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

You didn't say anything, "What's wrong? It's been a while since we last met. Don't you recognize me?"

Nan Shengsheng shook her head.

"Is there something on my face?"

Song Qingcheng touched her face and asked.

Nan Shengsheng still shook her head, "No, Sister Qingcheng's appearance is probably not the best in Shangjing City, but I found that Sister Qingcheng is not only beautiful, but also very amazing!"

Nan Shengsheng said, not forgetting to point to her head.

"I wonder who is saying that beautiful women are useless. Look at Sister Qingcheng, and let some stinky men know that women without talent are virtuous. It's all nonsense. In fact, it's just men who restrict women for their own respected status... Humph..."

Nan Shengsheng wrinkled her nose and said dissatisfiedly.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng smiled. She didn't expect that a simple-minded Nan Shengsheng would have such insight. It was really rare. After all, she had lived a life again and understood some truths.

"I'm just an ordinary person, how can I be like what you said? Don't say that in public???"

Although Song Qingcheng understood this, she did not insist on being the only sober person among the drunken crowd and fighting against this dynasty.

Nan Shengsheng picked up a soft, sweet and sugar-roasted chestnut and put it into her mouth. A rich chestnut flavor filled her taste buds. It was sweet, soft and delicious.

"Yeah, it's delicious, delicious," Nan Shengsheng puffed out her lips, her round face, and said in an unclear tone, "What I know is that I understand it myself, I'm not stupid enough to tell everyone about it."

As the saying goes, the arm cannot twist the thigh.

She is now alone and powerless, and all she can do is take care of herself.

The two of you talk to each other.

"Oh, by the way, why don't we open a girls' school to educate them."

Nan Shengsheng suddenly sat up and said with bright eyes.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng's eyes were slightly agitated and then returned to calm. It was not so easy to run a girls' school.

Nowadays, even girls from aristocratic families mostly learn the female precepts and the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. Most of them do this in order to get married and serve the men in the mansion.

The husband is the leader of the wife, and he firmly confines the woman to the small world in the backyard.

It’s not good, but it’s not bad either.

For her and Nan Shengsheng, perhaps letting them stay in the rear house and regard their husbands as the most important thing in everything is a kind of restraint for them.

There are tens of thousands of women in this world, and they may also have the feeling that putting their husbands first in everything is a kind of enjoyment. They have never seen any other world, so for them, there is nothing bad in it.

If you see a different world, wouldn't it be more painful to sink into sobriety?

There is a knife hanging over Song Qingcheng's head now, and she doesn't know when the knife will fall from the air.

There is no time to take care of anything else.

"It will definitely happen in the future. One day, women will be able to live a free life even if they don't rely on men!"

Song Qingcheng said with a smile.

Hearing this, Nan Shengsheng's eyes sparkled, "Yes, I will," she said in her heart, the wheel of history rolled forward.

Song Qingcheng saw a barely perceptible sadness flash across Nan Shengsheng's clear eyes.

This sadness comes quickly and goes away quickly.

But he was still caught by Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng was a little puzzled. Shengsheng was the apple of the eye of Lord Nan, the Minister of Rites. And in her memory, Lord Nan was a well-known daughter slave in Shangjing City.

It can be said that Shengsheng grew up in a honeypot.

That naughty old man, Lord Nan, looks at his own daughter as if she were the apple of his eye.

It is really hard to understand where this fleeting sadness comes from.

In her impression, Nan Shengsheng has always been a simple little white rabbit who has never known the pain of sorrow.

Song Qingcheng was a little worried, thinking it was about setting up a girls' school.

"What's wrong? It's not appropriate to study for girls now, but it's possible to go there later if there's an opportunity."

Song Qingcheng consoled with concern.

"what?"

Nan Shengsheng was surprised, she was distracted just now.

"Nan Shengsheng shook her head, indicating that she had nothing to say. "It's not about the girls' school. I also know the difficulties involved. Even if we set up a girls' school, there may not be people who would send their daughters here. Besides, there is also the problem of finding a tutor."

"I'm afraid there won't be anyone in Shangjing who is willing to teach girls how to become enlightened!"

This is a patriarchal society! Nan Shengsheng thought to herself that the feudal ideology that has been passed down for thousands of years, with men being superior to women, could not be changed by just a casual remark from them.

She has always been self-aware, from childhood to adulthood.

Song Qingcheng touched her head. Although Song Qingcheng was only one year older than her, she felt that Song Qingcheng was much more mature and thoughtful than her.

It gives people a feeling of sailing across thousands of mountains! ! !

At the same time, I was surprised at Song Qingcheng's sharpness. She could even notice such a small change in her...

She has lived in this dynasty for fifteen years, and the memories of her have gradually become blurred.

She has truly adapted to the current life, or in other words, she is a product of this era and she must follow the order and rules of this dynasty.

She was pretty sure she wasn't capable of being the one to break the rules.

Song Qingcheng looked at Nan Shengsheng's little face and didn't ask any more questions.

How can a person live without any worries? It's just that everyone has his or her own worries.

Nan Shengsheng heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Song Qingcheng did not continue to ask questions.

The woman in front of him had a very smart mind. Although the things that happened to her were a little unbelievable, she did not allow Song Qingcheng in front of him to guess it.

Fortunately, Song Qingcheng did not ask any further questions.

So in the past fifteen years, she has had many close friends, but since she met Song Qingcheng, she has particularly liked to stick to her.

Simple, clean, and measured, without so many twists and turns.

At ease; leisurely.

It was still early, but the streets were already very busy.

Song Qingcheng lifted the curtain and looked out. Nan Shengsheng also swept away the sadness in her eyes and looked out along the curtain of the carriage that Song Qingcheng had lifted.

The streets were crowded with people and the sounds of hawking could be heard one after another.

The festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival dispels all the bad things.

The people were reveling to their heart's content.

Song Qingcheng looked at the fireworks in front of her with a smile on her face. Such an atmosphere could easily infect people's emotions.

Nan Shengsheng was also very happy.

It was still early, and the scenery on the road had not yet been fully lit up.

Song Qingcheng and Nan Shengsheng first stopped at the restaurant they often visited.

As soon as the two men got off the carriage, their respective maids were already waiting, helping their masters put on cloaks.

Although it is almost the beginning of spring, the weather in Beijing is still very dry and cold.

The maids were also worried that their masters had caught a cold.

Yo!

A sour voice came from beside me.