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

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng felt a little happier. Wouldn't this make the situation much easier? It was impossible for her, a veteran in Go, to lose to a novice who didn't even know the rules.

"How do you play?" Pei Huaizhi asked with a smile.

Song Qingcheng simply explained the rules.

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi nodded, and became somewhat curious.

He said calmly, "The great way is simplicity! Return to the basics!"

After hearing this, Song Qingcheng suddenly felt puzzled. This dough man had never played before. She didn't know if it was too late to regret now.

Before she could regret it, Pei Huaizhi had already spoken, "Black and white, you go first or me?"

Now that she had said this, there was no way back. Of course, she didn't want to back down! She could only fight!

Song Qingcheng generously let Pei Huaizhi choose first.

Pei Huaizhi did not refuse and placed the black piece on the chessboard.

Then it was Song Qingcheng's turn to play again. After dozens of rounds, a hint of solemnity appeared on Song Qingcheng's pretty brows. She thought that there was no reason why she would lose to Pei Huaizhi in such a simple game of Go.

Seeing Song Qingcheng's serious look, Pei Huaizhi raised the corner of his lips almost imperceptibly. After all, the little girl couldn't hide her thoughts. Following the movement of his hand, Pei Huaizhi saw Song Qingcheng who was trying hard to hide her joy!

And Song Qingcheng who was secretly looking at her.

Because he did not forget to place the black pieces where they should not be.

"You lost, Master Pei!"

As Pei Huaizhi expected, when the black chess piece just fell, the white chess piece also fell on the chessboard, obviously landing on the ground together with the black chess piece. Then came Song Qingcheng's excited voice, and she looked at her with curved eyebrows, looking very confident and complacent.

Seeing her so innocent and naive appearance, he could understand why his father-in-law liked to lose the game of chess so much.

Pei Huaizhi said: "I didn't take the right side into consideration just now. Can we retreat and start over?"

"No regrets when you make a move!"

She was shocked to hear such shameless words from Pei Huaizhi, "How can this be!"

When she said this, her eyes, which were already as big as apricots, opened even wider and became rounder, like a mother protecting her child.

This scene should be very serious.'

However, her beautiful face actually had no lethality at all. Even Pei Huaizhi, who usually had no extra expression on his face, couldn't help but laugh softly.

Song Qingcheng looked up at Pei Huaizhi in confusion, her eyes full of doubt, as if asking, what are you laughing at.

"I really have no regrets about this move. I don't know if I can play another game."

Song Qingcheng rarely saw Pei Huaizhi asking for anything on his own initiative. Before this, she always thought that Pei Huaizhi had no desires or requests other than official duties.

She happily agreed to Pei Huaizhi's request. At the end of the game, Song Qingcheng could no longer suppress her smile, just because Pei Huaizhi had never beaten her in Go.

Pei Huaizhi was the top scholar back then, and now he is the Minister Pei. This past few times made her realize that Pei Huaizhi was not a god and there were things he was not good at.

Song Qingcheng was happy all day long.

Pei Huaizhi was happy to see the success and was very satisfied!

The next day.

When Song Qingcheng woke up, she looked at the Luohan bed on the opposite side as usual, and found that Pei Huaizhi was no longer there.

Xia He pushed the door open and walked in, taking the initiative to say, "Miss, the sky has cleared up, and the master has gone to the government office!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng nodded. So that's how it is. She was thinking that when she woke up in the morning, she didn't feel anything at all. It turned out that the sky was clear.

In the past few days, apart from the ethical matters between men and women, she had the illusion that she and Pei Huaizhi were a loving couple.

After breakfast, Song Qingcheng was no longer restrained, so she asked Xia He to move a chair and put it in the courtyard.

At first, Xia He was worried that Song Qingcheng would catch a cold again. After all, it was late autumn and the temperature was already much colder, so she didn't let her sit outside.

After Song Qingcheng's repeated assurances, Xia He finally compromised and exaggeratedly put a thick cloak on her, not forgetting to put on the hood for her.

Only then was she allowed to sit under Baoxia.

Although Pei Huaizhi had accompanied her a few days ago and would occasionally take her outside for a walk, he would only take her inside for a short while, so naturally she was not satisfied.

On this day, the sky finally cleared up. She had to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine to completely drive away the mildew and cold.

At the same time, the servant from Lianyi Garden came to report!

Madam Zhang is here!

Song Qingcheng asked Xia He in confusion, "Who is Madam Zhang?"

Xia He smiled and said, "That's your new best friend. Her husband's surname is Zhang!"

After hearing this, Song Qingcheng suddenly realized that it was Ruoruo!

"Go, please come in!"

Song Qingcheng said.

The servant left in response.

In a moment, the soft Wu dialect that could make one's bones soften was heard. If you ignore the sentence, "Oh my God! Manman, what's wrong with you!"

Before he finished speaking, the owner of the voice had already walked into the porch, took Song Qingcheng's hand, looked her up and down, and showed genuine concern.

Since someone had arrived, they could not sit in the porch, so Song Qingcheng took her hand and went into the house.

After they sat down, Meng Ruoxi asked, "What's wrong with you? I see you've lost weight. I asked you to play mahjong but you didn't come. I wanted to come to the mansion to see you but you didn't let me. Don't you consider me your friend?"

Although Meng Ruoxi is already married, she has a baby face and looks very lovable and cute. She is fair and chubby, like a fragrant and soft white dumpling.

Song Qingcheng gently pinched her snow-white face across the table, then pushed her favorite snacks in front of her and said, "I caught a cold, and I didn't let you come because I was afraid of making you sick."

Meng Ruoxi, who looked like a dumpling, said: "Since we are friends, we are naturally not afraid of this!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng smiled.

Meng Ruoxi was a person who could not keep secrets. They hadn't seen each other for half a month. When they met, she told Song Qingcheng everything without waiting for her to ask, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube!

Song Qingcheng liked her talking the most. Her expression was very vivid and lively, which was more interesting than the storytellers on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

It makes people laugh uncontrollably.

Especially the matter about Mrs. Crab Yan Cao, that lady Cao!

"But, speaking of which, I heard that your Lord Pei's cousin is also going to follow the Crown Prince to Nanjing. How is your relationship?"

Hearing this, what does "prince's husband" mean?

Song Qingcheng was confused!

"It seems that your Lord Pei's cousin has entered the East Palace!"

What was going on? When did Xie Wan Ning get involved with the prince, and she didn't even get a whim about it. Some time ago, Dong Mei wrote a thick stack of letters about everything that happened in the capital and sent them to her, but this matter was not mentioned in the letters.

"Ruoruo, how did you know?"

Song Qingcheng asked.