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

Song Qingcheng seemed to have returned to the first time she met Pei Huaizhi in her previous life. At that time, she was still young and the only girl in the family, so the General's Mansion did not restrict her much.

She was free all day long and lived a very happy life. If it weren't for that one glance that ruined her life, she might have lived a carefree life like this.

That day, it was a good season for grass and birds to fly, and her cousin asked her to go out for an outing. When they were tired from walking, they found a teahouse to rest.

My cousin was already married at that time. Seeing her leaning against the railing and looking out, I asked her if she knew what day it was.

She shook her head in confusion and asked her cousin what day it was.

The cousin rubbed his head and said, "Today is the day when the top three and second place in the imperial examinations are parading on horseback. It's so lively."

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng didn't take it to heart. She thought it was just some solar term.

She thought what was so interesting about seeing the number one scholar parading through the streets, so she leaned on the balcony out of boredom and looked at the spring scenery in the capital.

The fresh green is everywhere in Shangjing, which brings some liveliness to the solemn city of Shangjing and makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Sure enough, soon more and more people gathered on both sides of the street, all crowded on both sides, probably wanting to see the style of the top scholar with their own eyes.

However, most of them are women.

The entire Qinglong Street was bustling with people and cars. Song Qingcheng was a little puzzled and asked her cousin, "Are all these people here to see the number one scholar?"

"Isn't it? Some of them are here to choose a son-in-law."

Song Qingcheng curled her lips and said, "What's so good about this number one scholar?"

However, this also successfully aroused Song Qingcheng's curiosity.

She followed the crowd's gaze and looked towards the end of Qinglong Street. The top scholar and the third place scholar must have come in from there.

"Manman, have you ever thought about what kind of man you want to marry in the future?"

My cousin touched his head and asked.

Song Qingcheng turned her head and said with a sweet smile, "Of course, my love is the most important. It would be best if I were as loyal as daddy. It would be great if we could be together for the rest of our lives."

Hearing this, my cousin smiled and said, "You are still too young. How many couples like you and your aunt are there in this world? Which man in this world doesn't have three wives and four concubines? Your brother-in-law and I have a deep relationship and we can be considered childhood sweethearts, but doesn't he have several concubines in his mansion?"

Song Qingcheng shook her head. "Then I just ask for a lifelong companionship. Otherwise, I would rather not have the status of mistress of the house."

"Little fool!"

My cousin scolded her a little.

When she said this, Song Qingcheng's eyes were shining brightly, full of the innocence of a young girl. She had never thought that the word love was the most hurtful, so it would be better to keep her heart and pursue something real.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand at that time, and by the time she understood, the situation had changed.

Later she understood that the world is unfair. The husband is the head of the wife. The world imposes more shackles on women than on men. Moreover, the daughters of aristocratic families are somewhat different from the daughters of ordinary people. Most of the daughters of aristocratic families are accustomed to the means of house fighting. As long as they do not seek the heart of one person, but only ask to never give up their identity, it is the safest thing to do.

Therefore, after her rebirth, Song Qingcheng only wanted the identity of the Prime Minister's wife. Of course, if Pei Huaizhi needed her, she would spare no effort to support him.

This is a story for later.

Having said that, the Song Qingcheng in the dream is still the Song Qingcheng before she experienced all the vicissitudes of life. At this age, she is carefree and full of longing for love between men and women.

My cousin didn't say anything. She felt that Song Qingcheng was still young and it was too early to talk about marriage.

Song Qingcheng seemed to be the apple of the eye of the entire General's Mansion. Even if she had reached the marriageable age, she might have to stay for a few more years.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise throughout Qinglong Street, and Song Qingcheng looked in the direction of the sound.

At first glance, she saw the young man in brocade clothes riding a horse passing by. She was so stunned that she stood there in a daze.

What a magnificent scene it was! The high-spirited young man looked like an immortal banished from the human world, with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, fluttering clothes, and sitting high on a horse, making everything around him pale in comparison.

This top scholar is really good-looking.

The Song family members are all very good-looking. Her two elder brothers are already among the most handsome men, so Song Qingcheng grew up surrounded by handsome men. She is not surprised by good-looking men and is not easily moved by them.

But when she saw the young man on the tall horse, besides his outstanding appearance, what attracted her even more was his cold temperament, which made her think of the time when he was young, dressed in fine clothes and riding a fierce horse. He lived up to his youth and knew how to act. One day, the great roc rises like the phoenix and soars up to 90,000 miles.

Her little heart was pounding like a deer in her arms.

The spring breeze blows so fast that the horses gallop, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

My cousin beside me exclaimed in amazement, "This guy is the youngest top scholar in the imperial examination in our Great Wei. He is truly outstanding. After today, this top scholar will probably become the man that all the girls of marriageable age in Shangjing will secretly fall in love with."

After saying that, seeing that his cousin didn't move, he turned around and saw that the little girl was staring at the top scorer in the imperial examination in a daze.

"My Manman has also started to admire Ai, a girl"

Song Qingcheng said softly, "Cousin, I think I've seen this young man somewhere before. What's his name?"

"Pfft!"

Song Qingcheng's cousin covered her face with a handkerchief and smiled, "My little Manman, you are probably stupid." But she still replied, "I remember that the first place winner of the gold exam was named Pei Huaizhi."

"Surname Pei, from the Duke's Mansion?"

"Ah."

But she also knew that the two sons of the Duke's Mansion were not very talented, so she asked in confusion, "When did the Duke's Mansion produce such a handsome and unique young man?"

My cousin said, "I heard that this number one scholar was born in the third year of his father's reign and was not raised in the capital since he was young."

"Oh?"

Song Qingcheng raised his eyebrows. He had also heard of the Peiguo Mansion. However, the Mansion did not have any real power now, and if you really counted it, it could not even reach the threshold of a true aristocratic family.

As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will be moved.

Duke Pei has no ambition and no talent for governing the country. Although his first two sons are not cowards, they have made no achievements in their official careers. How could he give birth to someone like Pei Huaizhi?

Maybe outliers are just outliers.

Song Qingcheng thought so and did not take her gaze away.

When the young man in brocade clothes passed by the downstairs of the teahouse, he seemed to notice her gaze and raised his head to look at her with a smile.

As their eyes met, Song Qingcheng felt her heart skip a beat.

"Bang!"