun Sword in hand. Stepping on the moonlit ground in the yard.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the floating light is kind. The pure Jun was unsheathed and split open the sticky night. The sword's light was like the setting sun on autumn water, and it was as cold as snow. The unorganized movements stirred up the bright moon and filled the sky with frost. She seemed to be at ease, but she was relaxed and relaxed.

The sword has a sword circle and the sword has a sword circle, both of which are famous for their fast characters. The meaning of his sword is like a bright moon shining on a bosom full of frost and snow. Under the light of the sword, one can only see the mighty rivers flowing, whales drinking and swallowing the sea, and the sword energy flowing across the sky.

When Li Xiujing came back, he saw Pei Jiaoran dancing his sword in the courtyard, and he couldn't help but pause. Under the moon, her figure is pure and clear, rising and falling like a frightened bird flapping its wings, and like a flying pod. The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the blade is shining with cold light.

The sword energy stopped, the frost stopped, and the hosta flowers in the yard fell like snow.

"Come back?" Pei Jiaoran smiled.

Hearing this, Li Xiujing looked at her with a smile. She was not wearing any outer clothes, but her half-arms with beaded patterns woven in two colors of silver and green were as wide and gentle as the wide-sleeved shirts of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the moonlight was flowing on her body. She stepped on the ground with her bare feet and raised her head slightly. A piece of hosta petals that fell from unknown time fell on the shoulder, hidden in the folds between the black hair and clothes, only a little was exposed. It makes people as desolate as snow, elegant and graceful.

After blinking, Li Xiujing realized that she had lost her soul. Unable to restrain his feelings and desires, he simply walked over and stretched out his arms to hug the person into his arms, but instead he was pressed against his chest by the hilt of the sword.

"Stay away from me, the smell of alcohol is too strong." Pei Jiaoran looked at Li Xiujing with teasing eyes and said with a smile, "Go and take a shower."

"I only drank five drinks." Li Xiujing reached out and quietly pushed away the hilt of the sword, and held her tightly in his arms with both arms. "When I saw you just now, I thought you were a fairy who accidentally entered the world of mortals."

"Jiajia, Mr. Pei..."

Heat lingered in my ears. As Li Xiujing said, he didn't drink much wine. The clear aroma of the wine mixed with the scent of Xunling Shilixiang made people's consciousness drift. Suddenly her body became light and she was picked up by Li Xiujing.

His back sank into the soft quilt, his tall body leaned down, and the kiss was still gentle and passionate.

"I don't care about my status or anything like that. Anyway, you have me in your heart, right, Mr. Pei?"

"Xiangong" is the honorific title given to her by outsiders, but every time it comes out of Li Xiujing's mouth, there is an indescribable feeling. It was midsummer, and soon my body was stained with a thin layer of sweat, carrying the torrent flowing from the mountain stream and flowing through the dense forests and high peaks.

Summer nights are already full of insects, but now the cries of cicadas and katydids are even clearer. Under the torrential waves, Pei Jiaoran raised his eyes slightly and chuckled. He quietly applied some force and caught the pain on Li Xiujing's face.

"Yes, Erlang and I are inseparable, and there is no one who can replace us." Pei Jiaoran put her arms around Li Xiujing's neck and whispered in his ear.