Recap
“It’s just a painting, little lotus; there’s no need to make such misleading sounds; you’re testing me.”
Rong Yu said coldly, “There’s nothing you can do; you have to bear it.”
Chu Zhuo: “…”
It’s too vindictive.
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The cold moonlight shines through the window lattice, and the candlelight flickers in the quiet night. The half-dressed beauty in red lies on the couch with his eyes closed, allowing the tip of the brush dipped in vermilion to draw on his back.
Chu Zhuo holds the pen and concentrates on the painting. A wanton and gorgeous red lotus slowly blooms under his pen, blooming on the fair skin with great visual impact.
Rong Yu made some noises deliberately to tease him at first, but after painting for a long time, he fell asleep unknowingly, leaving only the breath of the two.
The candle burned down. Chu Zhuo put down the brush, looked at the red lotus formed on Rong Yu’s back, and could not see the original mark at all.
It’s done.
Seeing Rong Yu had fallen asleep, Chu Zhuo silently pulled his clothes on him and quietly carried him to the bed.
The last fine sand slowly fell from the hourglass.
The New Year has arrived.
Happy New Year! Chu Zhuo looked at Rong Yu’s sleeping face and said it silently in his heart.
His eyebrows were gentle, but his eyes were not happy.
Chu Zhuo’s every move towards Rong Yu showed how much he loved him. But he never told Rong Yu that he loved him directly, nor did he ask Rong Yu how he treated him.
He was born with a heart disease, and the imperial physician once asserted that he would not live past the age of thirty.
He was already twenty-six years old, and after the New Year he would be twenty-seven, leaving only three years.
How could a dying person protect this little lotus? After his death, how could he protect him, who was criticized by the ministers?
He was unwilling to give up on him, so he could only maintain the status quo as it is now.
“Little Lotus.” Chu Zhuo gently touched his face. “What should I do with you?”
“I have always known how to act, but why am I so confused and at a loss when I see you?”
Rong Yu, who was in her sleep, could not hear what he said. He only felt that her face was itchy, and he uttered a low mutter.
Chu Zhuo immediately retracted his hand.
He was silent for a long time, then laid down again and forcefully took the young man into his arms.
Chu Zhuo’s eyes became firm.
“Three years is three years. I want to be selfish for once. I hope you don’t blame me. It doesn’t matter if you blame me. Anyway…” Chu Zhuo whispered, “As long as I am alive, I will not let you go.”
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There were three days off from court on New Year’s Day. It was rare for Chu Zhuo to have a day when he could hold someone and sleep until dawn. The next day, Rong Yu woke up in his arms and was quite surprised: “You came back from the court and slept with me again?” Chu Zhuo chuckled and said, “No court today.”
“Oh.” Rong Yu then remembered that it was New Year’s Day and said, “Happy New Year.”
An ordinary blessing made Chu Zhuo’s heart sweet as honey.
Rong Yu asked, “Is the lotus painting done?”
Chu Zhuo said, “It’s done.”
“Then I have to see it; it can’t be too ugly for me.” Rong Yu sat up from the quilt, untied the laces, took off his shirt a little, turned his head to look at his back, and saw a blood-red color.
He couldn’t see the specific shape of the lotus at this angle.
When he took it off, his chest was no longer covered. Chu Zhuo got excited and pulled the quilt to wrap him up tightly: “You, don’t take off your clothes.”
Early in the morning, it was simply a blatant seduction.
“What are you doing? I can’t see it clearly.” Rong Yu turned back, dissatisfied.
“It’s on your back; how can you see it clearly? Don’t worry, it’s not ugly; the lotus I drew for you is the most beautiful.” Chu Zhuo turned his head away and said, “Put on your clothes.”
Rong Yu stared at him. “Why don’t you dare to look at me?”
Chu Zhuo: “You are not wearing clothes.”
Rong Yu: “Why are you pretending? It’s not the first time you’ve seen me without clothes. Isn’t it you who bathed me? Isn’t it you who applied medicine for me? Isn’t it you who helped me?”
“…It’s me.” Chu Zhuo was speechless at these three questions, and he was embarrassed to say them directly. Because of this, he endured it very hard every time. Especially now that it is morning, men are full of blood in the morning, and being teased by his sweetheart is too painful.
“We are both men, and you still care about this?” Rong Yu laughed, “In the past, the soldiers in the barracks were all shirtless; do you avoid them? Like a woman?”
Before he finished speaking, his wrist was held down by Chu Zhuo, and he was pressed on the pillow, looking straight at Chu Zhuo.
“Like a woman?” Chu Zhuo seemed to laugh angrily. “I really feel sorry for you in vain.”
If he were not afraid that this delicate little lotus could not bear it, he would not have endured it so much.
Rong Yu was still courting death: “Isn’t it? Why is a grown man shy? I think you are a woman. Is what I said reasonable, Miss Chu?”
Chu Zhuo pressed him down and said condescendingly, “You have recovered from your illness, right? You look very energetic.” He was also sharp-tongued and used to show his teeth and claws at him.
Rong Yu looked at him unyieldingly: “What? You still want to hit me?”
“How dare I?” Chu Zhuo said slowly, “I just want to clear my name and let you know whether I am a real man.”
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On the first day of the new year, Rong Yu fell asleep.
The word “sleep” should be preceded by the word “quilt.”.
The palace servant also wanted to come in and call them to get up, but after hearing the noises in the room, he retreated with a red face, thinking that His Majesty really dotes on Master Ji, and is…
Oh, it’s really hard to say.
Inside the room.
“Little Lotus.” Chu Zhuo said nervously, “Are you okay?”
Rong Yu leaned against the head of the bed, slightly raised his eyelids, and spoke: “What’s with that expression, Your Majesty? It looks like I bullied you. Weren’t you quite brave just now?”
Chu Zhuo was silent for a moment. “I was a little impulsive just now, and now I’m reflecting.”
He admitted that he was impulsive. No, he always wanted to pick this lotus, but he always endured it. This time he really took action, or because of Rong Yu’s words and deeds this morning, no man could stand it.
He couldn’t help it and picked the flower.
If Rong Yu had resisted during the process, he would not have continued.
But Little lotus didn’t!
He was so active and enthusiastic; he couldn’t stop.
Considering Rong Yu’s physical condition, Chu Zhuo had tried his best to restrain himself and didn’t go too far. But Rong Yu was too weak, and no matter how gently he was treated, he fainted.
Chu Zhuo: “!!!” He was frightened and withered on the spot.
When Rong Yu woke up, he seriously thought about the psychological shadow of the world if the sun was afraid to go to bed.
His pale face and unhappy expression successfully aroused Chu Zhuo’s pity and guilt, and he reflected on whether he had gone too far.
Rong Yu was indeed unhappy.
It wasn’t because Chu Zhuo was too extreme.
He deliberately teased Chu Zhuo. The progress bar of the sun’s enlightenment was too slow, so Rong Yu simply pushed it directly.
He felt that he could still fight for another 300 rounds, but his body didn’t cooperate, and he fainted.
It’s so embarrassing—so embarrassing!
This can be listed as the most shameful moment in the career of the Demon King.
Chu Zhuo would not laugh at him for this; this is too inhuman.
Chu Zhuo’s tone was full of concern: “You must be hungry after not eating for a day. I asked someone to prepare meals.”
Rong Yu turned his head and looked out the window. It was almost dusk. “Has it been a day?”
“Well, we made a fuss for a long time, and you slept for a long time.”
Rong Yu nodded and said calmly, “Oh, no wonder I fainted from hunger.”
He emphasized the word “fainted from hunger.”.
He fainted from hunger, not from doing it!
Chu Zhuo almost laughed out loud, but then felt that he couldn’t be so conscienceless, so he quickly held back.
“Yes, yes, it’s all my fault. I didn’t take good care of my little Lotus’s stomach.” Chu Zhuo admitted his mistake with a good attitude and confirmed again, “Is there really no discomfort?”
When Rong Yu fainted, the imperial physician had already come and confirmed that there was no problem; it was purely physical exhaustion. Chu Zhuo was worried and asked again.
Rong Yu looked at him and said, “If there is really any discomfort, can you solve it?”
Chu Zhuo’s heart tightened. Is there really any discomfort?
“Tell me, I can solve it.” And the entire Imperial Hospital will solve it together. If it can’t be solved, the Imperial Hospital will solve it.
The tyrant’s anger is so unreasonable.
Rong Yu said, “It’s uncomfortable to see you; you can solve it yourself.”
Chu Zhuo: “…”
Today’s tyrant is self-destructive.
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The dinner was quickly prepared and served. It was a bowl of chicken porridge. Rong Yu’s body is not suitable for eating greasy and meaty things. This is another kind of torture for the big devil, who doesn’t like plain food.
Chu Zhuo held the steaming bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, blew on the hot steam, and fed it to Rong Yu.
Rong Yu opened his mouth very naturally.
Before Rong Yu’s hand was bandaged, Chu Zhuo had always fed him like this, and his movements were already very skilled.
The chicken in the bowl was quickly swept away, and Rong Yu used up half a bowl of porridge and then turned his head away and said, “I don’t want to eat anymore.”
Chu Zhuo frowned. “What’s wrong? Is it not delicious?”
He knew Rong Yu’s appetite, so he wouldn’t be unable to eat just now.
“I just don’t have an appetite.”
“Then ask the kitchen to make you others.”
“No.”
“Didn’t you say you were hungry?” Chu Zhuo laughed. “You don’t want to eat now?”
Rong Yu didn’t say anything; the side of his face was hidden under his black hair.
Chu Zhuo felt something was wrong, turned his shoulder over, and found that his face was pale, and he was obviously not feeling well.
His face immediately tensed up, and he said in a low voice, “What’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?” Rong Yu lowered his head and pointed to his stomach reluctantly. Chu Zhuo turned his head and shouted, “Call the imperial physician!”.
The imperial physician came and went in a hurry. After the examination, he said that Rong Yu had stomach problems and had not eaten breakfast for a long time. He was hungry all day today, so his stomach problems broke out. It’s not serious. If he takes good care of himself with three meals a day, it won’t easily break out again.
The imperial physician said a lot, finally prescribed a Chinese medicine, and left. Rong Yu listened to the names of those Chinese medicines and thought of the bitter taste that was hard to swallow, and the whole demon lost its vitality.
Rong Yu: Next time, the son of luck must not be a medicine jar; you are trying to kill me.
Blood Jade Bracelet: I just came back, I was staring at mosaic for a long time. You’re really amazing. Why can’t you do it at night instead?
Chu Zhuo asked the doctor to leave and turned around with a stern face to teach Rong Yu: “You can’t sleep in and miss breakfast anymore. You should wake up when I wake up and develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early to eat three meals on time.”
Rong Yu said angrily, “You might as well kill me!”
Chu Zhuo said, “I can’t bear it.”
“Then just commit suicide.”
“Even if I die and become a ghost, I have to supervise you to eat well.”
The word “get out” was not spoken. Rong Yu suddenly thought of Yan Zhao in the previous world. During those three years, Yan Zhao often cooked for him in person. Only the breakfast made by Yan Zhao could make Rong Yu resist the quilt and get up early in the morning to eat obediently.
Rong Yu said, “Okay, unless you cook for me yourself.” Rong Yu is the only one in the world who dares to speak like this to let the emperor wash his hands and cook soup for him.
Chu Zhuo said without hesitation, “Okay.”
“By the way, you have to take the medicine again tonight.”
Rong Yu: “I can’t do it! You’d better kill me!”
No matter how much Rong Yu protested, the dark Chinese medicine was still boiled up. Chu Zhuo put the Chinese medicine on the table and waited for it to cool down a little.
After so much trouble, Chu Zhuo still hasn’t had dinner yet. He was worried about leaving Rong Yu, and it was too cruel to enjoy a big meal in front of Rong Yu, so he didn’t waste the half bowl of white porridge that Rong Yu had left. He picked it up and ate it, which was not a waste.
The cold white porridge was not delicious, and there was no chicken, but Chu Zhuo ate it with relish.
Rong Yu couldn’t bear it: “It’s cold now. Do you want to have stomach problems like me? Otherwise, I’ll share half of this bitter medicine with you.”
“I’m not as weak as you; don’t worry.” Chu Zhuo asked, “Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable? You won’t feel uncomfortable after drinking the medicine.”
Nonsense; a heart patient is qualified to say this.
Chu Zhuo didn’t care about his own health at all; he was only worried about Rong Yu.
Rong Yu saw that Chu Zhuo’s brows were inextricably knitted, and he sighed and gave it a go.
He frowned, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, raised his head, drank it all, and put the empty bowl back. “I’ve finished it.”
Chu Zhuo was surprised: “Why are you so obedient this time?”
“Yes, I’m obedient; don’t worry about it.” Rong Yu said unhappily, “It’s so unpalatable.”
Chu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows relaxed: “Little Lotus finally knows to be considerate of his body.”
Rong Yu: “Heh.”
He is not being considerate of himself.
It’s just…
You can’t always make a patient with heart disease experience heartache.
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