Recap
Before he could say no, Rong Yu lowered his eyes and said, “You also think it’s ridiculous; I’m a man, but I can’t even do this.”
Chu Zhuo suddenly remembered the hairpin he took out.
All kinds of mixed feelings turned into heartache.
His treasure has been suppressed for so long; if he doesn’t satisfy him, is he still a human being?
Chu Zhuo immediately said, “It’s okay; yours is more important; let’s start now.”
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When he said it, he looked righteous, but when he really did it, Chu Zhuo was particularly uncomfortable. He looked into Rong Yu’s eyes, looking at each other calmly, and he couldn’t do it. He hesitated for a long time and was reluctant.
He thought he was calm and said, “How about blowing out the lights first?”
Rong Yu didn’t hesitate as much as he did and blew out the candle without saying a word: “Huh——”
The young man’s beautiful face instantly disappeared into the darkness.
“Okay.”
Now there was no excuse to delay. Chu Zhuo rubbed his hot cheeks, reached into the quilt, and slowly groped around in the dark.
Not having to watch with his eyes really made him calmer.
Otherwise, he really didn’t know how to restrain himself.
Rong Yu suddenly hummed softly, and the sound was gentle and soothing.
Chu Zhuo froze.
Rong Yu urged, “Don’t just stand there.”
Chu Zhuo had been bewitched for a long time; his eyes were out of focus, and his movements were very mechanical, but it was enough for Rong Yu.
Rong Yu had no power points with his hands, and he lay on Chu Zhuo, his head leaning against Chu Zhuo’s shoulder, and he gasped softly.
Chu Zhuo’s ears turned red as he listened to the sounds, but fortunately, he couldn’t see them because he had extinguished the candle.
In the long and silent night, there was only the rustling sound of fabrics rubbing against each other, mixed with the young man’s moving hum.
Rong Yu’s body had not been relaxed for too long, and when he finally fell into Chu Zhuo’s palm, the whole person became soft and clung to him.
Chu Zhuo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and hugged the person in his arms tightly with his other arm, whispering, “Should I do it myself?”
There was no way to help each other, so Chu Zhuo could only help himself.
Rong Yu leaned against him and was too lazy to move, and his voice was full of sleepiness: “It’s okay to just hold me.”
“You really are…” Chu Zhuo was speechless.
Rong Yu was so frank that he let it go.
Holding the person in his arms, thinking about the hands that had just touched him.
Chu Zhuo closed his eyes and let it go.
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Chu Zhuo was embarrassed. He treated himself more perfunctorily than Rong Yu. He finished hurriedly and looked down. The person in his arms was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.
He couldn’t help but smile, put Rong Yu down gently, and went to wash his hands.
His fingers were cold after being soaked in cold water. Chu Zhuo patted the heat on his face to dissipate a little, then quietly returned to the bed, opened the quilt, and lay in it, hugging the warm body in his arms.
They slept in each other’s arms all night.
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The next day, Chu Zhuo moved all the memorials to Yuqing Palace, as he said, and almost stayed with Rong Yu except for attending court.
This also led to more rumors outside, accusing Rong Yu of being a demonic concubine. However, Rong Yu couldn’t hear anything in Yuqing Palace. Chu Zhuo protected him tightly and didn’t let any gossip reach his ears.
In Yuqing Palace, Chu Zhuo reviewed the memorials, and Rong Yu sat aside and watched. With Ji Yu’s memory, he can recognize the characters in this world, but this does not mean that he can understand what is written on the memorial.
Chu Zhuo is obviously very good at this. He can write a memorial with just one glance. He is very efficient. Even if Rong Yu is watching from the side, he is serious and focused.
No wonder Yan Zhao in the previous world got used to court affairs so quickly. It turns out that he is returning to his old business.
Rong Yu looked at it a few times and then withdrew his eyes without interest. He lay lazily, resting his chin on the table, and opened his mouth to bite the snacks on the plate. He took a small bite at a time, almost biting off a few crumbs, and ate very slowly.
Chu Zhuo was not fully focused; the beauty was right next to him; how could he only focus on reading the memorial?
Chu Zhuo couldn’t help laughing when he saw Rong Yu trying to bite the snacks from the corner of his eye, and he almost drew the wrong strokes.
He simply reached out and stuffed the whole cake into Rong Yu’s mouth. “I’m right beside you; why don’t you ask me for help?”
Rong Yu’s mouth was filled with stuff, and he stared at Chu Zhuo with his eyes: “Hmm!”
Chu Zhuo said in a good mood, “It’s just a little effort; there’s no need to thank me.”
Rong Yu spat the cake back into the plate with a “Pah”: “This sweet cake is delicious only in small bites; you stuffed it all in; are you trying to make me sick?”
Chu Zhuo: “…”
“Cough.” Chu Zhuo coughed to cover up his embarrassment. “Then, then are you still eating?”
“No, it’s too sweet.” Rong Yu said, “Pour me a glass of water.”
Chu Zhuo poured him tea; knowing that Rong Yu’s hands were inconvenient, he fed him directly.
The sweetness in his mouth was diluted, and Rong Yu finally came back to life, lying on the table listlessly.
Chu Zhuo felt distressed: “I will ask the imperial kitchen not to make such sweet cakes next time.”
“It’s not the imperial kitchen’s fault.” Rong Yu said faintly.
Chu Zhuo: “Okay, it’s my fault.”
He looked at the half piece of sweet cake that Rong Yu spat out on the plate and said, “Since you don’t want to eat it, I’ll eat it for you.”
Rong Yu asked, “Do you like to eat what others have left?”
Chu Zhuo said seriously: “Every meal should be thought of as hard-earned. I am the sovereign of an empire; how can I take the lead in extravagance and waste?”
Of course, he would not eat the leftovers, except for those that Rong Yu had eaten.
Hmm. It’s really too sweet.
Chu Zhuo chewed half a piece of cake carefully. Although he almost lost control of his expression, he still stubbornly didn’t swallow it whole.
The cake itself is 100% sweet, plus the bonus of “Rong Yu has eaten it.” The sweetness is 10,000%.
This is a sweet cake with special meaning; he has to savor it slowly.
The man dare not kiss someone on the mouth, so this is also considered an indirect kiss, right?
Rong Yu said, “You are not very frugal in sending me things recently.”
Emperor Qi had previously rewarded Ji Yu with a lot of gold, silver, and jewelry, but Ji Yu didn’t care about these things and put them all in the storehouse to collect dust. Rong Yu was different; he loved these vulgar treasures. A room full of red and golden things was pleasing to the eye, so as soon as he came, he turned out all the treasures that were gathering dust in the storehouse and put them in the house for appreciation.
Chu Zhuo was very jealous after seeing this. Although he knew that Rong Yu could not love Emperor Qi for his outrageous behavior, it was impossible for Rong Yu to miss him, but what was the point of having things given to him by other men in the house? So Chu Zhuo gave an order and immediately replaced all the things with more valuable, precious, and rare things, replacing all the things given by Emperor Qi.
Chu Zhuo said, “Can it be called extravagance and waste? The best things in the world should be used by you. It’s a pity that my cavalry can’t attack the heavenly soldiers; otherwise, the good things in heaven should also be yours.”
Chu Zhuo’s remarks were already very much like those of a tyrant.
Rong Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled: “You said it.”
After more than half a month, the bandage on Rong Yu’s hand was finally removed.
Chu Zhuo valued Rong Yu’s hands more than Rong Yu himself. The first medicine used was “bone growth.”.
The effect of the bone-regenerating medicine is that, as its name suggests, it can regenerate broken bones. It was what Emperor Chu asked the divine doctor for back then. There is only one bottle of this medicine in the world, and it is extremely precious.
Emperor Chu has been personally leading the army for many years, and he has suffered countless injuries on the battlefield, and fractures are commonplace. Having such a bottle of medicine is like his second life. Even so, Emperor Chu only used it once when his leg was broken and he was almost disabled.
He didn’t know how many times he would be injured in the future, and good medicine was to be used on the battlefield, he would never use it for minor injuries on weekdays.
Now he used a whole bottle to treat Rong Yu’s hand.
The doctor naturally said that it was not worth it. The sovereign was using his own life to save a demonic concubine. Chu Zhuo only said that the world is now peaceful and that there will be no war in the future. He may not be in danger, but Rong Yu’s hand really can’t be dragged, so he asked the doctor to take the medicine without question.
The medical officer sighed and felt that Wang had really failed this time. Who would have thought that after winning eight hundred battles, he would lose to a beauty’s heart?
That beauty was a man.
This was something Rong Yu didn’t know.
Or rather, Rong Yu guessed it but pretended not to know.
The efficacy of the bone-growing medicine was obvious to all. After the bandage was removed, Rong Yu’s ten fingers were slender, white, soft, and delicate, and there was no trace of the swollen and terrible appearance before. Ji Yu’s ten finger bones were pinched and broken, and now, looking at the outside, there was no trace of the former tragedy.
Rong Yu looked at these hands and suddenly thought of the ghost king in the last world.
The first thing the ghost king saw at that time was to hold his hand and blow on his bloody ten fingers in one breath.
That really worked better than any medicine.
Chu Zhuo saw that Rong Yu’s hand had recovered well, and he was relieved, but his tone was still a little nervous: “Does it hurt?”
Rong Yu moved his fingers and said, “No.”
He stretched his hands a few times and then crossed them together. “Does it feel the same as before?”
“It’s okay.”
Chu Zhuo finally smiled: “That’s good.”
“What’s good? It’s good that you don’t have to feed me three meals a day, and you can take care of me.” Rong Yu said sarcastically, “I knew that there would be no filial sons in front of a long-term sick bed.” He lost the reason to exploit the sun openly.
It’s good to be a waste. Rong Yu has no psychological burden from being taken care of but is full of resistance to self-reliance.
Chu Zhuo: “…”
What filial son?
He takes care of Rong Yu as a lover, not as an old father!
“If you don’t want to do it, I will take care of you like this in the future.” Chu Zhuo said good-temperedly, “It’s just that you don’t want to, and you can’t; there is still a big difference.”
This sounds like human words.
“But for this meal tonight, you should try to use chopsticks by yourself,” Chu Zhuo said. “See how you recover.”
Rong Yu said, “Then serve me the meal.”
Chu Zhuo was stunned and looked at the sky outside. “It’s not even night yet.”
Rong Yu said the truth: “When I’m hungry, it’s dark.”
“…” Chu Zhuo compromised, “Okay.”
The dinner was served, as rich as ever, with an enticing aroma.
Rong Yu couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks, but he didn’t hold them firmly at first, and the chopsticks slipped from his hand.
Chu Zhuo comforted him: “Don’t worry, take your time.”
Rong Yu picked them up again, and they fell off again.
Chu Zhuo’s heart sank.
Could it be that this hand looks good but is not useful?
The next moment, he saw that beautiful hand give up the chopsticks and take a chicken leg directly from the plate, this time holding it firmly.
Rong Yu ate the chicken leg, which was very bold but not rude.
In Chu Zhuo’s eyes, Rong Yu is cute, no matter what he does.
Rong Yu quickly finished a chicken leg. Holding chopsticks requires too much precision; it’s better to just grab them with your hands.
The big devil has always been impatient.
Chu Zhuo’s heart, which had just been lifted, was put back: “Since you can grab things, it means that your hands are fine. You can pick up chopsticks after practicing a few more times. You eat slowly and drink some soup.”
He scooped a bowl of fish soup for Rong Yu and carefully removed all the fish bones.
Rong Yu drank the soup and practiced how to pick up chopsticks for the whole meal.
After several attempts, he finally succeeded.
Rong Yu was satisfied: “Prepare the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. I will try to see if I can hold the pen.”
Ji Yu’s wish is to paint all the styles of the world. If he wants to paint, he must be able to hold the brush.
If he wants Ji Yu’s soul lamp to light up, healing the hand injury is also an important part. Not being able to paint is more painful for Ji Yu than death.
In the original plot, Ji Yu’s hand was disabled, and he was executed before he received treatment, so his wish was unfulfilled. Now it’s different. His hand has recovered, so he can continue to paint.
Chu Zhuo immediately asked people to prepare. He had seen the paintings in Yuqing Palace, all of which were flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, palace walls and green tiles, floating smoke, and beautiful artistic conception. The signatures were all Ji Yu.
The young man spent his boring days in the palace painting. From these paintings, he saw how good the young man is at painting and how much he loves painting.
What he depicted with his brush were the mountains and rivers in his heart.
Chu Zhuo also wanted to see Rong Yu paint in person.
The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were quickly prepared. Rong Yu stood in front of the table and held the brush in a standard posture.
It was very good; it succeeded.
Then it was time to put the brush to paper.
Rong Yu dipped a little cinnabar pigment and dropped it on the rice paper. He soon drew a red dot, and then the red dots became more and more dense.
Chu Zhuo looked at it for a long time and asked, “Is this a falling flower?”
Rong Yu calmly threw down his brush.
“I want to paint the red sun.”
Chu Zhuo hesitated: “Shouldn’t the red sun be a round one?”
How could such scattered red dots be the sun unless Rong Yu wanted to paint Hou Yi shooting the sun with ten suns?*
*(T/N: Chinese mythology. Ref: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hou_Yi )
Rong Yu: “Can’t you see it? My hands are shaking.”
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