Chapter 112: The Most Precious

"I'm really sorry, Sister, I killed you by mistake, I'll send you another ten another day." This is the only supplementary explanation that Liu Ziye made for his behavior afterwards.

After Mo Xiang died that day, Chu Yu walked out of the door and found a small incense burner lying on the ground at the door, and remembered that when the door was pushed open, there was the sound of something falling to the ground, and he knew that Mo Xiang was actually here to change incense in the house, but he lost his "sex" life in a few words.

Chu Yu didn't know how she came back to Jiankang, or rather, she was immersed in her own world, not paying attention to the people and things around her body.

The only thing I remember is Liu Ziye's nonchalant words, as if to say: "I'm sorry, I broke your cup, and I'll give you ten compensation another day." ”

But cups are different from cups, each cup has its own unique place, how can he understand that he regards human life as a mustard?

Chu Yu and Mo Xiang are not very close, except for the time when Mo Xiang ran to her bed to "sexually" seduced, the two hardly got along alone, and all the impression of Mo Xiang was only his gentle and pitiful appearance, and his calm and calm after taking over Huan Yuan's work.

There was no detour on the way back, and there were not many stops on the way, it was much faster than when he came, and in a few days, he arrived at Jiankang, Liu Ziye returned to his palace, and Chu Yu returned to his princess's mansion.

Things are still similar, but people are not. Chu Yu slowly stepped into the place where he had been absent for more than a month, and this sentence came to his mind. Some people are still there, but some people are no more.

And when she saw Rong Zhi, unconsciously, her whole body suddenly tensed.

Because Chu Yu ordered not to pass on the news of Mo Xiang's death, Rong Zhi didn't receive any news here, so he stood at the door of her residence and waited, smiling "Yin" and "Yin", although his face was a little pale, and he looked like he had been sick and weak, but his expression was extremely calm: "I haven't seen you for dozens of days, how is everything okay with the princess?" He asked with a smile.

Chu Yu looked at him, his mind was blank, Mo Xiang was trained by Rong Zhi, it must have taken a lot of painstaking work, how should she say to Rong Zhi, that person is no longer there? Just because he accidentally came to the door when Liu Ziye was telling his heart, he became a ghost under Zong Yue's sword?

Seeing that Chu Yu didn't answer, Rong Zhi slightly showed a "look" of doubt and confusion, and then he smiled and opened the door: "I forgot, the princess has returned from afar, and she is naturally tired, please go into the house to rest." ”

Chu Yu listened to him enter the room, sat on the chair calmly, watched Rong Zhi pour the prepared hot tea into the cup, and said slowly: "I have something to tell you." "Mo Xiang's death is always something to say, but she feels that it should be up to her.

It's her responsibility.

Rong Zhi smiled and put the teacup on the black lacquer square plate and brought it to her: "Princess, please speak, in fact, I am waiting for the princess here, and I also have something to say, no, I have something to ask for." ”

Facing his eyes as clear as snow, Chu Yu's condensed will was a little sluggish in an instant, she looked away, and said in a low voice: "You say it first." ”

"Okay." Rong Zhi didn't give in, put the tray on the table and sat down on the chair on the other side, leaning over halfway, "I asked for this for someone, does the princess remember the little girl named Fandai?" It's a girl who was transferred to the side by the princess and looks delicate. ”

"Of course I remember, what's wrong with her?"

Rong Zhi lowered his head and smiled: "Mo Xiang actually likes this girl a little in my heart, so I asked the princess for a favor on his behalf, and begged the princess to give him Fan Dai." ”

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

Rong Zhi smiled slightly: "Actually, it's just Mo Xiang's mind alone, and Fan Dai doesn't know yet, so I came here today to ask the princess for him and ask the princess to agree to the two of them." His eyes and hair were pure black, as if they could absorb all the brilliance of time, and his skin was as bright as snow.

As if he was being grabbed by an invisible hand, his breathing stopped and his chest ached, Chu Yu smiled miserably and closed his eyes: "Rongzhi, Mo Xiang is dead." ”

She had thought many times before about how to tell the news of Mo Xiang's death, and how to slow down the impact of this matter before saying the key information, but in the end, she still expressed it in the simplest way.

When she finally spoke, the invisible hand that had grabbed her heart dissipated without a trace, and her heart, which had been numb for days, finally felt something else, and complex emotions were intertwined and pounded into her chest.

If in the past, the ink fragrance was just an unfamiliar image in her heart, accompanied by a faint fragrance, then at this time, a few days after he died, it really became flesh and blood in Chu Yu's mind, and he was also a living person, with people he liked, and his own hopes and desires.

But he died, and all this was gone.

After a long while, Chu Yu opened his eyes: "Rongzhi, I'm sorry." ”

She turned her head to look at Rong Zhi's expression, Rong Zhi was not very sad, his pure black eyes flashed with a slight stunned, and after a while, he whispered: "Princess, what is going on?" ”

Chu Yu slowly told him what had happened, only omitting the part where Liu Ziye was angry, her voice lowered little by little, and finally it was almost so low that she couldn't hear it, suddenly, there was a slightly cool and soft touch on her hand, she looked up in surprise, but saw Rong Zhi's hand stretched out across the table between the two, pressed on the back of her hand holding the armrest, he stared at her quietly, and said softly: "Princess, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." ”

Chu Yu pursed his lips, as if hesitating, and finally said the words in his heart: "No, I can't forgive myself, it's not just for this reason. ”

Rong Zhi felt the hand he was covering trembled slightly, 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 my senses, and my first thought turned out to be, fortunately, the person who came was not you, but fortunately, the person who came was Mo Xiang." Thankfully......"

Rong Zhi raised his eyes in astonishment, he clearly saw that the girl in front of him was biting her lip hard, her teeth were almost deeply embedded in the lip flap, her clear eyes, she did not hide her hatred for herself, despite such pain and self-blame, she still calmly faced her own darkness, weakness, cowardice, selfishness.

Chu Yu couldn't forgive herself, after that moment, she almost couldn't believe that she would have such a thought, they were all innocent, no one should die more than anyone, but at that moment, she would feel lucky, because the person who died was not tolerant, but Mo Xiang.

How terrible.

Rong Zhi was still staring at her quietly, and he suddenly felt that there was no moment when Chu Yu was more beautiful than now, even though she was now dressed plainly, without fat powder, and there were still traces of dust on her face, but there was really no moment that was more beautiful than now.

Injuries and death are not the most terrible, in a sense, man's biggest enemy is himself, not everyone has the courage to face their own stains calmly, Chu Yu's calmness is the source of her pain, and it is also a precious courage.

"Princess." Rong Zhi stood up, walked in front of Chu Yu, lowered his body slightly, raised his hand to wrap his hand around her shoulder, and then slowly hugged her into his arms, "Princess, you are already very good, don't blame yourself anymore, your thoughts are just selfishness that everyone will have, this is inevitable, you don't care about Mo Xiang's life or death, you just ......"

He paused, and even he didn't notice it, his gaze became incomparably soft in an instant, as soft as spring water, and the purity of his eyes turned into ripples, spreading out in circles: "You just, care more about me." ”

Rong Zhi hugged Chu Yu, over and over again, and whispered repeatedly: "Please don't blame yourself, it's not your sin." ”