A Tale of Two Phoenixes

"Sorry, sister, I killed you by mistake. I'll send you ten more the next day." This was the only supplementary explanation Liu Ziye made afterwards.

After Mo Xiang died that day, Chu Yu stepped out of the door and found a small incense burner lying on the floor of the door. I remembered the sound of something falling when the door was pushed open. It was only known that Mo Xiang came to the house. The one who changed the incense lost her life in a few words.

Xun Chuyu did not know how she returned to Jiankang, or she was immersed in her own world and could not care about the people and things around her body.

The only thing I remember is what Liu Ziye didn't care about, as if he was saying, "I'm sorry, I broke your glass, and I'll give you ten compensations the other day."

杯子 However, cups are different from cups. Each cup has its own unique place. How can he understand depending on the life of a person?

Chu Yu and Mo Xiang are not very close. Except that Mo Xiang ran into her bed to seduce, the two barely got along with each other. The whole impression of Mo Xiang is just his gentle and pitiful appearance. , And calm after taking over the work of Yuan Yuan.

He did not make a detour on the return journey, nor did he stop on the way. It was much faster than when he arrived. In a few days, he arrived at Jiankang, Liu Ziye returned to his palace, and Chu Yu returned to his princess house.

Things are similar, but people are not. Chu Yu slowly stepped into the place where he had been violating for more than a month, and it was this sentence that appeared in his heart. Some are still there, but some are never there anymore.

Suddenly, when she saw Rong Zhi, she unconsciously tightened her whole body.

Because Chu Yu ordered not to pass the news of Mo Xiang's death, and tolerated no news here, he stood at the door of her residence and waited, smiling and groaning, although his face was a little pale and looked like he was sick. Weak, but his expression was very calm and calm: "I haven't seen it for dozens of days. How is the princess?" He asked with a smile.

Wu Chuyu looked at him, and her mind was blank. Mo Xiang was tolerated by one hand. It must have taken a lot of hard work. How should she tell Rong Zhi that the person was gone? Just because he accidentally came to the door when Liu Ziye was telling his heart, became Zong Yue's soul under the sword?

Seeing that Chu Yu didn't answer, tolerating the slight confusion, then he smiled and opened the door: "I forgot it. The princess returned from a long distance. Naturally, I was tired. Please rest in the advanced house."

Chu Yu heard him enter the room, sitting on the chair calmly, watching Rong Zhi pouring the prepared hot tea into the cup, and slowly saying, "I have one thing to tell you." Mo Xiang's death, She always has to say, but she thinks she should speak for herself.

It's her responsibility.

Pu Rongzhi smiled and placed the tea cup on the black lacquered square plate and brought it to her: "Princess please say, in fact, I'm waiting for the princess here, but there is something to say, no, it's something to ask for."

She confronted him with her snow-like gaze, and Chu Yu's cohesive will was a little distracted at once. She didn't look away and whispered, "You say it first."

"Okay." Rong Zhi didn't give up. After placing the tray on the table, he sat on the other side of the chair, and came over half of his body. "I asked for this. The princess still doesn't remember that name. The little girl? The girl who was tuned by the princess and looked very fragile. "

"Of course I remember, what happened to her?"

Wu Rongzhi lowered his head and smiled: "In fact, Mo Xiang likes this girl in my heart, so I asked the princess for him and asked the princess to give him pink dais."

When I heard Mo Xiang's name, Chu Yu's face turned pale, and after a while, she hesitated to say, "Mo Xiang, Fan Dai? Why didn't I notice them ..."

Rong Zhi smiled slightly: "In fact, it's just the thought of Mo Xiang alone. Fan Dai doesn't know yet, so I came here today to ask him for a princess and ask the princess to agree to both of them." His eyes and hair were completely dark. It seems that it can absorb all the light of time, and it makes his skin shine like snow.

I felt like I was holding my heart by an invisible hand, breathing stopped, and my chest was painful. Chu Yu smiled sadly, and closed her eyes: "Ranzhi, Mo Xiang is dead."

She thought about it many times before, how to say the news of Mo Xiang's death, and how to slow down the impact of this matter before the key message, but when it comes to the end, it is still expressed in the simplest way.

I finally said it, and the invisible hand that grabbed her heart disappeared. The numb heart for several days finally felt something different, and the complex emotions were woven together and struck her chest.

If Mo Xiang used to be just a less familiar image in her heart, accompanied by a scent of fragrance, then at this time, after he died a few days, he was actually full of flesh and blood in Chu Yu's mind. He is also a living People, like people, have their own hopes and desires.

But he's dead, and it's all gone.

After a short while, Chu Yu opened her eyes and said, "Tolerance, I'm sorry."

She tilted her head to look at Rongzhi's expression, and Rongzhi was not sad. His pure black eyes were slightly wrong. After a moment, he said softly, "Princess, what is going on?"

Chu Yu slowly told him what happened, only omitted the part of why Liu Ziye was angry, her voice was lowered a little, and at last she was almost inaudible. Suddenly, a soft and soft touch came from her hand. She He looked up in astonishment, but saw that Rong's hand stretched across the table between the two, pressed against the back of her hand holding the armrest, he stared at her quietly, and said softly, "Princess, don't blame yourself, this is not you Fault. "

Chu Chuyu froze her lips, seeming hesitant, and finally said the words in her heart: "No, I can't forgive myself, not just for this reason."

Rong Zhi felt a little trembling in the hands he covered, and then heard Chu Yu's painful voice: "I can't forgive myself, because after Mo Xiang's death, after a long time, I came back to God, the first thought turned out to be Yes, it is fortunate that the person who came is not you. Fortunately, the person who comes is Mo Xiang. Fortunately ... "

He tolerated the wrong look, and he clearly saw that the girl in front of her bit her lips hard, and her teeth were almost embedded in her lips. Her clear eyes did not conceal her hatred, despite such pain and self-blame. She still calmly faced her dark, weak, timid and selfish.

Chu Yu couldn't forgive herself. After that moment, she could hardly believe that she would have such thoughts. They were all innocent. No one should die more than anyone. But at that moment, she felt that Fortunately, because the dead are not tolerance, but Moxiang.

How terrible I am.

Rong Zhi still stared at her quietly. He suddenly felt that there was no moment in Chu Yu, more beautiful than she is now. Even though she was simple in clothes and not applying fat powder, there were still traces of wind and dust on her face, but she really did n’t. What a moment, more beautiful than now.

Injuries and deaths are not the most terrible. In a sense, the greatest enemy of a person is himself, not everyone has the courage to face his stains calmly. Chu Yu's frankness is the source of her pain. It is also great courage.

"Princess." Rong Zhi stood up, walked in front of Chu Yu, lowered her head slightly, raised her hands around her shoulders, and hugged her slowly into her arms. Blame yourself. Your thoughts are just the selfishness that everyone has. This is inevitable. You don't care about Moxiang's life or death. You just ... "

He paused, without even realizing it, his eyes became extremely soft for a moment, as soft as spring water, and the pureness of his eyes turned into ripples of water, spreading around in circles. Come: "You just care more about me."

Wu Rongzhi hugged Chu Yu, whispered repeatedly, "Please don't blame yourself, this is not your sin."