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

Hearing the noise outside, someone came in with new year's clothes and headgear, and helped Song Qingcheng to put them on.

Everyone in Chunhetang wore new clothes today.

There was a joyful atmosphere on every face.

New year, new atmosphere. The people in Chunhetang feel that their lives are much more fulfilling following Song Qingcheng!

But when he came in, he saw Song Qingcheng already sitting on the Arhat bed in the room.

There were two big dark circles under his eyes, and the corners of his lips were swollen as if the skin was broken.

This……

There were scabbed teeth marks across the slender neck.

This this……

Dongmei hurriedly took two steps forward, glanced towards the inner room, and said with a worried look on her face, "What happened to the girl? How did she become like this!"

Nanny Zhang followed in and was a little surprised to see Song Qingcheng's current look. She also asked how it became like this.

"Thank you for your hard work, girl!"

Mammy said!!!!

She felt a little regretful. She just hoped that the two of them would do that, and she didn't tell them to take it easy and not to go too far.

As the saying goes, this matter is about a long time to come and a steady stream of success.

It was obviously nothing, it was just that Pei Huaizhi fainted last night and happened to hit his head.

She was worried that something might happen to Pei Huaizhi in the middle of the night.

She also couldn't sleep well. After a while, she reached out her hand to feel the man's breath to confirm that he was still breathing, only then would she feel relieved!

She didn't sleep a wink that night.

"Girl, your uncle is not going to commit domestic violence, is he? How can this be allowed? Your skin is so delicate, what happened? Why have you been so unlucky lately and always getting hurt?"

Dongmei just went out to get the ointment and came back and said.

"Bah! Don't talk nonsense. My son-in-law is not that kind of person!"

Mammy said angrily,

Dongmei pouted.

Song Qingcheng was sleepy, too lazy to talk, and her eyelids were drooping.

'"Girl, let me apply some ointment to you!"

Dongmei said.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

Today is the first day of the new year. If I were at the Duke's Mansion, I would have to attend a social event. But now that the family has separated, I have some free time.

Although there was nothing to do on New Year's Day and no outsiders were allowed to see him, there was still His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan in the mansion, so he had to cover up the mark on his neck.

Song Qingcheng raised her eyelids with great effort and glanced into the bronze mirror.

Hey!

This is no different from a female ghost.

Black eye shadow, swollen lips, her face was as red as a monkey's butt, perhaps because of the floor heater in the room, and her clothes were a little messy.

This scene,,,,,,,is really hard to describe in words.

"Girl, let me put some more powder on your face!"

Song Qingcheng yawned and was about to agree, but suddenly she seemed to think of something and said, "No need! Let's just leave it at that!"

"what?"

Dongmei paused and said, "Okay, girl."

Aunt Zhang, "Auntie, are you...making your uncle feel... guilty?"

Song Qingcheng just smiled without saying anything. She didn't feel guilty, but she thought of the back of Pei Huaizhi's head. She had to let Pei Huaizhi know that his behavior was also very bad. They should be even now and no one should blame anyone.

The nanny glanced at the gate room, "Master... why haven't you woken up yet?"

Asking this question, Aunt Zhang was also a little puzzled. Whenever the son-in-law was in the mansion, even if he was not attending court, he would be up at the latest at the beginning of the morning hour. It was already the eleventh hour, and there was no movement in the inner room, which was a little strange.

The girl is in this state now, will her uncle be in trouble?

Song Qingcheng has finished dressing and washing up. At the beginning of this new year, Song Qingcheng's makeup is quite appropriate for the occasion. She has a pretty look and a jade smoky cloud dress, which makes her look gorgeous and as beautiful as clouds.

The premise is to ignore the heavy dark circles and the somewhat haggard and pale face.

Although this unpainted face and this makeup don't match, but on Song Qingcheng's body, this exquisite dress and this pale face match together, and it has a beauty that is three points better than the sickly Xi Shi.

More lovable.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi seemed to have fallen into a black hole. In the nightmare, there were memories from his childhood and the present, complicated memories that he couldn't tell were true or false. All of a sudden, they flooded into his mind like a tide.

He even returned to the mansion again and found a person dead tragically in the house.

He wanted to see the man's face clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the dead man's face clearly.

Who is she?

Why was he so terrified? It was the fear and terror that grew from the deepest part of his heart.

He felt like he was falling into an ice cellar! He felt like he was about to suffocate to death.

He was like a trapped animal, trying to escape and save the person.

But in the dream, even though he had this unique medical skill, the person in the dream still died, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his body.

He wanted to stop the blood gushing out of the man, but the more he wiped, the more it came out and he couldn't stop it.

His hands were shaking in his dream.

He even wanted to cry out in pain, this fatal pain completely took away his sanity!

He suddenly drew out the soft sword from his waist and cut his throat without hesitation.

Blood gushed out, dyeing his pupils red!

Pei Huaizhi sat up suddenly!

Fresh air rushed into his heart.

The suffocating feeling of his throat being pinched disappeared instantly, his heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, and he looked at the familiar environment in front of him with some hesitation!

It's a nightmare!

He realized it!

But why is this feeling of suffocation and fear so real!

Who was the woman in his dream who made him so heartbroken and caught his attention?

Layer upon layer of fog shrouded him!

He touched his empty heart, which was still restless and raging.

He let out a sigh.

Song Qingcheng was no longer around him, and he wanted to see her...

"Somebody come!"

Pei Huaizhi raised his voice and shouted, then stood up.

"Well!"

Pei Huaizhi cried out in pain and staggered a few steps. Fortunately, he was quick to react and immediately grabbed the bedpost next to him, thus managing to steady himself.

He subconsciously touched the source of the pain.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t feel anything else, but I felt a lump the size of an egg on the back of my head!

Is that a very sour and painful feeling?

Pei Huaizhi: “?”

what's the situation.

He shook his head, trying to remember something.

But now my mind is too confused and there is too much information.

He only remembered having a drinking contest with Wei Shao, the Prince of Yan, the night before.

In the end, I lost my sense of proportion, probably because I was drunk...

After getting drunk, Pei Huaizhi couldn't remember anything no matter how hard he tried. Maybe he bumped into something when he was drunk!

No wonder he felt dizzy and groggy since he woke up.

Nanny Zhang and the maid from Chunhe Hall heard the noise and came in immediately to serve!