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

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi was deliberately messing with her. She was being led away by someone again, and the culprit was actually brewing tea by the stove as if nothing had happened.

Song Qingcheng angrily drank the tea on the sandalwood table, then closed her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to Pei Huaizhi.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Pei Huaizhi frowned and said, "I'll take you to see Master tomorrow. I think your soul separation syndrome..."

"No, you don't!"

Song Qingcheng immediately opened her eyes to stop him and said, this is not a joke. Song Qingcheng had inquired before and knew that Pei Huaizhi did not grow up with Xie, the Duke's mansion, when he was young, but grew up with a hermit, the famous Taoist immortal.

The relationship between the two is nominally master and apprentice, but in fact they are father and son.

However, she didn't pay much attention to whether they were master and apprentice, father and son or not.

But asking her to meet Taoist Immortal Sanren, isn’t that a joke!

Since ancient times, Taoist priests have been catching ghosts.

Although she is not a ghost, there is a problem after all. She avoids this Taoist priest as much as possible, not to mention that he is so powerful. There is absolutely no reason for her to get close to him.

If she was taken away by this man, or if she was seen as a ghost from her past life, she would have died immediately, not to mention the soul-leaving syndrome.

This won’t work. I can’t see him. I can’t see him, even if I die!

Pei Huaizhi was really stunned. He never expected Song Qingcheng to be so resolute.

"Don't be willful!"

Pei Huaizhi said, and after he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that his words were too harsh. Maybe Song Qingcheng was shy, so he softened his tone: "This ugly daughter-in-law will have to meet her parents-in-law sooner or later! You don't have to think too much!"

Song Qingcheng: “…”

Who is the ugly wife?

Song Qingcheng finally couldn't help but roll her eyes, and felt more and more that Pei Huai's followers had such low IQ and EQ, how could they survive in the vortex of the toilet hall!

"Minister Pei, you know medical skills, why don't you check your pulse to see if you have any eye disease?"

Pei Huaizhi: "Hmm?"

Seeing that no one understood, Song Qingcheng said, "Open your eyes and look at the face in front of you. Looking at the whole of Shangjing, this is also a very outstanding one, okay!"

Pei Huaizhi listened to Song Qingcheng and looked her up and down. "She is indeed not ugly! So you don't have to hide. It's not like you are not ashamed to be seen."

"Besides, if we can't find the root cause of your soul-leaving disease, it will become a problem sooner or later..."

"Master has traveled to many places, even to places outside of Wei. He will definitely be able to find the root cause of this Soul Separation Syndrome!"

"Don't you want to completely get rid of this trouble and never have the dull pain in your heart again?!"

Pei Huaizhi also managed to persuade the people with both reason and emotion.

But Song Qingcheng couldn't agree to it.

After all, she was really worried about exposing herself around Pei Huaizhi.

Besides, doesn’t she know what the problem is?

The root cause of her soul-leaving syndrome is Pei Huaizhi, but she just doesn’t know how to solve it!

She wanted to ask Master Nian Jing again, but Master Nian Jing replied: "The secret cannot be revealed..."

And the last few words still need careful consideration!

Song Qingcheng: "Look at this flower..."

She motioned Pei Huaizhi to look!

"Ask?" Pei Huaizhi asked.

"I picked this flower from the plum garden in the backyard of Wanzhao Temple. It's a green plum. This green plum is a variety planted by Master Nian Nianjing of Wanzhao Temple. I picked it now..."

“Have you seen the Mind Mirror?”

This Nian Jing was the former great master's direct disciple, and his status in the Wei Dynasty cannot be underestimated!"

Song Qingcheng nodded: "The master said that my soul separation syndrome is not serious, I just need to eat and drink well to recuperate."

"If I just left the mountain gate and turned around to see another Taoist master, wouldn't they think I don't trust him, which would cause a rift between Buddhism and Taoism? That's not good, that's not good."

Song Qingcheng looked miserable.

The words of host Nian Jing are very weighty.

Pei Huaizhi felt that what Song Qingcheng said made some sense, so he said, "Then let's wait for some time."

Song Qingcheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the words of host Nian Jing emerged in her mind.

Self-salvation means saving yourself before saving others, and saving yourself must save your heart first. If heaven does not save you, people need to save themselves. Think open-mindedly, look at things 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 shared, there is no true empathy in the world. One knows one's own cold and warmth, and one's own sorrows and joys.

May she live to the fullest, not to feel lucky.

Pei Huaizhi saw that Song Qingcheng looked strange, so he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"what?"

Song Qingcheng panicked for a moment and shook her head.

When we returned to Chunhetang, the sun was already setting.

The two of them didn't argue, and Song Qingcheng just sat there in a daze.

The carriage stopped and no one noticed.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Huaizhi bent a finger and tapped Song Qingcheng's head, then lifted the car curtain and said, "We're here, get out of the car."

Pei Huaizhi's force was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to attract her attention.

Song Qingcheng felt that the behavior of a dignified minister hitting someone on the head was very childish and did not fit his image.

Minister Pei, please pay attention to your own image and your personal image!

Song Qingcheng said unhappily, "Just talk if you want to. Why do you always hit my head?"

At this time, Pei Huaizhi had already got off the carriage and turned around and stretched out his hand towards Song Qingcheng in the carriage.

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice came out, offering a free gift and a curled lip, "Minister Pei, do you think I'm stupid? I remember it clearly last time, but I almost fell to the ground because of holding it in!"

Pei Huaizhi, "The little thing still holds a grudge!"

The servants around, seeing their two masters talking, had already tactfully retreated to the side and lowered their heads.

"Come down, it won't happen this time."

Song Qingcheng glanced at him, and Pei Huaizhi was quite helpless, "Believe me!"

Song Qingcheng lived a new life and was very open-minded. She did whatever made her happy.

Don't let yourself be wronged.

Song Qingcheng didn't want Pei Huaizhi to help her get off the carriage, so she avoided Pei Huaizhi's hand and jumped off the carriage by herself.

Pei Huaizhi is worthy of being Pei Huaizhi. His arm stiffened for a moment and then returned to normal.

There was no embarrassment at all.

As soon as Song Qingcheng entered Chunhe Hall, she heard a joyful voice: "Girl!"

It turned out that Xia He was back too.

He hadn't seen Xia He for several months, so he was a little excited to see her!

Xia He has become the first female manager of the Song Company!

Song Qingcheng rubbed her head proudly and said approvingly: "Xia He, you are really great..."

Pei Huaizhi has been completely ignored by Song Qingcheng since he came in.