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

This kind of discomfort used to only occur when there were lightning and thunder, or when the soul-separation syndrome flared up. But ever since he returned to the capital from Nanjing, he would always feel uncomfortable even without lightning and thunder.

She was a secular person, and she longed for such days, so the uncertainty made her feel a little uneasy, which was why she came to find the little monk that day.

Chanting in the mirror: "Amitabha............"

Song Qingcheng didn't feel disappointed. After all, this was beyond human power.

Who can explain her current situation?

"The bracelet on the girl's hand is really thoughtful." When Song Qingcheng raised her wrist, the Mo Li bracelet followed her slender wrist and emerged from her sleeve.

It happened to be seen by Nian Jing.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng looked at the bracelet Pei Huaizhi gave her.

On the surface, this bracelet looks like a simple plain ring, and even looks very ordinary and inconspicuous. It is so plain that no one would even take a second look at it, and it looks a bit shabby.

"The abbot also thinks that this bracelet..."

This bracelet has scriptures engraved inside, and because it is inside, few people will discover the scriptures.

Song Qingcheng turned her wrist, lowered her eyes to look at the white ring on her wrist, and then looked at the neatly engraved small characters of Buddhist scriptures on the white ring.

She recalled that in her previous life, when Pei Huaizhi left this plain bracelet to her, there were no small characters full of scriptures on it.

When did Pei Huaizhi carve it? She only remembered that after the most serious attack of soul-leaving syndrome, she found it on her hand when she woke up.

It must have taken a long time to carve this densely packed scripture.

Thinking of this, it is obvious that this scripture was not engraved by someone else, but Pei Huaizhi.

Song Qingcheng had mixed feelings... Complex emotions filled her mind, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in her facial features, and she felt numb.

Seeing this, Nian Jing held up the Buddhist beads and said, "As long as you keep this bracelet with you, your life will be less in danger."

Song Qingcheng exchanged a few more words with Nian Jing and then left the wintersweet garden alone.

After taking a few steps, Nian Jing's ethereal voice came from behind.

"Donor Song, self-salvation means saving yourself first before saving others, and saving yourself first before saving your heart. If heaven does not save you, you have to save yourself. Think open-mindedly, look open-mindedly, and let go. Those who are healed in the world are those who are willing to save themselves. People's sorrows and joys are not the same. There is no real empathy in the world. You know your own warmth and coldness, and you can save yourself from sorrow and joy. I hope you can live a happy life instead of feeling lucky."

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then felt grateful in her heart. She touched her wrist and said softly, "Thank you, Abbot. Qingcheng is very grateful."

Nian Jing shook his head, "I won't see you off, Mr. Song, please go by yourself."

Song Qingcheng nodded again to thank him and kept Abbot Nian Jing's words firmly in her heart, but she had not yet figured out the meaning of them.

I guess it was because Nian Jing activated the formation in advance that she was able to walk out of the wintersweet garden smoothly.

On the way, Song Qingcheng also went to the wintersweet garden to pick a plum blossom.

Back in the front yard of Wanzhao Temple, Chunyu and Dongmei were relieved to see Song Qingcheng finally coming back.

Then she stepped forward to greet her and said worriedly, "Miss, you are back. I must be worried about the maids."

Dongmei was also worried that something might happen to Song Qingcheng. After all, they didn't know whether the little monk was a good person or a bad person.

"I shouldn't have let the girl go alone. Fortunately, she is fine. Otherwise, I would be useless even if I died ten times."

Chunyu said with a sad face.

The little girl was really worried.

Song Qingcheng touched Chunyu's head and said, "You forgot that I, your girl, also have some kung fu skills. Besides, this is Wanzhao Temple. All the gods and Buddhas are watching from the sky. Who dares to commit a crime in such a peaceful place of Buddhism?"

After pacifying the maids, it was already late, so he led everyone out of the gate of Wanzhao Temple.

There are one thousand and eight steps in front of the gate of Wanzhao Temple, so carriages cannot go up and can only stop under the steps.

When you come to Wanzhao Temple to enter the temple, you have to walk down these 1,008 steps yourself, and when you leave the temple, you have to walk down these 1,008 steps yourself.

It is also to show sincerity, and sincerity is the key to success.

She remembered that even if the current Queen came, she would have to walk up the 1,008 steps in person.

Song Qingcheng and her servants had just walked down the stairs.

Then I saw a familiar figure, a man in a green shirt and a black cloak, walking up the stairs with a heroic posture.

It has been too long since I last saw Pei Huaizhi, and too long since I last heard his cold voice. At first glance, when I heard that word "Madam", I thought it was coming from the depths of my memory from my previous life.

The maids around Song Qingcheng were happy for Song Qingcheng when they saw Pei Huaizhi.

Song Qingcheng felt for no reason that the wrist wearing the Mo Li bracelet was burned, and it felt numb and tingling. She used her other hand to calmly press the hot wrist.

Looking up at that face, no matter when, there is a kind of purity that is not worldly.

This is food, sex and human nature.

Just looking at this face, it is indeed impeccable.

Pei Huaizhi rushed back from Jinling, and as expected, Song Qingcheng was not at home again. In short, every time he rushed back, Song Qingcheng was never there.

After asking the servants of Chunhetang, he learned that someone had come to Wanzhao Temple, so he came directly.

Today, Song Qingcheng wore a lake green skirt and a dark red fox fur cape. Her fair and clean little face was surrounded by the snow-white fox fur, making her look like a winter elf.

"Hi! Master Pei!"

That pretty face still had a charming look, and a sly and lazy expression.

It seems that no matter what time, it is impossible to shake that layer of unknown illusion.

Pei Huaizhi walked to Song Qingcheng's side and said, "Are you going back now?"

Song Qingcheng nodded, "It's getting late. The days are short in winter, and it might be unsafe to stay out at night."

"Well, that's very thoughtful. You know I should go home early."

Pei Huaizhi praised...

Song Qingcheng curled the corners of her mouth, as if these words made her sound very unorthodox.

The servants stepped back a distance to give the two of them some space.

"Let's go..."

After Pei Huaizhi finished speaking, he took the initiative to hold Song Qingcheng's hand!

Song Qingcheng: “…”

This person is so proactive...

Song Qingcheng blushed slightly. There were many people coming and going on the steps. Such a perfect couple attracted many people who were going up and down the mountain.

Song Qingcheng pulled her hand out and said, "With so many people watching, Minister Pei should be careful about the impact..."

After saying that, he took a step forward first.

Passersby who were watching the fun started to make a noise, "Young lady, why should you be shy about your own husband... You should hold on to such a handsome man, but be careful not to be snatched away by other girls!"

Song Qingcheng: “…”