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

Everyone felt sorry for Song Qingcheng. They didn't expect the Tatars to be so rampant. However, Song Qingcheng herself didn't notice anything unusual and seemed like she didn't hear anything.

Xie was different. When she saw Song Qingcheng's dazzling face, she complained, "She is really a disaster. Even the Tatars have been bewitched by her."

Song Qingcheng seemed unaware and just glanced at Xie lightly. Although her eyes seemed calm, Xie felt an inexplicable chill when she was stared at.

I don’t know what’s in Mrs. Xie’s mind and I don’t want to pay any attention to her.

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi. So far, she had not found anything that could anger Pei Huaizhi, let alone these quick words.

There was no change on Wang Shuhuai's handsome face. "Although Pei is not talented, he would not do such an unmanly thing as sacrificing his wife. This is different from your country."

Everyone laughed.

At some point, Song Qingcheng's cousin and Shengsheng, who had attended the flower viewing banquet in the palace in the past, came to Song Qingcheng's side. Pei Huaizhi said this. Shen Shengsheng looked at her with admiration, "Lord Pei is so amazing, Sister Qingcheng really did not marry the wrong person"

Song Qingcheng's lips curled up slightly. She was not surprised by Pei Huaizhi's answer.

The Tatars had never expected that a mere civil official could be so bold, and the Tatar warriors even roared out warnings.

The Tatar lost face and was unwilling to accept it. "Since Lord Pei is unwilling to exchange his wife for his life, why don't we use Madam Pei as a bargaining chip? If we win, how about giving Madam Pei to us as an item?"

Pei Huaizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the Tatar envoy with sharp eyes: "What if you lose?"

"Oh, you are such an ignorant kid who has no idea how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

"What if you lose?" Pei Huaizhi asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, I'll leave it to you, how about that?"

"it is good!"

Pei Huaizhi was waiting for this sentence. He did not turn around and said, "Come here."

Shuqi had been waiting on one side. He stood under the ring and clasped his fists, saying, "Sir!"

Pei Huaizhi said: "Go and bring up the death warrant."

Shuqi looked at the Tatar with pity, then put forward the life and death statement he had prepared.

In addition to the demands of both parties, the document also states at the end that the battle between the two parties is undecided, and life and death are not a matter of concern.

"please"

Pei Huaizhi was the first to stamp his seal on the yellow letter of challenge.

Tatar envoy: "Buchi, go!"

The Tatar warrior named Buchi bit his finger and pressed his bloody handprint on the death certificate.

But Pei Huaizhi was still not satisfied. He pointed at the Tatar envoy again and said calmly, "And you!"

The Tatar envoy had already lost his temper. "You Wei people, why do you have so many rules? Why is it so troublesome to fight? If you don't want to fight, then don't fight."

"If the envoy disagrees, then there will be no fight." Pei Huaizhi lifted the corner of his robe and prepared to jump off the stage.

"Wait, I'll sign!" The Tatar envoy suddenly worried that Pei Huaizhi would really go back on his word. After all, this was a critical time when the Tatar territory needed this batch of raw silk and raw salt.

Besides, Pei Huaizhi is just a civil official. What he is doing now is nothing but bluffing. He wants them to retreat without fighting. If they don't sign, wouldn't that be playing into the trap set by the Wei Dynasty?

Pei Huaizhi was not afraid that the Tatars would sign, but he was afraid that they would not sign.

“Now, we can begin.”

Pei Huaizhi said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Chi rushed towards Pei Huaizhi like a whirlwind, swinging two hundred-jin iron hammers with tremendous force, as if he wanted to kill him on the spot.

Everyone gasped. Even the Emperor of Wei was unusually nervous. He gripped the handles of the dragon throne tightly. The dragon body even left the back of the chair and leaned forward.

This Tatar obviously wanted to kill Pei Huai.

For Song Qingcheng, Pei Huaizhi was her husband after all, and she didn't want to be a widow yet. The moment the hammer was swung at Pei Huaizhi, her heart couldn't help but pounding wildly, as if it was going to jump out of her chest. She was so nervous that she had difficulty breathing.

At the critical moment, when everyone thought that Pei Huaizhi could not dodge, they saw Pei Huaizhi tap his toes, leap into the air, and his body instantly rose several feet high, avoiding Bu Chi's fatal move.

The hammer fell to the ground, and a big hole was smashed into the place where Pei Huaizhi had just stood.

The people off the field were terrified, and when they saw Pei Huaizhi dodge it easily, they couldn't help but feel surprised and admired.

The Tatar envoy was even more shocked. Buchi was the best warrior of the Tatars. No one could handle the double hammers so easily. The Tatar envoy felt so ashamed. He said in Tatar: "If you hit him hard again, hit him to death, I will give you the Song girl as a reward! You can trample on her as you like!!"

Upon hearing this, Bu Chi became furious. Seeing that his first attack failed, he turned around and attacked again, chopping towards Pei Huaizhi with the hammer in his hand.

This attack was even faster and more brutal than the first time, and the iron hammer was filled with spiritual power, making a whirring sound.

Pei Huaizhi remained calm and responded with his lightness skills. Whenever the iron hammer was about to fall on Pei Huaizhi, he would easily avoid it.

After thirty exchanges, the Tatar envoy was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and he cursed Pei Huai's cunningness from the audience.

Bu Chi was already in a state of confusion. He was panting, with hot air coming out of his nose. He was swinging the sledgehammer randomly on the stage without caring about anything.

The people below the stage looked at the scene which was more like a bullfight.

Bu Chi was a sturdy and strong man with great explosive power, but because of this, his body was clumsy and inflexible. Pei Huaizhi took advantage of this and used light skills to wear down Bu Chi. Sure enough, after nearly a hundred moves, Bu Chi's body had become sluggish, and the speed and power of the hammer in his hand had fallen off.

This was the perfect opportunity. Pei Huaizhi sneered and changed his previous way of avoiding sharp attacks. He quickly drew out the soft sword wrapped around his waist. This sword was made of meteorite iron from outer space. It was extremely hard and could cut iron like mud.

Pei Huaizhi swung the sword into the wind, his body moving as fast as lightning. Before the sword arrived, the cold sword energy had already pierced Xia Feng's throat.

His sword was so fast and fierce that Bu Chi obviously couldn't dodge it.

puff!

The sword enters the throat!

Blood spurts out!

He drew out his sword in a flash, did a sudden roundhouse kick, and swept across with one leg, knocking Bu Chi heavily to the ground.

Bu Chi's eyes widened in disbelief, he fell to the ground with a bang, and after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, he died. However, his eyes were still wide open, indicating that he died with his eyes open!

Pei Huaizhi stood still with his sword in hand, firmly on the stage, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The people in the audience were stunned for a long time before they came back to their senses from such a thrilling fight. Lord Pei was indeed a man of both civil and military talents, one of a kind in the world.

The Emperor of Wei leaned back in a relaxed manner on the dragon throne, "Good, good!" It was not difficult to see that he was very pleased.

Song Qingcheng, who was not far away, finally felt relieved. At this moment, she realized that she had been sweating profusely. The Tatar envoy ran to the stage in disbelief and saw that Bu Chi was completely dead.