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

"Oh!"

Xia He looked as if she suddenly understood, and said admiringly, "Our girl is really amazing!"

Seeing that Xia He believed it so easily, Song Qingcheng laughed in her heart. She thought it was too easy to be fooled. She would teach these people around her to be more careful in the future.

Afterwards, after everything was ready, the master and servant went directly to the yamen, without ever thinking about whether Pei Huaizhi was there at that time.

Sure enough, Song Qingcheng went to the government office, but found it empty. She had never expected this because it was clearly noon and should have been the time for a break, but no one was there.

The people in the government office told her that Pei Huaizhi had taken his men to inspect the prefectures and counties early in the morning and was not sure how he would come back.

Song Qingcheng thought that it was not her fault that she failed to fulfill her duties as a wife.

She and Xia He came out of the government office and were about to return to Yi Garden when they came across a group of people. Leading them was Pei Huaizhi, who was dressed in tight clothes and looked even more heroic.

Obviously, Pei Huaizhi also saw her, but he seemed not to have expected her to come. He stared at the figure with his deep eyes for a moment, and all the unhappiness in his heart disappeared in an instant.

A group of officials followed him. When they saw Song Qingcheng's appearance, they couldn't help but think, no wonder this imperial envoy was so averse to women, it turned out that there was such a beautiful lady in his backyard.

That face, that slim waist, that fair skin.

Tsk tsk, no wonder, no wonder......

Moreover, she is the legitimate daughter of the General Guarding the Country. With such a beautiful wife, she would definitely look down on those mediocre women along the Qinhuai River.

Here, Song Qingcheng felt a little embarrassed being stared at by so many people, so she bowed slightly and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Pei Huaizhi dismounted his horse swiftly and walked to Song Qingcheng's side in a few steps. "Let's go together!" Then he took Song Qingcheng's hand and returned to the direction of Yiyuan.

Song Qingcheng really didn't expect what was wrong with Pei Huaizhi. Could he be possessed by some dirty creature? Why was he so proactive?

Xia He followed the two of them from a distance, covering her mouth and laughing.

A group of officials were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Is this still the imperial envoy who was vigorous and resolute, and only abided by the law and not human feelings? How... how... how... he looked so worthless? Could it be that they were wrong again, and this imperial envoy actually liked women the most?

The officials remembered the Imperial Envoy's preferences firmly in their minds: the Imperial Envoy likes fairies and thin waists. They took note of it, took note of it.

After that, some official was so talkative that the rumor about the imperial envoy having a thin waist spread throughout the streets and alleys of Jinling City.

What is even more strange is that the imperial envoy acquiesced and did not pursue the person who spread the rumor. In addition, a trend of women wearing waist binding started in Jinling City. This is a story for later.

Now, seeing the two men walking further and further away, the officials could not help but ask Zhang Shangshu of Jinling Xiaoliu Department, "Zhang Shangshu, look, we..."

We originally came back to discuss matters together, but now that the main characters have left, what is there to discuss?

Minister Zhang suppressed his raised lips and waved his hand in embarrassment, "Ahem, since the Imperial Envoy has important matters to attend to, we naturally cannot disturb him, so let's all go back first."

Everyone thought that they would be busy until late at night, but they didn't expect that they would disperse at noon. God knows, leaving the office so early felt like it happened in the previous life.

*

Pei Huaizhi and Song Qingcheng returned to Yiyuan quickly.

Song Qingcheng looked up and asked Pei Huaizhi: "Third Master, are you not busy anymore?"

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi looked down at her, but did not let go of her hand, "Oh, it's okay!

Song Qingcheng stopped talking. She felt a little sweat on their folded hands and felt a little uncomfortable.

She tried to pull her hand away, but failed.

Pei Huaizhi tightened his grip again and asked casually, "What did you do?", and then he went to the dining hall.

"I made you a bowl of longevity noodles?"

Pei Huaizhi raised his beautiful eyebrows, looked at her and said: "Today is not my birthday"

Song Qingcheng nodded and replied: "I know that the longevity of the Third Master is a blessing for the people and the country, so this longevity noodle should be eaten."

"When did you learn this?"

Pei Huaizhi's tone did not reveal any emotion.

I think Pei Huaizhi likes dignified ones, but that's not the real her.

Song Qingcheng gave a fake smile.

Xia He put the food box on the table and stepped aside.

After all this back and forth, even the soup and noodles separated and lost their original taste.

Song Qingcheng was a little embarrassed to take it out, "Third Master, what do you want to eat? Otherwise, I will ask someone to prepare another portion for you."

As he said this, he was about to take the lunch box away.

Pei Huaizhi glanced at the food box not far away and was slightly stunned. "You made it yourself."

This was the first time since getting married that he ate a meal prepared by his wife. He had to eat it, even if it was mixed with poison.

He hid his excitement and said calmly, "Don't bother. It's an emergency and it's shameful to waste money."

This is said in a very official way.

"Oh!"

Song Qingcheng nodded and took out the noodles from the food box.

The noodle soup was still warm, but the noodles in the other bowl were so clumpy that they couldn't be more clumpy. It looked like they no longer tasted good. It was such a waste of her good cooking skills.

"Third Master, are you sure you want to eat?"

The appearance of this noodle was not very good, but Pei Huaizhi still nodded.

After getting a positive response, Song Qingcheng began to mix the noodles.

Because the bowl for the noodles was smaller, she had to pour the noodles into the soup.

then.

"thump!"

The large piece of noodles fell into the soup with a plop, and the soup splashed everywhere. Pei Huaizhi immediately retreated when he saw this, and didn't have time to avoid the splashing soup.

He could feel a lot of juice splashed on his face. He held back the twitching of his mouth, silently picked up the handkerchief that Song Qingcheng had placed on the table, wiped his face, and then put it back to her hand without making a sound.

Song Qingcheng, who was still struggling with the noodles, didn't notice it at all. She was trying hard to mix the noodles for him. But the noodles were tightly clumped together, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't mix them properly.

This is like shooting oneself in the foot.

This is really difficult.

Shuqi, who was outside the door, stepped over the threshold and said, "Madam, I'm here!" Today, the adults must eat the food.

Before Shuqi could make a move, Pei Huai gave him a cold look, pinning him firmly in place.

Shuqi touched his nose and returned to his original position.

Xia He originally wanted to step forward to help, but was obviously frightened by Pei Huaizhi's eyes. She couldn't help but blame herself for coming up with such a bad idea that embarrassed the girl in front of the Third Master.

Pei Huaizhi sighed slightly and found it funny, "Let me do it!", and took the chopsticks from Song Qingcheng's hand.

Unlike Song Qingcheng's grunting, Pei Huaizhi managed to spread the dough evenly in just a few strokes.

Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly. In her previous life, she was the most virtuous woman in the whole capital. Now, has she completely lost her standard?

Pei Huaizhi was very considerate. Even though the food looked unpalatable, he still finished it.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing that he had finished eating, Song Qingcheng asked with a sense of luck.

Pei Huaizhi raised his head and replied with a smile.