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

A "violent woman!" really shocked Song Qingcheng, and she was the kind that was crispy on the inside and tender on the outside.

She was a little speechless. Was this considered an accidental injury? This person was embroidering and making patterns at home. The pot came from the sky. Who put the pot of shit on her head?

Feng Ping was killed!

The world is in decline!

Song Qingcheng said repeatedly in her heart that even though she was not as virtuous as in her previous life and was almost like a dog, she was not at all like a "shrew!"

Song Qingcheng felt like crying but had no tears, wailing why all those dirty things had to get involved!

I don’t know who hurt her like this. Doesn’t he see that Pei Huaizhi is a man who fears his wife?

Seeing that no one was talking, Deyang had a gloating look on his face, "Why don't you have anything to say? I must have hit a sore spot."

"I see, besides your exceptionally good looks, there's nothing special about you, right?"

Deyang looked at Song Qingcheng and asked, "Your waist is quite thin." He looked at himself again. She had recently resumed her normal diet, but she had unexpectedly eaten more than before, which caused her half-inch waist to return to its previous shape.

Thinking of this, she felt a little jealous of Song Qingcheng.

Seeing that Deyang was not easy to get rid of, Song Qingcheng thought that it might not be possible to go today. She did not answer Deyang's question, but said, "Would the village chief like to come in and sit down?"

Deyang looked at the door, then glanced at Song Qingcheng and said, "Just go in, I am not afraid of you." After saying that, he twisted his slender waist and walked into Yiyuan.

Xia He said worriedly: "Girl, isn't this inviting a wolf into the house?"

Seeing Little Potato walking in front of her, Song Qingcheng smiled and said, "I'm just joking out of boredom. What are you afraid of?" Although she had only met Deyang twice, after a few words, she felt that Deyang was a spoiled child. In fact, his eyes were very pure.

Arrived at the flower hall!

Deyang was as casual as if he were at home. He sat on the stool without waiting for instructions. "Tell me, what do you want in order to leave Brother Pei?"

That’s what I said!

Song Qingcheng sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Deyang asked as he took out a very large purse from his side.

Song Qingcheng had never seen such a big purse in her life. Jinling was indeed different.

"Snapped!"

Deyang took out a large stack of crumpled banknotes and slapped them in front of Song Qingcheng, with an expression on his face that said, "The village master can't figure you out."

"One hundred thousand taels of silver!" Deyang said, "As long as you, a fierce woman, leave Brother Pei, the hundred thousand taels will be yours!"

After saying that, Deyang crossed his arms and waited for Song Qingcheng to talk.

"Sigh~"

There was a hissing sound from somewhere, like the roof.

But who cares about this strange noise now?

Because Song Qingcheng was completely shocked. She was wrong. Deyang was obviously not a small potato, but a small golden potato.

It is true that her father taught her since she was young that a person should have principles and backbone, and should never bow down for a few pieces of silver. But what she had in front of her was not a few pieces of silver, but a full 100,000 taels of silver.

What should she do if she wavers? It is said that Jinling is rich, but I didn’t expect it to be so rich that a girl in the boudoir could spend 100,000 taels at a time!

How many flowers would it take to earn enough? She really likes this method!

Her emotions made her want to take the money and return to the capital immediately, because if she refused, she would never be able to meet such a rich and stupid person again. However, her mind told her that one should have a bottom line and should not be blinded by money and ignore the consequences. Pei Huaizhi was her panacea and strong backer.

"How is it?"

Deyang pursed his red lips towards Song Qingcheng, signaling her to make a quick decision.

Although Song Qingcheng was struggling deep down in her heart, she maintained a composed look on the surface.

*

Shuqi happened to meet Wu Songsong, Yiyuan's secret guard, in front of the government office. Wu Songsong was good at martial arts and had once killed a big tiger with one hand, so Pei Huaizhi ordered his men to secretly protect Song Qingcheng for twelve hours a day.

One is to prevent someone like Mrs. Cao from going to Yiyuan again with ulterior motives.

Secondly, the implementation of land survey was accelerated, and it was inevitable that some scoundrels would approach Song Qingcheng, in order to prevent her from getting into danger and being out of reach of him.

If it weren't for something important, Wu Songsong would not have left his post at this time.

Shuqi went to meet him, "What's the matter?"

"It just so happens that Lord Deyang has gone to Yi Garden!"

"Are you embarrassing the young lady?"

"No"

"Why are you like this!" Shuqi looked at him.

Wu Songsong: "It's the Lord of Deyang Township, who wants to use 100,000 taels of silver to make the Third Young Lady leave the Third Master!"

Hearing this, Shuqi was shocked, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "What? What did you say!" The birds in the yard were frightened and flew away.

He flapped his wings too hard, and a bit of bird droppings fell down and landed on the two men's heads, but they didn't notice!

Wu Songsong nodded and repeated it again.

"Did the young madam agree?"

"Before I came...," Wu Songsong's promise to his son had not yet been uttered, but Shuqi ran away as if his butt was on fire. In addition, because he ran too fast, his left foot hit his right foot and he almost fell to the ground. It seemed that he was going to deliver a letter to the third master.

Wu Songsong scratched his head, knowing that he could not leave Yi Garden for too long, so he used his feet to perform light skills and returned to the beam of Yi Garden in a few steps. He quietly hid his body, took out a small notebook from his arms, used the girl's inkjet as a pen, and started to record.

But even if the Third Master was the master, he couldn't help but complain. This person was right next to him, was there any need to make so much trouble?

Once, when the seven-day deadline was up, Wu Song handed Shuqi a thick stack of notebooks and asked about the doubts in his mind, but Shuqi laughed at him harshly, saying that this was the interest between a young couple and what did he know.

But he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, as Shuqi was never always accurate in his words.

But today's matter is rather special after all. If we wait for a few days, I'm afraid the benefits will be gone, so I went to find the Third Master in time.

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi was looking at the land measurement book in the study.

However, the usually unsteady attendant became even more unsteady, with an anxious look on his face, and he shouted loudly: "No... no, sir! No!"

After running into the study, he bent down, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped heavily, obviously running too fast.

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyelids and frowned in disdain when he saw the unclean thing on Shuqi's head. "Is there a ghost chasing you?"

Shuqi took a breath, straightened up, and looked at Pei Huaizhi with sympathy, "Sir, I told you not to be angry!"

"Say!"

Pei Huaizhi spat out a word coldly.

"The secret guards of Yi Garden reported that the Third Young Madam wants to kick you out and sell you out!"