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

"Puff!"

The dagger flashed with cold light and pierced through the palm of his hand.

It turned out that Pei Huaizhi held the dagger and pierced his palm directly from top to bottom.

It happened so quickly that before anyone could react, Pei Huaizhi suddenly pulled out the dagger from his palm.

In an instant, the bloody hole on the back of the hand was shocking.

Song Qingcheng, who had not yet sat down, was also startled by Pei Huaizhi's sudden rise.

This was still the indifferent and cold young man from aristocratic family in his previous life, but now he looked a little crazy. Pei Huaizhi was emitting an even more arrogant and violent aura.

Song Qingcheng thought, Pei Huaizhi has been with His Majesty for so long, it is true that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. Although he is still young, he is more profound than other men of the same age. But why would such an evil aura appear in a scholar? The development of his character must be closely related to his youth.

Song Qingcheng felt a chill on the back of her neck as she looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Pei Huaizhi. She realized that her fate had been entangled with Pei Huaizhi for two lifetimes, but she had never truly understood the person who had been by her side in her previous life.

Pei Huaizhi threw the dagger casually at the edge of Xie Wanning's skirt without any scruples.

Accompanied by a clang sound.

Then came Pei Huaizhi's cold eyes.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Xie Wan Ning was a girl after all, and this was an obvious warning, but she only felt a chill down her spine for a moment. Before, she just wanted to use the woman's sexual desire to kidnap Pei Huaizhi.

Who knew that Pei Huaizhi would be so cruel? Now she was suddenly unsure. If she continued to struggle, this extremely sharp dagger might fall on her.

Her legs were shaking and she almost couldn't stand.

Shuqi, "Miss cousin!"

The meaning is obvious.

Xie Wan Ning didn't care about it at this moment. She turned around and staggered out.

"I, Pei Huaizhi, have never made things difficult for women and children, and I also have to see if the other party is worthy of it."

Xie Wan Ning paused on her way out, waves of hatred suddenly rising in her heart.

Turning around, she asked unwillingly, "Since my cousin has never had any feelings for me, why did he take such good care of me before she got married?"

Pei Huaizhi was too lazy to explain, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and said in a deep voice, "I have never been a good person, but when I went down the mountain, my master told me that I should save those who should be saved. At that time, I thought you should be saved."

Pei Huaizhi did not say the rest of the words, which saved her face in the end.

Xie Wan Ning thought, so she doesn’t need to be saved now, right?

it is good!

Since she couldn't marry him as she wished, she would marry the most noble man in the Wei Dynasty and let him and Song Qingcheng crawl at her feet.

Today's shame will be returned a hundredfold!

Xie Wan Ning, whose eyes were red just now, now stepped out of the study proudly like a proud peacock.

As soon as Xie Wan Ning left, the two servants tactfully followed suit and retreated.

Song Qing was a little panicked now. He quickly shouted, "Don't go, Third Master's hand, won't you bandage it?"

But the two servants seemed to have a ghost behind them. The more Song Qingcheng shouted, the faster they ran, and they did not forget to close the study door tightly with a swipe.

For a moment, Song Qingcheng and Pei Huaizhi were the only ones left in the study.

For no reason, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

After this incident, Pei Huaizhi, who had just recovered some energy, felt his vision going dark.

He leaned against the bed wall, his white clothes were whiter than snow, the bloody hole on his right hand had not been treated yet, and he lay limply on the edge of the bed.

When Song Qingcheng turned around helplessly and looked at Pei Huaizhi, the hand hanging on the bed was still dripping with blood.

Pei Huaizhi's eyes were half closed, and he didn't care about his injured hands at all.

madman!

Song Qingcheng cursed angrily, not caring whether the person leaning on the bed could hear her or not.

She is not a doctor, so what's the point of her staying here?

Pei Huaizhi remained silent.

Song Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat, wondering if he was dead.

Without time to think, she took two steps at a time, ran to Pei Huaizhi, raised a finger and placed it under Pei Huaizhi's nose.

See if he's still breathing.

Suddenly, a cold big hand with slight calluses on the palm, probably left by holding a sword or a pen, grabbed his little hand in an instant to test his breathing.

"I'm not dead yet. If you're still mad at me, maybe you can remarry tomorrow."

Pei Huaizhi said this with his cold thin lips, but his eyes were still closed, as if he didn't want to look at her at all.

Song Qingcheng curled her lips, "You were the one who caused it, why are you blaming me? What should you do with your hand? You can't let it bleed like this forever."

At this time, Pei Huaizhi finally opened his eyes.

He raised his injured hand to his eyes.

Penetrating wound!

There are some troubles. It seems that it will take some time to recover.

"Do you want to call a doctor for the Third Master?"

Pei Huaizhi glanced at her nonchalantly and returned to his previous calm appearance, making Song Qingcheng feel that the crazy and sinister man just now was her illusion.

"I am the doctor?"

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi was a little childish and didn't want to argue with him. "Then Third Master, what should we do about this wound?"

There is a wooden box on the first shelf of the antique display cabinet. Inside is some hemostatic medicine. Take it.

Song Qingcheng did as she was told.

He brought the medicine to the bedside, where there was also the remaining silk cloth from treating the chest wound.

Pei Huaizhi wanted to take the golden medicine with his intact hand, but Song Qingcheng took it directly.

"Let me do it"

She first used a clean silk cloth to clean the blood from the wound. Without the blood, the wound was completely exposed, looking very shocking.

Her hands, which were treating the wound, paused.

Pei Huaizhi thought he scared her.

He sighed helplessly.

"I'll do it myself, you go sit over there for a while."

Pei Huaizhi's tone was unusually gentle.

However, Song Qingcheng stubbornly refused to agree. She just paused for a moment and then started to treat the wound skillfully.

Sprinkle some hemostatic medicine on the wound.

He bandaged the wound very skillfully, and at the end, out of habit or something, he even tied a beautiful bow at the knot.

Pei Huaizhi stared at the bandaged hair and the bow tie that didn't suit his temperament at all, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

No matter how brave or smart she is, she is still a little girl who has just come of age. She accidentally forgets to act mature and reveals her playful thoughts.

"Not bad!"

Pei Huaizhi was generous in his praise.

Song Qingcheng smiled.

But Pei Huaizhi, who was usually taciturn, said out of character, "Looking at your technique, it seems like you have learned it before. Did the Song family teach this to young lady?"

"Master Pei, you seem to have forgotten that my father is a general. What's so surprising about his bandaging skills?"

Song Qingcheng said indifferently while picking up the silk cloth that had been cleaned beside the bed.

"Oh? So you have bandaged other men's wounds before."

Pei Huaizhi felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, a feeling that was somewhat strange.

"Master Pei?"

"Ok?"

"Do you smell anything in this study?"