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

Pei Huaizhi was not used to it.

Song Qingcheng naturally didn't force him, but she was worried about Pei Huaizhi staying here alone.

"Then I'll go call Shuqi to wait outside. If you feel uncomfortable, tell your attendant."

I don't know if Pei Huaizhi listened to it or not, I just heard him say the word "good" in a light tone.

Pei Huaizhi held back the obviously disordered breath in his chest, and only breathed a sigh of relief after Song Qingcheng left. With a "pu" sound, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He spit on the underwear that Song Qingcheng had just taken off for him, and then wiped the corners of his lips with a slightly cleaner part of his body.

He shook his head helplessly. This was really a big deal. He was seriously injured and wouldn't be able to get out of bed for more than a month.

However, he is now in the spotlight.

Taking a step back may not be a bad idea.

It would not only dispel the Emperor of Wei's fear of him, who was worried that his achievements would surpass his own, but also allow him to retire from his high position and recuperate, so that the King of Yi would not always regard him as a thorn in his side.

It’s just that reconnecting broken bones is much more troublesome.

at the same time.

Song Qingcheng had promised Pei Huaizhi that she would personally make him a bowl of chicken noodle soup, so she would naturally not go back on her word.

As soon as she walked out of the inner room, the maids around her came up to her, each with a look of concern on their faces: "Miss, is the son-in-law okay?"

When my son-in-law was brought back last night, he looked pale and lifeless, just like...

They were taboo about the word death and didn't think about it. What they were worried about was that if something happened to their son-in-law, what would happen to them, the girls?

Nanny Zhang was even more nervous. Mainly because the scene last night was too thrilling and scary. Her daughter was so young, she couldn't afford to be a widow.

Besides, it's not easy to find such a good son-in-law even with a lantern.''

"Girl... God... Please open your eyes and take a look... Our uncle loves the people like his own children... He has implemented new policies... So many civilians have food to eat and no longer have to suffer from hunger. This is a great merit for the world. Please bless our uncle to be safe and sound!"

Aunt Zhang clasped her hands together and bowed again and again, praying for the protection of the gods.

Song Qingcheng didn't like everyone to be as sad as she was, so she suppressed the inexplicable panic in her heart and comforted everyone, "Madam, don't worry. He is not in danger for the time being. Chunyu, go and ask Shuqi to wait here. Qiuyue, come with me to the kitchen in the mansion and help. My husband wants to eat chicken noodle soup. Let's go to the kitchen now!"

"Yes!"

Nanny Zhang and Song Qingcheng's maids understood that the most important thing now was to stay calm, as nothing else could help.

Song Qingcheng walked out of the corridor and asked, "Have you prepared the medicine for the master today?" She suddenly remembered how she could have forgotten such an important thing.

Qiuyue followed behind Song Qingcheng and said carefully, "No!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng stopped and asked, "Why?" Even if she forgot, the maids around her were cautious and could not have forgotten.

Qiuyue said, "Yesterday, after Master's master gave us the prescription, he told us that this prescription could only be used once last night. We can't make soup for Master today according to the herbal medicine in the prescription. It seems that the dosage of each herbal medicine in last night's prescription was very strong. If it is used today, Master's body will be too weak to be nourished... So Master's master has to come up with a new prescription for today!"

Song Qingcheng remembered Pei Huaizhi talking about his master's habit, and heard Qiuyue continue, "This morning, Sister Dongmei went to Uncle Master's place to get the prescription, and she hasn't come back yet??? I wonder if the prescription is difficult to prescribe, and that delayed her!"

No wonder I didn’t see Dongmei just now.

Let’s go to Qingsong Hall first.

The courtyard where Master Pei Huaizhi stayed was named after a century-old welcoming pine tree in the courtyard.

As soon as Song Qingcheng stepped into the yard, she saw Dongmei like an ant on hot pan, running around in a panic, but looking helpless.

Seeing Song Qingcheng coming over, it was like a drowning person finally finding a piece of drifting wood.

She shouted hastily, "Please forgive me, young lady. I really...really..."

Dongmei, who has always been carefree, was almost crying with anxiety and her speech was incoherent.

Song Qingcheng knew why Dongmei was like this. After all, Pei Huaizhi had just told her that his master was a typical night owl who didn't sleep at night and didn't wake up during the day.

At this moment, he should still be sleeping in the house.

"Miss, I have almost screamed my throat out, but I have not been able to wake up your master!"

Originally, Song Qingcheng was going to listen to Pei Huaizhi, but who knew that the prescription would have to be changed to a new one, and she would have to be woken up.

After all, she is Pei Huaizhi's wife, so he should give her the benefit of the doubt. Even if she does something out of line, his master probably won't really do anything to her, after all, his disciple's life is the most important.

"Someone come!"

Song Qingcheng said to the servants who were sweeping the yard.

"lady?"

"Go and tear down the door for me!!"

"this........!"

Dongmei continued, "Madam ordered it to be demolished, it has been demolished over there!"

Seeing that their lady seemed to have made up her mind, the servants stopped hesitating and sent a few more servants in. They each took a tool and started to take down a door in the house with a lot of clanging.

It's quite neat.

"Madam is fine!"

After tearing down Master Xuanzhen's door, Song Qingcheng went straight in. She didn't care about the rules now.

Just treat it as a special matter.

After Song Qingcheng entered, she found Pei Huaizhi's master sleeping in his clothes on the Arhat bed, holding a small hand warmer in his hands.

I slept so soundly.

Song Qingcheng was speechless.

Don’t know what to say?

This old Taoist!

Pei Huaizhi is his only disciple, how can he be like a grass? He is really not afraid of death.

"........."

Song Qingcheng took a few steps forward and snatched the stove from Xuanzhen's hand with a chop.

However, the old Taoist priest remained motionless and did not feel anything at all.

"This... Could it be that Master has already wandered into the void?"

Dongmei and Qiuyue murmured aside.

Song Qingcheng had naturally never seen such an old angel before.

I am speechless and can only think of other solutions.

After all, it was more like Pei Huaizhi was trying to get her out of the way rather than wanting to eat the hand-rolled noodles.

Pei Huaizhi's condition is probably not very good. Since Pei Huaizhi is unwilling