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

Pei Huaizhi, who had just woken up, stared at Song Qingcheng quietly. His little face, which had seemed very calm just now, suddenly frowned for some reason, as if he had encountered some difficult problem.

He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to bother her so much.

Could it be a matter of the court?

Pei Huaizhi was a little worried!

Not long after, Song Qingcheng's crisp and slightly collapsed voice reached Pei Huaizhi's ears!

It’s still that bad sentence!

Pei Huaizhi didn't know what happened!

I really want to ask!

I saw Song Qingcheng put down the account book and brush in her hand with a click!

She patted her head!

How could I forget about the charcoal fire!

How could she forget that the time is almost here! Soon, the once-in-a-century cold snap will come, followed by a heavy snowfall. This snowfall may last for a long time, causing the temperature to drop sharply. The dignitaries in the capital are the most hedonistic and need a lot of charcoal to keep warm.

Throughout the cold winter, we must make the house as warm as spring!

In the previous life, the price of charcoal once exceeded that of gold!

However, no one knew there would be a late spring cold snap!

Although prominent families and high-ranking officials would have some charcoal in stock at their homes, by this time the charcoal would usually be almost gone.

After all, during these time periods, as the weather gradually gets warmer, the demand for these more seasonal items has decreased a lot.

……

This is exactly the opportunity that Song Qingcheng is aiming for - the gap in news and information. She wants to use this to make a fortune.

Now we must arrange for someone to place the charcoal fire. If we don't reserve enough in advance, we may not even be able to buy it when the time comes. Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng couldn't help feeling anxious!

In fact, charcoal is expensive and ordinary people can't afford it.

Most people use firewood to keep warm!

If Song Qingcheng wants to accomplish this, she knows that her charcoal business will not affect other people!

So Song Qingcheng originally planned to play a high-end game.

The richest part of the capital, the one that has the least shortage of money.

The blizzard blocked the road, so she arranged for people to transport the charcoal stored outside the city into the city.

Otherwise, even if she wanted to get rid of it, the blizzard would block her way and it would fall into her hands.

There have been so many things going on recently that she almost forgot such an important thing.

Song Qingcheng put down the account book in her hand and hurriedly wanted to go out to arrange her subordinates.

He also didn't notice that Pei Huaizhi had woken up.

"Panic...what?"

Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Pei Huaizhi's originally pleasant and magnetic voice sounded like it had been polished by sandpaper, low and deep, with a strong hoarseness.

Hearing the noise, Song Qingcheng suddenly turned around and looked at Pei Huaizhi, and saw him looking at her with clear eyes.

The dark double pupils were extremely deep, no longer the distracted and empty look they had before.

"you're awake!"

Song Qingcheng approached Pei Huaizhi happily.

"woke up!"

Pei Huaizhi moved his arms slightly, trying to prop himself up, but he had just recovered a little bit of energy and his arms did not have much strength.

"Why!"

Song Qingcheng hurriedly held down Pei Huaizhi, feeling scared, "You'd better be honest!" Song Qingcheng remembered that she did not stop Pei Huaizhi at the beginning and let him sit up.

Later, Master Xuan Zhen told her that because of this, the ribs that had just been fixed had moved again and almost pierced her internal organs.

Song Qingcheng felt a little scared.

Although Pei Huaizhi seems to be in better spirits now, we still have to be cautious about some things as we have learned from our mistakes.

Besides, Master Xuanzhen is not here.

If the bone breaks before it has fully grown, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

"It doesn't matter!"

Pei Huaizhi knew his physical condition. He had no problem sitting up now, especially after lying down for so long. Even he could hardly stand up. He felt his body was extremely stiff and urgently needed to loosen his joints.

Song Qingcheng wouldn't agree!

Even a righteous refusal!

Pei Huaizhi thought of Song Qingcheng in his dream, whose face was as pale as paper. She was only in her twenties, but she was already bedridden.

The master in his dream told him that if he wanted to save Song Qingcheng, he had to get the Polar Snow Lotus.

The Arctic and the Great Wei are not only thousands of miles apart, but are also legendary places.

In his dream, in order to save time, he used his life as bait to strangle the rebels. He worked tirelessly and finally supported the new king to succeed to the throne. He also achieved a high position among the ministers.

Then we went far to the polar regions.

When he returned to the capital after a life-threatening situation, he never expected to see Song Qingcheng's body.

The dream was heart-wrenching.

Even if I wake up now and know it was all a dream, I can still feel the pain clearly.

Song Qingcheng saw Pei Huaizhi's panic and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Pei Huaizhi came back to his senses, "Why are you so flustered?"

"Oh, after a while...something needs to be taken care of in the shop!"

Song Qingcheng changed the subject and said, "You'd better not get up rashly, got it?"

"Actually, I'm fine!"

Pei Huaizhi smiled faintly. What he said was actually true. Pei Huaizhi himself knew medical skills. He knew that his broken bones were slowly being put back in place. He was not in danger of death and would just need to recuperate for the next few days.

"No, no, no!"

Song Qingcheng refused again and again, "Just stay still and rest!"

When Pei Huaizhi saw Song Qingcheng's serious little face, although he felt a little helpless, a warm feeling flashed through his heart, and at the same time he felt a little distressed.

Before Song Qingcheng could react, Pei Huaizhi raised his hand and pinched Song Qingcheng's face.

“Where’s the meat?”

Song Qingcheng didn't feel any pain, obviously Pei Huaizhi didn't use any strength.

But it still made her a little confused, what was the meat or not.

Song Qingcheng was somewhat suspicious whether Pei Huaizhi was not fully awake yet.

Maybe her expression was too obvious.

Pei Huaizhi, "I'm not confused. I mean, how did you become so thin?"

Song Qingcheng was speechless for a moment.

"Didn't I tell you that everything is under my control, so you don't have to worry too much?"

Pei Huaizhi did tell him not to worry before he fell into a coma.

But the matter was too serious, and no matter how brave Song Qingcheng was, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Plus a poor appetite.

Song Qingcheng seemed to have lost a lot of weight and was indeed thinner.

Pei Huaizhi was worried that Song Qingcheng would become like the Song Qingcheng in his dream, becoming increasingly weak and mentally ill.

Song Qingcheng didn't care about it. In the Wei Dynasty, thinness has always been considered beautiful for women.

Otherwise, when in Jinling, Cao Xiangxiang fell in love with Pei Huaizhi, starved herself to the point of having a slender waist, and finally fainted on the ground.

Some women even have a somewhat distorted aesthetic.

Although Song Qingcheng has lost a lot of weight, she is still different from the other women in the capital, who are weak and frail.

"Don't skip meals!" Pei Huaizhi said suddenly.