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

Song Qingcheng saw that Pei Huaizhi was asking seriously, and the vague expectation in his dark eyes was very familiar to her, because just as she voluntarily cut off her wings in her previous life and was willing to stay in the backyard and look at his back again and again after he left, she thought he must have the same look in his eyes.

There was a sudden pain in my heart, which was fleeting, like the feeling of a soul-separation syndrome, but the pain was not as long-lasting as that of a soul-separation syndrome.

The room was so quiet, so quiet that one could hear each other's heartbeats.

In the end, she did not return to Pei Huaizhi, because the Pei Huaizhi in this life was very different from the Pei Huaizhi in the previous life. The Pei Huaizhi in the previous life only had eyes for the outside world, but since her rebirth, she has seen everything Pei Huaizhi did. She didn't know where the problem lay. Perhaps she had been married to Pei Huai for more than ten years in her previous life and had never understood him, but she was not yet ready to heal the scars and forget the pain.

However, Pei Huaizhi's words did remind her that since it involved the entire Song Mansion, she should also warn herself to get along well with Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi put down his chopsticks and saw the person in front of him lowering his head to eat, so he didn't continue asking.

In this way, Song Qingcheng accidentally ate too much, or to be exact, she felt so full that her stomach hurt.

"What's wrong?" Pei Huaizhi noticed that something was wrong with him.

"I'm so full!" Song Qingcheng tossed and turned on the bed.

"Hey~"

Pei Huaizhi sighed, seeming a little helpless, walked forward and put his hand on Song Qingcheng's wrist.

As expected, I had a food stagnation.

"Are you a child?"

Pei Huaizhi asked calmly.

Seeing that the person was indeed feeling uncomfortable, he did not blame her. He took Song Qingcheng's hand and cleared the spleen and stomach on the radial side of the thumb, from the transverse wrist crease to the fingertips, and cleared outwards.

Pei Huaizhi used a lot of force when massaging her palm!

"Ah... it hurts... Minister Pei, can't you be gentler? It really hurts!"

Song Qingcheng curled up and looked at Pei Huaizhi sadly.

"If it doesn't hurt, how can I get rid of the stagnation? Will you remember this lesson in the future?"

There was a burst of babbling sounds in the room for a while, and it was quiet after half an hour.

Pei Huaizhi asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Song Qingcheng had fallen asleep again comfortably. Seeing that the person had closed his eyes and did not respond, she realized that he was asleep, so she also went to the bed and held him in her arms.

Outside the house, the maid who was on night watch blushed instantly when she heard the noise!

The next morning, a ray of sunlight slanted in from the east.

There was a rustling noise inside the house.

The maids had been waiting outside the house for a long time. They heard the noise but did not come in.

Song Qingcheng opened her eyes early in the morning and found that the sky was bright. Pei Huaizhi was no longer beside her pillow. He must have gone to the palace. The candle had burned out and even the remaining warmth beside her was gone, as if he had never been there.

Glancing towards the corner of the bed, she saw the blood-stained handkerchief still quietly beside the pillow, as if unwillingly revealing to her the owner's state of mind. It was shocking, black and red. After she dealt with the handkerchief, she got up from the bed and was in a daze for a while.

The nanny asked someone to prepare all the necessary toiletries and waited outside the room.

Until a voice came from inside the house, "Mammy, what time is it now?"

Before the nanny came back, Madam Song came in, pushed the door open, and said, "It's already noon!"

Everyone had a smile on their face, especially the little maids who were serving, who had shy smiles on their faces.

"The master said that you slept late last night, so you should sleep a little longer." said the nanny.

What are you shy about?

Song Qingcheng didn't understand what was going on for a moment, but when she saw the ambiguous looks from the people around her, she finally realized that they might have misunderstood her.

"Mother!"

Song Qingcheng greeted him and then asked, "When did Minister Pei leave?"

Madam Song touched her daughter's forehead and asked, "How can you call Minister Pei?"

Song Qingcheng let the maids comb her hair and asked through the bronze mirror, "What do you call it?"

"Why does your mother need to teach you what to call me? Anyway, it's better to call me by the name between husband and wife. That way it seems more intimate."

"Don't you also call daddy General Song? I think it's quite intimate."

Song Qingcheng said with a smile.

Madam Song pretended to be angry and said, "You are so sharp-tongued. Fortunately, Huaizhi has a good temper and treats people kindly!"

Pei Huai’s gentleness?

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng burst out laughing. Are all mothers-in-law in the world like this? The more they look at their sons-in-law, the more satisfied they become.

No one among the officials and aristocratic families in Jinling would dare to say that Pei Huaizhi has a gentle personality.

How could someone who dares to venture into dangerous places have anything to do with Wen Liang? But my mother felt that Wen Liang was Wen Liang.

Later, the nanny said that Pei Huai went to court at 11 a.m.

According to the rules set by the ancestors of the Great Wei Dynasty, the first and fifteenth day of every month are grand court meetings, and all civil and military officials will attend court at the hour of Yin. Since yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Emperor of Wei issued an edict to take a day off and postponed the grand court meeting to today.

Song Qingcheng changed her clothes, washed her face, and finished her hair. Since it was her meal in the middle of the night, she was not hungry at the moment and only had some light porridge and rice.

He then chatted with Mrs. Song.

Speaking of Jinling, Song Qingcheng did not mention her assassination. It was a thing that had already happened and it would be pointless to talk about it again. Moreover, the news that was passed back to the capital was that it was Pei Huaizhi who was assassinated, not her.

Madam Song asked Song Qingcheng to be nice to Pei Huaizhi. Now it seems that Pei Huaizhi was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue at a young age and was also a favorite of the emperor. However, there were various forces in the court, and no one knew how many hidden arrows were hidden.

Mrs. Song finally said worriedly, "Son, the road ahead will not be easy. The couple must be of one mind."

After all, as an experienced person, how could Mrs. Song not see the rift between Song Qingcheng and Pei Huaizhi.

Mrs. Song quietly approached Song Qingcheng and said, "You have been married for more than half a year, why is there still no movement?" As she spoke, she looked at Song Qingcheng's belly worriedly.

One thing that any couple who has been married for a long time cannot avoid is the need for childbirth!

But how can we avoid inducing labor once and for all? After all, now is not the time to have a baby.

Mrs. Song thought about it, considering her daughter's lack of enthusiasm for her son-in-law. "Son, tell me if Huaizhi is having problems... or has a hidden illness, or if it's you, son?"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said pitifully, "Mom, please don't tell anyone. This man values ​​face the most, and this is a matter related to his dignity."

Mrs. Song understood and said several words, "So that's it, so that's it." She patted Song Qingcheng's hand again, "Son, don't quarrel with Huaizhi because of this. The heir is a matter of fate, and you are still young, you will always find a way!"

Mrs. Song comforted her.

Song Qingcheng held back her laughter and nodded.