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

Pei Huaizhi stared at Song Qingcheng's little face and replied: "One night, of course, it won't arrive, but wait until the assassin comes to his senses and then return. By then, reinforcements may arrive. Don't worry, I will protect you, what are you afraid of?"

The only problem with his fight was the time difference.

In just one day and one night, Song Qingcheng's heart went through great ups and downs.

Pei Huaizhi smiled and said, "Let's go!"

He carried the person directly onto the horse's back, then jumped onto the horse swiftly and held the person tightly in his arms.

"hiss!"

As soon as she got on the horse, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but gasp.

"how?"

Pei Huaizhi asked.

She wanted to say that she was fine, but Pei Huaizhi wouldn't believe her. However, the injury happened to be on the inside of her thigh, so she was too embarrassed to speak and could only vaguely say that her legs were sore.

"Just bear with it for now, we will be able to meet up with reinforcements soon."

Song Qingcheng was not a pretentious person, so she nodded.

Last night, Pei Huaizhi was unconscious and had a high fever during the journey. He kissed her afterwards and made her dazed. She was so tense that she dared not close her eyes. She only closed her eyes when it was almost dawn. So even though the journey was very bumpy, she couldn't hold on any longer and felt sleepy.

Song Qingcheng raised her head slowly and swayed her body back and forth, and the mountains on her chest kept rubbing against Pei Huaizhi's arm as she moved.

Pei Huaizhi's breathing stagnated, and he had no choice but to slow down. He turned the person in his arms over and placed him behind his back, so that Song Qingcheng could lean on him, which would make her more comfortable.

However, after Song Qingcheng lay on top of Pei Huaizhi, he felt even more uncomfortable.

He had no choice but to squeeze his horse's belly and urge it forward. At the beginning of the 4th hour, he arrived at Yanzhou on the east-west road of Beijing and met up with the reinforcements brought by Shuqi.

Seeing Ren Shuqi, he rode forward quickly, "Sir!"

Pei Huaizhi raised his hand to stop him, and when he got off the horse, Song Qingcheng behind him was completely covered.

At this time, the clothes of the two were really messy, especially Song Qingcheng. Although she was wrapped in Pei Huaizhi's outer shirt, her fair white calves were hanging outside because she couldn't wrap it tightly.

Seeing this, Shuqi quickly ordered the soldiers to turn around, and he turned around as well.

Pei Huaizhi held the person horizontally in his arms, with Song Qingcheng's head completely covered by his coat, so at that moment, the soldiers could only see the imperial envoy holding a woman with part of her calves exposed, walking towards the carriage that had been prepared in advance.

Pei Huai passed by Shuqi and stopped in his tracks. "Give orders that what we saw today cannot be spread to others, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes!" Shuqi shouted with his fist clasped.

At the same time, Song Qingcheng had woken up. Under her coat, she could feel that there were many people around her. She thought they had already met up with the reinforcements.

Just as she was about to move, she felt Pei Huaizhi's arms tightened, probably reminding her not to move around as it concerned a woman's reputation, so she let Pei Huaizhi carry her directly into the carriage.

After getting on the carriage, Pei Huaizhi took off the coat covering her head. It was obvious that Song Qingcheng felt very stuffy in this hot summer.

She had to fan herself with her hands.

Pei Huaizhi sat on one side, took a small table and placed it next to her calf, wanting to lift up her shirt to see where she was injured.

Song Qingcheng was startled by Pei Huaizhi's natural behavior. Her legs shrank and came together.

"Sir, Third Master, this is not appropriate! This is a carriage."

Song Qingcheng was in a panic and her speech was incoherent. There were people outside.

Pei Huaizhi sat up straight, glanced at Song Qingcheng, whose face turned red due to embarrassment, and did not move. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed inappropriate now.

He sat on the small table, giving up most of the space, and said, "It's still about half a day's journey to Jeju. Lie down and rest for a while!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng shook her head. She had already slept for an hour, so how could she possibly fall asleep now?

*

We arrived at Jeju Prefecture at dusk without any rest along the way.

Originally, Pei Huaizhi planned to go all the way south along the official road without entering the city, but he unexpectedly encountered an assassin. Now he has to rest in Jeju Prefecture for a few days. There are still many doubts about the assassin that need to be dealt with, so it is not suitable for him to continue going south.

The governor of Jeju was a man who knew how to handle things. The courtyard he prepared for Pei Huaizhi was very elegant, and he also prepared a large room with everything he needed.

When away from home, a husband and wife are one, and there is no reason for them to separate.

As soon as he entered the room, a doctor came knocking on the door. Pei Huai asked for the necessary medicine and sent the doctor away. When it comes to medical skills, Pei Huaizhi can be said to be a master in the field of medicine.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng felt extremely uncomfortable all over, so she wanted to take the clothes she had prepared in advance to the next room to clean herself up. Unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi, who had taken the medicine, followed her all the way.

"Third Master, I want to take a bath"

Song Qingcheng asked doubtfully, "Sir, you are not going to fight for the first place in this matter, are you?"

"speak nicely?"

Pei Huaizhi replied.

Song Qingcheng: ""..."

Song Qingcheng: "How could I not speak well?"

Pei Huaizhi took her hand and walked into the bathroom, "Third Master, Sir, may I ask who I am, Madam?"

These titles sounded too official, and lacked the intimacy between husband and wife. He disliked them a little. He remembered his colleagues saying that loving couples have special nicknames for each other, but why was it completely different for him?

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi was being unreasonable at this moment and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Pei Huaizhi did not wait for Song Qingcheng's response, but he did not force her to change her address today. After all, there was still a long way to go.

"There's an injury on my leg that needs to be treated!"

Pei Huaizhi answered her last question.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng's face suddenly turned red, "No trouble, no trouble."

"It's really no trouble!" he replied.

That's not what she meant. When she wanted to explain, she was already dizzy and was taken to the brocade stool in the bathroom.

At this point, Song Qingcheng had no choice but to accept her fate and close her eyes.

Pei Huaizhi lifted up Song Qing's skirt, thinking that she was a delicate girl who would care about even a minor injury. However, he did not expect that her delicate, soft, thin and translucent skin had become bloody and was still oozing blood. This scene directly burned Pei Huaizhi's eyes.

He didn't ask her if it hurt or not. It was ultimately his fault as a husband for not taking good care of her. For a moment, he wanted to send her back to the capital.

"There won't be a next time" seems like a promise.

But Song Qingcheng was so shy that she didn't hear it at all.

Pei Huaizhi tried to clean the wound on Song Qingcheng's leg, but as soon as he touched the wound, Song Qingcheng shrank in pain.

She was considered strong among women, but at this moment she was in so much pain that her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Her legs were burning with pain, and several tears suddenly fell from Song Qingcheng's eyes. It was not because of grievance, but because of pain.

Pei Huaizhi, who was always calm, was a little flustered when he saw Song Qingcheng like this, and had to blow gently a few times.

There were still tears in Song Qingcheng's eyes, but she didn't show any signs of crying. She didn't care about being shy anymore. She bit her cherry lips lightly with her pearly teeth. She knew that only by taking medicine could she get better.

She said: "It's okay, just continue!"