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

Shuqi nodded, "Isn't that right?"

Pei Huaizhi sneered, "Then you should go and lead the ten feet first!"

Shuqi immediately cried, "Ah, sir, please go around me."

Pei Huaizhi: "Then what do you think she means?"

"ah! "

Shuqi scratched his head. He didn't dare to say anything. He was annoyed at why he didn't ask whether anything strange happened in Shangjing Chunhetang. Now he didn't know what it was all about.

"Get out of here!"

Pei Huaizhi was too lazy to talk to Shuqi and just put the envelope in his arms.

Fortunately, I will rush back to Beijing the next day, and then I will know the reason.

So, Pei Huaizhi sat behind the long table all night without raising his head, until the sky in the east began to turn pale. Then he raised his body, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and pinched his eyebrows with his fingers.

Through the dim light of the morning, one can see a light blue shadow under the long black eyelashes, which makes the person look even more desolate and unruly.

"Tuk-tuk..."

There was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of the attendant, "Sir, wash up, it's time for breakfast!"

As he had to set off back to Shangjing this morning, Pei Huaizhi simply washed up and had breakfast, then went to the government office to explain everything, and then rode back to Shangjing at full speed.

*

Shangjing, Chunhetang.

Since the beginning of winter, Song Qingcheng has been staying in the rear most of the time. Occasionally, Nan Shengsheng and her cousin would come for a walk or look at the account books.

However, because she was really hurt by the canned herring, she had a little appetite but always felt dizzy, so everyone in Chunhetang asked her to have a good rest. Then Song Qingcheng stayed in Chunhetang for several days and felt that her bones were about to become soft. Song Qingcheng thought that if she didn't go out for some fresh air, she might get sick.

The last time I went to Wanzhao Temple, I didn’t find the mysterious little monk. Because I was too busy, I let the matter go.

Song Qingcheng took a look at the weather outside, then asked people to harness the horses and go to Wanzhao Temple again.

Dongmei and the others also felt that today was a rare day of good weather. There was a large plum blossom forest at Wanzhao Temple, and now was probably the time when the flowers were in full bloom, so it was a good time to enjoy the plum blossoms.

Song Qingcheng's nanny did not stop her and let Song Qingcheng go out for some fresh air. It was almost the end of the year and Wanzhao Temple was quite lively.

The group went to Wanzhao Temple happily.

The wheels were rolling on the road, and we finally arrived at Wanzhao Temple after an hour and a half.

As expected, as the year draws to a close, the Wanzhao Temple becomes more popular.

Song Qingcheng first went to the main hall and burned incense reverently. She didn't believe it before, but seeing this living example, she had no choice but to believe it.

After coming out of the main hall, she took Dongmei and the others to tour the entire Wanzhao Temple.

"Girl, what are you looking for?"

Chunyu followed Song Qingcheng's gaze and looked into the distance and asked.

"fine!"

Could it be that the little monk disappeared out of thin air?

At this moment, a vague voice suddenly came from behind, "Amitabha, is Donor Song looking for me?"

The sudden words behind them scared Song Qingcheng and her servant so much that they turned around and looked behind them.

It was indeed the little monk that Song Qingcheng met for the first time.

"Amitabha, little monk"

Song Qingcheng looked at the young monk, adjusted her mood and greeted him.

"Donor, how are you?"

The young monk asked with his hands clasped together.

"I'm still a little uncomfortable," Song Qingcheng said truthfully.

The young monk was a little surprised to see Song Qingcheng like this.

Song Qingcheng then asked, "Master, may I have a word with you?" People passed by from time to time, so it was impossible to ask.

"Donor Song, please."

Song Qingcheng said to Dongmei and the others, "You wait for me here." After that, she went to the wintersweet forest with the little monk.

The wintersweet garden is in full bloom, and the sight of prosperity makes people feel that life is so good. You can smell the flowers and enjoy their fragrance.

After passing a plum forest, there is a thatched cottage at the end of the path.

No wonder she didn’t find him the last time. There must be a formation in this wintersweet forest. Without someone leading the way, it would be impossible to get in.

"Donor Song, aren't you afraid?" The little monk, who was half a step taller than Song Qingcheng, suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng was stunned at first before she understood what he meant.

“I never had the slightest fear.”

Song Qingcheng said that this was not because she was being polite, but rather a subconscious feeling, and she couldn't explain the reason.

When they arrived at the small hut, the young monk boiled water on a small red clay stove.

There are wintersweet flowers in full bloom outside, and it is a special pleasure to brew tea around the stove.

"Master, what is your Dharma name?" Song Qingcheng asked politely. She was thinking that she couldn't just call him "Little Novice Monk".

"I think 'little novice monk' is a good title." Nian Jing placed two cups of refreshing tea on the small sandalwood table in front of Song Qingcheng who was delivering the flag.

"Thank you, Master!"

Nian Jing felt a little uncomfortable when he heard him call her "master" over and over again.

"Amitabha, I will chant the mirror."

Song Qingcheng nodded slightly, and then looked at Nian Jing carefully. On the way here just now, Nian Jing had asked her if she was not afraid, and what if he was a bad guy.

Song Qingcheng finally found the answer now. The person in front of her had a pair of eyes that were clear and untainted by the world. Looking closely, one could see that he had a compassionate heart.

Although he didn't look very old, otherwise she wouldn't have called him little monk at the beginning.

Song Qingcheng took a sip of the tea. It had a hint of plum blossom fragrance and a slightly bitter taste, but it was rare and delicious.

She finished her drink and asked, "Can I have another drink?"

"Of course," Nian Kong said in a gentle voice.

Song Qingcheng's hand that was about to pick up the teacup suddenly paused, and something suddenly came to her mind.

Nian Jing! She repeated it several times in her mind. What was the name of the abbot of Wanzhao Temple? Was he Nian Jing?

After the memory fragments were successfully connected, Song Qingcheng's hands trembled. Who could have thought that the abbot of such a huge Wanzhao Temple was so young.

He looks like a young man who has just come of age.

"Abbot Nian Jing, I have some questions. I wonder if you could answer them. I would be very grateful."

Song Qingcheng didn't say anything because she knew that Abbot Nian Jing knew about all the bizarre things that happened to her.

"Song Qingcheng is so smart, she must have understood what I said that day."

Nian Jing said gently.

The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it, so it must be Pei Huaizhi. Even if he lives again, he still cannot escape the entanglement of fate.

"Is there no other way?" She covered her chest, now and then she would feel a needle-like pain. This kind of discomfort only appeared after she returned to Beijing.