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

Hearing this, the officials on all sides raised their heads and looked at Pei Huaizhi curiously, with sympathy in their expressions.

He also secretly added a conclusion: the imperial envoy was indeed not deceiving people. He really had a shrewish woman at home and was a true henpecked husband.

We are in the same boat, we are in the same boat!

Colleagues shook their heads.

At this time, Pei Huaizhi opened his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Compared to his long-time attendant who was in a hurry, the person involved seemed a little too calm. He did not seem to feel that this matter was so embarrassing. On the contrary, he was very happy about the misunderstanding of his colleagues.

Shuqi leaned over to Pei Huaizhi's ear and explained the whole story in detail. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Pei Huaizhi's face was no longer as elegant as before.

The officials pricked up their ears to learn about the imperial envoy's family secrets, but because they were far away, they did not hear anything substantial.

But after the long-time attendant finished speaking, Pei Huaizhi suddenly stood up, his sleeves flying, and walked out of the study, leaving the officials who were reporting to the meeting looking at each other in bewilderment.

The change was so fast that Shuqi couldn't help but shudder when he saw his master's obviously ugly expression.

Pei Huaizhi took a deep breath. He had a feeling that Song Qingcheng would agree for no reason. Was she short of money?

Then he quickened his pace to Ripple Garden.

At the same time, in Yiyuan, Song Qingcheng tentatively picked up the huge stack of silver bills. Fortunately, the face value was large, otherwise it would have been a large box.

"You agreed"

Deyang asked excitedly.

"Hey!"

Song Qingcheng sighed, and said, "But Third Master, he can't leave me. What should I do? There are many good men in the world. Why don't you find another good match?"

Her voice sounded like she was coaxing a child.

Then she continued, "Actually, your brother Pei is not as good as you think. To be honest, is he sick?"

Deyang opened his eyes wide, his mouth wide enough to fit a date, and asked mysteriously, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingcheng was a little embarrassed, "Then I'll tell you, can you keep it a secret?"

Deyang raised a tender white hand, "I swear by this village master!"

"He can't!"

Song Qingcheng said with a distressed look on her face.

"what?!"

Deyang didn't understand.

At this time, when Pei Huaizhi arrived at the flower hall, he saw from a distance that Song Qingcheng was holding a banknote with a smile on her face. Did she accept it? A dangerous gleam flashed in Pei Huaizhi's phoenix eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shuqi, who was standing beside him, glanced at Pei Huaizhi's face secretly and couldn't help but worry for Song Qingcheng. Looking back, he felt that it might be a good idea to use this matter to provoke Pei Huaizhi. After all, the two of them really didn't look like a proper young couple.

No matter who says, this couple who got married not long ago should be very affectionate and sweet, and they feel like a long time has passed since they last met for three days. I have never seen them so calm before, and Shuqi curled his lips secretly.

Pei Huaizhi took two steps at a time up the corridor and entered the flower hall. His eyes were filled with frost as he stared at Song Qingcheng's hand holding a large stack of banknotes without saying a word.

Song Qingcheng and Deyang also discovered Pei Huaizhi at a certain time.

Deyang's eyes lit up and he forgot about whether it would work or not. He called out, "Brother Pei."

Pei Huaizhi seemed not to hear it.

Song Qingcheng felt embarrassed as if she had been caught, and Pei Huaizhi's scorching gaze seemed to burn a hole in her hand holding the banknote.

"Shuqi, send off the Lord of Deyang!"

Even a fool could feel that the man in front of him was angry.

Deyang stood up tactfully and wanted to leave. Perhaps it was because he had too much spare money and apparently forgot to take the banknotes away. Or maybe Shuqi was thoughtful and ran to Song Qingcheng and said, "Madam," and then took the banknotes out of her hand. Song Qingcheng used force, so Shuqi had to use force when taking them out.

In Pei Huaizhi's eyes, this reinforced Song Qingcheng's suspicion that she wanted the banknotes but not him, and Pei Huaizhi's face became even darker.

Song Qingcheng was just a little reluctant.

Pei Huaizhi stepped forward, took Song Qingcheng's arm, and pulled her up. In his rage, he forgot to control the strength of his hands.

Pulling Song Qingcheng to leave the flower hall, Song Qingcheng frowned a little in pain, but still said to Deyang, "I'm sorry for taking good care of you today. You are welcome to come and visit again next time, Lord Deyang."

This woman was sure that he wouldn't do anything to her. Pei Huaizhi's temples were throbbing and he applied more force on his hands.

"Third Master, why are you crazy? It hurts~"

Song Qingcheng staggered behind him. Didn't she intend to accept it? Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that when she refused, Pei Huaizhi didn't hear it at all.

Seeing her crying out in pain, Pei Huaizhi couldn't help but loosen his grip, but he didn't let go of her hand. He just changed his position, and his bony hand held her soft and boneless hand.

Yi Garden is a typical southern garden architecture, with a new scene at every step and numerous strange rocks.

When they reached the corner of a courtyard, Pei Huaizhi suddenly stopped. Song Qingcheng was unable to dodge and bumped into his back with her eyebrows slightly frowned. Her nose was very sore and a sour feeling rushed into her eyes, which instantly became misty.

Song Qingcheng was about to accuse Pei Huaizhi in front of her, but unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi lifted her off the ground with one move and carried her onto a smooth rockery.

Seeing this, Song Qingcheng's eyes flashed with panic, "Third Master, you...you...you calm down first."

Song Qingcheng didn't realize at all that she was like a frightened rabbit, which only aroused the hunter's attention, and he just wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

Pei Huaizhi's double-lidded phoenix eyes were filled with desire. He stared at the tender red lips that opened and closed in front of him, and his slender thumb unconsciously rubbed those red lips.

Song Qingcheng, who was half-sitting on the strange rock, was still frightened by the crazy Pei Huaizhi and dared not move. Moreover, the feeling of having her feet not touching the ground made her feel very insecure.

Pei Huaizhi obviously saw that the person with a face as red as the sunset was shy, so he squeezed his whole body between her legs.

Under such circumstances, Song Qingcheng's body became even stiffer like wood, and she dared not move at all.

My mind is filled with the thought that this person must have been possessed by some evil spirit, otherwise he would never do such...such...shameless thing.

"........"

It seemed like this was the first time that Song Qingcheng had seen Pei Huaizhi like this in her past and present lives. Even in her past life, when they were celebrating their marriage, she was the one who threw away her weapons and armor, while Pei Huaizhi always looked calm and composed even when he was letting go.

In her previous life, she once suspected that Pei Huaizhi had been practicing Taoism and had transcended the secular world, or that he might be born with sexual frigidity. For this reason, she secretly made tonic medicine for him.

Now that I think about it, it's not like that at all. Isn't this any better than Pei Huaizhi?

This kind of behavior in broad daylight is simply outrageous and disgraceful!