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

Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng walked out of Ninghe Hall one after another.

At this time, the sun was setting.

Pei Huaizhi did not let go of Song Qingcheng's hand, and Song Qingcheng lagged behind him half a step.

Reluctantly, she let him lead her. She glanced sideways and saw the man still wearing the green shirt. His profile was handsome and flawless. He really had a unique good appearance and the character of a scholar who was unusually strong. They were obviously two different styles, but very harmonious. Even with such a bland color, it had a unique flavor on him. Who in the world would not have some affection for such a man? It was no wonder that she had thrown herself into a flame in her previous life.

Thinking of my previous life.

She was really simple-minded and only wanted to be a good wife and mother. She didn't have the mind to figure out anything else. Maybe she also felt that Xie was strange, but she really didn't take it to heart. Now she racked her brains to recall, but she could only barely remember that Pei Huaizhi felt out of place in this Duke's Mansion.

She had always had a question in her mind, and just now in Ninghe Hall, her doubts deepened.

Why did Xie treat all the children with such affection, but act strangely towards Pei Huaizhi? Moreover, what frightened her even more during the chaos just now was the flash of disgust and hatred that Xie showed.

That was definitely not the look a mother gives her son.

She thought back to her past life. Even though she did everything perfectly, Xie still didn't like her. In her previous life, she thought it was because she didn't do well enough. Now she wondered if it was related to Pei Huaizhi.

Pei Huaizhi felt her gaze, but did not turn his head. He asked calmly, "What are you looking at?"

"nothing"

Song Qingcheng replied habitually. She couldn't say, "I'm wondering if you are my biological child."

"Yeah." Pei Huaizhi responded, and then nothing more happened.

Song Qingcheng couldn't hold back her temper, "Second Master, those Tatars are very barbaric."

"Um"

"I also heard that Tatars are very tough."

"Um"

"I also heard that the Tatars are all skilled in martial arts."

"Um"

"It is said that the Tatars eat human flesh alive"

"Well, what do you want to say? Worry about me?"

As the conversation went on, Song Qingcheng became angrier and angrier, but Pei Huaizhi became more and more calm and composed, unperturbed by praise or criticism.

Song Qingcheng was so angry that she shook off Pei Huaizhi's hand. She was a little annoyed at herself for meddling in other people's business, but Pei Huaizhi always had his own way.

A low laugh came from behind.

Song Qingcheng turned around suddenly, her eyes wide open, completely annoyed by someone's ungrateful behavior, but Pei Huaizhi wanted to remind her that she didn't look fierce at all, but more like a spoiled child.

Knowing that Song Qingcheng might be worried about him, he comforted her, "It's okay, I know what I'm doing in this matter." His deep voice was a bit misleading.

Song Qingcheng naturally thought of her past life. Pei Huaizhi really never fought a battle without preparation. At least in her past life, she had never seen him timid or hesitant. It seemed that he knew everything.

She also knew and remembered that in her previous life, Pei Huaizhi was twenty years old and was just beginning to show his talent, so she didn't have to worry. However, she always felt uneasy because many people and things in this life had changed to varying degrees. So she was worried that Pei Huaizhi's fate had also changed.

So she couldn't help but remind him.

"But, Pei Huaizhi, you are a civil official. You will have no rivals if you sit in the rear. But tomorrow you will be a general who will go into battle and kill the enemy. Swords have no eyes. How can you be sure of your safety? Why don't you think of a way to avoid a head-on conflict with the Tatars?" She knew that with Pei Huaizhi's scheming and scheming, there was definitely a way to make the Tatars retreat without a fight.

Pei Huaizhi discovered that when Song Qingcheng was not pretending to be virtuous to him, she would call him by his name. He was not angry, and he felt it was better than when she politely called him Second Master.

"Are you listening to me?"

Song Qingcheng asked.

Pei Huaizhi naturally heard it, "I heard it, but this method is indeed the simplest and most direct method. Besides, if we fight, I may not lose."

His expression was really calm, which made Song Qingcheng feel at ease. This man never boasted. Since he said that he would not lose, then he probably would not lose.

But she was just a little puzzled, could this person really know martial arts?

Seeing her confusion, he took the initiative to explain, "When I was young, I was very weak. I went to the temple and the master gave me a few secret books. I can write it myself."

Song Qingcheng finally understood what she was worrying about.

If it were someone else, Pei Huaizhi would not have explained it so clearly. He just told her all this because he didn't want to make Song Qingcheng worry at all.

"You're not angry."

Song Qingcheng asked for no reason.

But Pei Huaizhi knew what she was asking, "Let's go, we're used to it, why are we angry? Besides, we've already paid the money."

Song Qingcheng thought of Pei Huaiming's broken leg, "Did his leg hurt the bones? Will he be disabled?"

In fact, Song Qingcheng asked this question just to test Pei Huaizhi's bottom line. If they have different ideas and cannot work together in the future, how will Pei Huaizhi treat her?

"will not!"

Pei Huaizhi glanced at Song Qingcheng with an unclear expression, and then saw that she was obviously relieved.

As if his thoughts were exposed, Song Qing felt guilty for no reason and smiled at him to cover it up.

Pei Huaizhi smiled, "I won't be disabled, but I will probably walk with a limp in the future. Big brother must have been very ruthless!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng frowned slightly, thinking of the honest, dull, and docile old man Pei Huailiang, who was strictly controlled by the eldest grandmother Wang Zhirou, and blurted out, "How is it possible?"

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyes slightly, and his handsome face flickered in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He thought to himself that after all, she was just a young girl who had not experienced much of the world. Even if she was very smart, she had been brought up in the palm of her hand since she was a child. She had a pure mind and liked to show off everything. She knew a lot about open conspiracies, but she might not have been exposed to secret plots.

Sometimes simplicity is not always a good thing.

So Pei Huaizhi said, "Ha! What's impossible?"

These words really overturned Song Qingcheng's three views. In fact, in her past life and this life combined, she had never paid much attention to Pei Huailiang. It was really that he had no sense of existence.

In the past, the eldest grandmother, Wang Zhirou, always told her sisters-in-law every other day that if she, Wang Zhirou, was not in the first house, the eldest master and his two sisters would have nothing to do.

Is not it?

Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng still broke out in a cold sweat in Ji Xia's world.

What was she doing in her previous life? Didn’t she recognize anyone in the Duke’s Mansion?

*

When the two of them returned to Chunjingtang, Song Qingcheng had not yet come to her senses.

When Aunt Zhang saw Pei Huaizhi holding Song Qingcheng's hand, she couldn't help but feel happy. This showed that they knew how good each other was. But why did the girl look a little dazed?