It took a while after returning to Chunjingtang for Song Qingcheng to recover from her shock.

Pei Huaizhi's mouth corners slightly raised, and beside his thin lips, there was a hint of a smile. He really couldn't think of Song Qingcheng, who had framed Li Guogong's son, and the slightly confused Song Qingcheng together.

However, there were too many mysteries about Song Qingcheng, so he ordered people to secretly check one by one, but to no avail. This was a situation that the secret guards had never encountered before.

The reason for this situation is that Song Qingcheng is indeed like a blank sheet of paper. Then the question arises, where does her ability to predict the future come from?

If it wasn't the first reason, then why was the General's Mansion so foolproof?

After dinner, Song Qingcheng's gloomy look improved a lot.

Pei Huaizhi was holding a volume of Salt and Iron Theory. Ever since Song Qingcheng suffered from the soul-leaving syndrome last time, many of the books Pei Huaizhi often read were moved to Chunjingtang and had not been moved away.

Song Qingcheng was feeling a bit bored, so she picked up a book on military strategy from the desk, wondering if this guy was going to stay here.

Pei Huaizhi felt someone's obvious gaze on him. He looked up from his book discussion and quickly looked away. He glanced at Song Qingcheng, who seemed to be reading seriously but was actually glancing around in the book. Seeing how nervous she was, he didn't say anything.

Pei Huaizhi was really patient. Song Qingcheng slammed the military book in his hand shut, but in fact she had completely forgotten the strategy recorded in the book: "I won't move unless the enemy moves."

Song Qingcheng's pretty face once again showed a gentle and virtuous look as she glanced at Pei Huaizhi out of the corner of her eye. However, he just glanced at her with his deep eyes and continued to read the book in his hand.

Song Qingcheng: “????!!!”

"what does it mean?"

"Tomorrow's battle is very unusual. Third Master, won't you make preparations?" Song Qingcheng asked first.

Seeing Song Qingcheng speak, Pei Huaizhi put the book in his hand on the table next to him, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "What should I prepare? Please give me some advice, Madam."

Song Qingcheng wondered whether this person really didn't understand or was just pretending not to understand.

Song Qingcheng avoided his sight and suddenly remembered something. She got up and went to the side room. After a while, she came out of the side room with a carved brocade box, walked to Pei Huaizhi's side, and gently placed the brocade box next to his hand.

Pei Huaizhi looked inquiringly.

Song Qingcheng muttered softly, wondering when her memory became so bad.

"The bracelet that Third Master left behind that day, I saw that the material of the beads was very rare, and there was also a Taoist seal engraved on it. I thought it must be an extremely important thing for Third Master. I originally wanted to send it to him early, but was worried that something might go wrong, so I kept it with me. Now it can be returned to the owner."

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi's brows turned much colder, and so did his tone. When he was in Ninghe Hall, he felt that her protection was different.

Ah!

His expression changes faster than turning the pages of a book.

He gave her gifts, but she was not moved; he cared deeply about her, but she was also indifferent.

His concern made her even more polite.

The closer he got, the more she retreated into her shell like a turtle and became more distant.

Seeing Pei Huaizhi not accepting the letter and looking at her gloomily, Song Qingcheng wondered if it was because she returned it too late. She was about to explain but was interrupted by Pei Huaizhi's words, "I once asked you what you were afraid of from me, but you still haven't answered me. Are you afraid of having anything to do with me? But you are already my wife, and you personally requested the imperial edict, you seem to have forgotten?"

The atmosphere in Chunjingtang was a little ambiguous just now, but now it was solemn.

In her previous life, she admitted that she was wrong and it was her wishful thinking that led to her miserable life. So she was afraid of repeating the same mistakes as in her previous life. She was afraid that her self-conceit would end up in vain.

But she couldn't say these. In fact, she had no reason to blame Pei Huaizhi in this life. To her, the memories of her previous life were a shackle that she couldn't break free of.

Song Qingcheng didn't say anything, but just stood there stubbornly, her eyes unconsciously reddened.

Pei Huaizhi looked at Song Qingcheng standing in front of him. Her pretty face turned a little pale. His heart inexplicably stagnated, and he wondered if his tone was too harsh.

He also blamed himself for being so impatient, but she was the only ray of light in his childhood, so he couldn't let her go, but he didn't know how to get along with her so that she could open up to him.

Finally, he couldn't bear to force her, so he softened his tone, picked up the bracelet in the brocade box with his slender fingers, and put it on the slender wrist in front of him, "Hey! It was originally for you, why give it back to me."

As soon as the voice fell, it was okay without comfort, and this comfort made her feel even more wronged. At this moment, Song Qingcheng felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, and her tears fell like beads with broken strings.

She felt herself to be extremely useless. Such a small matter was not enough to make her cry. It was really inappropriate to cry so much, so she had to try her best to control her unruly tears.

He said angrily: "What kind of thing is this? I don't want it."

Pei Huaizhi had just seen her burst into tears. He, who claimed to be calm, felt as if his heart had been stabbed when he saw her in such tears. However, he could not help but teach her a lesson in a serious tone when he heard her speak without thinking, "Don't talk nonsense. This string of beads has been blessed."

Song Qingcheng curled her lips and said, "You are addicted to teaching me a lesson." But she didn't take off the white jade beads.

Pei Huaizhi was worried that Song Qingcheng would wait for him to leave, so he took off the bracelet and couldn't help but remind her, "Don't take it off unless it's absolutely necessary."

Song Qingcheng's eyes were red, and suddenly a thought flashed through her mind. He said that this bead was blessed. Could there be some saying that it could not show that she was a reborn soul?

She was startled and looked up at Pei Huaizhi. She was relieved when she saw that there was nothing unusual on his face.

At this time, Pei Huaizhi said, "This string of beads can calm the soul. I saw that you had the soul-separation syndrome that day. It should be triggered by rainy weather, lightning and thunder. This string of beads is engraved with a Taoist seal, which can calm the soul under certain circumstances. However, every time the soul-separation syndrome occurs, although it can save your life, there is no way to solve the pain of soul-separation."

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng felt complicated. She thought that the soul being extracted was something that only happened occasionally, but she didn't expect it to be so serious.

She recalled the feeling of suffocation on the verge of death and was horrified. She remembered that when she was close to Pei Huaizhi, the heart-wrenching pain would be alleviated a little. She wondered if it was possible that even if her soul was forced to stay in her body, she would die of pain without Pei Huaizhi, the medicine lead. God really liked to play jokes on her.

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