Recap
“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?
Rong Yu: “Can’t you see it? My hands are shaking.”
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Chu Zhuo couldn’t help laughing: “Hands can shake like this.”
His smile gradually faded.
“Try to write again.” Chu Zhuo said it in a deep voice.
Rong Yu was impatient, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up the brush to write. There was no problem with the posture of the writing, but the words he wrote were crooked, and there was no trace of the elegance and grace when he signed in the past.
Chu Zhuo saw clearly this time that Rong Yu’s hands were shaking uncontrollably.
There was no smile in his eyes at all.
Can hold a brush, but can no longer write or paint.
Thinking of the scrolls hanging in Yuqing Palace, Chu Zhuo felt a stab in his heart. What a cruel thing this was for the young man.
Rong Yu reacted calmly, which was within his expectations.
The task was not so easy to complete.
But it was not very difficult either. No matter what, there was always a way to the end. Rong Yu did not take it too seriously.
Chu Zhuo looked at Rong Yu’s calmness but interpreted the complex emotions of “shock, despair, disbelief, loneliness, and daze.”.
He was immediately anxious and didn’t know what to do. In the end, he could only say a pale and powerless comfort: “It’s okay, it’s just a temporary tremor, and it will be better in the future.”
Will it be better in the future? No one knows.
Even the imperial physician said that Rong Yu’s hands could not be saved. Now that he can hold things again with the help of bone growth, it is an unexpected surprise. It will be a little difficult to paint and write again.
Rong Yu’s lips curled up in a very faint arc: “I’m not in a hurry.”
He can still stay in this world for a while.
In Chu Zhuo’s eyes, that smile was just a forced smile.
He was speechless and could only hug the thin young man lovingly.
Chu Zhuo was sincerely pitying and sympathizing, but Rong Yu and Blood Jade Bracelet were truly heartless.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Hahahahahaha, what is that thing you drew? Is that a red sun? Hahahaha, which world has so many small red suns?
Rong Yu: Yes, isn’t that what happened after your Lord God was torn into pieces?
Blood Jade Bracelet:…
The devil is the devil; he is so cruel as soon as he opens his mouth.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Don’t be like this; you all know that our Lord God didn’t mean to scum you, and being torn into pieces is… not a crime.
Rong Yu: I can’t stand you, this loyal little bracelet, always forcing your master to die.
Blood Jade Bracelet whispered: But the painting is really funny; I’m just telling the truth…
Rong Yu: Hand shaking is the physiological reaction of this body. I am a master of painting.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Really? I don’t believe it. Unless you prove it to me,.
Rong Yu’s narcissism is top-notch among the Blood Jade Bracelets. It doesn’t believe any boasting from the Demon King.
Rong Yu said with pity: I’ve said it before; I know more than you can imagine. Not believing in things beyond your own cognition is your narrow-mindedness and shallow knowledge, and it has nothing to do with me.
He doesn’t need to prove anything to this broken bracelet.
Blood Jade Bracelet said perfunctorily: Yes, you are amazing. Wait until you cure your Parkinson’s. Oh, stop shaking your hands.
Rong Yu: If I really paint well, how about you promise me a condition?
Blood Jade Bracelet asked vigilantly: What condition?
Rong Yu: Unseal me in all the worlds after this.
Blood Jade Bracelet: No!
It hasn’t lost its mind yet. Although it doesn’t believe that the Great Demon King can paint well, if the Great Demon King is really good, then it’s over.
Rong Yu: Oh, you don’t dare.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Provocation is useless! It’s not that I don’t want to, but you don’t think about how dangerous your power is. If you can’t control it well, it will be the end of the world!
Rong Yu smiled: I can’t control my power? It’s you who don’t believe I can control it. Don’t you know the relationship between your master and me? Now that I know about the timeline, I don’t hate him anymore. Even if I am unsealed, I will not run away again, let alone destroy those small worlds. So what’s wrong with unsealing?
Blood Jade Bracelet couldn’t find words to refute for a while: But, but…
Rong Yu took a step back, and the sky was wide open. So, maybe not all the worlds in the future; just one world will be fine, right?
Blood Jade Bracelet was dizzy: OK, OK…
One world, it seems okay?
Rong Yu: This is what you promised. As the Lord God’s life artifact who keeps his word, you can’t go back on your word.
The Blood Jade Bracelet suddenly woke up.
Wait a minute, what do you mean by one world? As long as the power of the Great Demon King is unsealed to more than 50%, it will be too strong to control him. Without the Lord’s help, it would not be possible to seal the Great Demon King itself!
What is the difference between unsealing for only one world and unsealing for every?
The Blood Jade Bracelet realized that it had fallen into the Demon King’s word trap again. The hateful thing was that it really could not even regret it. The Lord God had the light and justice of the sun’s divinity. As the Lord God’s own divine weapon, it inherited the light attribute and would never do evil things that violated its own attributes.
It clearly wanted to laugh at the Great Demon King’s painting skills at first, so how could it be coaxed into signing such a bad deal?
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In the next few days, Rong Yu locked himself in the room and practiced painting and writing all day.
In fact, even if he didn’t practice these, Rong Yu had never stepped out of the Jade Palace since he came to this world, except for the first day in the Heavenly Prison. First of all, he had not recovered from his injury some time ago and had been lying in bed to recuperate. Secondly, it was too cold outside, and he couldn’t stand going out. Finally, it was equally boring inside and outside the palace.
Practicing calligraphy and painting was still a good way to pass the time.
But the problem of shaking hands when holding a brush never got better. The whole bottle of medicine was used up. He could hold the chopsticks steadily and grab light objects at will, but he would tremble when he picked up the brush. He couldn’t control it.
It seemed that he would be branded with this problem for the rest of his life. These days, the scene in Yuqing Palace was like this: Chu Zhuo was sitting at the table at one end, reviewing memorials, and Rong Yu was sitting at the desk at the other end, practicing calligraphy and painting.
Chu Zhuo wrote with divine authority, and the memorials he reviewed were folded neatly.
Rong Yu didn’t make any progress at all, and the waste paper balls were thrown everywhere.
At first, Rong Yu would crumple the waste rice paper into a ball and throw it into the wastebasket. Later, when the wastebasket was full, Rong Yu became more and more impatient and simply threw it on the ground behind him.
Anyway, there were palace servants to clean it up.
This problem really can’t be cured by diligent practice.
Chu Zhuo was looking down to review the memorials, and suddenly a ball of paper fell on the table. He paused with the tip of his pen and looked up, and it was indeed thrown by Rong Yu.
There were many large and small paper balls scattered on the ground, and this one just happened to fall in front of him. Rong Yu had his back to him, and he never looked back, still concentrating on practicing.
Chu Zhuo unfolded the paper ball and saw a picture on the wrinkled rice paper.
Turtle? Or a little snake?
It was so bumpy and crooked that it was really hard to see the shape.
Chu Zhuo stood up quietly, picked up a few paper balls from the ground, unfolded them, and tried to identify that they should be a cat, a worm, a chicken—very abstract.
He walked over with the four pieces of paper. Rong Yu was biting the pen, and his face was stained with paint. He didn’t know how he painted.
The rice paper in front of him was still blank, and he didn’t know what kind of destruction he was about to suffer. Chu Zhuo saw him staring at the white paper in a daze, and he felt pity again.
Chu Zhuo felt that he needed to comfort the young man, help him regain his confidence, and tell him, “You paint very well.”
Seeing that no one noticed his presence for a long time, Chu Zhuo made a noise to show his presence: “Ahem.”
Rong Yu was bored and almost fell asleep. He was startled by the words and spit out the brush in his mouth. He turned around and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Chu Zhuo put the paper with the turtle in front of him: “This is…”
Rong Yu glanced at it and said, “Isn’t it obvious?”
Chu Zhuo immediately praised: “The little turtle is very cute.”
Rong Yu: “This is the Black Tortoise.”*
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The Black Tortoise is one of the Four Symbols of the Chinese constellations. It is usually depicted as a tortoise intertwined with a snake.
ref source: Souhu)
Chu Zhuo: “…”
“Then what is this cat?”
“White Tiger.”*
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The White Tiger is one of the Four Symbols of the Chinese constellations. ref )
“This worm…”
“Are you blind? This is the Azure Dragon*!” Rong Yu took the painting back unhappily and asked, “Do you know how to appreciate it?”
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It is also one of the Four Symbols of the Chinese constellations
Ref Source: Freepik)
Chu Zhuo was silent for a moment and pointed at the last pheasant: “This Vermillion Bird* is well painted, but why does it have two heads?”
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Also one of the Four symbols in Chinese Constellations)
Rong Yu said coldly, “Because this is a pair of mandarin ducks.”*
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Chu Zhuo was numb. This doesn’t conform to the rules.
The blood jade bracelet almost laughed: People who can draw won’t draw like this even if their hands are shaking. You just can’t draw!
It is not worried that the big devil will win the bet now. If this is called a painting, it will change its name to Red Gold Sun Ring!
No, isn’t the Red Gold Sun Ring its real name?
Rong Yu smiled. “Are you here to laugh at me?”
Chu Zhuo knew he said the wrong thing: “No.”
I want to comfort you.
But obviously, the comfort is not enough.
Chu Zhuo wanted to laugh when he saw this drawing, but he couldn’t laugh when he thought of the paintings that the young man had drawn before.
He used to draw mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, insects, and fish—every one of them was so beautiful.
Ji Yu is very good at painting scenery, but never portraits, probably because no one has entered his heart. He puts his emotions on everything, and every painting is a masterpiece with strong emotions.
It’s nothing like Rong Yu’s soulless ghost paintings.
The contrast is so tragic that Chu Zhuo feels that Rong Yu must have suffered a huge blow.
He is too inhuman if he laughs at him again.
“You have been practicing every day these days; you should always give yourself a break.” Chu Zhuo said, “Your hands have just recovered, so you can’t be too tired.” Rong Yu was not interested: “Then what else can I do?”
This is the original owner’s wish; what can he do?
Otherwise, why would he insist on picking up the paintbrush? It would be enough to pick up chopsticks. Chu Zhuo suggested: “Do you want to go see Emperor Qi?”
He didn’t want people to see Emperor Qi, who had caused him countless harm. But seeing that he was depressed, he just hoped that the other party would be happier after seeing the miserable state of his enemy.
Rong Yu became interested: “Oh?”
Chu Zhuo said, “He has suffered enough in prison these days. Do you want to see his end with your own eyes?”
Rong Yu immediately said, “Yes, yes, yes, are you going now?”
Seeing the miserable state of Emperor Qi with his own eyes is definitely one of Ji Yu’s wishes.
Chu Zhuo scraped the paint off his face: “It’s been snowing these days, and the prison is very cold. Go wash your face first, change your clothes, and put on a cloak.” Chu Zhuo paused and added, “If you don’t want to go to prison, I’ll have someone bring him here.” He suddenly remembered that the man in front of him had also been in prison and suffered torture, and he was afraid of arousing bad memories.
Rong Yu decisively refused: “No, I don’t want him to dirty up my place.”
Both of them changed their clothes, got on the imperial sedan chair, and went to the prison.
He was not unfamiliar with this place.
To be honest, they first met at the gate of the prison. “It’s really thanks to you leading the troops to fight that I was able to escape in the chaos.” Rong Yu looked at the gate of the prison and said, “This place is really not for people to stay.” Chu Zhuo held his hand: “It’s all in the past, and the person staying inside now is Emperor Qi.”
“Let’s go in.”
Rong Yu knew that Emperor Qi would definitely not have an easy time if he fell into Chu Zhuo’s hands. Among the kings who lost to Emperor Chu, Emperor Qi was definitely the most miserable one. The others were beheaded, but this one was humiliated to death.
He had already received several rounds of ordinary punishments, such as whips and sticks. Emperor Qi had weak endurance and fainted several times just from such torture. He would be awakened by ice water and continue to be tortured. Needless to say, his fingers were all broken long ago, and the bones and tendons on his wrists and ankles were not spared. His skin and flesh were full of branding marks, and it seemed that the branding iron had been used many times.
He was castrated by Ji Yu, and his inhumane things were completely gone. Because of Emperor Chu’s order to “treat others in their own way,” he was teased by eunuchs every day.
What he did to Ji Yu in the past, he has now returned a thousand times.
When Rong Yu saw him, Emperor Qi could no longer overlap with the greasy king in Ji Yu’s mind. The limbs of Emperor Qi were twisted at extremely weird angles, and he was crawling on the ground, gasping for breath. He couldn’t see the people coming because his eyeballs had been gouged out, couldn’t hear the sound because his ears had been deafened, and couldn’t wail because his tongue had been cut off.
The terrible thing is that he is still alive, and there will always be doctors with the best medicine to keep him alive.
Tyrant.
Only at this time did Rong Yu realize the title given to Chu Zhuo by the world. Regardless of whether the Sun was the original Emperor Chu, since he regarded himself as Emperor Chu, he would naturally inherit the cruel, bloodthirsty, and cold side of Emperor Chu’s character.
But this side has never been shown in front of Rong Yu.
Rong Yu took a look and turned around. “Give him death.”
It was too hot to the eyes, and it was ugly to him.
Chu Zhuo said uneasily, “If you think it’s cruel, I’ll give him a quick death.” He thought Rong Yu turned away out of fear and unwillingness. Chu Zhuo regretted bringing him to see this scene. He only wanted to relieve his hatred, but he forgot the acceptance of ordinary people.
Would Rong Yu be shocked after seeing this and be afraid of him or even avoid him? In terms of the degree of perversion, Emperor Chu is worse than Emperor Qi. Emperor Qi loves to torture people in bed, and Emperor Chu is directly bloodthirsty and loves to kill. Only Rong Yu is different. He has always been gentle and loving to people, and he carefully put away his dark and bloody other side.
What if he scares him?
Rong Yu glanced at him and said, “Quick death? Give him the Lingchi. But it seems that he can’t take three thousand cuts like this; it’s too difficult for the executioner. Then three hundred cuts.” Ji Yu took three cuts, and he returned it a hundredfold, which is three hundred cuts. Chu Zhuo asked, “Don’t you think it’s… cruel?”
“Why should I sympathize with my enemy?” Rong Yu was surprised.
Cruel? What a joke.
A mere tyrant.
He is the devil.
Chu Zhuo was stunned, then smiled and said, “Okay.”
“Then I’ll do it by slowly slicing.”
Ji Yu’s soul lamp immediately lit up halfway.
This time, the son of destiny was obviously not like Wen Yichu, who would repay evil with kindness, but like Rong Yu, he would repay evil tooth for tooth, or Ji Yu really hated Emperor Qi deeply.
When they walked out of the prison, the sky started to snow again.
“Let’s not sit in the sedan chair; let’s walk back.” Rong Yu had been bored in Yuqing Palace for so long and wanted to breathe some fresh air.
“Okay.”
Chu Zhuo opened an umbrella and pulled Rong Yu into his arms.
As they walked slowly, they saw a red plum blossom on the snowy branch, and then it was blown away by a gust of wind, and the petals floated in the air.
Rong Yu stood there for a long time, watching the petals lightly fall into the snow, and they were soon covered by the snow.
Chu Zhuo asked in a low voice, “What are you thinking about?”
Rong Yu looked at the snow and said, “I was thinking, if I could still paint, I would paint it, and it would bloom eternally.”
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