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

The autumn rain is bitingly cold. The Jingyuan soldiers were exhausted after days of marching, so they temporarily rested by the Chan River. As the Jingyuan Festival Commander, Yan Ling Yao sat down with a heavy face.

Originally, he thought that the imperial court would give him a reward more or less because of the difficulty in dispatching troops from Jingyuan. However, when they arrived in Chang'an, there was no movement.

The only thing sent to the camp was this letter. He couldn't identify whose handwriting was on the letter. There was no personal seal at the end of the letter, and it seemed to be just a casual letter. The letter stated that Wang Yu colluded with the eunuchs and annexed the rewards from the imperial court.

Now Jing Zhaoyin is thinking of ways to raise money.

Raise money? Yan ordered Yao Leng to squeak. Although he didn't know how the center worked, he had never heard of any temporary reward.

It's obvious that someone took advantage of the opportunity to line their own pockets. However, he and his Jingyuan soldiers were ordered to leave their homes and set out for Xiangcheng, enduring hunger and cold, but gained nothing along the way. Not to mention rewards, even the supplies provided to them by the Northwest Military Academy are very rudimentary.

Where was the court's money used? Just like those dynasties in the history books, they were annexed by their own people and all the money was used to expand the manor, build Buddhist temples, and build golden bodies for the Buddha. Is this to seek their own paradise?

However, the paradise they achieved was based on the blood, tears and sorrow of countless people. They use the paradise in their hands to form a unique promotion path for high-ranking families. Similarly, they will use all resources to form a barrier to block outsiders. And their children and grandchildren will all become high-ranking officials, bit by bit eating away at the giant ship of the empire.

In fact, he came to Chang'an many years ago. Waiting outside the political hall, waiting for the summons from the political officials to report their work to them. He remembered that the spring was cold that day, and the kind-hearted Jin Wuwei gave him a hand stove to prevent him from freezing to death here. I don't know how many hours passed, but the door of the political hall opened.

A group of officials in purple and scarlet robes filed out, and when passing by him, their eyes paused slightly on him. He was wearing a half-worn light crimson robe and his hands were covered with scratches. He seemed out of place among the high-ranking officials wearing jade belts orchids and crimson purple uniforms.

Sure enough, those senior officials sneered in their throats, looked at him with disdain, and then left.

In the sound of their retreating voices, he heard a word. The warrior is vulgar, and he, an old soldier, still wants to wear purple clothes? There are more people in Chang'an who want to be purple than there are bastards in the Wei River. How could it be his turn?

He was not promoted even after this report. It was not because the political hall was dissatisfied with him. It was the merit examination department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, who told him overtly and secretly that if he wanted to be promoted, he had to give him enough money. Otherwise, if you look at the noble family in Chang'an who is willing to show kindness, maybe he can be promoted a little if he chooses the right path. He accompanied Xiaoshan to various banquets, but his wife and daughter only received endless ridicule and cold looks.

Frustrated again and again, he left Chang'an and returned to his own territory. Even if they persevere and never give up on the battlefield, for those aristocratic families in Chang'an, all efforts are meaningless.

They only have naked interests in their eyes.

With his thoughts at this point, Yan ordered Yao to close his eyes.

"Commander Jie, Jing Zhaoyin's men are here." The subordinate bowed outside the tent.

After hearing this, Yan Lingyao glanced at the letter next to his hand.

"Invite him in."

After a moment, a young official in green clothes strode in. He glanced at Yan Lingyao who was still sitting and frowned slightly. He read out the central edict with great impatience.

After listening to the envoy's words, Yan ordered Yao to raise his lips. Regardless of whether the center can come up with money or not, it may be a good opportunity for him.

The envoy didn't seem to expect that he would be detained by Yan Ling Yao, and he hurriedly said: "Why did Commander Jie keep me here?"

Yan Ling Yao smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, it's been a hard journey, so I'd better stay and wait until tomorrow to hand over the supplies together before leaving."

After saying the strict order, Yao forced the sergeant to escort him and carry him down. And he himself called his counselors over.

"Rong Yu, do you think this plan is feasible?" Yan ordered Yao to ask after handing over his plan.

"Although that's good, General, you can't do this. If you do it, you will be no different from Heshuo's group of rebels." Counselor Ge Yi smiled slightly, "It's better to stir up the emotions of the people below and let them defeat the superiors. , the ability shows that the center is unkind. And everything they do is forced to have no choice. Only in this way can a perfect "Qing Jun Side" be created."

Hearing this, Yao Mulu pondered. As long as he first reflects the court's unkindness, he will have a legitimate reason for whatever he wants to do. But how this is going to be implemented needs to be further considered.

At this time, Pei Jiaoran had just sent Bi Fei to Zhongnan Mountain. Once she returned to Chang'an, she squatted at the door of Jing Zhaoyin. Seeing that the Jingzhao Yin officer who had delivered the letter had not returned for a long time, she raised a faint smile on her lips.

Night gradually swallowed everything up. The wild cat jumped out of nowhere and licked its paws on the wall, stretching its waist and walking forward at a slow pace.

Pei Jiaoran slowly walked into the Da Ci'en Temple and strolled inside.

She read Yan Lingyao's family statement and set up a trap. This prompted the already dissatisfied Jingyuan soldiers to become completely furious. It aroused Yan Lingyao's hatred in his heart, and his hatred was also the hatred of these sergeants.

No one wants to rely on merit to break through the barriers between themselves and their family. Entering the political stage of Chang'an, dividing the dividends belonging to the upper class. Also get a taste of what it's like to stand at the pinnacle of power in Chang'an City. But if you want to re-establish the order, only by destroying the old order can you usher in a new Chang'an.

In the past, Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang and burned all the palaces in order to establish his order. Chang'an has been the heart of the empire for hundreds of years. No one knows how many high sects were born here, and no one knows what kind of relationship they have with the empire.

But after several confrontations, Pei Jiaoran had become acutely aware of it. The knot of power has formed on them, and to untie this knot, it is not enough to imitate Dong Zhuo and burn down Luoyang. Someone must imitate his predecessors and launch a mutiny.

This has nothing to do with political stance or right or wrong. But out of aversion to rigidity, everyone who wants to re-divide interests will spare no effort to overturn the existing chess game.

Listening to the distant bells, Pei Jiaoran licked his lips. Xun Sheng walked over and saw a little novice monk ringing the bell.

"When you strike the bell at dawn, you will wake up from the long night; when you strike it at dusk, you will be alert to the dark road and clear away the smell of darkness." Pei Jiaoran put his hands behind his hands and smiled leisurely, "Little master, you have struck this bell one hundred and eight times. But why should I?" Still feel confused and troubled?" Note 1

Hearing this, the little novice monk stopped and looked at her suspiciously, then ran away in an instant. It seemed that he saw something terrible.

Seeing this, Pei Jiaoran murmured to himself, "Tsk, am I that scary?"

A monk in a robe walked up to Pei Jiaoran and clasped his hands together, "It's not the female donor who is scary. It's just that the shadows of the trees where you were standing just now were swaying, making you look like you were possessed by a devil. The night was so dim that the disciple was dazzled by the mistake. I thought you were a demon.”

Pei Jiaoran raised his eyebrows after listening to the words of the monk in front of him.

"Maybe he is not blinded? Maybe I am really a devil to you Buddhist worshipers." Pei Jiaoran smiled meaningfully, turned and left.