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

Song Qingcheng was very conflicted and tangled. She was not sure whether she should continue to fight for it or just give up.

After all, what happened to her was too unbelievable!

If even a little bit of this gets out, the consequences will be disastrous...

Xuan Zhen looked at Song Qing's eyes which were filled with complex emotions. His eyes were moving around, and no one knew what he was thinking!

He thought to himself, "It turns out that brat just likes people who are cunning and smart like little foxes!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head helplessly.

It can be said that one thing can defeat another! !

"You little girl, don't bother to think of excuses to fool me, the old Taoist priest. Just answer my question quickly! Have you ever seen that old monk?"

He asked calmly, but his eyes revealed a hint of majesty, as if he could see through her inner thoughts.

Song Qingcheng's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to her composure. She shook her head gently, indicating that she had never seen the old monk.

Xuanzhen, "..."

Song Qingcheng, "I've really never seen it before!!"

"But I haven't seen the old monk, but I have seen the young monk!"

It’s no exaggeration to say that Nian Kong looks even younger than her and Pei Huaizhi, and he really doesn’t look like an old monk.

At this point, Master Xuan Zhen snorted arrogantly, "You are already a thousand-year-old turtle, why are you pretending to be young!"

Hear this!

Song Qingcheng couldn't believe it. "What thousand-year-old turtle? Are you talking about Master Niankong? He shouldn't have lived for a thousand years! That's too much!"

"He is still a young monk. He is already in his seventies, the same age as the old Taoist!"

"what!"

"Girl, what's that tone, what's that expression????"

Xuan Zhen was dissatisfied with Song Qingcheng's expression, and asked with a glare.

You can't blame her for this! After all, she looks like a teenager and acts like a child.

And she kept calling, "Little Master Niankong"

But... in this case, doesn't it mean that we have to change the address? "Little Master Niankong... is Master Niankong."

Ouch, why does it feel so awkward to say this?

Song Qingcheng is like Niankong from Wanzhao Temple.

No wonder her face looked weird every time she called him little master!

So that's how it is... Today Song Qingcheng finally understood everything!

However, the word "old" does not really match his childish face, which makes it a little hard to accept.

However, now that I already know the person's real age, I can only slowly get used to this new name.

Song Qingcheng glanced at Xuan Zhen, who had a gray beard.

"Why do you do that? Why do others do that?"

Song Qingcheng didn't say the next words, thinking to herself: "I can't anger this old Taoist priest again. My life is still in his hands!"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't say those impulsive words.

After all, he who knows the times is a hero!

Xuan Zhen glanced at Song Qingcheng and said, "You are hesitant to speak when you want to speak. You don't look like a hero!"

Song Qingcheng, "............? What else? I am indeed not a hero. If you two were standing together now, you could even call her your grandson!"

"Huh! You little girl, don't you understand?"

Xuan Zhen was not angry when he heard what Song Qingcheng said.