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

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi frowned, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't raise his head, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Shuqi stopped and asked worriedly, "At first, my wife fell in love with you at first sight, otherwise she wouldn't have asked General Song to ask His Majesty for a marriage.

Now I don’t know why I’m so indifferent to you.”

As Shuqi spoke, he cautiously glanced at Pei Huaizhi's reaction.

Pei Huaizhi heard the indifferent words and paused with his pen. A drop of thick ink fell on the rice paper and stayed there for a long time before he returned to his normal state, picked up the paper again, and rearranged his official business in Jinling.

Shuqi shrank his neck and said nothing else, quietly serving the pen and ink.

Pei Huaizhi was eerily quiet.

The servant's words and actions told him that Song Qingcheng had no feelings for him.

Pei Huaizhi stared at the letter in his hand with heavy eyes, handed it to Shuqi, and asked him to send it back to Jinling.

Finally, I don’t know what he thought of, but he suddenly sneered.

The eight sufferings in life are failure to obtain what one desires and separation from loved ones.

But I just want to ask for it.

*

Song Qingcheng woke up, had a simple dinner, and went back to sleep until the early morning of the next day.

"Girl, please don't drink anymore."

Dongmei saw that the person had woken up and helped her wash up and said.

"what happened?"

Song Qingcheng looked at Dongmei behind her through the bronze mirror, "Did I hit someone?"

“That’s not the case!”

"Then why do you all look so bitter?"

"Because, although the young lady didn't hit anyone?" Then, when she saw the nanny coming in, she shut up at the right time. After the nanny left, she whispered, "Young lady, have you gotten into trouble again?"

Seeing the maid hiding her feelings, Song Qingcheng said in confusion, "How did I get into trouble? What trouble did I get into?"

"The girl was caught drinking by her brother-in-law again!"

Song Qingcheng raised her beautiful eyebrows and recalled what happened last night. How come she didn't know that she had met Pei Huaizhi before!

She did remember the drinking incident, but she had no recollection of what happened after she was drunk.

Don't know what's wrong with this.

"Did I say something, or did I do something?"

Song Qingcheng asked.

"You said you wanted to divorce your uncle and find a good one."

"You also said that you don't even care about the Prime Minister's wife!"

"..."

Song Qingcheng raised her eyebrows, this was what she really thought.

"so what?"

"My dear girl, you don't know what you are saying. It just so happens that my uncle is outside. He heard all the nonsense you said!"

"My uncle must be angry!"

This was something Song Qingcheng had not expected, but since she had said it, she was not afraid of others knowing it, let alone Pei Huaizhi knowing it.

This isn't the first time I've been born as a human being, so who's going to spoil whom anyway?

It doesn't matter.

Compared to the maids' worries, Song Qingcheng was very open-minded.

The nanny came in and was thinking about how to make the young couple closer.

So as soon as she entered the door of Chunhe Hall, she said to Song Qingcheng, "Miss, didn't you promise me to embroider a red envelope for me?"

If the nanny hadn’t mentioned it, Song Qingcheng would have forgotten about it.

"Mammy, you know it's a pity to ask me to draw the patterns. I'm really not good enough as a female worker."

"In my opinion, as long as the girl has the intention, then it is right. What does it matter whether the thing is good or not?"

In short, the nanny was determined to make the relationship between the young couple closer during Pei Huaizhi's stay in the capital.

So she spared no effort to lobby Song Qingcheng, insisting that she let Pei Huaizhi do something.

Song Qingcheng didn't want to dwell on this issue too much, so she nodded.

The nanny clapped her hands happily, "Girl, you are right!"

Song Qingcheng curled the corners of her mouth.

*

In the next few days, Pei Huaizhi did not return to Chunhetang, which made the nanny very anxious.

Taking advantage of the gap, he urged Song Qingcheng to show her purse, and he showed it himself.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to suggest a new plan.

It took about four or five times in a row.

Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum!

Song Qingcheng held up the four looks and showed them to everyone in Chunhe Hall.

"What do these four look like?"

Although Song Qingcheng was born in a general's family, the Song family did not neglect the education of girls.

Therefore, Song Qingcheng is also the best among the ladies in the capital in terms of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are excellent.

"I think this painting of bamboo is vigorous and upright, which is quite suitable for Pei Huaizhi!"

Dongmei and the others saw it and thought it was very suitable for their brother-in-law's vigorous and calm temperament.

Xia Yu looked at it and shook his head.

Dongmei and Qiuyue looked at her and asked, "Isn't this Xiuzhu good?"

"The girl's painting is naturally good, but since it is a personal gift to my son-in-law, why not show some auspicious things, like the mandarin ducks playing in the water and the fish playing on the lotus leaves..."

Song Qingcheng thought about Pei Huaizhi's appearance under the clear breeze and bright moon, and also thought about the mandarin ducks playing in the water and the fish playing on the lotus leaves.

The temperaments of the two really don't match.

She also couldn't imagine what it felt like for Pei Huaizhi, a young and promising minister, to use such a sachet.

But it seems not bad.

Song Qingcheng fantasized in her mind about what it would look like when Pei Huaizhi got it, and she actually felt a little bit of evil interest.

“It’s appropriate.”

Song Qingcheng said.

Didn’t this person always say that vulgarity is elegance? As he said this, he painted a vivid picture of a fish playing on lotus leaves.

But she felt that she was the fish and Pei Huaizhi was the lotus leaf.

She did what she said and immediately ordered Dongmei to get silk thread and brocade.

When the nanny saw that Song Qingcheng finally listened to her words, her face was full of smiles.

I think I have understood her good intentions.

Song Qingcheng put all the materials together and made everything clear.

But how to put it together is a bit difficult.

The embroidery needle is too thin, and it is a bit difficult to manipulate.

But Song Qingcheng became interested. After working on it for a whole afternoon, everyone watched as Song Qingcheng finally made a lotus.

"It's quite similar, isn't it?"

Song Qingcheng showed everyone the lotus leaves she embroidered.

When everyone saw the lotus leaf that looked like a grass leaf, they couldn't bear to hit it.

Everyone said, "They look quite similar! The girl is really gifted."

Song Qingcheng picked up the embroidery piece in her hand and looked around.

She knew that everyone was trying to coax her.

At night, a bighead carp jumped onto the embroidery piece.

Although there is no embroidery at all, it still has a strange and cute look.

It took two days for Song Qingcheng to finally embroider the purse with a fathead fish playing on lotus leaves stitch by stitch.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi used to go back to Chunhetang frequently, but in the past four or five days, he has not been back for even a single day.

If the people from Chunhetang hadn't asked, she would have thought that Pei Huaizhi had returned to Jinling.

Nanny persuaded Song Qingcheng to personally deliver the embroidered brocade bag to Pei Huaizhi. Song Qingcheng sent someone to the study to see if Pei Huaizhi was there.

After a while, the maid came back and reported that Pei Huaizhi had not returned yet.

Song Qingcheng spread her hands. It seemed that if she wanted to send something, she would have to wait for the other person's time.

After noon, the maid came to Chunhe Hall again and said that Pei Huaizhi had returned.

But Song Qingcheng no longer wanted to send it off.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi had just returned from the government office. During these days, all the land accounts in Jinling had been sent back to the capital.

Pei Huaizhi, as the official in charge, had been busy for several nights, but his wife knew nothing about it.

She didn't think it was a big deal when she was busy with official duties, but when she returned to the yard, her thoughts could not help but be carried away by the women of Chunhetang.

Pei Huaizhi stepped into the courtyard, and the gentle protective color he had when he was dealing with people in the court faded from his handsome face.

Inadvertently, a hint of coldness and hidden repressed gloom was revealed.

The long-time attendant Shuqi followed behind him and clearly felt that the aura around his master was a little cold, which was accompanied by the cold winter wind and made people shudder.

There is only one person who can influence Pei Huaizhi like this.

The master and servant arrived at the study. The servant on duty at the door came forward and reported that the maid from Chunhe Hall had come twice to inquire about Pei Huaizhi's whereabouts.

Hearing this, Shuqi's eyes lit up without waiting for Pei Huaizhi to say anything. This was the first time for a young lady to get into a sedan chair.

There is no one else in Chunhe Hall except Song Qingcheng.

Not only Shuqi was surprised, Jiulian Pei Huaizhi's figure was also lifted when he stepped into the study. His brows seemed to melt like winter snow, and the hidden depression in his body suddenly disappeared by seven or eight points, as if a sudden rain had just stopped.

There was a hint of unknown emotion in the normally gentle voice.

"Did Chunhetang tell you what happened?"

The servant on duty shook his head and said, "The maid didn't tell me the details, she just said that the young lady wanted to see you for something."

Pei Huai had already stepped one foot into the study but suddenly stopped.

After some struggle, he turned around and headed directly towards Chunhetang.

Shuqi touched his nose. He was not surprised at all. After all, this young lady was the white moonlight of the adults in their childhood, and now she has become the cinnabar mole in their hearts.

It can't be given up no matter what.

Chunhe Hall and the study are not far from each other.

Pei Huaizhi's long legs took a few steps to the corridor of Chunhe Hall, and then he heard, "Put it away."

It was Song Qingcheng's sweet and tender voice.

The last Tantric Festival was about lanterns. Half a year has passed, and there are still people coveting his wife.

He wanted to see if there was another person who was ignorant of the current situation and was seeking death in the capital today!

Uncontrollable anger crept up to his brows, and he pushed the door open and walked in.

Before the maids of Chunhe Hall had time to inform everyone, Pei Huaizhi had already walked into the house.

I happened to see Song Qingcheng talking about an object that looked like a sachet.

Pei Huaizhi sneered, as expected, he didn't know who sent it.

You are in such a hurry to put it away because you are afraid that someone will find out.

At the same time, Song Qingcheng was just about to give the sachet to Dongmei and the others, asking them to help her put it away, when she suddenly heard a clanging sound at the door.

Hearing the voice, Song Qingcheng turned her head and looked carefully, and saw Pei Huaizhi with a gloomy face.

What is going on here?

Who pissed her off again!

Pei Huaizhi took two or three steps and walked to her side.

Hold the sachet that looks like a token of love at hand.

"Who gave it to you?"

The stitches on the hand were rough, and the pattern could only be understood but not described. The sachet irritated Pei Huaizhi's eyes!

"Oh, this ugly thing?"

Pei Huaizhi asked with interest.

"..."

No one in Chunhe Hall had ever seen Pei Huaizhi like this. In their impression, Pei Huaizhi was a cheerful and well-mannered person.

Song Qingcheng spent two nights making the sachet, but before she even gave it away, someone said it was an ugly thing. How could it be worth giving away?

The nanny noticed something was wrong and it seemed that the son-in-law had misunderstood.

The nanny said, "Sir, you misunderstood. This was not given to the girl by anyone. It was given to her by the girl."

Song Qingcheng's face turned pale because Pei Huaizhi told the truth. But anyway, without knowing the situation, he couldn't say it so bluntly.

So despised.

Who said that the gift is small but the friendship is great? Song Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable when she heard it.

Pei Huaizhi was stunned, "Is this a gift for him?"

Song Qingcheng stood up and took two steps, trying to take the sachet back from Pei Huaizhi and throw it to Dongmei, saying, "Since someone dislikes it so much, why not throw it away!"

She pulled the sachet from Pei Huaizhi's hand twice, but failed to pull it out.

She raised her eyes and looked at the tall man in front of her, "Here you go!"

Only then did he take the purse and throw it to the people around him.

"If it was given to me, why did you tell me about it before me?"

Song Qingcheng smiled. It was still her fault, and her tone was teasing.

"It is also necessary that Minister Pei give me a chance. I didn't expect that you, at such a young age, would not remember it well. You came here to accuse me right away."

Pei Huaizhi felt a little frustrated. First, why was he so impatient? This was completely contrary to his preparation when he was outside and took ten steps forward.

Second, he and Song Qingcheng always have trouble talking to each other.

The sachet was thrown back into Dongmei's hands, but she was in a dilemma. It was not right to throw it away, nor was it right not to throw it away.

Like a hot potato.

Pei Huaizhi was still the angry person before, but at this moment he changed his position instantly.

He had no choice but to take the sachet and pull Song Qingcheng into the inner room.

Pei Huaizhi lowered his eyes to look at her, his dark pupils were as quiet as the abyss.

“Everyone Get Out”

Everyone from Chunhetang filed out.

Pei Huaizhi brought the person into the inner room and comforted his wife who was a little angry.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have convicted someone without knowing the whole story."

Once again, it was beyond Song Qingcheng's expectations.

How come this guy apologized so quickly?

He who knows the current affairs is a hero!

Since the other party has apologized, it would be inappropriate for her to hold on to him and make herself look petty.

Besides, it’s not a big deal in principle.

"Accept Master Pei's apology!"

Song Qingcheng said, "It's okay, let's go out. If it gets out that you stay in the inner room in broad daylight, people will think that you, Lord Pei, can't live without women."

Before she could finish her words, Song Qingcheng wanted to walk out but was stopped by Pei Huaizhi.

Sitting on a small stool in the inner room, she said, "Tell me what kind of creature you are embroidering~"

He looked carefully at the purse in his hand... Even though he was a well-informed man, he couldn't figure out what it was.

Song Qingcheng suspected that Pei Huaizhi had poor eyesight. Although she was not a good girl, shouldn't he not understand such a clear pattern?

Pei Huaizhi smiled, "This is something new I encountered when I was out at sea. I've never seen it before!"