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

In Lianyi Garden, Song Qingcheng felt weak and sick because of the continuous summer rain in Jinling City in the past few days.

Song Qingcheng had just entered Jinling City, and it had rained a few times, but most of the time, it was drizzling. Soon it would be sunny. In addition, she was wearing the Mo Li bracelet given to her by Pei Huaizhi on her wrist, so her soul separation syndrome did not occur much.

But these few days, for some reason, Jinling started to have heavy rains two days ago, but fortunately there was no sign of thunder. This made Song Qingcheng feel much more at ease.

Although Song Qingcheng was not feeling any pain as if her soul was being torn out now, she still hid obediently in Ripple Garden.

Last time, after returning from the crab feast, the round-faced girl sitting next to her came to Ripple Garden very diligently. She got along well with her and they became close friends.

Originally, she had sent a visiting invitation these days, but because she was ill, she refused.

Just in case, Xia He covered all the windows in the house with curtains to prevent the heavy rain from suddenly turning into a thunderstorm.

Although it was daytime, the room was very dark because the curtains were drawn. Although the lights were on, the flickering candlelight did not give a warm feeling, but instead added a bit of gloom.

Xia He looked at Song Qingcheng's already fair face which looked even more bloodless and became extremely worried. At this moment, the Third Master was far away in Yuhang. In the past, in such weather, the Third Master would rush back to the mansion to be with the girl, maybe it was a coincidence. But now the Third Master was far away in Yuhang, what should she do?

Xia He was so anxious that she paced back and forth in the room. The girl had always been in good health before, and she didn't know how she got this disease.

"Xia He, stop spinning. You're making me more dizzy!"

Song Qingcheng said with a pale face.

Hearing this, Xia He hurriedly stopped and poured Song Qingcheng another glass of slightly cool water.

The slight coolness made Song Qingcheng's mind feel much clearer.

When Song Qingcheng started to feel unwell, Xia He wanted to call a doctor immediately, but was stopped by Song Qingcheng.

Others don't know, but Song Qingcheng knows for sure that her soul-separation disease cannot be cured by just seeing a doctor. If Pei Huaizhi can be useful, he will be the best doctor, but he still can't do anything, so he gave her his Soul-Calming Molision Bracelet.

Furthermore, she was also worried that if someone who knew about metaphysics happened to find out that she was a person who had died but was still alive, and her soul had been reborn,

Then she would probably become the target of public criticism.

She didn't know if it was her illusion. Even though the Mo Li bracelet had never been taken off and the blessings of peace and safety she prayed for at the Thousand Buddha Temple in Jeju Prefecture were always with her, even so, even though the heavy rain in the past few days was not accompanied by lightning and thunder, the pain in her heart was still more severe than when she first came to Jinling.

This feeling was very bad and gave her a bad feeling.

Suddenly I remembered the little monk who disappeared completely in front of Wanzhao Temple in Beijing after saying that the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

A myriad of thoughts filled her mind and she couldn't make sense of it for a moment, so she had to force herself to suppress this ominous feeling.

Don't be afraid of one thing, just be afraid of ten thousand things.

After all, it will pass if you hold on.

Xia He stood there helplessly, while Song Qingcheng lay on the Arhat bed with her eyes closed.

A "squeak" sound!

The door opened, letting in the cool autumn breeze and moisture from the heavy rain outside.

Song Qingcheng frowned and looked up. It was Pei Huaizhi in a green shirt. His long black hair was still dripping with moisture. His usual green shirt had turned a dark color, and it was obvious that his whole body was soaked.

Obviously he had just returned from Yuhang in the heavy rain.

When Pei Huaizhi saw the sickly Song Qingcheng, pale and lifeless, half lying on the bed like a broken doll, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if something had passed through his heart.

This had never happened before. Perhaps it was because he had been traveling in the rain and had not slept all night, so his body was a little exhausted. Pei Huaizhi did not think much about it.

It’s just that this rapid throbbing pain made him frown slightly, which seemed like impatience in the eyes of others.

With this frown, Song Qingcheng regained her composure from her previous surprise.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat wonderful, and only Xia He felt happy in her heart. After all, only the Third Master could cure the girl's heart disease.

Pei Huaizhi stepped forward, and Xia He tactfully left the room.

At this time, Wu Songsong, who had been ordered by Xia He to make a calming soup, came back with the medicine bowl. The recipe for this calming soup was still in the capital. When Song Qingcheng had her first attack, Pei Huaizhi prescribed this calming soup. Although it could not cure the disease completely, it could at least relieve some of the discomfort. That's why Wu Songsong was asked to make the soup.

Xia He took the medicine and placed it on the small coffee table next to the bed before walking out of the room, not forgetting to close the door.

"Sir, why did you come back? Fat Pigeon sent a message a few days ago saying that it would take until the end of the month to finish the work," Wu Songsong said puzzledly.

At the same time, only Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng were left in the room.

She didn't know if it was her illusion or a psychological effect, but when Pei Huaizhi just stepped into the room, her discomfort seemed to disappear a lot.

When he got closer, the uncomfortable feeling had been mostly gone, but Song Qingcheng saw that Pei Huaizhi was already soaked.

He said aloud, "Third Master, you'd better change these wet clothes first, so as not to catch a cold!"

Pei Huaizhi originally wanted to take Song Qingcheng's pulse first, but he felt that it was not convenient since he was wet, and he was also worried about passing the cold to her.

So he agreed and got up and went to the inner room. After about an incense stick of time, he changed into dry clothes and thought he had taken a shower and was ready.

Pei Huaizhi said, "Are you feeling better?"

Pei Huaizhi has discovered that as long as he is by Song Qingcheng's side, Song Qingcheng's soul-separation syndrome will cause less pain.

His master once mentioned to him that he was an extremely yang person, and his eight-son destiny was extremely strong. I wonder if it was because of this reason that he had such a miraculous effect on Song Qingcheng's soul-separation syndrome!

Song Qingcheng is certainly not a fool. It is definitely not a coincidence that Pei Huaizhi appears in front of her at this time. It is that Pei Huaizhi rushed back from Yuhang for her.

"Thank you, Master San."

"Um"

Pei Huaizhi said "yes" faintly, obviously admitting it...

"Put your hand out..."

Pei Huaizhi continued.

In fact, Song Qingcheng was not feeling very uncomfortable, but she had consumed too much energy at one time and could not recover immediately, so she looked sick and no longer as lively as before!

"Don't be afraid, let me take a look"

Pei Huaizhi's tone was indifferent, but it was filled with concern!

Song Chengcheng stretched out his hand, and Pei Huaizhi put two fingers on his wrist and frowned slightly.