A Tale of Two Phoenixes

After paying some money to send away those who led the way, Chu Yu turned her head and stared at the house in front of her.

The door was concealed. Chu Yu reached out and slightly moved the edge of the door. A gap was opened in the door. She pulled the door a little hesitantly. Oncoming was a stale moisture, like The straw had been soaked in water for a long time, and had a musty smell.

Xu Chuyu frowned.

This place doesn't seem to be a place to live, but the person told her that Wang Yizhi has been here before.

Seeing this, Yue Yue Jiefei asked, "Princess, otherwise we won't go in?"

Xun Chuyu shook her head and asked Yue Jiefei to watch around, and then entered the room with Aman.

The cramped and low-rise house was simple and shabby. There was only a crooked wooden shelf and a pile of rotten straw, and the people in the room were lying on the straw mats and sleeping.

The owner of the house was said to be Dewey. He was dressed in tattered clothes, his clothes were so dirty that he could barely see the original color, and his face was covered half with a messy beard. The most noticeable thing was his face. The scars on the face and the dark purple scars twisted the muscles of the face and looked very emaciated. The scars have been submerged into the beard from the bridge of the nose, and you can imagine the severe injuries.

His body is still tall, but he is thin with only a large skeleton and looks very unhealthy. His two legs, one of which is cut off with his knees, is empty, and the other is unnatural at the ankles. Twisted, it also looks old wounds.

A crutch with the thickness of an arm was lying on the edge of the wall, as if a branch had been cut directly.

Wu Chuyu called twice gently, but did not see Dewey wake up. After careful observation, he heard a smell of wine floating in the air, and three or four empty wine goblets fell on the wall.

It seems that he is already drunk.

Wu Chuyu couldn't help frowning, secretly saying that she hadn't come by accident. Why did Dewey not get drunk early, and not get drunk late, but happened to be drunk at this time?

Ying Yuejiefei looked at the wind outside the door and waited for about a quarter of an hour before she saw Chu Yuyin coming out with a face.

Standing under the sun, he took a few breaths of fresh air to dispel the musty smell that was just inhaled in the room. Chu Yu gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "I've seen drunk, never seen someone so drunk. Don't wake up, drive home, come back tomorrow! "

Yue Jiefei said "ah", then thought something like: "Princess, why not? If you want to ask something, you might as well get the kid back to the house and ask him when he wakes up, This will also save you from being respected and noble again. "The environment here is really bad.

Chu Chuyu froze for a moment, then a strange look appeared on her face, she whispered, "No need, just let him stay here, and take him back to the house, I'm afraid it is not good."

After saying that, she ignored Yue Jiefei's fog, and turned and walked out of this messy alley.

Chu Yu didn't get on the carriage. She walked slowly along the curved roadway. Yue Jiefei was puzzled, but looking at Chu Yu's appearance, she felt that she shouldn't ask questions intuitively. Walking slowly to the Qinhuai River, the river was flowing quietly, even the ripples on the water surface were so gentle and gentle, it seemed that I could not bear to hurt anyone and things, but who knows, how much undercurrent is at the bottom of the river What about the turbulence?

Soon after Chu Yu left, a white figure appeared in front of the house where Chu Yu had just entered. He loosened his sleeves loosely, exposing a white and clean wrist, pressing his long fingers on the door, and rough wood. Pricking the soft abdomen of fingers, sighed slowly, and opened the door to enter.

Seeing that the person in the room was sleeping, his expression remained unchanged. He only took a pill bottle from his arms, pulled the stopper and shook it under Dewey's nose. The acrid taste penetrated into the nose. , Quickly sober the drunken man, Dewey's open eyes startled, muttered impatiently: "Who is it?"

Wu Rongzhi smiled slightly and asked softly, "Do you remember what happened in Princess House three or four years ago?"

As soon as he mentioned the Princess Mansion, Dewey struck a stimulus all over his body. He immediately sobered up, and he clearly saw the tolerant description. At first he was a little confused, and then seemed to think of something, and his whole body trembled fiercely!

不受 His upper and lower teeth were pounded uncontrollably, and even the words were incoherent: "You, you, you ..."

Wu Rongzhi still smiled, his dark eyes were so gentle and soft, but in Dewey's eyes, it was the same as the demon's charm: "You ... what are you doing ...?"

Tong Rongzhi smiled and said: "Are you asking me? The unknown little soldier who survived in the past has become bolder?"

His words were very soft, but Dewey felt a terrible murderous intention, and his courage broke. He seemed to be back on that rainy night that year, and he crawled out of the pit in the mass grave in the suburb and lost one. Legs and Jiankang's body continued to live in this city, but unexpectedly, today, I saw a nightmare that has not been dispelled for several years.

Tong Rongzhi sighed, "Someone just came to you, what have you said?"

Dewey shook his head in horror, then he was so drunk so unconscious, how could he remember who was there?

Rongzhi smiled very kindly: "That's fine."

He said, he turned and left.

Dewey was paralyzed on the straw mat, only to find that his whole body was soaked with sweat. Although he was frightened, he unexpectedly saved his life, which made him very happy, lest he be found again. Dewey He quickly got up and used a cane to organize the things in the house. There was nothing to organize. He found two strings of money from under the mat, limped into his arms, and limped out.

He only opened the door, but Dewey saw a red shadow standing in the doorway, the shadow carrying the light, blocking the way out of the doorway, his clothes were bright red, and he had a cold throat before he could think about it.

It was a very thin coolness, which penetrated into the skin thinly and sharply, as if it was easy, and then cut off anything.

How could it be cold? He stretched out his other hand to touch his neck in confusion, but felt the warm liquid pouring out, raised his hand in confusion, and saw the bright red on one hand, the same color as the man's shirt.

Dewey wanted to speak and shout, but the cold autumn wind was poured into his throat, and before falling completely to understand, he fell to the ground.

Wu Rongzhi walked slowly in the alley. Behind him, he took back the long sword's flowers wrongly. The autumn mood was very high. The breeze blew his white clothes, making him look like he was floating.

Wu Rongzhi spoke softly and didn't know who he was talking to: "Since Wang Yizhi left the book, he naturally knew what. Since I guessed this, why wouldn't he completely cut off the grass?"

On the second day, Chu Yu entered the palace early in the morning, and then went back to her house to dress up and go out. She did not have the opportunity to learn the news of Dewey's death. Even before the carriage had driven out of the street outside Princess House, an accident occurred.