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

Song Qingcheng was speechless. Even if the people didn't know that Pei Huaizhi was the youngest number one scholar and the youngest vice minister in Shangjing, they would still think that he was one of the best men in Shangjing because of his noble character.

Otherwise, the passers-by who came to burn incense would remind her to cherish the person in front of her. However, although Pei Huaizhi was outstanding, she was also the best woman in Shangjing City, okay?

She was able to open the largest garment shops in Shangjing and Jinling, the political and economic centers of Wei. She was able to seize opportunities and use the least amount of money to gain more money. Regardless of whether Pei Huaizhi was by her side, she was an excellent woman. Unfortunately, in this world where men were superior to women, even if she said these things, she would probably end up being shocking and having a bad life.

In this patriarchal world that has existed for generations, in the eyes of these men, women are considered to be their appendages, and are only fit to stay in the backyard, giving birth to children one by one, and fighting to the death for a man.

"Bah!" Song Qingcheng became angrier the more she thought about it. The less capable a man is, the more he will try to find a sense of existence in women.

Pei Huaizhi lowered his head and glanced at Song Qingcheng, with an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

Seeing Song Qingcheng acting like this, the nosy man was indignant but did not dare to refute loudly, because Song Qingcheng's outfit today was not something that ordinary people could afford. He could only mutter softly, "What a waste of such a pretty face. She still looked virtuous...,,,,,,Qi.......!" After that, he prepared to continue climbing the mountain.

Before Song Qingcheng could say anything, she heard an embarrassed cry of "ouch" from behind.

"Who the hell is this? Who is plotting against me?"

The man hugged one leg, tilted his head back and cried out “ouch, ouch” non-stop.

At this time, a chirping sound suddenly came from the pine forests on both sides of the way up the mountain. Song Qingcheng looked up and saw rows of crows flapping their wings and flying overhead.

Coincidentally, Song Qingcheng saw this lump of gold falling from the sky and landing in the mouth of the screaming man.

The man didn't know what it was at first, and he subconsciously smacked his lips to taste the smell, and then something came.

"Ugh..." The man jumped on the spot while holding his throat tightly. He couldn't open his mouth or close it.

Seeing this, people coming and going had to retreat.

Song Qingcheng frowned when she saw this. How could this be so disgusting and yet so satisfying?

Pei Huaizhi retracted his fingers, lowered his eyes, and took Song Qingcheng's hand, "Let's go!"

Song Qingcheng retracted her gaze, curved her eyebrows, smiled sweetly and said, "No wonder people say that the Wanzhao Temple is very effective. Look, isn't this a fairy? Deal with this person."

Pei Huaizhi: “….”

Then he raised the corner of his lips.

When the people around saw that the people involved had left, they started to go up the mountain or down the mountain.

However, a few jokes from the crowd would still reach Song Qingcheng's ears.

For example, a pilgrim said that judging from the clothes these two people were wearing, it was obvious that the girl was living a life of luxury, while the boy was indeed dressed simply, so he must have been a poor scholar.

He went astray, but because of his good looks, he was redeemed by this young lady and became a prostitute.

After hearing this, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh so hard that she covered her face with a handkerchief.

Pei Huaizhi's face turned black...

Now that she was in a good mood, the one thousand and eight steps were no problem. Walking down the mountain, Song Qingcheng didn't even feel how tired she was.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the servants had already brought the carriage and Pei Huaizhi over.

"Don't you like riding horses? I'll take you!" As soon as Pei Huaizhi finished speaking, Song Qingcheng looked at him as if she had seen a ghost.

"Minister Pei, am I out of my mind in such a cold weather? I have a warm carriage but I am going to go horse racing instead. I don't have your healthy physique. Thank you in advance for your kindness."

After saying that, he turned around and got into the carriage.

Dongmei and the others waited for Song Qingcheng to sit down and immediately put the prepared hot water bottle into her hands.

There was silver charcoal burning in the carriage, and with the soft cushions, it was comfortable and warm.

Song Qingcheng casually placed the wintersweet flower in her hand on the small sandalwood table. At this time, the curtain was opened from the outside. It was Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi was tall, and when he got in, the carriage instantly became cramped.

"It seems that Minister Pei also knows that carriages are more comfortable."

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but tease.

Pei Huaizhi clenched his fists and pretended to cough.

Pei Huaizhi sat in the carriage, so it was inconvenient for Song Qingcheng's maids to sit with their masters. In this weather, they naturally could not sit on the shaft of the carriage.

Fortunately, the area at the foot of the mountain was quite prosperous, so they hired another carriage and the group returned from the outskirts of Beijing.

Pei Huaizhi looked at the wintersweet flowers in front of him.

Song Qingcheng followed the line of sight and saw that she had picked these wintersweets on a whim. Now, seeing Pei Huaizhi's beautiful phoenix eyes staring at the wintersweets, she thought he liked them.

She stepped forward, stretched out her hand and pushed the wintersweet toward Pei Huaizhi, and subconsciously said, "Didn't the number one scholar have no hairpin flowers on the day of the parade? Today, this wintersweet will be given to Minister Pei, and you can be the young man wearing flowers in front of the emperor for a while again."

Pei Huaizhi was silent for a moment, then said, "Forget it!" He denied, "I don't have any hobbies in this area."

The young men of noble families in the capital have always had the habit of wearing flowers in their hair.

"It's up to you."

Song Qingcheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, mainly because she realized that she had lived with this man for most of her life, but why was they not very familiar with each other?

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. Their relationship could be considered as the most familiar strangers. If they were to be called husband and wife, they were not really husband and wife. If they were to be called allies, it was only her one-sided desire for an alliance.

They had been together for more than 20 years in her previous life, but she never really understood each other. And in this life, according to Abbot Nian Jing's words, her life might even depend on Pei Huaizhi.

The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it!

“Ah ...

Song Qingcheng thought of Nian Jing's words and couldn't help but feel a little crazy, while her hand unconsciously touched the bracelet on her other wrist.

This sudden voice startled even the usually calm Pei Huaizhi, and he looked at Song Qingcheng, "What has provoked you?"

Then he saw Song Qingcheng's little action, "Worried about the Soul Separation Syndrome!"

Song Qingcheng: “..........................”

Could it be that this man Pei Huai is a worm in his stomach, or can he eavesdrop on her thoughts?

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi warily and asked, "How do you know?"

Pei Huaizhi glanced at her hand holding the Mo Li bracelet, and the answer was self-evident.

Song Qingcheng's heart fell back to where it was, "I thought... that was what?"

Pei Huaizhi looked at Song Qingcheng with burning eyes, which seemed to penetrate people's hearts. He asked in a cold voice: "What do you think?"