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

Glancing at Pei Jiaoran, who had a look of contempt in his arms, Li Xiujing pretended not to hear anything. He carried her straight into his Chinese army tent and placed her safely on the couch.

"Take the ointment off." After saying that, Li Xiujing turned around and rummaged through her bag for ointment.

Pei Jiaoran took off the bag and put it aside as instructed, but accidentally touched the wound on his forehead. She couldn't help but gasp and gently rubbed the scar on her forehead.

She was injured by stones thrown by people in Jinchang a few days ago. The wound has not healed yet, and the hole can still be seen.

"What happened to the injury on your forehead?" Li Xiujing took the ointment and gathered her clothes and sat next to the bed, frowning at her, "It looks like it was hit by someone."

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it." After saying that, Pei Jiaoran reached out to dip his hand in the ointment and spread it on his forehead.

Seeing her like this, Li Xiujing stopped asking. He moved his eyes to look at Pei Jiaoran's right shoulder and curved the corners of his mouth.

Sensing Li Xiujing's gaze, Pei Jiaoran took hold of the Chunjun Sword, drew it out instantly, and held it horizontally in front of him, "What does the governor want to do?"

Under the candlelight, the sword's light shines silvery white, as if the moonlight appeared here in the dark night. Li Xiujing lowered his eyes to look, and the sharp ridge reflected the deep eyes of the person in front of him, as if they had fallen snow.

"Apply medicine." Li Xiujing said in a deep voice.

"Don't bother the governor, I can do it myself." After saying this, Pei Jiaoran moved back, away from Li Xiujing's range. He didn't forget to snatch the ointment from his hand.

After Li Xiujing retreated behind the screen, Pei Jiaoran took off his armor, unbuttoned his robe, half-arms and middle coat, exposing half of his shoulders.

It's cold at night in the valley, and even worse when it snows. Pei Jiaoran dipped his fingertips into ointment and carefully spread it evenly around the wound. Although the wound is not deep, it is still a bit awkward to apply medicine alone. When the skin was cold to the touch, thin pimples soon appeared.

After gritting his teeth and applying the medicine alone, Pei Jiaoran looked at the cotton roll next to his hand and frowned deeply. One person can barely apply the medicine, but it seems difficult to apply the bandage.

Looking up at the slender figure reflected on the screen, Pei Jiaoran pursed her crimson lips. After struggling again and again, he still asked Li Xiujing for help. But he had to come blindfolded.

Li Xiujing laughed when he heard this, but still tied the forehead wiper in front of his eyes and walked over slowly.

"Take it." Pei Jiaoran thrust the cotton roll into Li Xiujing's hand.

The candlelight danced in front of my eyes, and all I could see was a faint outline. Li Xiujing spread the cotton cloth over her wounds and wrapped it around her armpits. The corner of my eye glanced inadvertently, and the color of white porcelain hit my eyes in the emptiness.

The neckline was slightly open, and two slender collarbones were hidden under the skin, hitting his heart like sharp blades. Li Xiujing moved his eyes in panic. Just one glance made him feel as if he had been stabbed, and his heart was in chaos.

As soon as the bandage was wrapped, Li Xiujing quickly dropped the cotton roll. He hurried back to the screen and leaned against it. Try hard to cut off the delicate cream-like color that is still embedded in the brain, and the color is as bright as frost and snow.

While he was taking off his armor, he used it to cover up the restless breathing in his throat.

How dare and how could he have a yearning for Pei Jiaoran when he was unsure of Pei Jiaoran's thoughts? Under uncertain circumstances, it's better to keep some things in mind. He didn't want her to feel disgusted with him.

Looking at Li Xiujing's back suspiciously, Pei Jiaoran got up and put on his clothes, then bent down to pick up the cotton roll that fell on the ground. Stuffed it back into the bag.

"Does the governor plan to talk to me through the screen?" Pei Jiaoran said warmly.

After hearing this, Li Xiujing slowly walked out from behind the screen, but he just stood by the screen and refused to take another step. He only took off half of his armor, and there were still red stripes around his eyes and across his forehead.

Holding his chin in his hand, Pei Jiaoran smiled and reminded kindly, "The governor has wiped his forehead without removing it. If someone sees it, they might think that the governor has some special hobby."

After tying the knot on her forehead and holding it in her hand, Li Xiujing looked at Pei Jiaoran, who was kneeling on the nail bed, "My hand is injured. Can you please help me tie it again?"

"Can I say no?" Pei Jiaoran raised his eyebrows.

"No." Li Xiujing decisively rejected her.

Seeing his condescending look, Pei Jiaoran didn't bother to make any more excuses. Putting on Liuhe boots, he took the forehead wipe and walked behind Li Xiujing. Standing on tiptoe slightly, he placed the forehead wipe on his hairline, pulled it back, and tied it slowly and slowly. Her elbow brushed his cheek intentionally or unintentionally.

"Okay." Pei Jiaoran stepped aside with a magnanimous and calm look on his face.

Looking at Pei Jiaoran, Li Xiujing felt extremely angry. This man is really hateful, he always has a frank look on his face, which makes people dare not feel blasphemous. But he never cares whether the waves surging in other people's hearts can calm down.

It's too much.

Li Xiujing decided to go out to calm down, and immediately rushed out the door on the pretext of going out to get food.

As soon as they went out, they saw He Liang and the three of them hiding furtively not far away. As soon as they saw him coming out, their faces became more constricted. Especially He Liang, there was a sense of gloating in his eyes.

"How is General?" He Liang winked at him, his face full of teasing, "Ming Mansion, she..."

"Are you teasing the coach? He Liang, your monthly salary is gone." Li Xiujing looked at several people and Chun Chun began to teach them, "As the saying goes, don't look at anything inappropriate. If I catch you again, you guys will be dead."

"The general doesn't plan to be a wild man for the rest of his life, does he?" He Liang said with a smile.

"Shut up." Li Xiujing kicked him hard, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with the wound on her forehead?"

After hearing about it, He Liang told the whole story about the origin of the wound on Pei Jiaoran's forehead, and also talked about the empty city plan at the top of the city with the old song.

Li Xiujing's eyes dimmed when He Liang stopped speaking.

Although he didn't know why she still agreed to close the charity warehouse, he thought she must have been very sad at that time. Otherwise, she would not have been allowed to be bullied and insulted by the people.

She gave the people a place to vent, but put herself at the forefront.

"Mingfu also said that she is not afraid of criticism. She wants to see how many notes she will receive scolding her when she leaves office." He Liang added.

Waving his hand to signal He Liang to leave, Li Xiujing walked around to the kitchen and took a few steamed cakes and a bowl of hot porridge.

When Li Xiujing returned to the Chinese army camp. Pei Jiaoran was leaning under the lamp, carefully wiping the Chunjun sword in his hand.

The horns were blowing in the camp, and the beauty lit up the lamp and read the sword. She didn't play the five strings with her bare hands and played the local accent, but she seemed to want to play the cymbal to compose a song. Sitting under the candlelight seems to add a bit of fireworks.

Li Xiujing felt that his heart was in a state of confusion again.

"Let's eat something first." Li Xiujing calmed down and pushed the steamed cakes and hot porridge in front of her, "The cook's skills are pretty good."

Glancing at the steamed cakes and hot porridge, Pei Jiaoran picked up the hot porridge and took a sip.

The hot porridge went into the throat and dissipated the chill lingering in the body. Pei Jiaoran's face, which was pale from the cold, gradually turned rosy under the surge of heat.

"Why did Feng Yuanxian let you come?" Li Xiujing asked.