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

Pei Huaizhi thanks you!

The Emperor of Wei glanced at Pei Huaizhi, and was then escorted out of the martial arts arena.

After the Emperor of Wei had completely walked away, Shuqi hurried over, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out the herbal-flavored pill inside and gave it to Pei Huaizhi to take.

Song Qingcheng was in a complicated mood. Pei Huaizhi seemed a little strange to her. She reminded herself not to forget the pain after the wound healed. She might not always be so lucky and live her life over again.

Pei Huaizhi had lost too much blood, and his eyes, which were usually as deep as a pool, now seemed covered with a layer of gray mist, and his head rested weakly on Song Qingcheng's shoulder.

Song Qingcheng used all her strength to send the man to the arms of her long-servant Shuqi, and said in an awkward tone: "Keep an eye on your master, don't let him die!"

Shuqi was caught off guard and hugged his master tightly, "Madam, this... this... this should be done by you"

Before he could finish his words, Song Qingcheng had already walked away. After taking two steps, she stopped and said with her back to the man, "What are you still dawdling about? Why don't you send him back home to see a doctor? Do you expect a woman like me to carry him back? I'm afraid your master will bleed to death at one o'clock in the morning."

Shuqi said sadly, "Didn't the master just say that he wouldn't die, he just looked dangerous. What's more, he took the blood-clotting pill. Besides, it's not yours? How can it be mine? I haven't got a family yet?"

But he only dared to say this in a low voice. After all, Song Qingcheng's face looked very bad at this moment, as if someone owed her tens of thousands of taels of silver.

He must be worried that his master is angry. Shuqi nodded and said that this must be the case. Then he picked up Pei Huaizhi and sent him to the carriage not far away.

Wang Shuyi and Nan Shengsheng saw that Song Qingcheng looked unhappy, so they stepped forward and comforted her.

"Master Pei is doing this for you. Don't be like a child and get angry with Master Pei. You know, the right thing to do is to go back and take good care of Master Pei."

“That’s right, that’s right.” Nan Shengsheng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Song Qingcheng forced a smile on her palm-sized face.

The two of them gave a few instructions, and then left when the servants of each household came to call them.

General Song and his family dealt with the ministers who had just come to flatter them before they came to give instructions to Song Qingcheng.

The second brother Song Shuyan came over and tapped Song Qingcheng's little head, "Manman, I didn't expect you to have such a good vision. You really picked a good husband for yourself."

Song Huaiyi disliked him for being dishonest and said seriously: "Don't hit your sister on the head in the future. I think she became stupid because of you."

Then he told Song Qingcheng not to worry too much. Experts see the details, while laymen just watch the excitement. The knife that Pei Huaizhi just used to injure himself was at a tricky angle and avoided the vital points. It only looked serious on the outside.

However, he did not expect that Pei Huaizhi was so talented. One could tell at a glance that he had learned this skill since childhood. He must have learned it in the temple when he was young.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

The second brother Song Shuyan had a look of admiration on his face. It seemed that he was completely conquered by Pei Huaizhi today. "Some other day, when your brother-in-law is in better health, you can introduce him to me, your brother, so that we can learn from each other."

General Song: "You are no match for Huai Zhi, so don't humiliate yourself."

"Dad, I am your biological son"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I can still let you go, right?"

Song Huai finished speaking and stood aside.

"Manman, please take good care of Huaizhi along the way."

Mrs. Song gave her final instructions.

Song Qingcheng curled her lips, "Why do you want me to take care of him?"

Mrs. Song scolded, "Don't be willful. Who is Huaizhi doing this for today? If you don't take care of him, do you want other women to take care of him for you?" At the end, she did not forget to pat her hands.

"I know," she said in a deep voice, with a lot to say.

Doctor Song gave Song Qingcheng instructions and looked around the martial arts arena. Most people had left by then, and there was no one from Duke Pei's mansion to be seen.

I thought to myself, I should have said hello to my in-laws, but now that I’m not there, let it go.

"Then your father and I will go back first."

"Be careful on the road," Song Qingcheng hugged Mrs. Song.

He turned around and hugged General Song again, "Take care, Daddy. Manman will miss you."

General Song's face turned red, he coughed to cover it up, and said with a straight face, "How shameful." But the curve of his mouth completely betrayed him.

"Sister, where is my second brother?" Song Shuyan opened his arms.

Song Qingcheng: "Aren't men and women supposed to be apart?"

"Okay, you and your second brother are still trying to trick me, so I can hug my sister, right?" He hugged Song Qingcheng empty-handedly, "Remember, write home often, don't let your parents worry about you!"

Parting is a bit sad after all. Song Qingcheng's eyes were slightly red as she watched Madam Song get on the carriage.

Since her brother-in-law is such a skilled martial artist, she felt less worried when she went to Jiangnan this time.

Song Qingcheng's every frown and smile fell distantly into the eagle-like eyes of King Yi Wei Du.

He couldn't bear to accept that the woman he had taken a fancy to was already a married woman, and Pei Huaizhi's wife.

But he can wait. When he reaches that position, it will not be easy to get her.

"go!"

He flicked his sleeves and was about to leave, but was stopped by the young eunuch beside the imperial concubine, who said that the imperial concubine wanted to see him.

Wei Du nodded, and then ordered the guards around him, "From now on, Duke Pei's gifts will stop."

He said with disgust that the gift didn't reach the beauty, what a waste of such a good thing.

But when you think about it carefully, you can't blame Pei Fu entirely. It was because he had preconceived ideas.

*

It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly, and it was extremely scorching!

Xie covered her forehead with a round fan and said with dissatisfaction, "I don't know what Huaizhi was thinking. Not only did he hide the martial arts competition from us, but he also made us worry about him for so long. Besides, if he hadn't agreed to the Tartar's request for Song Qingcheng, His Majesty would have rewarded him handsomely. Now, what's the point of defeating the Tartar?"

Pei Fan didn't refute it, because he felt that Pei Huai's move was really ill-considered. What if His Majesty was afraid of the Pei Mansion because of this?

Grandma Wang Zhirou consoled him and said, "Uncle San, it's good that they have such a close relationship."

After hearing this, Xie's tone became even more serious, "Beauty is a disaster!"

Pei Huairu had been a little absent-minded since she had just seen King Wei Shao of Yan from a distance. "Mom, my stomach is a little uncomfortable. You and sister-in-law wait for me for a while. I'm going to the bathroom."

"Do you want your sister-in-law to go with you?"

Pei Huairu was a little flustered and waved her hands quickly, "No, no, it's not far, sister-in-law, please stay with me for a while."

"Well, go quickly and come back soon. Mom and I will be waiting for you in the carriage."

"Uh-huh,"

Pei Huairu walked away after she finished speaking. Xie said that she didn't need to serve her, so she got on the carriage with Pei Fan, while Wang Zhirou got on another carriage.

She turned down the road that led to the guest room.

Wei Shao was about to ride away.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan"

Wei Shao turned his head and looked.