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

Both the master and the servant were startled by the sudden appearance of the black shadow. The incident happened suddenly and no one expected such a thing to happen. They were panicked for a moment and waited for a few breaths before they came to their senses in a panic.

"Ah! Where did this lecher come from?"

Xia He stamped her feet anxiously, and while shouting at Wu Songsongsong to go get the things, she was about to step forward to pull the people away.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a few breaths, her whole body was shocked, then she suddenly pulled out the silver hairpin, gathered all her strength, and wanted to stab the man in the back.

I thought to myself, how dare you tease me!

"Well, it's me!"

A familiar voice nailed Song Qingcheng's hand in mid-air.

Pei Huaizhi!

Song Qingcheng sensed that something was wrong with him.

At this time, Wu Songsong also rushed over from the side. Seeing this, his heart trembled, and he drew his sword and attacked without thinking.

At the moment when the knife fell, Song Qingcheng turned around. Wu Songsong saw the man's face clearly and hurriedly stopped his move.

grown ups!

What kind of person is this? Where is that kid Shuqi?

Everything happened so fast that no one had time to think. It was just a little too much to bear to watch seeing their master gnawing on the young mistress' neck like a hungry wolf.

It stands to reason that one should not look at what is inappropriate, but it is obvious that the adult has fallen into the trap!

Song Qingcheng restrained her expression and patted Pei Huai on the back. This man was born in the year of the dog. "Let go of your mouth and go in first!" He did not respond when he saw someone.

She looked at Wu Songsong again and said, "Help him inside first."

After hearing the order, Wu Songsong stepped forward and prepared to take the person away, but he couldn't pull the person off Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng clearly felt that although Pei Huaizhi was trying his best to restrain himself, his body seemed out of control.

Song Qingcheng said helplessly and sternly: "Knock him out!"

"Ah!" Wu Songsong widened his eyes.

Seeing this, people passing by cast their eyes over here, which inevitably attracted more attention.

"Stop dawdling!"

Song Qingcheng said again.

Wu Songsong also knew that he could not continue to fight, so he used his hand as a blade and chopped Pei Huaizhi's neck.

Pei Huaizhi finally relaxed and let go of Song Qingcheng. Wu Songsong took over and helped her to the room on the second floor.

Song Qingcheng followed him upstairs and raised her hand to touch her neck. She felt a dizzy sensation and looked at her fingers. There were traces of blood on her hands and her skin was broken.

The shopkeeper saw a few people helping a strange man to the second floor, and then looked at the boss following behind him. He thought that this person was the one who delivered the lantern, so it was a good thing that he didn't give the lantern away.

He shook his head and said with the tone of an experienced person, "I'm afraid they are a pair of bickering lovers!"

*

At the end of the corridor on the second floor is Song Qingcheng's room with Hua Xiangrong.

Wu Songsong settled the people down.

Pei Huaizhi, lying on the bed, frowned, his face flushed abnormally, and cold sweat oozed from his temples.

Song Qingcheng put her hand on Pei Huaizhi's forehead, it was hot as fire!

This is a bad plan, it looks like...

She had no choice but to ask someone to get a basin of cold water, and then asked Wu Songsong to call a doctor. Song Qingcheng kept changing the ice towel for the person in the bed.

After a stick of incense, Wu Songsong invited the doctor.

When the white-bearded doctor came closer, Song Qingcheng quickly stepped aside and said nervously, "Please, doctor, take a look at my master."

The doctor was old and his movements were a little slow. He walked to the bedside and placed his hand on Pei Huaizhi's wrist with trembling hands.

Seeing this, Song Qingcheng wondered if this doctor could do the job.

After a moment, the white-bearded doctor breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack up his medicine box, but did not write any prescription.

Seeing this, Song Qingcheng asked: "Doctor, this...doesn't require a prescription?"

The white-bearded old man stroked his goatee and said, "This young man is not sick, but has been poisoned by a kind of aphrodisiac from the Western Regions. As long as we find a medicine to detoxify the poison, there will be no problem. But there is no time to delay. We must wake him up and detoxify him as soon as possible, otherwise his life may be in danger. Oh, by the way, it is okay not to wake him up, as long as one party takes the initiative." After saying that, he glanced at Song Qingcheng, and his meaning was obvious.

The room suddenly became eerily quiet.

Song Qingcheng stepped forward and said, "There is no antidote!"

The white-bearded doctor shook his head and replied: "This method is the quickest way!"

"No, no!"

Song Qingcheng waved her hands repeatedly, "You think of a solution!"

The white-bearded doctor said, "It's not that I have to think of a solution, but this medicine is specially prepared by people from the Western Regions, and the medicine used is different for different people. It is not an ordinary love powder. Even if all the doctors in Jinling City are invited now, they will not be able to prepare an antidote in a short time."

It can be said that, except for that one method, there is no other solution.

Song Qingcheng glanced at the person lying on the bed, lowered her head and rubbed her eyebrows with her fingers, as if thinking of a solution.

Wu Songsong sent the doctor out, walked to the door, and pulled the blushing Xia He out with him.

"My Lord, please excuse me, Madam!" After saying this, she closed the door considerately.

At this moment, Shuqi ran up from downstairs with an anxious look on his face, "See the adults, I'm afraid..."

Wu Songsong covered the man's mouth with one hand and pulled him downstairs.

Shuqi: "What are you doing? Do you know that the adults may be in danger?"

Wu Songsong pointed in the direction of the upstairs, briefly recounted what had just happened, and sent the doctor away.

Hearing this, Shuqi sat down on the stool, but he was still worried. He murmured, "I don't know if this young lady is willing to help the master detoxify."

Wu Songsong sent someone back, "What?"

"Nothing!" Shuqi looked towards the end of the second floor.

At the same time, Song Qingcheng laughed angrily. What was going on?

She sat in front of the bed in a dilemma. Actually, there was a solution. It was not difficult to find a clean skinny horse in Jinling City. At worst, she could just take him in afterwards. She was afraid that skinny horse would be eager to climb into the bed of the imperial envoy.

Without further ado, Song Qingcheng stood up immediately and wanted to call someone to find a skinny horse from Jinling.

Just as he was about to stand up, a pair of hands grabbed his wrists, and then he heard a hoarse voice with desire: "Where do you want to go!"

Song Qingcheng turned around and saw that Pei Huaizhi had woken up. "Why did you wake up so soon?" she asked without thinking.

"I said where do you want to go?"

Pei Huaizhi's complexion was not very good at all. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were full of bloodshot, but more fierce and intimidating than usual.

"Of course, I'll find someone to save you!" Song Qingcheng said.

Pei Huaizhi was trying his best to restrain himself at this time. Seeing the red lips in front of him opening and closing, he couldn't help but pounce on her and ravage her fiercely.

"How do you want to save him?" Pei Huaizhi asked with his eyes lowered.

Song Qingcheng sighed, "Third Master, you've been poisoned by a charmer. I'll find you a skinny horse!" After saying this, a trace of guilt flashed through her mind for no reason.

Pei Huaizhi's cold eyes suddenly turned sinister.