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

Pei Huaizhi saw Song Qingcheng and said coldly, "You still remember to come here?"

The tone was unhappy.

Song Qingcheng, "Master Pei, I didn't provoke you. Don't take your anger out on me."

"What did I say before? Did I tell you not to run around? Where were you just now? You had time to flirt with Wei Shao, but you didn't have time to come here."

Pei Huaizhi's tone was full of gunpowder.

Song Qingcheng was speechless. She was probably in a bad mood because she was scolded by the Emperor of Wei and injured her hand. It was understandable that she was in a bad mood. Forget it, she decided not to watch her die with her.

Song Qingcheng saw that Pei Huaizhi's hand was still dripping with blood, and the wound showed no signs of healing, which showed that the wound must be very deep.

Isn’t Pei Huaizhi a miracle doctor? Just let the wound be like this.

“Nothing to say!!!”

There was obvious sarcasm in Pei Huaizhi's voice.

Song Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Pei Huai, "It's already this late, Master Pei, you still have the time to talk about these nonsense things. If you have the time, you might as well think about how to stop the bleeding on your palm!"

She took Pei Huaizhi's hand and shook it in front of his chest, motioning to the owner of the injured hand to see, "Does it hurt?"

"nonsense!"

Pei Huai glanced at the wound. It was a deep and hideous wound that lay across the palm of his hand. The flesh and blood were turned inside out. It looked like it might be a little deeper. This hand had to be discarded.

Song Qingcheng remembered that there was only a shallow scar left on the palm of her hand. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it. It was scratched by Pei Huairu's hairpin.

She still remembers the pain of feeling a sharp object sliding across her palm.

Well, now Pei Huaizhi's palm is also bloody and looks like a token of the couple's love.

Pei Huaizhi put down his hand and said unhappily, "I'm not indestructible, how can it not hurt???"

According to Song Qingcheng's understanding of Pei Huaizhi, when has Pei Huaizhi ever been weak? He just had to swallow his anger.

“Hiss!

Pei Huaizhi looked at his shirt that was missing a piece of fabric, frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"what are you doing?"

Song Qingcheng didn't even look at Pei Huaizhi and simply said, "Bandage it!"

Pei Huaizhi choked and was stunned for a rare moment. He asked stupidly, "Then why did you tear my robe?"

"I'm bandaging you. If I don't tear yours, will I tear mine???"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched Pei Huaizhi's arms up and down twice.

Pei Huaizhi's ears turned red as he followed Song Qingcheng's actions, "Not now!!!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng raised her eyes and looked at Pei Huaizhi, whose face turned red. Damn it, she saw Pei Huaizhi's shyness, "Master Pei, what are you thinking? Let go!"

Pei Huaizhi released the hand that was wandering on his chest.

Song Qingcheng took out a small white jade porcelain bottle from his arms, "Is this the golden wound medicine?"

She curved her eyebrows, and Pei Huaizhi naturally saw through her teasing.

"Ahem! Yes!"

Song Qingcheng just thought that she could only deal with it simply and disinfect it. If it was infected, it would not be a trivial matter.

"Your Majesty! No bandage allowed!"

Pei Huaizhi returned to his expressionless look.

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi like a fool, "When did Minister Pei become so obedient? How come I didn't know? Minister Pei, look at that tyrant, is it worth your obedience???"

"Minister Pei, even if you are loyal to the emperor and love your country, stop the bleeding first. You may have the opportunity to bravely protect the emperor later!"

At this time, the assassin has not taken any action yet. Song Qingcheng even began to doubt whether her memory was confused again and something was wrong, and she remembered the time wrongly.

Or was the assassin a fool or a coward who had no idea where to start in such a chaotic situation?

In short, so much time has passed, and Song Qingcheng believes that the assassin has not appeared.

"All right!"

Song Qingcheng was thinking about the assassin, but her hands did not stop moving. She took the medicine on Pei Huaizhi's hand and saw that in addition to the new wound, there was an old wound on her palm. It was an old wound from a year ago when the Tatar envoy insulted her. Pei Huaizhi disobeyed the order and chopped off the Tatar's head, leaving a penetrating wound on his own.

Song Qingcheng's movements were not very gentle to begin with, and she felt a little guilty about this old injury, so she unconsciously reduced the strength in her hands, and finally tied a thin bow.

Pei Huaizhi clearly sensed Song Qingcheng's emotional changes before and after, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! We can only make do with it for now, and deal with it carefully after we leave the palace. If there are any sequelae, it may be difficult to hold a pen. By then, the documents will probably pile up into a mountain!"

"You worry too much. My left hand can do it too!"

He said after a moment of silence.

"Well...well...Master Pei is the best!"

Song Qingcheng curled the corners of her lips, speaking in a tone as if she was coaxing a child.

Pei Huaizhi, "........."

Finally, he touched Song Qingcheng's head with his uninjured hand and said, "Don't worry. Even if my hand is broken, I will have no problem protecting you."

Song Qingcheng looked over and saw that Pei Huaizhi's dark pupils seemed to be filled with tiny hints of smiles.

Song Qingcheng's heart trembled. When did Pei Huaizhi start to talk?

"Why don't you believe it?"

Pei Huaizhi asked with a frown.

"I believe it... Of course I believe it... How dare I not believe what Master Pei says!"

Pei Huaizhi felt relieved only after seeing that Song Qingcheng's face looked normal.

On the main seat.

The Emperor of Wei was still arguing with his son about the marriage.

"Huaizhi!"

The Emperor of Wei looked over from afar and saw that Pei Huaizhi's hand had been bandaged. He did not allow Pei Huaizhi to bandage it. His words were equivalent to an imperial decree.

Now, Pei Huaizhi is equivalent to disobeying the order.

However, the Emperor of Wei just glanced at him. He knew in his heart that now was not the time to deal with Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Your Majesty!"

"Huaizhi, how about this marriage granted by me?"

"Your Majesty! I think your Majesty is wise!"

King Yi glared at Pei Huaizhi fiercely, "You!"

"Your Highness, why are you making excuses? Your Highness, do you have any plans?"

"Pei Huaizhi, stop trying to sow discord between me and my father in front of him. What are you up to?!"

"Shut up! You're giving me a headache. It's settled. The fifteenth of next month is a good day. Let the Ministry of Rites start preparing!"

Only one month left.

"The Minister of Rites is here!"

The Emperor of Wei looked around with a dazed look.

"Return to your majesty, I am here!"

"It's fine, all wedding ceremonies must be done in a meticulous manner!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Okay, back off! It's so boring, and I'm tired!"

The Emperor of Wei was clearly crazy just now, but now he seems to be normal again, as if all the madness just now had never happened.

When the Emperor of Wei spoke, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huaizhi, you have been married for a year and still have no children. Do you need me to make the decision for you and grant you a marriage?"

The Emperor of Wei was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped and asked.