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

Chapter 692
"I know." Yan Shen raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, "I'm sorry, let's step back."

"Yes!" The imperial doctor saluted and walked out quickly.

After a while, a little eunuch ran in and said a few words in a low voice.

The corner of Yan Shen's mouth twitched lightly: "Keep an eye on it, I want to see if she really stays out of it!"

After Yan Shen left, Ruan Fushou turned and walked inside, seeing the person lying motionless on the bed, he felt sad for a while.

"emperor--"

He walked over and yelled softly.

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes looked around with difficulty, panting heavily: "Can you hear me?"

Ruan Fushou nodded, unable to bear it, he raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes: "The imperial doctor said that as long as the emperor takes good care of himself, he will be cured."

The corner of Emperor Yan Xun's mouth slightly tugged: "I know my body, so don't lie to me, how long will I have to live?"

Ruan Fushou was startled, staring at Emperor Yan Xun's sunken face with cheekbones exposed, he opened his mouth: "At most a year."

Emperor Yan Xun was not surprised at all, his eyes were gloomy.

"Your Majesty, there are many precious medicinal materials in the palace, as long as you don't worry, the doctor's words are useless. I have heard it before..."

Emperor Yan Xun coughed twice.

"Your Majesty!" Ruan Fushou immediately went to comfort him, took the tea gu from the servant girl, and fed him saliva.

After his throat moistened a bit, Emperor Yan Xun's chest still hurt, and his body became stiff after sleeping for so long.

"Where's Concubine Qiao?" He remembered that she was by his side to serve.

"Concubine Qiao is feeling unwell, so go back to rest first." Ruan Fushou said.

"She's not seriously ill anymore!" Emperor Yan Xun laughed at himself, his body collapsed, but his head was still clear.

"If the emperor wants to see Concubine Qiao, this old slave will deliver the decree!" Ruan Fushou said hastily.

"No need," Emperor Yan Xun shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Your majesty, do you want the queen to serve you?" Ruan Fushou asked tentatively.

"No need!" Emperor Yan Xun refused after thinking about it, and then he said, "I'm afraid she will hate me for what I did, and I wish I could die."

Ruan Fushou frowned when he heard this, but he didn't say anything after all.

After Chu Yun went to Yunyifang, he returned to the Duke's Mansion.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the gloomy face sitting tall in the room.

She moved her eyes, ignored it, and walked inside.

"Stop!" Mrs. Han slapped the table hard.

Chu Yun's footsteps stopped.

"I have something to ask you!"

Mrs. Han said coldly.

Chu Yun turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Mrs. Han was furious when she saw her like this, but when she thought that her son was looked down upon by no one except this Chu Yun, she felt very helpless.

Madam Han suppressed the anger in her heart, held back her temper and pointed to a place opposite: "Sit there and listen carefully."

Chu Yun lifted his feet and walked back, but he didn't sit where Mrs. Han pointed, but sat in a place far away, took the tea Gu passed by Baoqin, and drank it on his own.

"you……"

Mrs. Han was so angry that she almost cursed out loud.

"Ma'am, think about Shizi." Aunt Luo on the side quickly reminded.

Madam Han suppressed the anger in her heart, and she said, "What's the matter with you and Xiu Bai? We've been married for so many years, why do you still let him sleep outside?"

"He likes to sleep outside, what can I do?" Chu Yun put the tea gu down without any concern on his face.

"If you hadn't kicked him out, would he still be able to stay in Zhufeng Garden alone?" Mrs. Han knew her son's temperament, and she disappeared without saying a word at first, and then this girl also disappeared. When his son finally came back, he brought a silly girl with him.

When she saw her son pampering and taking care of Chu Yun, how could she not understand?

It is because she understands that she is angry in her heart. Whenever she thinks of being under the same roof with this girl every day, she will be very annoyed in her heart.

But these two years have passed, and Xiu'er has no heirs under her knees. The master is now guarding the Yanmen Pass. If something happens, all the burdens of the Duke's mansion will be on the son alone.

Her daughter Xiruo has now given birth to a son and a daughter to the Yuhou Mansion, but Xiu'er really gives her a headache.

After reading the master's letter yesterday, she finally made up her mind that as long as she can hug her grandson, even if the grandson comes out of the belly of a girl she doesn't like, she will recognize it.

Anyway, the son's blood is preserved, and the heirs of the Duke's Mansion are the top priority, and she cannot be a sinner.

"The madam is going to ask him, I really didn't force him," Chu Yun put down the tea gu, reached out and beat his shoulder, stood up and walked inside.

"You come back, I haven't finished yet!" Mrs. Han said quickly, her body trembling with anger.

But that person ignored her at all, and soon disappeared.

"Look at her, how did Xiu'er fall in love with her?" Mrs. Han squeezed Aunt Luo's hand, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and suddenly she fell backwards.

Aunt Luo was startled, and immediately helped her up with the maid: "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Madam Han put her hand on her forehead and shook her head. She was not relieved until the scene in front of her gradually became clear.

"My body is getting worse every day. Recently, I often dream about the master. I worry that if I go underground in the future, I will have no face to meet the ancestors of the Han family."

"Ma'am, since the Young Mistress's argument doesn't make sense, let's think of other ways." Aunt Luo comforted.

"What method?" Mrs. Han asked.

Aunt Luo looked around and winked at her.

Mrs. Han restrained her emotions and stood up straight: "Then go back."

In the evening, the carriage stopped, and the man strode into the mansion. When he reached the intersection, he stopped, hesitated, raised his head, and looked at the courtyard not far away.

In the end, he still didn't go there, but went straight back to Zhufengyuan.

In the study room, the cold air faded from his body. He sat in front of the desk and spread out the letter sent by the hidden guard. Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he reached out to stroke the writing on it. Then he searched in the cabinet and found it. I read another letter and opened it under the lamp. Although it was a little yellowed, the handwriting was clear.

"My lord, this is sent by Madam." The book boy put a bowl on the table.

Han Xiubai suppressed the strangeness in his eyes, raised his head, stared at the covered bowl, and frowned: "What is this?"

The book boy stretched out his hand and opened the cover: "Madam said it was for the son to make up for his body."

Han Xiubai frowned when he smelled the strange smell.

The book boy glanced at it, and immediately closed the lid again with interest, ready to take it away.

"Wait," Han Xiubai shouted.

The book boy came back and said, "My lord."

Han Xiubai lifted the lid again, and stirred it with a spoon: "Leave it, go tell Madam, and just say I drank it."

(End of this chapter)