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

According to the situation in his previous life, Pei Huaizhi would definitely not die at this time.

This is why Song Qingcheng was not extremely worried even though she was panicking.

However, many things have changed in this life, and she cannot be completely sure that Pei Huaizhi will be fine.

She didn't want to be fine. Once she had this thought, Song Qingcheng, who was originally panicked and not worried, became worried again.

Wei Shao had something else to do, so after settling Pei Huai down, he left first.

He still needs to investigate the matter of the assassin today.

The most important thing is that there is a survivor this time, so he must go to the Ministry of Justice. He is worried that someone will kill him to silence him!

The clue of the assassin must not be broken.

Song Qingcheng thanked Wei Shao. If Wei Shao was not here today, it would not be so easy to take Pei Huaizhi out of the palace.

………………

About an incense stick of time passed after Wei Shao left before Song Qingcheng heard the sound of several people's footsteps outside.

After a while, an old man with vigorous spirit, slightly gray hair, fluttering wide sleeves and an immortal demeanor strode into Chunhe Hall.

Song Qingcheng stood up and went to greet him. Pei Huaizhi's Master Xuanzhen had arrived.

This was the first time Song Qingcheng met Pei Huaizhi's master in all her past and present lives.

This old man can be considered a real relative of Pei Huaizhi.

Out of courtesy, Song Qingcheng should also respect this elder.

Not to mention that her husband was raised by this master.

Compared to the two people in the Duke's mansion, Xuan Zhen can be said to be the real elder of Ta and Pei Huaizhi.

Although her master was traveling in another country when she and Pei Huaizhi got married and was unable to return in time, it cannot be denied that Master Xuanzhen was very important to Pei Huaizhi.

Song Qingcheng felt a little nervous. Her master, Pei Huaizhi, was a serious old Taoist priest. He was different from those pretending to be sorcerers in the palace. She didn't know if he could catch ghosts.

This was also the reason why Song Qingcheng had repeatedly refused when Pei Huaizhi wanted to take her to his master to cure her soul-separation syndrome.

After all, she is two-faced and has something to hide.

No, the main reason is that she can’t tell now whether she is a human or a ghost.

If it is really a ghost, and it is captured by this old Taoist, then......

It was good to think about it this way. She felt inexplicably guilty. She took a deep breath secretly to make herself look less guilty.

As soon as she approached, a pair of bottomless eyes immediately stared at her.

"Hello, Master!" Song Qingcheng bowed and saluted respectfully. She didn't know how to address him, so she just followed Pei Huaizhi's identity as his disciple and called him that.

Xuan Zhen stroked his beautiful beard and looked at Song Qingcheng.

There is nothing to fault about his appearance, except that he is a little thin. There is indeed a faint black air on his forehead. He is indeed like what that stinky boy mentioned in the letter. He is weak and has a stubborn heart disease and a soul-leaving disease.

If it is not cured, not only will the patient be unable to conceive, but he or she may even be in danger of sudden death and will not live long.

Brat!

Don't be so anxious!

I thought this brat was not only a womanizer, but it seems he was also a "lecher!"

After all, they are the elders.

Although this gaze that looked her up and down made her feel uncomfortable, and she was still worried.

On the one hand, she was worried that Master Xuanzhen would discover her secret identity, and on the other hand, she was worried about the unconscious Pei Huaizhi.

So much so that beads of sweat were already oozing out of her forehead.

Taoist Xuan Zhen retracted his gaze and said softly: "No need to be polite, but what are you doing with your shifty eyes?"

Song Qingcheng, "........ "

What does it mean to have shifty eyes? Can this be used to describe a little girl?

"That brat fainted!"

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Song Qingcheng heard excitement in Xuan Zhen’s tone.

He probably doesn't know how seriously his disciple is injured.

"That brat has always been a steady person, but he hurt himself like this."

Song Qingcheng looked at Xuan Zhen, who was still stroking his beard leisurely, with a relaxed expression and no trace of panic, "Is the brat dying?"

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Just one breath left'

Song Qingcheng replied, "You'd better go and take a look."

"You are so calm, little girl"

Xuanzhen stated the facts with a probing tone. If this happened to an ordinary young couple, her husband would be so injured that he was only breathing his last breath, and she would be so heartbroken that she would cry and be heartbroken. How could she be as calm as this girl?

It's different from the letter from that brat, where he was in a hurry to get him back.

It seems that this boy has been married for more than a year, but it is just wishful thinking.

Song Qingcheng, "......."

At this point, her attitude doesn't matter that much.

Xuan Zhen did not intend to embarrass Song Qingcheng. "Lead the way. Let me go and see how this brat was injured and only has one breath left!"

"Master, please follow me!"

Song Qingcheng led Xuan Zhen to Pei Huaizhi.

Xuanzhen took square steps and he really wasn't in a hurry at all.

If she remembered correctly, Xuan Zhen was Pei Huaizhi's only closed disciple, so he was not afraid that anything would happen to his only disciple.

Xuan Zhen walked around the screen and saw his apprentice, whose face was pale. He walked over to take his pulse and carefully examined Pei Huaizhi again.

After a busy period of work, two quarters of an hour had passed.

"Master, how is it?"

Song Qingcheng asked while standing aside.

"really....."

Xuan Zhen picked up the brush on the table, quickly wrote a prescription, and handed it to the maid next to him.

"Um.?"

Song Qingcheng hummed in confusion.

Xuan Zhen glanced at Song Qingcheng and said, "Indeed, she only has one breath left."

"Then you can't die!"

Song Qingcheng replied hastily.

"Why, little girl, why do you sound a little disappointed?"

Song Qingcheng discovered that Pei Huaizhi's master was the same as Pei Huaizhi, with a strange temper and seemed not to know how to speak properly.

"How come the old Taoist hit the nail on the head?"

Song Qingcheng quickly shook her head, "No, no, of course I hope he is safe."

Xuan Zhen raised his lips slightly, "That's great. But this brat was seriously injured this time. He broke two ribs and injured his lungs. He won't be able to get out of bed for at least ten days or half a month, and he needs to rest for a while. During this time, you have to take care of him wholeheartedly."

Song Qingcheng nodded solemnly, "Please rest assured, Master."

Xuan Zhen nodded with satisfaction, "That's good, let's talk about your business after that kid wakes up!" After saying that, he yawned.

"This kid is restless tonight, I'm afraid he'll make more trouble."

"Dongmei, take Master to the guest room!"

Song Qingcheng looked at his back, and frowned slightly when she thought of Xuan Zhen's words just now.

Finally, at least Pei Huaizhi's life was not in danger for the time being.