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

Song Qingcheng really didn't want to come. But this was the only excuse she could find. However, it had been raining for the past few days and she had caught a cold, but it wasn't serious.

The sky was also overcast today. If Xie hadn't sent someone to call her, she would definitely not be sitting here.

Mrs. Xie was sitting on the Luohan bed waiting for her, ready to retort as soon as she spoke. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law confronted each other silently, neither of them giving in.

At this moment, there was a sudden violent storm outside Ninghe Hall, mixed with thunder that seemed to pierce through the clouds and tear apart silk.

Pei Huaizhi went straight back to Chunjingtang from the government office, but saw that Song Qingcheng was not there. He heard from the servants that someone had come to Ninghetang, so he rushed over.

He still knew about the gift-giving from Duke Wang's Mansion by Prince Wei Duwang of Yi.

Pei Huaizhi walked slowly into Ninghe Hall, with Song Qingcheng standing in the middle.

Since Song Qingcheng's rebirth, the weather in the capital has been good. As summer approaches, the rain is getting heavier. In the strong wind and heavy rain, lightning strikes like silver dragons, illuminating the originally dim Ninghe Hall one by one.

Since the first lightning struck, no one noticed that Song Qingcheng's pretty face suddenly lost all color and turned pale.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. The pain was unbearable. She placed her hands on her chest, trying to stop her heart from bursting out of her body.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, as if her soul was forcibly pulled out of her body. This feeling was so similar to the feeling she had when she was on the verge of death in her previous life.

She was extremely panicked! She hadn't changed anything from her past life yet, was she going to die like this?

She turned her head to look at the door. The tall Pei Huaizhi had already entered the hall. His tall and slender figure accompanied by silver lightning appeared in her eyes, and tears fell silently and uncontrollably.

Pei Huaizhi!

Song Qingcheng shouted silently through her cherry lips.

She saw a trace of worry flash across Pei Huaizhi's face very quickly. She didn't know if she had seen it wrong. He was always unfathomable and she really couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Pei Huaizhi didn't expect to see Song Qingcheng, who was extremely painful and pale, as soon as he entered Ninghe Hall. He walked forward quickly, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you!"

At this time, everyone also noticed that Song Qingcheng was acting strangely and were all shocked. They all didn't understand why someone who was fine just now suddenly became like this.

Xie stood up: "This!"

Pei Huaizhi's voice deepened a little, and he asked again: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Qingcheng felt like she was going to die. She couldn't control her tears at all and could only utter one word with great effort.

"pain!"

She couldn't tell where it hurt, it just hurt!

Song Qingcheng looked extremely pitiful. Pei Huaizhi looked around at everyone in Ninghe Hall with a gloomy expression, then he simply picked her up by the waist and carried her sideways.

Pei Huaizhi's eyes just now were so terrifying that the atmosphere in the entire Ninghe Hall suddenly became much colder and more solemn.

Second grandmother Shen Tanxiang said: "Third uncle, this has nothing to do with us. We don't know what happened to the third brother's wife all of a sudden."

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Song Qingcheng felt the pain of her soul being pulled out was much less while hiding in Pei Huaizhi’s arms.

Pei Huaizhi held the person in his arms and could clearly feel the person trembling. He did not dare to delay any longer and carried the delicate body in his arms through Langting and returned to Chunjingtang.

Pei Huaizhi discovered that whenever lightning appeared in the sky, the person in his arms would groan in pain, so he simply held the person upright in his arms, took off his black cloak with one hand and covered her with it. When he held her horizontally again, Song Qingcheng had been covered tightly from head to toe by Pei Huaizhi, and she could no longer see the light of the lightning.

Song Qingcheng hid in Pei Huaizhi's cloak, the cold scent of pine wood caressing her nose, she actually felt that the feeling of soul leaving the body and the pain were much less, and the terrifying feeling of weightlessness in her body was also greatly reduced, as if the duckweed finally had something to rely on.

Why is this happening? She tried hard to think with her confused mind, but after going around in circles, the rope of fate was finally in Pei Huaizhi's hands.

So tired!

She wanted to rest, her consciousness gradually became blurred, and when she completely disappeared, she thought that she really didn't need to serve Xie anymore.

Shuqi looked nervous as he held an umbrella for the two of them.

After entering Chunjing Hall, Pei Huaizhi placed the person steadily on the step-out bed in the inner room and drew the curtain to block the lightning outside.

Song Qingcheng was carried back by Pei Huaizhi, and everyone in Chunjingtang stood by anxiously.

"Master, what happened? He was fine when he went out."

Aunt Zhang asked.

Pei Huaizhi placed his bony hands on Song Qingcheng's slender wrist and took her pulse carefully.

As time passed, Pei Huai's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Song Qingcheng, whose face was very pale, "Why do you suffer from soul-separation syndrome? This soul-separation syndrome can only be suffered after being greatly stimulated. Song Qingcheng was born in the general's mansion. He had asked the secret guards to investigate the general's mansion before. The entire general's mansion has a clean family style and is very fond of Song Qingcheng. They will never be greatly stimulated. What is going on?"

He suppressed his doubts for the moment.

This soul-leaving disease is very serious. In severe cases, one can lose one's life. However, as long as one avoids the triggering object, there will be no danger to life. It seems that the triggering object is lightning.

Song Qingcheng had fallen asleep.

Pei Huaizhi put Song Qingcheng's hand back into the quilt, stood up, wrote a prescription for nourishing the spirit on the table and handed it to the servant beside him.

He instructed to follow the prescription, three times a day.

Xia He took it and said, "Third Master, is the master okay?"

"It's nothing serious!" Xia He and the others finally felt relieved and went to boil the medicine according to Pei Huaizhi's prescription.

Pei Huaizhi sat on the armchair and said, "Your master is always afraid of lightning."

Aunt Zhang and the others hurriedly replied: "In reply to Third Master, the young lady has always been in good health and has never had such strange symptoms before."

Pei Huaizhi said nothing when he heard this.

Recalling the look in Song Qingcheng's eyes when she was looking at him just now, which seemed to be filled with anger and resentment, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This sense of familiarity actually made his heart twitch suddenly. This unprecedented panic and painful feeling made him dazed.

Turning his head again to look at Song Qingcheng who was sleeping on the bed, he saw tears still hanging on her palm-sized face, her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, and it seemed that she could not rest well in her sleep.

For the first time, he became curious about his newly married wife.

After sending the servants away, Pei Huaizhi sat down next to Song Qingcheng, took out a bracelet of fine white jade from his arms and put it on Song Qingcheng's wrist.

This bracelet was given to him by his master when he was young. When he was young, he went to the temple and was awakened by nightmares every night. His master gave him this bracelet. It was a coincidence that after he had this bracelet, he never had a nightmare again. Even when he didn't have a nightmare even if he didn't wear it, he still kept it in his arms!

The master told him that this bead could bring good luck, avoid misfortune, and ward off evil spirits.

It’s just that Song Qingcheng’s wrist was too thin and it seemed that the bracelet couldn’t hold on, so he had to take it off and tighten the string. Only when he felt it fit properly did he put it on Song Qingcheng again.

In Song Qingcheng's dream, she was sometimes in her past life and sometimes in the present life. The chaos in the dream seemed like a big net covering her, but suddenly she felt a refreshing feeling on her wrist, which calmed her irritable mood in the dream a lot.