My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

She stepped forward lightly, and a sharp dagger slipped from her wide sleeves into her hand. She suddenly moved forward and attacked Pei Huaizhi's throat, "Die!"

Pei Huaizhi suddenly felt murderous intent and opened his eyes suddenly. After seeing that the person coming was not Song Qingcheng, he did not hide, but directly hit the skinny horse in the face with his palm, knocking him to the ground.

"Pfft!"

The skinny horse spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Pei Huaizhi in disbelief. Wasn't this man poisoned by aphrodisiac? Aphrodisiac poison will not only make people lose their reason and fall completely into the madness of lust, but will also make martial artists lose all their internal strength.

She knew something was wrong. The man in front of her didn't show any signs of being poisoned. Could it be that she had fallen into a trap?

Knowing that she would not survive, she immediately tried to bite the poison hidden in her mouth.

Unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi on the opposite side moved faster and clamped her chin in an instant.

A cold voice came from the top of his head, "Want to die? I'm afraid it's not that easy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click!

He had already cut off the skinny horse's jaw and thrown it on the ground like a rag, then walked out of the room and called for help.

Shuqi climbed up and saw the skinny horse with its last breath on the ground and the dagger lying next to it. He realized that it was his negligence and felt very ashamed.

"Sir, it is my fault. I beg you to punish me!"

Shuqi clasped his hands together, knelt on one leg, and said self-reproachfully.

"Take him away and check"

Pei Huaizhi sat in the armchair. When the first plan failed, he came up with a second one. The person behind the scenes was really painstaking.

Shuqi and Wu Songsong took the people away, and after everyone left, there were only two people left in the room.

Song Qingcheng had been standing aside since she entered the door, and Pei Huaizhi seemed not to have seen her from beginning to end.

Seeing that Pei Huaizhi seemed to be fine, he remembered that Pei Huaizhi's medical skills were superb and could not be compared with those of ordinary doctors.

Pei Huaizhi sat aside and bandaged the wound on his hand.

Song Qingcheng felt more and more like a fool.

"that......."

Song Qingcheng didn't know what to say, and finally just said: "Since the Third Master is fine, I will..."

"Pack up these few days and go back to Beijing first!"

Pei Huaizhi was suffering from a splitting headache due to the aphrodisiac in his body. He rubbed his brows and said.

Jinling is still not safe, and there may be dark forces involved. If anyone dares to attack him today, they will attack Song Qingcheng tomorrow. For her safety, she must return to Beijing, but Song Qingcheng naturally doesn't need to know about this.

Song Qingcheng blinked, but suddenly understood Pei Huaizhi's thoughts. He was afraid that the person behind the scenes would attack her.

"it is good!"

She replied.

Then he continued, "However, it will take at least a month to take care of everything in Jinling!"

"Well, it's settled. Just let Wu Songsong call me."

"it is good!"

After Song Qingcheng finished answering and was about to turn around, she heard a thud. Hearing the noise, Song Qingcheng turned around suddenly and saw Pei Huaizhi fell to the side and was struggling to get up.

"What's wrong? Isn't it all right now?"

Song Qingcheng ran over and helped Pei Huaizhi up.

Pei Huaizhi had never been as embarrassed as he was now. He looked at her with a sidelong glance, as if he was disappointed with her. "Do you think the strange poison in the Western Region is so easy to cure?"

"Aren't you a miracle doctor?"

Song Qingcheng asked seriously.

Pei Huaizhi closed his eyes resignedly, his head twitching with pain. He reached out to cover Song Qingcheng's mouth, telling her not to say anything more.

Song Qingcheng's eyes went dark and she immediately shut up. She knew Pei Huaizhi was not lying because the hand covering her eyes was frighteningly hot.

"Then you should take a rest first!"

Song Qingcheng said, and then sat aside, thinking that she should keep watch. She was afraid that Pei Huaizhi would burn to death, so she would touch his forehead from time to time. After a day of tossing and turning, there was still some poison in his body. Pei Huaizhi had long been exhausted and drowsy, but Song Qingcheng would touch his forehead with her cool hand every once in a while, and the cool touch immediately made him feel sleepy.

After struggling for a few times, he felt helpless and wondered if this was considered a slap in the face followed by a sweet reward.

When she reached out her hand again, Pei Huaizhi sighed, closed his eyes and grabbed her hand, "Don't bother me, Madam. Can you let me rest for a while, ok?"

"Just sleep, I'm not disturbing you." She tried hard to be the good wife and mother she was in her previous life, busying herself back and forth, and took the opportunity to touch his forehead.

Pei Huaizhi had no choice but to follow her.

Song Qingcheng suddenly had an idea. Could it be that Pei Huaizhi had a masochistic personality and only liked others to treat him badly, so he was indifferent to all the things she did in her previous life.

"Don't think so wildly!"

Pei Huaizhi saw the man's eyes flickering and said with a frown.

Song Qingcheng nodded guiltily, "Okay, you take a rest!"

Pei Huaizhi was exhausted and eventually lost consciousness and fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already 3:00 a.m. He opened his eyes and saw Song Qingcheng lying on the edge of the bed and had fallen asleep.

He seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, his two willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

It was already chilly in the early autumn nights, and people were seen curled up as if they were frozen.

He raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, sighed, got off the bed, gently lifted one of her arms, put his other hand through her calf, picked her up and put her on the inside of the bed, then covered her with a thin blanket.

Then he lay down on his side again and looked at Song Qingcheng inside.

Day two.

Song Qingcheng woke up, opened her eyes dazedly, sat up and waited for a while before realizing where she was. She shuddered, but Pei Huaizhi was no longer in the room.

She was stunned and opened the door. Xia He was waiting there.

Only after seeing Song Qingcheng wake up did he go in and help her wash up.

After all, this was Hua Xiangrong, and not all the necessary items were complete, so Song Qingcheng just did a simple wash and wash.

"Where is the Third Master?"

"The Third Master left very early!"

"oh""

After a quick wash, he gave a few instructions to the shopkeeper at Hua Xiangrong before leaving.

The shopkeeper called the servant over and said, "Give those lanterns to Master Shuqi. It's not a big deal if we keep them here!"

Servants: "Yes!"

*

Pei Huaizhi was in the study, handling reports as official business.

Shuqi recently reported.

"Can you find out the origin of that skinny horse?" Pei Huaizhi asked.

"The third prince, Wei Chang," Shuqi replied.

"Third Prince, did Wei Chang misunderstand that you had a close relationship with the King of Yan, which is why he is so impatient?"

There was still no expression on Pei Huaizhi's face, he just hummed.

I wanted to get involved in the dispute among the four princes in the court, but there were always some people who made troubles again and again, so I had to find some way to make him behave himself.

Shuqi slapped his head and said, "Oh, by the way, Hua Xiangrong's servant just sent me two lamps and said he didn't know what to do with them. Please give me some advice, sir!"

Pei Huaizhi finally showed a trace of emotion on his face!