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

She didn't understand why Pei Huaizhi had the leisure to ask this. He had always been indifferent to anything other than court affairs.

"What? Can't tell."

Pei Huaizhi looked at Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng smiled awkwardly and replied: "It's just a childhood joke."

"Oh?"

Pei Huaizhi raised his voice slightly and leaned lazily against the car wall, obviously very interested in the childhood joke that Song Qingcheng told.

Song Qingcheng blinked and continued, "When I was young, I was ignorant and thought the King of Yan was just a beggar under the crabapple tree at Zhuque Bridge. Who knew that the King of Yan would remember it for so many years?"

"If there was any intersection later, it was on the battlefield. He fought side by side with my father and brother. My father valued his talent and saw that he was a good candidate for leading troops in battle, so he taught him. So before he asked to go to the border, they met many times in the Song Mansion. Later, when the late queen passed away, he also asked to go to the border. In the following years, they did not meet again until he came back from the border recently and was named the King of Yan."

It was a long time ago, and before she could finish her recollection, she was startled by Pei Huaizhi's suddenly gloomy face.

"The little beggar by Suzaku Bridge?!"

Song Qingcheng nodded. This matter was indeed a little unbelievable, but it was the fact.

Pei Huaizhi felt that his reaction was a bit extreme. Realizing this, he became more and more annoyed, and his face became even uglier. "You didn't give that little beggar half a meat bun and a copper coin, did you?"

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but open her apricot eyes wide and opened her cherry lips slightly, "Third Master, how did you know?" Her own memory of these things was a little fuzzy.

Pei Huaizhi frowned slightly. For the first time, he felt that fate was playing tricks on him. He didn't realize that the little girl in front of him had recognized the wrong person. He said helplessly: "How can you be sure that the little beggar is Wei Shao, the Prince of Yan?"

Song Qingcheng choked. Wei Shao had indeed never told her about this. It was just that when she grew up, she felt that Wei Shao's eyes and eyebrows were somewhat similar to the little beggar under the crabapple tree at Zhuque Bridge when she was a child, so she had a preconceived idea.

"Third Master, are you saying that I might have recognized the wrong person?"

Pei Huaizhi gave her a cold look, and then stopped talking and continued to correct the documents in front of him.

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but wonder, "Who is that little beggar?"

Pei Huaizhi glanced at her with a half-smile.

*

Three days later, the team had completely left the borders of the capital and entered Yongzhou Post Station from the official road for rest.

Except for being a little stuffy along the way, everything was peaceful. However, every time Song Qingcheng changed Pei Huaizhi's dressing, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

It has to be said that Pei Huaizhi was cruel to his enemies and to himself, and the wounds were deep.

When he arrived at the post station, the postmaster was very attentive and specially prepared a good room for Pei Huaizhi. However, perhaps because the taxation and disaster relief issues in Nanjing, Jiangnan were extremely urgent, Pei Huaizhi only stayed in Yongzhou for one day and then continued on his journey without stopping, completely ignoring the fact that he was injured.

Fortunately, Song Qingcheng had a better physique, so her body could still withstand the three days of bumpy ride. However, she didn't expect that after a day of rest, her body felt like it was falling apart and she was sore all over.

When Song Qingcheng left the post station and got on the carriage, her walking posture looked very strange.

The guards, especially Shuqi and others, looked at Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng with ambiguous eyes. Fearlessly approaching Pei Huaizhi, "Sir, you are still injured, you should pay more attention to your health, and do not do strenuous exercise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Huaizhi glanced at Shuqi coldly. Shuqi felt the murderous intent as if it were real, and ran to the front of the team.

When Pei Huaizhi got on the carriage, he saw Song Qingcheng rubbing her slender waist with a painful look on her face.

"It hurts!" Pei Huaizhi asked.

Song Qingcheng put down her hand, a little stunned, lowered her head and said, "Are you okay?" She couldn't hold him back.

Pei Huaizhi raised his hand and pulled Song Qing to him, and placed his palm directly on her lower back, kneading it gently.

Song Qingcheng's face flushed red as if blood was dripping out. The cold pine wood scent from Pei Huaizhi enveloped her whole body, making her feel a little dizzy. She struggled to get up and said in a tender voice, "I'm fine."

Pei Huaizhi patted her waist gently and told her not to move. Summer dresses were very thin. Song Qingcheng could clearly feel the cool hands on her lower back, so she had to sit up straight.

Pei Huaizhi's technique was very professional. He pressed a few times with moderate force on some acupoints, and Song Qingcheng clearly felt that the pain in her waist was much relieved.

Song Qingcheng thought that such a husband who was proficient in everything should work hard to climb up the career ladder. When he became the Prime Minister, she would be able to save the entire General's Mansion.

Song Qingcheng gradually relaxed her body and her expression became much more relaxed. She gave Pei Huaizhi a grateful smile.

Seeing his wife's clean and pure smile, Pei Huaizhi felt more confident.

He wanted her, not only her body, he also wanted her heart.

*

The carriage was moving very fast, and except for necessary rests, the team was basically on the road.

At first, Song Qingcheng was quite curious about the scenery outside the capital. She would lean on the window of the carriage to look out from time to time. But after a long time, the scenery along the road was roughly the same, so she lost her curiosity.

It was dull and boring, but Pei Huai was still dealing with the official documents at hand. It had been several days, but for some reason the number of documents on his desk had not decreased at all.

Just when Song Qingcheng wanted to say something.

The carriage suddenly made a clanging sound, as if it had hit something heavy.

Then arrows whizzed through the windows, and the carriage had obviously become a sitting duck.

Her heart was beating like a drum for a moment. Before she could make any move, Pei Huaizhi, who was standing beside her, hugged her to his chest and rushed out of the carriage quickly.

There were flashes of swords and sabers, and chaos was raging outside the carriage.

Song Qingcheng's remaining sanity told her that someone wanted Pei Huaizhi's life!

Pei Huaizhi protected the people firmly behind him. At this point, Song Qingcheng felt like she was reborn into a lonely life. Even though she had lived a new life, she didn't know that she would encounter an assassin on this trip. If she had known, she would definitely remind Pei Huaizhi to be on guard.

Who is the person who wants Pei Huaizhi's life?

She slowly scanned the other side through Pei Huaizhi's back, and saw that they were all well-trained, wearing tight clothes and short fighting styles, with black scarves covering their faces. They had an extremely tacit understanding in close combat and long-range archery.

It seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.

The people led by Pei Huaizhi were also highly skilled in martial arts. Although one could defeat a hundred, the enemy was in the dark and we were in the light, and the number of people was very different. Soon, the guards led by Shuqi began to struggle.

Song Qingcheng had restrained Pei Huaizhi's actions, so she said in a voice that Pei Huaizhi could hear: "Third Master, please leave me alone for now."

Pei Huaizhi glanced at her, sent her to a pile of rocks, and said calmly: "Hide first!"

Song Qingcheng nodded obediently.