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

When King Yi Wei Shao saw the beauty again, he felt a little itchy in his heart, but the beauty's eyes were all on Pei Huaizhi on the other side. King Yi was a little dissatisfied. He sent people to send so many gifts to Pei Mansion just to please the beauty, but why did the beauty still only have eyes for her brother?

Prince Yan looked at Song Qingcheng with a complicated expression. Seeing her frowning eyebrows as if she was worried, he knew that he seemed to have no chance at all.

But it was clear that when they met under the crabapple tree, she didn't like Pei Huaizhi. Has she changed in just a few months?

No one noticed that Pei Huairu was also looking at Wei Shao, the King of Jiayan. Seeing Wei Shao staring at Song Qingcheng, Pei Huairu unconsciously exerted force on the back of Xie's hand.

Xie felt pain and took a breath. Her brows furrowed and she glanced at Pei Huairu, "Hiss, Sister Ru, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Huairu was afraid of being discovered, "No... no mother, nothing?" She quickly lowered her head to restrain her expression. Thinking of King Yi, she made up her mind secretly in her heart that since Song Qingcheng could marry her third brother as she wished, then she would definitely be able to marry His Royal Highness King Yi.

Mrs. Xie thought Pei Huairu was worried about Pei Huaizhi, so she patted her hand comfortingly and said with a hint of ridicule: "Don't worry, your third brother has always been lucky. When he was young, he had a high fever and smallpox, but it never took his life."

Pei Huairu could only nod her head. Xie leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister Ru, look at His Royal Highness Prince Yi, he is a handsome man, and your mother is the imperial concubine of the dynasty. How can he not be better than the Prince of Yan who grew up in the cold palace? Giving up your bright future to follow an unpopular prince to the border, your mother will never agree to it no matter what."

Pei Huairu, "Mom, why are you saying this now? Look at me, the King of Wings may not be asking me for help."

"Don't talk nonsense. Everyone in the capital knows what the King of Wings means to you. These gifts are being sent to our house like water. I think the Imperial Concubine will come back to the house to exchange the invitation soon."

Xie said.

Pei Huairu said: "Mother, maybe the King of Wings is interested in my third sister-in-law."

"nonsense!"

Xie's voice suddenly rose, attracting many people's attention, and then he lowered the volume again, "Why are you talking nonsense?"

Pei Huairu lowered her head. Xie was distracted and looked at the current King Yi. Sure enough, the King Yi was staring at Song Qingcheng's direction without any concealment.

Now Xie was a little uneasy, thinking, Song Qingcheng was so shameless that she even wanted to hook up with King Yi. Let's see how she would teach her a lesson when she got back.

Pei Huaizhi was keenly aware of two unusual gazes behind him, and then he turned his body to completely block the two fiery gazes. He turned around and gave King Yi and King Yan a warning look.

Prince Yan understood, waved his sleeves and sat on the armchair prepared in the stands.

King Yi laughed softly and said, "Huaizhi is too stingy. Sooner or later, we will become a family."

Pei Huaizhi ignored him and turned around to wait for the Tatar envoy and the man known as the Tatar's first warrior.

King Yi hit a snag, and sat down in frustration.

The time agreed upon with the Tatar envoy had already passed, and the civil and military officials in the court were getting a little impatient.

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd: "This Tatar really doesn't take our Great Wei seriously. He made us wait for so long in vain."

"Is the Tatar afraid and afraid to fight? I think so. They are barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood. How can we, the Great Wei, talk about morality with them?"

"The Tatars will not dare to fight us, given the might of the Wei Dynasty!"

"Who said we don't dare?"

A big man who spoke not very fluently came from a distance. The Tatar envoy and the Tatar's first warrior came.

Everyone present couldn't help but gasp. To say that the Tatar envoy walking in front was no different, but what surprised everyone was the Tatar's number one warrior following behind him. The man was more than ten feet tall, with a burly build, fists like sandbags, hair all over his body, a ferocious face, and like a wild beast. He was wearing suede, with large bulging muscles exposed, bean-shaped eyes and thick eyebrows, two thick braids on his head, and holding a hundred-jin sledgehammer in his hand. He looked terrifying.

Many women came to the martial arts arena today, and some of them were so scared that they dared not look over here.

Those who had just said that the Tatars were afraid to fight were now silent and dared not say a word.

At this moment, even Song Qingcheng couldn't help but worry, her heart in her throat.

The Tatar envoy first paid a symbolic salute to the Emperor of Wei. Faced with the provocation and arrogance, the Emperor of Wei suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes.

"You are the third brother of the Minister of Honglu Temple."

Pei Huaizhi was as calm as the breeze, "It is me"

The Tatar envoy looked up and down at the handsome young man in front of him with disdain and shook his head, "What a pity, what a pity!"

The Tatar warrior behind him suddenly spoke up and said arrogantly, "One hammer!"

When everyone heard this, they thought that this Tatar was really arrogant to the extreme.

Pei Huaizhi flirted with one another and walked onto the stage, "The first warrior of Tatar, please come on!"

These words were said calmly and casually, but more like a kind of disregard.

"You people of Wei really know how to pretend"

"Up"

The Tatar envoy ordered.

Soon, the Tatar warrior also stepped onto the ring.

The two men stood still. Even though Pei Huaizhi was extremely tall, there was still a huge gap between him and the Tatar warrior. It seemed that the difference in strength was not just a little bit. In the eyes of outsiders, facing the huge Tatar warrior, Pei Huaizhi had no chance of winning and might not be able to get off the ring. To be more precise, Pei Huaizhi might die in the ring.

Song Qingcheng, who was standing under the ring, clenched the round fan in her hand tightly to prevent her nervousness from showing.

At this time, the Tatar envoy looked in her direction, rubbed his chin with his fingers, sniffed the air ambiguously, and said, "It smells so good."

Everyone didn't know what was wrong with the Tatar at that time, and they were saying whether it smelled good or not.

Then the Tatar said, "I heard that Madam Pei is the most beautiful woman in the capital. Today I see that she is indeed as famous as she is. Why don't you present Madam Pei to my king? I can decide to cancel the competition. Then Master Pei won't lose his life, right?"

When Flo spoke, the whole audience was shocked!

"How shameless you are, barbarians."

"This is our Great Wei, how can we allow you to be so rampant?"

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Everyone couldn't hold back any longer and started spitting at Tatar Shichen.

Song Jia Erlang was even more furious, and was about to draw his sword and rush forward to cut off the envoy's dog head and feed it to the dogs!

Song Qingcheng took one look over and nailed the man to the spot.

Just now Song Qingcheng warned him not to be impulsive, otherwise she would not acknowledge him as her brother.

The second son of the Song family threw his sword to the ground with a swish, unable to vent his anger.

Song Huaiyi is naturally the same.

Seeing that Pei Huaizhi did not speak, the Tatar asked provocatively, "Women are like clothes. Sir Pei, are you willing to exchange them?"