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

Staring at the confused Bi Fei in front of him, Pei Jiaoran turned his head away and buried his eyes to hide the strangeness that flashed in his eyes. Bi Fei was as clean and pure as a clear spring of white paper. She couldn't bear to splash ink on it and ruin this rare innocence.

So she didn't plan to explain the truth to Bi Fei.

Holding Bi Fei's hand, Pei Jiaoran said warmly: "I understand. Why don't you go to rest so late?"

"I was in a daze when I heard some noise, so I got up to see what was going on. I didn't expect you to be back." Bi Fei looked worried, "The girl seems to have lost a lot of weight."

"It's okay. Go back and have a rest." Pei Jiaoran said with a gentle expression.

After listening to her words, Bi Fei left reluctantly. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell her to rest early.

Leaning against the window, he watched Bi Fei enter the room and put out the lights. Pei Jiaoran also blew out the rest of the lights in the room, leaving only a lone lamp on the table.

Leaning on the table with her hair spread loose, she took some white deer paper and spread it on the table. Pei Jiaoran picked up his pen, studied ink, and began to write last year's work report. Originally, this document had to be handed over to the state government years ago, but it was delayed for various reasons, and it was not written until now. The brush in my hand absorbs all the ink, leaving no trace of writing. Within half an hour, a work report written in beautiful Guange style appeared on the paper.

After writing it, I stuffed it into the letterhead. Pei Jiaoran took out another stack of rattan paper from the wooden box on the side and carefully spread it out on the case. Although they are sparse, they should not be neglected.

In order for the emperor to accept his opinions, the petitioner must use an honorific title and pay attention to the tone of voice and other aspects. Use self-effacing words to express your superiority and inferiority, and your obedience to the king. You should also use words that actively acknowledge the offense at the beginning to ease the atmosphere and alleviate the emperor's displeasure.

"On the first day of the first lunar month, Pei Jiaoran, the magistrate of Jinchang County, bowed his head to His Majesty the Emperor. I heard that Wei Gong Xuancheng said in his "Ten Thoughts on Remonstrance to Taizong", "Those who seek the growth of trees must strengthen their roots; those who wish to flow far away must , must dredge up its springs; those who think about the security of the country must accumulate their virtues and righteousness. "It goes on to say, "The source is not deep, but the stream is far away; the roots are not strong, but the trees are long; the virtue is not strong, but the country is safe. "Today..." After writing for half an hour, I saw that there was not much ink left on the pen. After dipping ink into the inkstone, Pei Jiaoran continued to write, "His Majesty the Emperor Fu Wei, Pu learned the Dharma throughout the world, was chaste and wise in the sun and moon, cultivated literature and martial arts, and nurtured the world. For ten or eight years, wherever he came, the chariot writings were heard. The teachings are well-prepared. The humble minister was born in the Ming Dynasty. Although he was not admonished by Cao Cao, he inherited the grace of His Majesty the Emperor and dared to speak out. The people are the foundation of the country, and the foundation is to consolidate the country's peace, and food is the livelihood of the people. In the past The yin and yang of the year are temporarily in doubt, and there are floods and droughts in Hexi. Fortunately, with the blessing of Your Majesty's kindness, the people are not hungry, and the grain is at a regular price. However, the resources in Hexi have been exhausted for several years. The heart of Nahuang is still there. Minister Fu saw that at the beginning of this year, Guazhou was disturbed by the Tibetans. Due to the war, many people in Lushe's fields were destroyed, and many people were widowed because of the war. Although the spring plowing has not yet come, people's hearts are frightened and their vitality has not recovered, so it is difficult to start farming. I know that all the funds obtained through taxation, the transportation through canals, and the military and state branches all rely more on Jianghuai and benefit, and less on other states. Your Majesty is worried about all the opportunities, or personally lights the lights, and exerts your best efforts to govern, but you are still afraid of failure. . And the suffering of the war is still coming, which will make your majesty's holy thoughts new and fresh every day, and he will be a warning... He willingly took the cauldron and wok while he was still alive. He was so frightened that he couldn't bear the money! Your majesty Fu Wei. Choice. Please play." Note 1

By the time Pei Jiaoran finished writing the last sentence, it was already two hours later. As the sound of drums reached her ears, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up out of the window.

Sure enough, no matter when writing a memorial, it is an extremely time-consuming task.

His eyes turned to the still-dry memorial on the desk, and thoughts filled his eyes. She didn't plan to let Li Xiujing sign it. Although I want to use him for revenge, it doesn't mean I have to drag him into danger.

She could not predict what consequences this memorial would ultimately bring. Moreover, she was not sure what Li Xiujing wanted to do, and she could not fully trust him.

Before things cannot be fully controlled, the fewer people who know, the better. Because if something is too broad or too deep, if one step goes wrong, the whole thing will be lost.

After all, Li Xiujing is different from others. He has been operating in Guazhou for several years. In addition to family connections, he already has his own power, which is enough to compete with Dugu Chen. So before she came back, Dugu Chen had never offended Li Xiujing, and Li Xiujing had never been against Dugu Chen.

The game of power has always been like this. If you can't annex it with one blow, then you won't offend the perfect person to death. You have to leave yourself a way out.

She did not allow Li Xiujing to sign on it, which also gave herself a way out. This memorial will be submitted to the imperial court by her. She doesn't know what the Sacred Heart thinks of it, but only by submitting the memorial can there be hope. If she wants to be held accountable today, she can also use Li Xiujing's power to get away with it.

She actually thought that having one more signature might give her more power to shake the Sacred Heart. But she knew that what most people hated today was the connection between the feudal town and the central government, and she was recommended by the central government. If Li Xiujing were to sign the memorial, it would more or less make the emperor suspicious of her. Even if you are willing to accept advice, you will still have a grudge.

In this sea of ​​power, people's hearts are the most unpredictable, and they have been something that cannot be gambled on since ancient times. All the things she had seen in her previous life made her use the darkest side to speculate on people's hearts and prepare for the worst.

Put the memorial away, stuff it into the letterhead, and put away the inkstone to wash the pen. Pei Jiaoran held the pen and immersed it in the brush wash, carrying the power on his wrist. The ink spreads out in the water like a dragon. The color is clear at first, but as time passes on the wrist, the color becomes thicker and thicker, gradually becoming like a gauze lightly covering the water.

Pei Jiaoran lowered his head and looked at the candlelight falling on the brush wash, where the ink flowed and meandered, all thicker than the water. Then there was only a pool of ink left in the brush wash, reflecting a pair of waveless eyes.

I blew out the lone lamp on the table and looked at the clock in the corner of the room under the moonlight.

It's almost dawn.

Pei Jiaoran felt that his eyes were extremely sore and his head hurt terribly. I just had to freshen up and go to sleep. When Bi Fei woke up, she also woke up.

Hearing the sound of Bi Fei pushing the door open, Pei Jiaoran quickly stood up.

"Girl, get up and have your morning meal." Bi Fei stood outside the screen and shouted.

"Here we come." Pei Jiaoran put on a light green robe and walked out slowly. He smiled at Bi Fei and said, "What are you going to eat today?"

After not being in the county house for several days, she missed Bi Fei's cooking skills very much. He looked at the table. In addition to the hot porridge, there were several plates of pastries on it.

"Sugar porridge, flower cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, yellow rice cake." Bi Fei announced the names of the dishes and arranged the bowls and chopsticks.

During the few days of guarding the city, she ate the same food as the soldiers. Later, when she rushed to find Li Xiujing, she also ate solid food like them. Looking at Bi Fei's cooking, Pei Jiaoran moved his index fingers and couldn't help but eat more.

Seeing her like this, Bi Fei smiled and said, "Girl, you have to take me with you when you go out in the future, otherwise you will be hungry again. Look at how much you have lost all at once."

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran put down his bowls and chopsticks, his eyebrows relaxed, "If I take you with me, wouldn't I have to change my armor every day? If I can't put on my armor, I won't be laughed at."

Bi Fei frowned, seeming to be thinking about this.

Taking the handkerchief to wipe his mouth, Pei Jiaoran looked at Bi Fei. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, seeing that she was still stunned. He shook his head helplessly.

"I have to go out. I won't be back at noon, so you don't have to wait for me."