In Yanjing City, no matter what else, at least the Minister of Rites and Minister of War are full of festiveness. This festive atmosphere makes everyone in the capital understand that tomorrow, a grand wedding will be held in Beijing, and a couple will tie the knot...

It was late at night, and Han Mo came out of his parents' yard, with helplessness on his face. Tomorrow is the day of his wedding, and today, Han Xuanchang and his wife must not give some instructions.

The marriage between two major families is not like an ordinary marriage. The whole process is naturally cautious and cautious. Be careful and never make any mistakes. After all, this involves the face of the two major families.

Of course, Han Mo listened to whatever he said. To this extent, it would be useless to say too much.

After leaving his parents' garden, Han Mo did not return to his own courtyard, but went to the west courtyard with a serious expression on his face. There was a beautiful man who was about to wither.

He arrived at Aunt Bi's yard, which was very quiet, as quiet as death. The main door was open, and the two girls sat in the main hall, looking a little sad. When they saw Han Mo coming, they all stood up to salute.

Han Mo stood in front of the door, for some reason, thinking that Aunt Bi's deadline was approaching, the beautiful and gentle woman was about to leave the world, and her mood was sinking to the bottom of the valley for a moment, and even felt a little sore.

He waved his hand gently and looked at the room next to him. The famous girl had already come forward and whispered: "Young Master, the master just left!"

Han Mo knew what he was talking about, nodded slightly and asked softly: "Auntie is okay?"

The two maids looked at each other, both of them lowered their heads and did not speak.

Han Qin's voice came from the room: "Is it brother? You... come in quickly!" With a tremolo, obviously extremely sad. Han Mo's heart sank and hurried in. He saw Han Qin standing by the bed, his eyes were swollen, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Han Mo was in a heavy mood and went forward. He saw that Aunt Bi was much thinner and pale again. However, in the last time of her life, she was still beautiful and still had the last fragrance.

Han Mo gently hugged Han Qin in his arms, feeling Han Qin's body trembling constantly. He knew that Han Qin was already sad at this time, and stroked her hair and said softly: "Little sister, don't be sad... There will be no problem... You are so tired, go back and take a break first..."

Han Qin said in a crying voice: "I won't leave...brother, my mother...my mother is almost out of reach!"

Han Mo's mood at this time was not as good as Han Qin. He just hugged his sister gently to relieve her sadness, her fear, and her helplessness.

"Is it...Mo'er?" Suddenly, Aunt Bi's gentle voice came from his ears. Although he was weak, he was still soft.

Han Mo easily opened his hand and turned his head, but saw that Aunt Bi had opened her eyes slightly, and even had a gentle smile on her face. So he went to the bed, looked at the beautiful woman, and whispered: "Did I wake you up?"

Aunt Bi shook her head and smiled gently, "Sleeping for too long... I always wake up..."

This was the first time Han Mo saw Aunt Bi wake up after returning to Beijing, but when he heard Aunt Bi's gentle voice, he felt even more sad.

He felt sad, but Han Mo forced a smile on his face, "Yes, if you sleep a lot, you will wake up... Auntie, are you hungry? I'll get some things to eat!"

"I'm not hungry!" Aunt Bi said softly: "You... are back, it's a pity... I can't get up and make porridge for you..."

Before Han Mo went to Yichun, Aunt Bi agreed to wait for him to come back to make porridge for him, but unfortunately, although he came back, the porridge could not be made.

Han Mo shook his head and smiled reluctantly: "When you get better, Mo'er will eat the porridge you made...eat it every day!"

"Silly child!" Aunt Bi smiled like spring breeze: "No matter how delicious the food is... I will always get tired of eating too much!"

"No!" Han Mo shook his head and said, "Mo'er won't get tired of it... she won't get tired of it for a lifetime..." He controlled his emotions and forced himself not to shed tears.

The beauty is fleeting, and the world is not fragrant!

"Mo'er is already... a real adult!" Aunt Bi stared at Han Mo and whispered: "Tomorrow... are you going to get married?"

Han Mo nodded, but he didn't know. Before he knew it, his eyes were slightly red, and his hands were tightly clasped, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I will have my wedding tomorrow. According to Xuanji, the date of Bi Niang is approaching tomorrow. What is happening in the world is really so cruel?

He only called himself useless and kept saying that he wanted to save this woman, but in the end, he still had no way to give up on her. Could it be that he really wanted to watch the beauty disappear tomorrow?

My heart twitched. This was the sadness he had never experienced in nineteen years!

...

Aunt Bi just looked at Han Mo softly, as if she wanted to keep Han Mo's face in mind. After a long time, she whispered: "If you marry a wife, treat her well... talk to her more... After she entered the door, she will rely on you for this life...!"

Han Mo nodded vigorously and said, "I know!"

Aunt Bi smiled sweetly, and she looked so beautiful, just like the mandala flowers under the rising sun, gorgeous and colorful!

Han Qin stepped forward and knelt beside the bed, reached out to hold Aunt Bi's hand, and sobbed, "Mom, you don't talk, you are in poor health... don't talk..." Aunt Bi turned around with difficulty, stretched out her other hand, gently wiped Han Qin's tears, and said softly: "Silly child, why are you crying? Mom is fine, go out first, I have something to say to Mo'er..."

Han Qin bit her lip and knelt on the ground without moving.

Han Mo knew that Aunt Bi must have some funeral to explain to her. She endured the sadness in her heart and went up to pick up Han Qin and said, "Little sister, go out for a rest, be obedient!"

Han Qin sobbed, then she reluctantly left the room.

Aunt Bi coughed, and Han Mo hurried over and poured a cup of hot water, sat down beside the bed, and without any care, he gently helped Aunt Bi up and fed her a few sips of water.

"Mo'er...I know you want to save me..." Aunt Bi looked up slightly and stared at Han Mo: "But you and I know... I have no way to turn things around, and even the master cannot cure it... That won't be cured!"

Han Mo didn't say anything this time, just remained silent.

At this time, it is meaningless to say those useless words of comfort, and people like Aunt Bi must not be willing to listen to too many words of comfort that have no meaning.

"Birth, old age, illness, death, and the cycle of reincarnation of human beings cannot be avoided by everyone!" Aunt Bi looked very peaceful and extremely calm, without any panic in the face of death: "You don't have to be sad for me... Maybe the world over there is more lively than here... With my parents over there, I can go with them..."

Han Mo looked sad and gently helped Aunt Bi lying down again. Then he stood straight by the bed, staring at Aunt Bi's pale but still beautiful and clean face.

"But... Qin'er is still young, I can't let it go!" Aunt Bi looked at Han Mo: "But there is no way... Mo'er, Qin'er will take good care of you in the future... Let her marry a good family..." At this point, Aunt Bi closed her eyes gently, and it was not until this time that a trace of sadness appeared on her face.

She was obviously worried about Han Qin's future.

As a child of aristocratic families, their future marriage will undoubtedly be included in political marriages. There are few who are happy in political marriages.

Aunt Bi didn’t know what fate Han Qin would be in the future. As a mother, she would always be very regretful and sad if she couldn’t see where Han Qin would marry in the future.

Han Mo pondered slightly, as if he had made up some determination, and went forward and whispered: "Auntie, I promise you that I will take good care of Qin'er in the future and will not let her suffer any grievances... I will not let her become a political tool... I will never, I want her to marry a man she really likes, I swear!"

Aunt Bi opened her eyes, showed a look of relief, and chuckled softly: "My aunt knows...my Mo'er will never swear randomly!"

Han Mo gently stretched out his hands, held one of Aunt Bi's hand to the edge of the bed, squatted slowly by the bed, placed Aunt Bi's hand in front of his forehead, lowered his head, and felt the heat in Aunt Bi's hand.

Aunt Bi looked at Han Mo gently, letting him hold his hand, his lips moved, and he didn't say anything.

It took Han Mo to raise his head for a long time. He was always strong, but there were tears in the corner of his eyes. His handsome face was full of sadness. He couldn't control it after all, and he finally shed tears at this moment.

It’s not that a man has no tears, but that he is not sad!

Aunt Bi looked at Han Mo with a sad face, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything after all, just sighed with a wry smile on her face.

Han Mo suddenly put Aunt Bi's hand back, covered it with a quilt, stood up, turned around and was about to leave, Aunt Bi shouted softly, "Mo'er..." Han Mo stopped when he heard the sound.

Aunt Bi pondered for a moment and finally said, "You...let me take a look!"

Han Mo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around, and stood as straight as a javelin, and as tall as a green pine.

Aunt Bi stared at Han Mo for a moment, finally showed a satisfied smile and said, "Okay, go... you should love your wife well!" After that, she smiled again, like a spring breeze!

Without hesitation, Han Mo turned around and went out, went straight to the backyard to find Monk Xuanji, and asked directly: "I can pay all the price. Is there a way to treat it?"

Xuan Ji looked peaceful, shook his head gently, and said, "Amitabha, I have done my best!"

"Can I delay the time...I can leave to Fengguo tonight!" Han Mo said firmly: "Give me ten days, either I will come back with the medicinal herbs, or...I won't come back!"

Monk Xuanji sighed softly: "I understand the heart of the Lord Han, but... I have done my best and have no way to turn things around. Amitabha, how good is it!"

Han Mo's pupils contracted and he stared blankly at Monk Xuanji. After a long time, he closed his eyes and looked desperate.
Chapter completed!