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

However, Song Qingcheng finally felt relieved. The Song Mansion was already on the edge of the storm, and there was no telling when it would be drawn into the center of the storm. It was best not to get involved with Jinling, otherwise things would become even more difficult.

In his previous life, he remembered that Pei Huaizhi only took three years to deal with the affairs of Jinling, and he would no longer pose a threat to the court. This must be the result of all the current stumbling blocks being solved, and the governor of Jiangnan must have been... In short, the sooner Pei Huaizhi stood in that position, the better it would be for her.

Therefore, you should never keep spies around you.

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In a blink of an eye, it was the first day of the seventh lunar month, and the Qiqiao Festival was approaching. Hua Xiangrong decided to open on the day of the Qiqiao Festival.

Although the day of Qiqiao is the most lively, the Qiqiao activities have already started on the first day of the lunar month and last until the dawn of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

As lively as New Year.

The Qinhuai River in Jinling is the most lively, with many lantern boats in the river and huge crowds of people on the streets. There are rows of shops along the Qinhuai River, and from time to time you can hear one or two hawkers' cries and the sweet laughter of girls walking together.

The festive atmosphere seemed to dilute the implementation of the new policy without bloodshed, and the people were immersed in the excitement. The girls by the water prayed to the "Qiao Niangniang" with pious hearts and grand ceremonies to grant them wisdom, dexterity, a good marriage and a happy life.

For six consecutive days before the Qiqiao Festival, Song Qingcheng threw herself into the shop, busy as a whirlwind. When everything was almost ready, she put all the twenty gorgeous ready-made garments in place.

The Hua Xiangrong in Shangjing focuses on the exquisite Jinling Jinyunsha, while the Hua Xiangrong in Jinling focuses on the heavy embroidery craftsmanship of the capital.

The two places are so different, but it just proves the saying that things are valuable because they are rare. She was both nervous and looking forward to this day coming soon.

Song Qingcheng had prepared everything and was waiting for the official opening tomorrow. Hua Xiangrong's servant knocked on the door and came in carrying a very exquisitely crafted lantern.

"Boss, someone in front of the store gave me this lantern, saying it was a gift for you to pray for good luck in making mistakes!"

Song Qingcheng took the lantern a little confused. The lantern was in the shape of a rabbit, with exquisite workmanship and lifelike appearance.

Xia He covered her lips with her hands and chuckled, "This Third Master is really thoughtful. He even knows that the girl likes rabbits the most. Girl, please take a look." Xia He did not think much about it. She naturally assumed that the lantern was given by Pei Huaizhi, and her tone was full of excitement.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng's beautiful eyes turned, "How is it possible?"

Wu Songsong, who was standing beside him, had a bad feeling. He suddenly thought that someone was trying to steal the master's girl and that a red apricot was about to have an affair. He had to tell the master quickly, otherwise there would be a fire in the backyard.

He left Hua Xiangrong calmly, walked into the dark, bent his index finger and placed it on his lips. A long whistle broke through the sky, and soon a fat pigeon landed in front of him.

He quickly tied a piece of cloth around the pigeon's legs, and with a breath, the fat pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

After finishing the work, he returned to Song Qingcheng, but the master and servant were studying the lanterns in front of them and did not notice him.

Song Qingcheng was indeed muttering in her heart, and she didn't believe that Pei Huaizhi would give him a lantern. Besides, she had liked rabbits since she was a child, and she had never told him a word about it, so how did he know about it?

"Could it be that it was sent to the wrong person?"

She held the lantern in front of her and examined it carefully, her eyes falling on the pattern on the rabbit, which was red beans embroidered with gold thread.

Now she was even more certain that this gift was not from Pei Huaizhi, and that the red beans represented lovesickness. No matter who gave it to her, as a married woman, she could not accept it.

"Go to the roadside and find a little beggar and give it to him!" Song Qingcheng originally wanted to order them to throw it away, but she changed her mind when the words came to her lips. This lantern looked very valuable and it would be a pity to throw it away. It would be better to make full use of it and do good deeds for the person who gave the lantern.

Xia He, however, felt a little painful and cried out "Ah!". She reluctantly called the servant in again and repeated what Song Qingcheng had instructed.

The servant was confused and went out again with the lantern in his hand.

Wu Song, who was standing by, breathed a sigh of relief for Pei Huaizhi.

But before he could catch his breath, he heard the servant knocking on the door again.

When I came in, I saw the servant was holding another lantern. Compared with the previous cute rabbit lantern, this one was even more luxurious and exquisite. There were graceful ladies painted on all four sides and hollow flowers in the middle. Even the frame and handle were made of good golden nanmu. The person who sent it off was also very attentive.

"Another person from the boss is here to deliver a lantern."

The servant scratched his head. He didn't know Song Qingcheng's true identity. At this moment, he suddenly remembered a poem that those self-proclaimed scholars always said. It was very appropriate to use it at the moment.

A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman!

"Isn't it right this time?"

Song Qingcheng was also a little dumbfounded.

"ah!"

Xia He took the lantern and said, "I think this one must be given to the girl by the Third Master! After all, the Third Master has a lot of money!"

Song Qingcheng was a little helpless, and looked at him asking the question just now.

The servant understood and said, "Oh! It must be the owner. The person who came here specifically sent it to Hua Xiangrong's owner!"

Hearing this, she felt even stranger.

The light in front of her, she thought it should be Wei Shao, the Prince of Yan.

This light flashed through my mind, but I couldn't figure out who it was.

"Just like last time, give it away!"

Song Qingcheng ordered.

The two lanterns are of great value and are even more beautiful than the lanterns outside. How can they be given away as gifts? The servant came in confused and left again confused with the lanterns in his hand.

The servant was worried that his mistress was a little girl and had a bad temper with that Third Master, so she gave away such valuable things. If she reconciled with that Third Master later, she would take the two lanterns back. By then, he didn't know where to find such gorgeous lanterns.

He could not make the decision and could not take the responsibility, so he had to go to the shopkeeper with lanterns in his left hand and right hand.

The shopkeeper was unsure, so he asked the servant to wait a while before sending the person away.

He said, "After a while, if the boss really doesn't want this thing anymore, then we can do as the boss tells us and send it back to the warehouse first."

The servant also felt that the shopkeeper was very thoughtful.

Inside the house, after Song Qingcheng said this, she lowered her eyes and continued to work. After finishing this last bit of work, she would go back home to recuperate.

Wu Songsong, who was standing by, took advantage of no one's attention and went to greet the pigeon. The poor fat pigeon had not yet rested, and it flew to Wu Songsong again without stopping, looking very reluctant.

The two pigeons had eyes as big as green beans, and they seemed to be complaining. They chirped in protest twice, as if to say, "I'm so tired!"

Wu Songsong patted the fat pigeon's head and said, "For the sake of your happiness, I have to trouble you first!"

The fat pigeon had no choice but to flap its wings again, but this time it flapped too hard and lost several feathers.