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

At midnight, Pei Jiaoran opened his eyes. Looking at the figure walking around the screen and leaving, there was still a trace of pain on my back. After the joy dissipated, she curled up and slept with her back to him. Li Xiujing pressed his forehead against her back, leaving a faint scar.

There is still residual warmth on the skin. But the wind that slipped in through the gap between the windows hit me, and I still couldn't help but tremble. Pei Jiaoran turned around carefully and looked at the person at the door through the screen.

"General, Chang'an just sent someone to send you a letter home." Feng Yuanxian said in a low voice outside the door.

Picking up the robe hanging on the railing, Li Xiujing turned her head and looked behind the screen. After thinking for a while, he whispered: "Let's go out and talk."

The chilly spring breeze stirred the wind chimes hanging on the screen the moment the door opened. However, as the door of the house was closed, the wind chime swung a few times and returned to silence. Pei Jiaoran turned around and lay down on his back, staring directly at the ceiling of the tent. She blinked and saw the letter from Chang'an.

When they were about to attack Chang'an, a letter from home suddenly came.

No matter how you look at it, this letter from home is very fishy. Could there be a hidden crisis that might be detrimental to her?

The sense of crisis began to dominate her thoughts little by little. Despite the alliance between the two, trust is important. But she couldn't help but be wary of him. The distribution of power is limited, and trust is not enough to support every political dividend being carried out fairly.

Although she gradually began to have a little more affection for him, reason still dominated her thoughts.

After looking at the location of the boots, Pei Jiaoran got out of bed and walked around the boots on the ground. Tiptoeing barefoot, he walked to the door.

Li Xiujing stood under the verandah and calmly read the family letter in his hand.

The envelope does have the word Aye on it, but the content inside does not. Dugujun's name is written on the signature. He promised himself in the letter that as long as he was willing to switch sides, he would not only be willing to give him a high official and generous salary, but also be willing to make himself a king with a different surname. A real temptation.

Under the moonlight, Li Xiujing couldn't help but feel cold. He didn't care whether Dugujun had this intention or not. But he could clearly see the murderous intention behind it.

Suspicion is the root of many conflicts. During the war, as the coach, he suddenly received such a letter. It is easy to cause unnecessary trouble. The most troublesome thing is that when this letter reached the ears of Emperor Wei, it was another matter.

Pei Jiaoran, who was behind the door, looked at Li Xiujing's back, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"General, is it possible that Dugujun wants to harm Li Sikong? That's why he wrote a letter to threaten you."

Li Xiujing exhaled a breath of mist and said in a solemn tone, "It's worse than this situation. Dugujun wanted me to defect to him and promised me a high-ranking official and a generous salary. So he had someone rub Aye's handwriting on it and make an envelope."

"Isn't it Li Sikong's family letter?" Feng Yuanxian frowned, "How could he..."

"This is the cruelty of him. The reason why people sent me a message is to let everyone know that Aye is in his hands. And the war is coming, and he is telling me that my attitude is related to Aye's life. "Li Xiujing sighed, "I must show a decent attitude now."

Pei Jiaoran behind the door suddenly smiled. Dugujun's move was not only ruthless, it was simply brilliant.

It seems that the father who is trapped in Chang'an is reporting to his son outside the city that he is safe. In fact, it makes his son, who has a heavy responsibility, become scrupulous in his behavior. A hostage can spread the news, which is somewhat of a deterrent. When these deterrents are put together, it is easy for the trust built between the monarch and his ministers to collapse.

Especially Li Xiujing. The Shence Army he led was originally the emperor's private army and was the force that the central government relied on. Most of their families are in Chang'an. Now that the commander-in-chief has obtained family letters from the enemy, most of the others will be aroused to worry about their families.

Morale gradually declined. They are afraid that their families will be killed because of them. If this is the case, it will naturally be difficult to fight this battle. After all, not everyone is born loyal and patriotic. People always make choices.

But as the commander-in-chief of all armies, Li Xiujing's choice was also crucial.

Pei Jiaoran tapped his forearm with his fingers. This is where the ruthlessness and brilliance of Dugujun's strategy lies. No one in the world can avoid the two things of kinship and filial piety. As long as Li Xiujing dares to send troops, the entire Li family may be killed to frighten him. If he did not send troops, then Emperor Wei would inevitably appoint a new commander and his military power would be taken away. Even in the first situation, Li Xiujing chooses justice and wins by luck. It will be difficult to gain a foothold in the DPRK in the future.

It's a hard choice. Pei Jiaoran glanced at Li Xiujing with a complicated expression.

After all, they are not the same. He still had relatives, but she was pretty much alone. So she couldn't make a choice for him, but her intuition told her that he would give her a reasonable answer.

With a sigh, Pei Jiaoran turned back to the couch.

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened. Li Xiujing walked in quietly. He held his breath and walked to the bedside. Seeing that Pei Jiaoran seemed to be sleeping soundly, he stood up and stirred the charcoal basin not far away. He warmed himself up before going back again.

He sat on the bed with his hands behind his head. His eyes fell on Pei Jiaoran.

It will be dawn in half an hour. He should also go back and face the choices he should make.

"Jiajia." Li Xiujing called.

Still maintaining the sleeping position with his back to Li Xiujing, Pei Jiaoran quietly opened his eyes. Doesn't respond to him.

After about half an hour of touching her, Li Xiujing lowered his head and kissed her forehead tenderly. The sound of rustling clothes was heard, followed by the sound of someone pushing the door open and leaving.

Pei Jiaoran stood up, opened his eyes, reached out and touched the place where Li Xiujing had just kissed him.

Just then she suddenly remembered an allusion. General Liu Cong and Zhao Ran entered Chang'an at night to escape from Xiaoyaoyuan. Now it is obviously impossible to enter Chang'an from Xiaoyaoyuan. But it's not impossible.

Putting on the fur coat hanging on the clothes rail, Pei Jiaoran quickly walked out the door. He caught up with Li Xiujing at the door.

"I have an idea, do you want to listen?" Pei Jiaoran said with a smile.

Li Xiujing stopped and looked at Pei Jiaoran under the morning light.

"I'll go in and be the internal response for you." Pei Jiaoran raised his lips, "Chang'an is about to be restored, and some things should be cleaned up so that the future can be better."

"No." Li Xiujing shook his head, "Your current status is not suitable for such risks. What if..."

"Nothing is impossible." Pei Jiaoran stared at Li Xiujing.

"Jiajia!"

Pei Jiaoran smiled and said, "Just think that I want to perform extraordinary feats. I will lead people to sneak into Chang'an City from Longshou Canal. I need to contact all the families in Chang'an City to appease them, and gradually defeat Dugujun's army from within. Also Just in time to protect the Li family for you."

Dugujun made it clear that he did not want Li Xiujing and the others to capture Chang'an, and his supplies were no longer enough. She could imagine what he would do in a rage. So she had to go in person and break them down from the inside.

"Jiajia, can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong?" Li Xiujing asked.

When asked, Pei Jiaoran smiled but did not answer.

She knew that this move would lead to the risk of instant death, but there were few foolproof plans in this world, and every move was accompanied by the possibility of variables. If it were not such a wheel of history, how could it keep rolling forward? Both fixed numbers and variables are the driving forces behind this.

And danger usually comes with opportunity.

Li Xiujing looked at Pei Jiaoran and sighed. He knew her silence was the best answer for him.