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

I don't want her to know, so I just pretend I don't know.

But what about this Master Xuan Zhen?

"Master Xuanzhen, hurry up and get up! Your beloved disciple is waiting for you to save his life!"

Song Qingcheng held her hands like a trumpet and shouted, so loud that the servants dismantling the door outside could hear it.

Master Xuanzhen's eyes were sleepy and his beard was twitching!

"What's the point of talking about this disciple and that disciple? Sleep is not important! Go away, little girl, go play somewhere else!"

Master Xuanzhen didn't seem to be in a bad mood when he woke up, but his tone was as if he was chasing away cats and dogs.

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

This old naughty boy, Song Qingcheng frowned and got angry, she just didn't believe it.

She rolled up her sleeves, stretched out her hands, and shook them vigorously again and again.

"It's Pei Huaizhi, Pei Huaizhi. Pei Huaizhi has been vomiting blood and is probably going to die. How can you still sleep?"

Song Qingcheng used all her strength to shake Xuan Zhen so hard that he was dizzy. If she continued to shake him, if he was really an old man, he would probably have fallen apart by now.

Fortunately, Xuan Zhen is in good health. As a martial artist, his physical fitness is probably better than Song Qingcheng's.

Xuan Zhen blew his beard and glared, "You are a girl, how can you be so strong? You are a little girl, and little girls should be gentle and kind. How can a little girl like you be so rude!"

"Hey... Hey... Old Taoist priest, I can't withstand your brute force!"

Song Qingcheng stood aside and sighed slowly.

Although the old man complained a lot about her, he was not angry at all.

She felt relieved now.

This old man is not an unreasonable person.

"Please hurry up, old man! New prescription!"

Song Qingcheng stretched out her white and tender hand, "A little later, not to mention other injuries, the excessive blood loss alone can kill him."

"Is it that exaggerated? Little girl, you are exaggerating a bit!"

Song Qingcheng, "?????????????"

"Pei Huaizhi is vomiting blood on the bed. Would I joke about my husband's life?"

Song Qingcheng was really angry. The situation was critical and lives were at stake, but why was this old man still hesitating? He didn't seem very reliable.

She really wanted to go all the way and capture the man, carry the old man directly in front of Pei Huaizhi, and see for herself whether what she said was true.

The old man on the Luohan bed turned away with a proud look on his face, "Hey! You little girl, you still know that boy is your husband! In my eyes, that boy is not as good as the maids around you! Humph!"

Now it was Song Qingcheng who looked confused.

It was really out of this world. How did this old man see it? Or was it that Pei Huaizhi, an adult, still complained to her?

It turned out to be because of this!

But this old man has been dragging his feet and not prescribing a new prescription for his apprentice. Isn't it his own apprentice who has to suffer?

Was she trying to say that the old angel had eccentric ideas or was unique?

"Hmph! You have nothing to say! You are such a fool, you don't know how to appreciate what you have. That boy is the best in the world, but you are still not satisfied."

Well, Song Qingcheng thought Pei Huaizhi’s father didn’t love him and his mother didn’t care for him, and the master who raised him since he was a child was also unreliable. Now it seems that she only guessed the former, and didn’t expect the latter to be true love! ! ! !

Protecting his son! He really is protecting his son!

It’s just hard to understand!

"You haven't died yet!"

"What?""

Then wait a little longer!" Master Xuan Zhen closed his eyes and continued to speak slowly.

Song Qingcheng stamped her feet anxiously, "If we wait any longer, she will really die!"

"It's better if he dies!" Master Xuanzhen suddenly opened his eyes, scaring Song Qingcheng.

"Ah?" Song Qingcheng said in surprise.

"If that's the case, I can take this brat back to Qingxuan Mountain!" Master Xuanzhen said proudly, with his hands folded across his chest.

Song Qingcheng was stunned. She never expected that there would be such an operation.

"No!" she cried, "He is my husband!"

"So what?" Master Xuan Zhen asked back, "He's not liked by you anyway, so why not come and learn Taoism from me!"

"I..." Song Qingcheng was speechless.

Xuanzhen looked like he was enjoying the show.

Finally, I compromised and treated everything I did as a little girl.

If he was really scared, the boy would probably be heartbroken again!

"That brat who didn't take his own life seriously is still alive! Why are you so anxious? I'm here. Even if the King of Hell comes to take his life, I can keep his life in the world of the living! Besides, there's too much blood clots on that brat's body. It may not be a bad thing to vomit it out!"

Xuan Zhen said this with a confident look on his face, his tone was full of domineering and absolute control in his own field. When Song Qingcheng heard this, the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said to Master Xuan Zhen, "Then please prescribe medicine for him as soon as possible, so that I can feel at ease."

Master Xuanzhen rolled his eyes at her, slowly stood up, and took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms.

He flipped through a few pages, muttered something, then picked up a pen and wrote down a prescription.

Song Qingcheng took the prescription and asked hurriedly, "How do I make this medicine?"

Master Xuan Zhen waved his hand impatiently: "Just do as it's written. How come you can't even do such a small thing?"

"Alright, alright, stop standing here. Ask someone to make the medicine. I'll go check on that kid." As he said that, Xuan Zhen slowly stood up.

Since the old angel said so, Song Qingcheng's worries were half gone.

"I have no choice but to trouble you, Master. Pei Huaizhi told me that he wanted to eat chicken noodle soup, so I have to make it for him!"

Xuan Zhen looked at Song Qingcheng strangely, "When did that brat change his preferences? Isn't it true that he hates noodles the most?"

"what???"

Song Qingcheng, ".......Why???"

She asked inexplicably.

"When we were in the mountains, I, the old Taoist priest, made noodles for my disciple three times a day. My disciple must have been injured by eating noodles. Later, he vomited due to stress whenever he mentioned noodles!"

"Forget about that kid, his mind is so deep that even his master can't see through it! But I really like it, old Taoist priest, make one more bowl!"

"it is good!"

Song Qingcheng agreed without hesitation. She was not that pretentious and would not be shy about cooking for the person she loved.

Treating Pei Huaizhi's real elders is a respectful attitude. Xuan Zhen is Pei Huaizhi's master, and naturally her elder. There is nothing wrong in making a bowl of noodles for an elder.

But thinking back to the time in Jinling, Pei Huaizhi still liked her very much. Yes, never mind. Just like Master said, Pei Huaizhi’s thoughts are really hard to guess.