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

Chapter 421
"My son—" Yue Shuiyang leaned over and saluted.

Han Xiubai ignored her and walked to the bed: "Mother."

Mrs. Han slowly opened her eyes: "Mother thought that even if she died, you wouldn't come."

Han Xiubai sat on the head of the bed, his eyes fell on his mother who was pale at this moment: "What's wrong?"

This voice was still cold and calm, and there was no trace of concern at all.

Mrs. Han was angry and helpless: "Mother is not feeling well all over, but this is the most uncomfortable feeling in her heart. Even doctors can't see this well."

Han Xiubai looked at the person in front of him.

"Xiu'er," Mrs. Han raised her hand to hold her son's hand: "Do you know what mother's heart disease is?"

Her eyes fell on her son's face. This son, who made her proud and proud, was smart and cold-tempered since he was a child, but he earned her enough face. Han Zhen was sentimental when he was young, but he was a rational person. There are quite a few confidante around him, which maid in the house wants to fly to a branch to be his aunt?But since she gave birth to Xiu'er, Han Zhen has gradually cut off from outsiders. Even the two housemates who have daughters in the mansion have not been brought up, and they have always been treated like big maids.

Gradually, the servant girl in the mansion also recognized the reality, and then settled down.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Han looked at the son in front of her. If such an excellent son listened to her, she would accept two roommates first, and now she could even hold a grandson.

"Xiu'er, you are not young anymore, you are in your twenties, and there is no woman around here so far, how can you let your mother feel at ease?"

Madam Han's eyes turned red when she thought of this: "Just listen to your mother's words, how about letting Shui Yang go over and serve you?"

When Yue Shuiyang heard this, his heart tightened, and he raised his head subconsciously to look at the man, only to see that there was no emotion at all on his ice-cold face.

She was a little disappointed.

"Mom, since you're fine, I won't stay." Han Xiubai pulled out his hand and stood up.

Mrs. Han's complexion changed, and when she saw her son turn and leave, she sat up from the bed quickly: "Xiu'er, you come back, mother hasn't finished talking yet, mother is for your own good..."

But the white figure had no intention of stopping at all, and went straight out.

Soon the room returned to silence, deathly silence.

Mrs. Han's chest rose and fell rapidly, she grabbed the pillow beside her and shook it hard.

"Ma'am!" Yue Shuiyang immediately stepped forward to serve her, caressing her chest.

"What crime do you think I have committed? How did I give birth to such a rebellious son that my six relatives do not recognize?"

She was so angry that she leaned on Yue Shuiyang, and her voice was filled with hatred: "What's so good about that Chu Yun? Does he really want to wait until the three years of filial piety have passed and marry that girl?"

Yue Shuiyang lowered his eyes and said in a soft voice, "Ma'am, my son has deep affection for Miss Chu..."

"Affectionate?" Mrs. Han interrupted her unhappily: "I know my son, he won't show affection to a woman!"

Yue Shuiyang slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, and raised his head: "But now, my son..."

"I won't let him go on like this!"

Mrs. Han's voice was tough.

She must find a way, before the filial piety expires, she must embrace her grandson.

At this time, the night was dark, and it was already raining outside, and the surrounding air was a bit stuffy.

When Han Xiubai walked into the room, a servant girl immediately brought a copper basin and a towel.

After washing his hands, he walked inside.

After a while, he changed into clean clothes and came out.

"My lord," the bookboy walked in and handed over a letter.

He took it over and opened it, his gaze paused for a moment.

"When did it arrive?"

The book boy quickly replied, "In the evening."

Han Xiubai nodded lightly, walked to the desk and sat down without saying anything.

It rained heavily all night. When we got up in the morning, the rain had stopped and the weather outside was fine.

Chu Yun walked through the clouds and water, came to Master Yueshan's residence, sat down and began to write.

"Princess, you come early every day!" Bi Hong smiled and brought a cup of ginseng tea, and put it in Chu Yun's hand.

Chu Yun picked it up and sipped lightly: "Now I don't have to do my homework when I go back. I don't have anything to do every day. I go to bed early, so naturally I wake up early."

Now her work and rest are more normal than in the past. On weekdays, there are only her and a few girls in the yard. Besides reading books every day, there is no one to be found even when they play chess. With her father guarding her, it might be difficult even once.

"Princess, these are the cherries brought back by Master." Bilan brought up a plate of washed red fruit: "Master said, let us each taste some, it's fresh, it's best to use it up today, in this weather If it gets hot, it will break!"

Chu Yun nodded, reached out and picked one up and fed it to his mouth.

A little sour!
She wrinkled her little face, but the taste was really appetizing, not bad!
While writing, she raised her head to pick up one and threw it into her mouth, eating it with gusto.

"Cloud—"

Suddenly there was a sound.

With a movement of Chu Yun's hand, he brought out an extra stroke.

A little annoyed, she took out the paper, crumpled it up and threw it aside.

"Yunyun, I'll give you ink!" Yan Ao stepped forward very familiarly.

Chu Yun glanced at him, feeling depressed in his heart.

"Yun Yun, is there something on my face?" Yan Ao asked while touching his face.

Chu Yun suppressed the anger in his heart, reached out to pick up a cherry and threw it into his mouth, lowered his head and continued writing, ignoring him.

Yan Ao Yanmo's hands slowed down, and he looked down at the plate which was half missing. Seeing her picking it up and feeding it to his mouth from time to time, hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"There is a quiz today, and Bilan and I have to help the master." Bihong walked over: "I will trouble the princess with these."

Chu Yun nodded: "Here is one more book, and it will be finished soon. I will send these five books back to Zangshu Pavilion after I finish writing them."

Bihong nodded reassuringly, and walked out with Bilan.

Chu Yun ate one while writing, the room was very quiet, and her mood gradually calmed down.

After an unknown period of time, she only felt that her eyes were a little tired, the things in front of her eyes were a little blurry, and she wanted to sleep.

She forced herself to open her eyes, and barely finished writing the two pieces of paper under her hand.

Chu Yun looked at the sky outside. The sun was shining right now, and there was still time, so she yawned: "I'll sleep for a while, don't mess with it, go back and have lunch."

Yan Ao watched as her eyelids rolled up, she seemed to be dozing off, he hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly: "I'll go back now."

He stood up and walked out.

She was the only one in the room. After Chu Yun tidied up her things, she lay down on the table and closed her eyes.

(End of this chapter)