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

Chapter 769 Han Xiubai Extra Story (more than 4000 words)
In the dead of night, Han Xiubai opened his eyes again. Under the dim light, what he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar place.

He sat up and scanned the room lightly with dull eyes, a trace of pain and melancholy hidden in the deep eyes.

Walking to the desk, he saw a woman in red on a white sheet of paper, with a charming smile in her eyes, which was familiar to him but felt distant.

Gently stroking with his bony hands, he sat down at the table again and picked up his pen.

With a 'squeak' sound, the book boy pushed the door and walked in: "Master, why are you up at this hour?"

He walked over to find the stove and the teapot, and with the white smoke coming out, he walked over and suddenly saw the painting.

"Master, Miss Chu is already the Empress of Xilin."

The book boy couldn't help but speak, although he knew that the master was feeling uncomfortable, but now that it has become a fact, it is no longer possible.

"Ok, I know."

Han Xiubai opened his mouth lightly, without looking up, and looked at his painting, which should be the most similar this time.

Seeing this, the book boy didn't know what to say, so he could only go back to the table, poured a cup of brewed tea, and brought it to Han Xiubai's hand.

As the lights burned out little by little, the room was dark, and a ray of light came in from outside.

"Master, it's time to go to the school grounds."

Han Xiubai looked at the completed portrait, his cold face softened, and he stood up: "You stay here, when this is done, you put it away."

"Yes!"

The book boy is not surprised, because this is something he does every day.

After Han Xiubai left, the book boy asked someone to come in to clean up the room, and then he stood in front of the desk and stared blankly at the portrait. After about a stick of incense, he picked it up and looked at it carefully.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Han walked in and looked around the room: "Where's Xiu'er?"

The book boy shook his hand, rolled up the portrait immediately, and subconsciously hid it behind his back: "Master went to the school to train soldiers."

"It's so early to go to military training," Mrs. Han's eyes flashed with worry, looking at the few red posts in her hand, she felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she thought of something, raised her head, and looked suspiciously at the book boy: "What were you doing sneakily just now? The thing you are hiding behind..."

She lifted her foot and walked over, her eyes fell on the wet ink on the desk.

"It's nothing," the book boy laughed dryly, took two steps back, looked around anxiously, trying to hide the hot potato in his hand.

"Take it out!" Mrs. Han had a tough attitude, with a sharp look on her face.

The book boy felt embarrassed and hesitated: "Ma'am, the master won't let me."

Madam Han was impatient, she took a few steps up and grabbed his arm, snatching the things away.

"What is not allowed, I don't want it, just take a look, what is shameful..."

When all her words touched the girl in the painting, her eyes widened in shock, and her voice stopped abruptly.

The room was quiet, she slowly raised her head, a little stiffly: "Is this drawn by Xiu'er?"

The book boy could only nod his head: "Master, let the slaves take care of it."

"Put it away? He's still thinking about that girl," Mrs. Han's hands were shaking with anger, her fingertips turned white, and suddenly she felt so cruel that she tore off the painting in her hand.

"No madam!"

As the snowflakes fell from the sky and scattered all over the ground, the book boy had no time to do anything.

"Why do you keep this kind of thing? That woman has already cheated on her, what's so good about her? It's worth his concern!"

Madam Han was so angry that her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she gritted her teeth.

"Ma'am, it's not easy for the master. Since the young lady left, he hasn't had a happy day. Now that the painting is torn up, I'm afraid that the master will blame the lady when he comes back!"

The book boy felt that there must be no good fruit for this time. Since he came to Mobei, the master has only practiced one painting every day. He knew how much the master valued these paintings. After the tea was overturned, the master sent the girl to the outer courtyard. From now on, no one was allowed to touch the things on the table in the study. Even he, an old man who has been with the master for many years, just waited for the painting to be done every day, and cleaned it up. Just get up.

"Is he blaming me less? I think he has already had a problem with me as a mother in his heart. He blamed me for driving that girl away. Why didn't he think about it? If that girl really likes him, then I can drive her away." ?"

"master!"

Mrs. Han froze, turned around slowly, and looked at the son who was dressed in white and had a dull expression, walking in.

"Xiuer."

She restrained her anger, took the red post from the servant girl's hand, and walked over eagerly: "Look, this is carefully selected by my mother. Although she is a girl from Mobei, she is also good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Proficient, you are not young, your father is not here, although the situation is tense now, but this marriage will only take a day at most, other things can be arranged for you!"

She hurriedly stuffed the post over.

Han Xiubai didn't pick it up. He looked at the snow flakes on the ground with indifferent eyes. He walked a few steps, stepped on one, and bent down to pick it up.

"Master, it's not good to be a slave!"

The book boy knelt on the ground with guilt on his face.

"Xiu Bai, what's so good about Chu Yun? The girls my mother picked for you are hundreds of times better than her." Madam Han said dissatisfiedly.

"My mother picked a good person. The Duke's Mansion almost ransacked all the families." Han Xiubai put the snow flakes in his hand, and walked towards the desk calmly.

Mrs. Han's complexion changed, thinking of Yue Shuiyang who was taken into the mansion by her, she pursed her lips, a little lack of confidence: "Mother doesn't know, Xiu'er, mother wants you to live well than anyone else, now I regret that If I'm not by my side, I'll be thinking about it all day long, and I can't sleep every night, dreaming of your father, he blamed me for not finding a good wife for you, and not leaving any children for the Han family."

"Unfortunately, if she is in Xilin now, the mother and child are safe, and I will find a way to bring her over in a few days." Han Xiubai said.

"Really? Both mother and child are okay?"

Mrs. Han thought for a while, and quickly said: "Then you make arrangements as soon as possible. Now that Dayan is dead, she must have a bad life. It's better to receive this Mobei. Although it is not as rich as the Duke's Mansion, at least there is an elder brother like you." Helping."

"Mother, don't worry, I have my own arrangements." Han Xiubai went to the desk and flipped through it.

Mrs. Han stood for a while, not knowing what to say. The red post in her hand was her concern, but she knew that if she continued, her son would definitely get angry with her.

Mrs. Han sighed lightly: "Then mother won't bother you."

She turned around and led the servant girl out.

Han Xiubai put down the book, walked down, and picked up the pieces of paper on the ground bit by bit.

Seeing this, the book boy immediately went to help: "Master, let the slave come here."

Han Xiubai didn't speak, he packed the snowflakes on the table, took out a clean piece of paper, and pieced them together bit by bit based on his familiarity.

The Xilin Army was stationed outside Mobei City, and would attack every few days. The Mobei Army and the [-] troops brought by Han Xiubai from Dayan were a bit difficult to deal with, but the daily dusty weather and the natural Geographical barriers give them an advantage.

After a stalemate for more than half a year, the westward army led by Yang Xun was unable to attack for a long time.

This month, it has been much quieter. The army on the west side did not attack any more. It seemed that they were exhausted and there was no movement. They just stayed in the camp and continued to train every day.

Another news came to his desk, when he knew that the man had also come to Xilin, he suddenly thought that such days might not be many.

Dayan had already been captured by Xilin, this Mobei is a small place, allowing the emperor Xilin to come here in person, he still cares about the past between himself and Yunyun after all.

He waited for that man to lead the army, even though his chances of winning were not great, but he wanted to fight that man on the battlefield and fight heartily. He never thought that he was inferior to that man, but he lost Yunyun, Han Xiubai asked himself why many times, he thought of the time when he first woke up from a serious illness, all the things in his mind were not like dreams, but remembered those from the previous life, he thought, it is impossible for a person to withdraw his feelings immediately, the only Maybe, even the cloud has already remembered it.

When did you remember?
Probably earlier, it should be the time when she fell off the horse when she was 12 years old, but he didn't know, let her go away little by little, and fell in love with another man, and when he realized it, he and her were gone possible.

She probably resented him very much.

Now that she is the Empress of Xilin, she must seldom remember him when she is by that man's side, and she probably doesn't want to think of him for the rest of her life.

After all, she had loved him so persistently and fervently in her previous life, but under his self-righteousness, that strong feeling was worn away little by little.

Han Xiubai vaguely remembered the coldness all over his body that day, and all kinds of life flashed through his mind, leaving the most real thing behind her.

He obviously liked her, but in order to train her into a qualified mistress of the Duke's Mansion, he forced himself to look at her coldly, and even lifted one woman after another.

She didn't know until she died. In fact, he was also a little confused. He had never touched those women, and he brought them into the mansion just to force her to grow up. But was it for her own good or because of his selfishness?
People only really want to understand it when they lose it, and Han Xiubai is the same, he has always liked that imperfect, bad-tempered, stubborn girl.

If she really changed according to his thoughts, maybe she would not be the Chu Yun in his heart.

"Master, this is a letter from Yang Xun." The book boy handed over an envelope.

Han Xiubai came back to his senses and opened the letter. After reading it, his face was slightly startled, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

"Master, is there any movement from the Xilin Emperor?" The book boy was worried.

Han Xiubai shook his head: "Get ready tomorrow night, I'm going out of town."

"Master, this Yang Xun is the right-hand man of the Emperor Xilin, he must be cheating. If they want to negotiate, it is better to let them send envoys to the city."

"Do as I say and get out of town tomorrow night."

Han Xiubai didn't want to say more, he lifted his feet and walked out.

When the book boy passed by, he caught a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The next day, the moon and stars were sparse, and the black was thick. A carriage left Mobei City and drove into another trail.

He followed his master into a farmer's house, but he didn't understand why the master insisted on risking his life to come out?

It wasn't until he heard the knock on the door, opened the door, and met the woman with familiar eyebrows, that he suddenly realized.

"Xiu Bai, I don't want you to die."

If it is said when his state of mind changed, Han Xiubai thought it would be when he heard this sentence.

He obviously wanted to fight to the death with that man, even though he must be the one who died in the end, but now he hesitated, was afraid, and didn't want to disappoint her.

He thought, after all, she still has him in her heart, even if she is not as good as that man, at least she wants him to live.

He can continue to see her when he is alive, he can still think about her in a place far away from her, he can hear her news, and know if she is doing well.

He couldn't give her happiness in the previous life, but in this life, he just wants to see her happy.

Han Xiubai said this to himself, but when he really saw her leave, his heart still couldn't help the pain.

For many days to come, the only reason for him to live was her.

So he surrendered, and then obeyed the man's order to guard the small area of ​​Mobei for him.

Later, when he saw her again, it had been a year. He knew that she gave birth to a pair of lins to that man. That night under the tower, he saw that they were very affectionate. She would never know. Next, the whole night, seeing the faint smile on her brows and eyes, he was finally relieved.

He took Xiruo back to Mobei, Xiruo lost a lot of weight, but fortunately the two children are still healthy.

With two grandchildren, his mother has probably been disappointed in him and rarely appears in front of him.

Day after day, after ten years passed, he passed the position to Zhi'er, leaving the book boy behind, and walked out of Mobei alone.

"Almsgiver, asking is suffering, not asking is joy, all the past in the world is illusory, it's time to let go!"

An old monk dressed in cassock walked in and looked at the man who was so pure and immortal, as if he had transcended the world.

Han Xiubai slowly opened his eyes. At this time, the sunlight from outside refracted in, making the depth in his eyes more intense.

"Thank you, Master, but I can't let it go and I don't want to let it go." His eyes fell on the Sujin Buddha, which has saved all sentient beings: "I am willing to spend the rest of my life cultivating that impossible possibility."

Hearing this, the old monk sighed and shook his head: "Idiot."

Spring comes and winter goes, year after year, the person in front of the Buddha is always there.

Han Xiubai was never afraid of death, but he was afraid of thinking of her cold and lifeless appearance lying on the bed.

There were bursts of crying in his ears, heart-piercing, and his head hurt from the noise.

He slowly opened his eyes, and was so familiar with the women in the room, the figure standing not far away with their hands behind their backs.

"Master, Xiu'er is awake!" Mrs. Han exclaimed in surprise.

The crying in the room stopped, Han Zhen immediately came to the bed, his bearded face was full of anxiety: "Xiu'er, how are you? Is there any discomfort?"

Han Xiubai stared blankly at the person who should have died, and his eyes fell on his mother again.

"Cloud—"

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were in a trance.

"Son, don't die. It's my mother's fault. Yunyun's poison has been detoxified. The doctor said that she will wake up soon. Don't scare mother. Mother knows it's wrong!"

Han Xiubai pursed his lips, and suddenly bumped into a person by his hand, he turned his head to look over, just in time to see that pale and bloodless face.

"Cloud!"

His heart tightened, and he immediately remembered where this place was. This was the life he and Yun had. After Yun died, he also took poison, but now he woke up, and Yun was still lying here.

"Xiu'er, for my father, let people from the Imperial Hospital come to your house to see. Your mother is confused, but the medicine is not unsolvable. If you are fine now, she will be fine. It's just that she took the poison before you. , It's been a little longer, I'm afraid I have to rest for a while, so don't worry too much!"

"Yes, Xiu'er, it's my mother's fault. Don't do stupid things anymore. There is an antidote to that poison. I was confused for a while. When the cloud wakes up, you all live well, and my mother will never interfere with your affairs again." Something happened!"

Han Xiubai didn't hear anything, he only had eyes for that woman, his cloud, his wife in this life.

After waking up, Han Xiubai stayed by the bed every day and wiped the woman's body. Gradually, her body became warmer, but she still couldn't wake up.

He sent all the women in the mansion out, and carried her to Nanhua Temple alone.

He believed that since God gave him a chance, she would definitely wake up too.

The autumn wind was cool, and withered yellow leaves scattered all over the ground. Han Xiubai washed all the herbs in his hands, ground them and poured them into the stove, then turned around and walked into the house.

There is a person sitting on the bed.

Han Xiubai looked at the familiar figure, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he walked over step by step, afraid that it was just a dream.

"Cloud."

His voice was soft, hoarse, and there was an imperceptible tremor.

The woman turned her head slowly, with doubts in her dark eyes: "Who are you?"

Cloud wakes up!
Han Xiubai's stagnant heart overflowed with waves. He sat on the head of the bed and held her hand. It was a bit cold, but still warm.

"Yunyun, I'm Xiubai."

"Xiaobai," the woman tilted her head in confusion, she rubbed her belly: "Xiaobai, I'm hungry!"

"it is good!"

I finally waited for you.

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(End of this chapter)