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

Pei Huaizhi turned around and bowed. Seeing that Song Huaiyi seemed to be hesitant to speak, he did not urge him.

Song Huaiyi stared at the young man in front of him. This young man was as pure and clear as the wind and moon, and his mind was unparalleled. He had fought on the battlefield for many years, and he thought that even if he could not fully understand the situation in the court, he could always understand it by 70%. However, he could not see through the young minister in front of him.

Pei Huaizhi's handsome face showed no emotion, "Father-in-law, if you have anything to say, you can speak frankly."

"Qingcheng has been spoiled by me, but it has caused trouble for Huaizhi. If it has caused any trouble, please tell me and I will definitely teach him a lesson."

Song Huaiyi seemed to be speaking seriously, but Pei Huaizhi understood that he was just worried that he would vent his anger on her.

"Father-in-law, you are too kind. Qingcheng is very dignified and virtuous." The young man had a calm and cold look and his tone was the same.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Huaiyi was puzzled, not sure whether the dignified and virtuous Huaizhi was referring to his cunning daughter.

He felt very relieved that his naughty daughter had grown up, but at the same time he felt very sad that his precious daughter had learned to be dignified and virtuous after getting married.

"I'm afraid Huaizhi will need to take care of us during this trip to Jiangnan." Song Huaiyi bowed solemnly to Pei Huaizhi and did not ask for permission because Pei Huaizhi was his son-in-law. He only hoped that his daughter could return safely.

Pei Huaizhi accepted the gift because he knew that if he didn't accept it, Song Huaiyi, as a father, would not be at ease. If he accepted it, he would protect Song Qingcheng's safety no matter what.

"Thank you! It's been a great help."

Song Huaiyi said.

"No need to thank me, she is also my wife!" Pei Huaizhi replied.

*

"What? I want to go to Jiangnan with you. Pei Huaizhi, no, did the Third Master agree?" Song Qingcheng's complexion had not fully recovered yet. At this moment, her face was still pale, but because of her anxiety, it was tinged with a little blush.

Shuqi stood outside. His wife seemed very happy, as if she had recovered from her illness. He returned to Song Qingcheng and said, "The emperor personally bestowed it during the court meeting today. The Third Master knows about it."

In fact, Song Qingcheng was also very conflicted. She wanted to stay away from Pei Huaizhi, but she also wanted to conquer Pei Huaizhi so that she could plan for the residence of the general who guards the country and completely rely on this powerful backer.

"Got it, go and reply, I'll be ready."

Song Qingcheng replied.

After Shuqi left, Xia He asked her, "We will leave the capital in three days. Will you still go to Guangzhao Temple?"

"We must go. We have to go even more when we are away from home. We will go early tomorrow morning. Let's prepare our things now."

Time was running out, so Song Qingcheng went to Guangzhao Temple early the next morning.

Song Qingcheng thought she had arrived very early, but she did not expect that the temple was already crowded with people, mostly women from the capital who came here to burn incense and worship Buddha.

She looked up and saw a place with a lot of people. She thought it was very accurate, so she pointed at it and asked, "Shall we go there too?"

After going up the stairs, they arrived at the entrance of the hall. There was a crowd of people at the entrance. Xia He, Chun Yu and the others protected Song Qingcheng in the middle to prevent her from being squeezed.

Song Qingcheng was so confused by the crowd that she couldn't help but ask, "Who on earth is this immortal?"

Xia He and the others finally sent Song Qingcheng into the hall, and Song Qingcheng knelt down devoutly in front of the empty cushion.

She put her hands together to show respect, kowtowed three times, then closed her eyes and said devoutly: "Dear believer, I beg the Buddha to bless the Song family to escape the disaster, and bless me to be healthy and smooth on this journey, and..."

"Hey! Girl!"

Someone patted Song Qingcheng on the shoulder. Song Qingcheng opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.

"Girl, you have come to the right place. This place is very effective for those who wish to have a child. You see, I am already three or four months pregnant. I am here to fulfill my wish."

"Ah?" Song Qingcheng was stunned. She raised her head and saw that it was indeed a statue with kind eyes, gazing at all living beings with the Buddha's light shining upon them.

He turned to look at the woman again, and his thoughts were diverted. In her previous life, she had also given birth to a child after ten months of pregnancy. When she was three or four months pregnant, she was just beginning to show signs of pregnancy. Why did this woman's belly seem to be as big as that of a six or seven-month pregnant woman?

I asked what was on my mind.

"Your belly?"

The woman smiled and said, "The doctor said that I am pregnant with triplets. My husband and I have been married for more than ten years without having any children, so he must have taken pity on me and this is the third baby!"

Song Qingcheng was dumbfounded, "But wasn't it Goddess Guanyin who gave birth to the child?"

The woman was also stunned: "Ah?"

There is a god within reach, Song Qingcheng became even more pious. Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings, so he will surely bless me, Song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng kowtowed three times devoutly.

Squeezing out of the hall, Xia He asked, "How is it, girl?"

Song Qingcheng was speechless and was about to leave when the young monk in the main hall came out and said to Song Qingcheng, "Please stay, benefactor."

She asked doubtfully, "What do you mean by that, Master?"

"Donor lady, everyone who comes to the temple has this sachet, I just forgot to take it."

Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched as she looked at the sachet handed to her by the little monk. She put it in the crowd and looked into the hall. It seemed that the Buddha had become more merciful.

"Thank you for the trip, Master."

Song Qingcheng took it with a steady smile.

Xia He and the others didn't know that the girl was praying for a child at this time. It turned out that the girl had thought so far ahead. Having a child would give this wealthy family a backbone.

Song Qingcheng took the sachet and was about to leave when she heard the little monk's voice again from behind her, "Donor lady, remember, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it!"

Hearing this, she paused, her heart suddenly startled, and she turned to look at the little monk, but he was no longer on the steps. She hurriedly lifted her skirt and ran up, but still could not see the little monk who had just given her the sachet. She wanted to ask him what he meant by this.

"What's wrong with the girl!" Xia He asked.

"There's nothing to do, let's go!" Maybe she was overthinking it.

*

study.

Pei Huaizhi asked: "How are the preparations going?"

Shuqi scratched his head and replied, "It should be almost ready."

Pei Huaizhi looked at Shuqi inquiringly, "What should it mean?"

"Oh, I heard from the people at Chunjing Hall that the Madam left home early in the morning and has not returned yet."

"Leaving the house!"

Pei Huaizhi murmured, his heart was moved.

"Go and welcome them!" he said unconsciously.

Pei Huaizhi's expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry, but it made Shuqi's eyes widen. He had followed the Third Master since he was a child, but he had never seen the Third Master so attentive to a woman. It was simply incomprehensible. As the old saying goes, there is always someone who can conquer you.

"What's that look in your face?"

Pei Huaizhi indeed glared at him at this moment.

"No, no, I'll go right away," Shuqi ran away like a gust of wind.