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

Song Qingcheng met Pei Huaizhi's increasingly deep phoenix eyes, and saw that his eyes were filled with strong desire.

This... person

Before Song Qingcheng could make any other moves, Pei Huaizhi had already suddenly turned over and landed on top of Song Qingcheng, looking down at her. The corners of his eyes seemed to be stained with a seductive red.

Seeing this, Song Qingcheng shuddered.

"You... aren't you studying Taoism? It's not good if your Taoism is not strong enough."

Song Qingcheng put her hands on Pei Huaizhi's chest, her voice trembling slightly. Although they had had physical intimacy in their previous life, it was still a bit embarrassing after being apart for so long, so Song Qingcheng had to use the excuse of practicing Taoism.

"Ha~!"

Pei Huaizhi smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I am studying Taoism just to strengthen my body, I am not a real Taoist, and..."

Pei Huaizhi smiled, lifted her thick seaweed-like hair, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Taoism emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang! Manman, you are so smart, I think you know that!"

As he said this, he kissed her neck.

The tense string in Song Qingcheng's mind suddenly broke into pieces. It seemed that she would have to confess everything tonight. She endured the numbness in her neck.

How did this man seduce her?

In short, she did not suffer any loss. After all, judging from Pei Huaizhi's appearance alone, there was no one else as handsome as him in Shangjing.

Since you can't escape, you might as well enjoy it.

Song Qingcheng raised her arms, her jet-black hair wrapped around her fair arms, making her as beautiful as a fairy.

Pei Huaizhi's breathing became heavier. He buried his head in her hair and took a deep breath of the intoxicating fragrance, which was addictive.

The clothes are half-covered, when the love is deep.

Song Qingcheng frowned, whimpered in pain, and then felt a warm current flowing through her.

Pei Huaizhi noticed that Song Qingcheng was not paying attention, and thought that she had suddenly changed her mind again. He raised his head reluctantly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, please stand up first."

Song Qingcheng said with a frown.

The arrow is already on the string, why not shoot it?

No matter what, Pei Huaizhi had no intention of letting Song Qingcheng off tonight.

"What happened?"

Pei Huaizhi's voice was dark and hoarse, with veins faintly bulging on his forehead. His arms restrained her slender body.

"Manman, please don't torture me anymore."

As he said this, he couldn't help but hug the person again.

"no!"

Song Qingcheng said with a red face.

"Not a thing?" Pei Huaizhi said while moving his hands.

"Pei Huaizhi!"

"Ok?"

"I'm having my period."

Now that the letter has arrived this month, it will no longer be convenient to do such a thing, and naturally I cannot let Pei Huai do whatever he wants.

"what?"

The youngest Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue in the dynasty asked this question with a bit of silliness for the first time.

Song Qingcheng pulled her arm back, pushed the stunned person in front of her, and then moved her body back.

"It's the girl, the one that comes every month, she's here!"

How could Pei Huaizhi not know what a woman's menstrual period was? He just didn't react for a moment.

He raised his eyes and met Song Qingcheng's gaze.

Song Qingcheng said firmly, "It's true!"

Pei Huaizhi felt as if he was hit by a huge thunderbolt. He even lifted the quilt and took a look in disbelief.

The stimulation of the plum blossoms made Pei Huaizhi's head swell even more, and his handsome face turned dark in an instant.

"Why today?"

Song Qingcheng had no answer to this question, because her menstruation has always been very regular, but it was delayed by a few days this month. What a coincidence!

It's not something she can decide, is it?

But this time Pei Huaizhi's reaction was really big.

Pei Huaizhi sat up dejectedly, and Song Qingcheng sat up with him.

In this backyard, most men avoid talking about this with women.

So Song Qingcheng said very considerately, "Sir, why don't you put it in the green gauze cabinet? Don't let this filth affect you."

In the dim light, the man in a white middle-length robe was as tall as a mountain, and his deep eyes actually showed some disappointment in Song Qingcheng as he stared at her.

"you......."

Can she be blamed for this?! She can't just fight bloody battles!

Pei Huaizhi was somewhat helpless, "Does it hurt?"

Song Qingcheng has a good physical condition, but she has always had dysmenorrhea, but it’s not a big deal.

Pei Huaizhi accepted his fate. At this point, he was certain that Song Qingcheng was sent by God to torture her.

He placed one of Song Qingcheng's wrists on his leg and placed two fingers on her pulse.

After pressing a few acupoints, Song Qingcheng actually felt that the cramps in her lower abdomen had disappeared.

Pei Huaizhi seemed to be still sulking. He ignored Song Qingcheng's momentary surprised look and shook the bell on the bedside.

Hearing the bell, the maid on night duty came in.

He thought she wanted water, but he didn't expect that it was his daughter's period. Seeing Pei Huaizhi's obvious displeasure, he knew that the matter would definitely not succeed.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for Song Qingcheng. The young couple were rarely together, so how could they ever conceive a child?

In the entire Chunhe Hall, everyone except Song Qingcheng hoped that she would get pregnant as soon as possible. After all, in this backyard, the son's status depends on the mother, and the mother's status depends on the son.

The maid first helped Song Qingcheng clean up.

Pei Huaizhi had already gone to another bathroom alone.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, she was a little tired, but Pei Huaizhi didn't know if he had fallen into the bathtub and was not coming out for a long time.

When Song Qingcheng was about to fall asleep, she felt a chill coming from her side, which made her unable to help but lean towards the inside.

In the middle of winter, this person actually took a cold shower!

Ignoring him, Song Qingcheng wrapped herself in the quilt and closed her eyes. After a while, she began to breathe evenly.

Pei Huaizhi's face turned blue with anger, but she was a carefree person. She turned over and looked at the person who was sleeping soundly. She gritted her teeth and calmed down for a long time before she didn't wake up the annoying little goblin.

*

next morning

Song Qingcheng woke up slowly, her thoughts returning to her senses. She didn't expect that she had a good sleep.

In the past, during my menstrual period, although the pain wasn’t so severe that I couldn’t sleep, I still couldn’t get a good night’s sleep.

Pei Huaizhi was no longer around. It was already bright in the day, and I thought Pei Huaizhi must have already gone into the palace.

Whenever Pei Huaizhi returned to the capital, he had to go to the palace to meet the emperor in accordance with the rules.

On the way out of the palace, he happened to meet King Yi.

King Yi seemed a little surprised to see Pei Huaizhi.

"Why is Minister Pei back?"

Pei Huaizhi couldn't give a good face to the man who coveted his wife. In addition, he didn't get a good rest last night and didn't want to pretend to be nice to him.

"Your Highness the Wing King!"

After saying hello, he wanted to leave.

But King Yi said, "Are you worried about the beauty?"

This is extremely rude!