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

She leaned so close to him, blinking her sparkling eyes and looking at him playfully.

Pei Huaizhi slightly moved his stiff body, his narrow eyes seemed to smile, and he said slowly: "What's the smell?"

Song Qingcheng's heart, which had been calm before, was now pounding. What was going on? Why did she feel like she was being teased by Pei Huaizhi? As expected, after being immersed in the officialdom for so long, Guan Hui turned the tables.

This time I was not careful and fell into the trap he set.

Fortunately, fortunately, Song Qingcheng was glad that she thought quickly.

Song Qingcheng pretended to be silent for a while before looking at him and said, "The smell of the powder is a bit pungent, didn't Third Master feel it?"

Pei Huaizhi smiled and shook his head, but replied lightly: "Indeed!"

She found that Pei Huaizhi looked at her with a light gaze, which made her inexplicably embarrassed, and two blushes quietly appeared on her white porcelain cheeks.

It was this word "indeed" that made me wonder if it meant jealousy as she thought, or the smell of medicine that she just mentioned.

"I thought it was the Third Master who was unhappy?"

Well, she was just being too sentimental. She failed to tease and ended up being teased instead.

"We are heading south tomorrow, Third Master, you should rest quickly to avoid delaying the trip. If His Majesty blames you, Third Master can't take out the dagger and stab yourself again to apologize!"

Song Qingcheng wanted to get over what had just happened as soon as possible, so she reminded him.

"Thank you for your concern, ma'am."

Song Qingcheng looked at him strangely, not knowing if it was her illusion. She always felt that there was something else behind Pei Huaizhi's words, and in those bewitching eyes, there seemed to be a vague inexplicable feeling... What was it?

Song Qingcheng thought about it seriously, as if it was an expectation!

But she had no idea what this thoughtful man expected, so she politely replied, "You're welcome, Third Master called me Madam, and that's what I should do."

"Third Master, please take a rest first. I still have some things to deal with."

Song Qingcheng picked up the things at hand and prepared to leave.

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi was really a little annoyed. This woman always wanted to avoid him. He thought that because of his serious injury, she would stay and take care of him for a while, but he didn't expect that another bucket of cold water would fall from the sky.

But what made him angry was not Song Qingcheng, but his own pretentiousness.

Forget it. In his youth, he was a cultivator, not a monk. It was normal for a monk with pure six senses to have some seven emotions and six desires. He could just comfort himself in this way.

He simply decided not to look at it and kept his mind clear. He closed his eyes and waved his hand. Even though his wound was affected, his brows furrowed slightly.

This set of actions, in Song Qingcheng's eyes, really seemed to indicate another form of disdain for her.

It just led to misunderstanding between each other.

Song Qingcheng's statement that she had something to deal with was not an excuse.

Song Qingcheng frowned, turned around and left the study.

At the door, Shuqi, standing at the door, called out flatteringly, "Madam."

Song Qingcheng nodded, smiled, and walked forward.

"Madam, you better come back!"

Song Qingcheng stopped and looked at the study thoughtfully. She didn't say yes or no.

Wait until Song Qingcheng is completely gone.

A cool sound was heard from the study.

"Get in!"

Shuqi felt a chill on his back, and walked into the study with a look of resignation, like a warrior wringing his hands.

"grown ups!"

Pei Huaizhi didn't say anything, just stared at him, which made him feel uneasy.

"I know my mistake!"

"Where did you go wrong?"

Shuqi lowered his head deeply, "It was my negligence that allowed Miss Cousin to enter the study."

"Well, what else?"

"besides?"

Seeing Shuqi was confused, Pei Huaizhi wanted to twist off the long hair in front of him, "Didn't I ask you to send me to Chunhe Hall, why am I in the study?"

Upon hearing this, Shuqi's head was in turmoil. He had not heard such instructions from the Lord. He was doomed. The Lord must have wanted to use a self-torture strategy to get close to the Madam, but he had messed it up. What kind of pig brain was he? No wonder the Lord was so angry that he looked like he wanted to skin him alive.

"Forget it, you go down first."

Pei Huaizhi said with great regret.

Shuqi made up his mind that he would ask the lady to come back to him later.

*

Xia Fu Tang

The sun sets in the west and dusk gradually deepens. Although half of the heat has been eliminated, the night wind is still a bit dry.

Pei Huairu came back from the martial arts arena. Perhaps because she was overheated, her appetite was not very good. She didn't eat much at dinner time.

Thinking of Song Qingcheng, she became more and more irritated.

The maid brought her some iced honeydew melon and placed it in front of her for her to enjoy, while another maid stood beside her and fanned her gently.

Pei Huairu took a few bites of the iced honeydew melon, and after cooling down, she felt much better.

Just now, she asked the servant to go to Chunhe Hall to inquire.

The servant came back to report to her that Song Qingcheng had returned, and it was the most trusted servant around the third brother who went to pick her up personally. Everyone in the mansion knew that Shuqi's status was naturally not that of an ordinary servant.

Therefore, everyone in the mansion called him Master Shuqi.

Even she, the eldest daughter of a duke's mansion, could not be ordered around at will.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingcheng is such a big shot.

Pei Huairu glanced at the sky outside. Lights had been turned on everywhere, illuminating the entire yard. It was getting late, so she thought Song Qingcheng would not come to see her.

She was completely relieved and felt less anxious.

My mood improved and the honeydew melon in my hand felt sweeter.

At this moment.

Suddenly, a slight sound was heard from outside!

"Step aside!"

Pei Huairu was very familiar with this voice, it was Song Qingcheng.

Pei Huairu was panicking, knowing that Song Qingcheng came over so late at night, it must be because she was thrown into the martial arts arena at noon.

As long as she doesn't insist that she went back home first, who can say that she deliberately abandoned him in the suburbs of Beijing?

Correct!

Pei Huairu made up her mind what to do.

At this time, Song Qingcheng had already entered the house despite the maid's attempt to stop her.

Song Qingcheng looked at the pile of food on the table and said, "Third sister has a good appetite. No wonder your belly has become fatter recently."

Before Pei Huairu could speak, Song Qingcheng continued, "The ancients really did not deceive me. After seeing my third sister, my third sister-in-law now understands what it means to be happy and fat."

The women of the Wei Dynasty were of various shapes and sizes, and each had their own unique characteristics. Slenderness was not necessarily the key to beauty.

Song Qingcheng knew that Pei Huairu was particularly concerned about her weight. In her previous life, she easily ate to the point of fainting because she wanted to have the title of having the thinnest waist in Wei.

At that time, Song Qingcheng, her sister-in-law, was worried about her health and took great pains to cook fat-reducing meals for her herself.

Thinking about it now, Song Qingcheng just wanted to slap herself twice!

Pei Huairu was indeed very angry when she heard this.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Song Qingcheng sneered, "Sister-in-law, I just feel that some accounts should be settled!"