After the rebirth, she became the emperor's white moonlight

Chapter 685 Past Life (Death of Chu Yun)

"My lord, there is an urgent matter in the house, the old lady invites you to go back."

Han Xiubai froze for a moment on his cold face, then put down the notebook in his hand and stood up.

In the Duke's Mansion, Mrs. Han took a closer look at the portraits in her hand.

"I think the girl from Chen Ge's hometown is pretty good. She is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This time, she has won the first place in women's school. At the young age of sixteen, she happens to be married to Xiu'er. Next year I can have a grandson!"

"The daughter of this family is also pretty good. She saw her last time. She has a big butt. She is a lucky girl. She will definitely get a man in one fell swoop in the future!"

"This girl can't compare to the girl from the Chen family. Someone like your elder brother will definitely look down on you. I'll show Xiu'er this first."

Han Xiubai stood outside, frowning slightly, listening to the occasional voices inside.

"Master Guo, let's go in." The book boy was a little uncomfortable, although he looked down on the lady in the mansion, but the old lady was a little too aggressive.

Han Xiubai lifted his foot and walked inside.

Mrs. Han was happily discussing with her daughter, but she forgot that her son was coming back soon.

"mother--"

The sudden sound made her body tremble, and immediately put away all the portraits in a hurry, with a look of unnaturalness on her face, she raised her head: "Xiu'er, why did you come back so soon today?"

She turned her head to look at the person standing at the door, her face was cold and stern: "Why didn't the Duke of the country pass the news when he came back?"

The servant girl knelt on the ground trembling.

Han Xiubai lifted his foot and walked over, and came to Mrs. Han's side, his gaze was indifferent, he glanced over the portrait, and asked, "How is your mother these days?"

"Okay, very good!" Mrs. Han nodded immediately, hiding the panic in her eyes.

"What's the rush to get my son back?" Han Xiubai stretched out his hand and picked up a portrait for a closer look.

Mrs. Han saw that her son happened to be holding the one from the girl from the Chen family, and quickly said, "This Second Miss Chen is the No. All red, just right for you."

Han Xiubai put the portrait down, without any ups and downs on his face: "Mother wants to give her son a concubine? I'm afraid this old Chen Ge will not agree!"

"How can such a good girl be a concubine?" Mrs. Han said immediately, but seeing her son's deep and cold eyes, she felt very guilty when she thought of the corpse still lying in the main courtyard.

"Xiu'er, Mother called you back today because something happened to Yunyun..."

She struggled to squeeze out a few tears, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.

But in her heart, as long as she thought that her son would no longer have to be dragged by others, and she could find a suitable marriage for her son again, she felt very comfortable.

"Is Yun's body still not well?" Han Xiubai frowned, pursed his lips, and walked out.

"Xiu'er, where are you going?" Mrs. Han hurriedly shouted, with a little panic in her eyes.

"Mother, take good care of yourself. I'll go and see her." After Han Xiubai finished speaking, he stepped across the threshold and disappeared through the door.

"Xiu'er, mother hasn't finished talking when you come back!" Mrs. Han hurriedly chased her out.

But no matter how she yelled behind her, her son just left without looking back.

In the main courtyard, just as Han Xiubai walked in, the servant girl lowered her head in a panic and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.

He stood at the door for a while, the faint smell of medicine in his nose made him frowned, and walked in.

The servant girl, dressed in white, knelt on the ground, and there was a burst of crying.

Han Xiubai heard the voice, looked at the person lying on the bed, and walked over.

At this time, the person on the bed was pale, with his eyes closed, very quiet.

She is rarely so quiet!
A trace of tenderness flashed in Han Xiubai's eyes. He sat down and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the girl's face, caressing her little by little.

Suddenly, his hand stopped and his eyes fell on her face.

He gently moved his hand to her nose, and she was out of breath.

The cries in the house grew louder.

Han Xiubai felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was cold.

He immediately ordered: "Quickly pass on to the imperial physician!"

The book boy immediately turned and walked out.

Han Xiubai's eyes fell on that quiet face, disbelief flickered across his eyes, he put his hand into his nose again, but still had no breath.

Han Xiubai held her hand, which was not warm at all.

"Bring the brazier in!"

He panicked in his heart, immediately held her shoulders, and shook her: "Yunyun, wake up, don't fall asleep!"

But no matter how he shouted or moved, she didn't respond at all.

As if dead!
The cloud is dead!

Han Xiubai never thought that such a thing would happen. This person will die eventually, but she shouldn't have died by now. She is only 27 years old, and she is still young!
Mrs. Han felt uneasy, so she followed her. When she heard her son's voice, she walked in.

At this time, tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes, she walked to the bed a few steps, and whispered: "This person disappeared this morning, and I didn't expect it, poor child, Xiu'er, don't feel too bad, life and death are fate, If you can't force it, let her rest in peace!"

"It's just a cold, how could someone die?" Han Xiubai raised his head with gloomy eyes.

Mrs. Han was a little bit untenable under her son's deep gaze, and Han Xiruo who was behind her immediately stepped forward and said, "Brother, this wind and cold can be big or small. If you don't take care of it well, your life will be gone at any time. She was still alive before." Lost a child, it hurts the body..."

"The cloud won't die!" Han Xiubai interrupted, his face gloomy, and his eyes fell on the woman's face again. He suppressed the fear welling up in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Get out!"

"Xiu'er," Mrs. Han didn't expect her son to have such a reaction, and she disagreed in her heart: "This funeral should be left to the mother. You are the pillar of the Duke's mansion, so it's better not to stay here for a long time. unlucky!"

"Get out!" Han Xiubai said again, losing his patience.

Mrs. Han moved her mouth, and glanced at the person on the bed, still thinking that this person was dead, but her son just didn't think of it for a while, and might not be able to accept it, it will be fine in two days.

Mrs. Han took her daughter and walked out.

The imperial doctor quickly invited by the book boy, but he was too weak to recover. This man had already swallowed his last breath, let me mourn and prepare for the funeral.

Han Xiubai never thought that this person would be gone if he said nothing. They obviously grew up together, and she was younger than him. Even if she was going to die, he should die first.

Maybe at that time, he didn't want to be alone, and would drag her into the coffin together.

But now, he is fine, but she is out of breath.

Obviously yesterday she sent someone to send a message, admitting to him that she was wrong, and wanted him to come and see her.

But this person disappeared before he had any preparations.

(End of this chapter)