A Tale of Two Phoenixes

Xi Chuyu and Rong Zhi lived in the original Princess Mansion for a few days. Although it was the residence of officials of the Southern Dynasty, the inner part, especially the inner part, was still in Rong Zhi's hand.

Xun Chuyu was too lazy to ask who he had bought and collusion with. Anyway, he had the means, let alone the princess house. As long as he had the heart, even if he wanted to open a new garden in the palace, it was not too difficult.

What's more, she still has more important things to worry about.

She has always wanted to go home, live, go back, and since she knew that she might go back, the idea has been lingering in her heart. There have been several times, she also tried, even this time it was really intended Done.

Hey, ah, tolerate ...

After all these years, I have gathered together, separated from life and death, and want to give up like that at the beginning, it is absolutely impossible. This is no longer a unilateral issue for her.

How much Rong Zhi gave up for her, she has already learned indirectly from Guancang Haikou. If she left, would she be too much for him? It was hard for her to imagine, tolerate such a proud and lonely person, such a cold and ruthless person ... How could she go?

Compared to the calm and calm Enron, Chu Yu herself is tossing and turning around almost at night.

After a few more days, the two walked on the street, but when they saw a young man with a dark color running wild in the street market, and threw countless pedestrians, the young man laughed.

Wu Chuyu looked, but he saw that the young man, although only twelve or thirteen years old, had a fierce expression between his eyes and eyes, and even surpassed the old Liu family.

Wu Rongzhi's lips clung to her ears and whispered, "This man is Liu Yu, the current emperor of the Southern Dynasty." He is also Liu Xun's son.

My father hadn't died long, and he inherited the throne, but he didn't even act like he did, and flew in the market. The generations of emperors in the Southern Dynasties were truly even more imperfect than generations.

Wu Chuyu glanced at him and said, "Did you regret it?" It's so good. If he didn't let go of everything, she would be afraid that he had already sent his troops into the Southern Dynasty.

Wu Rongzhi said nothing but smiled.

Seeing his true affection in his eyes, Chu Chuyu finally could not help but soften his heart, took the initiative to hold his hand, and said slightly warmly on his face: "Let's go. Many people watch it."

"Where?"

"The End of the World."

Death and life are broad, and Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I don't know how many times this sentence has been used in ancient times, but it is the most true promise. Under this vast sky, she is just a dusty ant. She can be overturned by invisible hands. , But at least let her hold the warmth in her palm.

Do not part with each other, do not give up.