Recap
Blood Jade Bracelet: Good, you won’t, but he doesn’t know; he thinks you will suffer. It’s better to suffer short-term pain than experience long-term pain. If he is destined to die young, it’s better to let you be happy for a few years without knowing anything, rather than letting you suffer for a few more years before finally sending him away. You’ll hate him for hiding it from you, but from his point of view, it’s okay; it’s all out of love! If you are dying soon, will you tell him?
Rong Yu: No.
Blood Jade Bracelet: That’s it…
Rong Yu: But I originally hated him and wanted to use this trick to take revenge on him, leaving him with a psychological shadow that he will never forget.
Blood Jade Bracelet: What do you mean?
Rong Yu: There is no if; I am really going to die soon.
Blood Jade Bracelet:??? ? ! ! !
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The Blood Jade Bracelet asked in horror: What do you mean? Do you want to use death as an escape to take revenge on the Lord God in this world? I remind you that if you die, you will be dead directly, and the soul lamp of the son of luck will be extinguished!
Rong Yu: Do I look so brainless?
Blood Jade Bracelet: So, are you planning to fake your death? Go one step ahead of the Lord God?
Rong Yu: I originally had this plan.
He wanted the sun to experience the same heart-wrenching pain as he did at the beginning, in addition to the separation of life and death.
At that time, he once thought that the sun was dead.
But when he came to this world and found that there was a timeline problem between him and the sun, Rong Yu stopped his plan to punish the sun with death.
At least, not in this world.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Oh, yes, you mean originally… Then you are not angry now, and you will not create psychological trauma for the Lord God anymore, right?
Rong Yu: That depends on whether your master wants to tell me the truth or not.
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In September, the weather is clear and refreshing.
Ji Yu’s long candle lit up, announcing that Rong Yu’s hand was finally completely healed.
Being able to paint again fulfilled most of Ji Yu’s wishes. As long as Rong Yu was free from the high palace walls and could travel freely in the world, he could complete the task of this world.
But Rong Yu chose to stay in the palace to accompany Chu Zhuo.
On the day when Chu Divine Doctor asserted that Rong Yu’s hands were fine, Chu Zhuo was overjoyed and couldn’t wait to let Rong Yu try to paint to verify whether he was healed.
Blood Jade Bracelet also urged: Hurry up; I must see your painting skills!
The matter concerns whether the future world should receive an unsealed Great Demon King, and the Blood Jade Bracelet is very concerned about it.
Based on Rong Yu’s previous scribbles, the Blood Jade Bracelet does not believe that he can paint anything good.
Rong Yu held the blank rice paper on the table very steadily, but he was unable to put the brush to paper.
Chu Zhuo’s face gradually became worried: “Is there something wrong with your hand?”
The Blood Jade Bracelet gloated: You can’t pretend anymore; you just can’t draw!
Rong Yu put down his pen: “I can’t paint on a blank piece of paper; where are your previous paintings?”
Chu Zhuo thought that Little lotus hadn’t painted for a long time, and he was a little unfamiliar. “I’ll go get it; are you going to copy it?”
Chu Zhuo quickly brought over a stack of scrolls. After a few months, there were obviously many more paintings. Now painting Rong Yu has become Chu Zhuo’s second hobby.
His first hobby is Rong Yu.
Rong Yu picked and chose, and he picked out a scroll in which he sat alone in front of the window, obsessed with playing chess with himself. These paintings were all from Chu Zhuo’s brush strokes. Except for some unspeakable moments, there was basically only Rong Yu in the paintings.
Rong Yu did not think twice and started to paint.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Lord God’s paintings are so good; aren’t you ruining Lord God’s paintings by scribbling like this?
Blood Jade Bracelet’s voice faded.
Chu Zhuo’s paintings are already at the master level, and because he was full of affection for the people in the paintings when he painted, the paintings are full of spirit. Even if a court painter came to recreate it, no matter how skilled he was, it would be superfluous.
Under Rong Yu’s brush, a man in black clothes holding a black piece gradually sat on the empty chair opposite the young man in red in front of the window. It was lifelike and vivid, and looking at his eyebrows and eyes, it was Chu Zhuo.
Putting it in this painting, it doesn’t seem out of place at all, and it blends in naturally.
The Blood Jade Bracelet was speechless.
It has also seen Rong Yu’s previous practice paintings. Those landscapes and animals were all painted like children’s graffiti. How come this drawing suddenly reached the master level?
It is definitely not because the hand injury has been cured. Most people have a pair of normal hands, but not everyone can draw such a painting. If it is said that he inherited the skills of the original owner, it is not quite right—Ji Yu has always only painted scenery, not portraits, and his style is free and easy. Rong Yu’s paintings are rich in ink and color, bright and bright. The styles of the two are completely different.
It is really Rong Yu’s true skill.
The blood-jade bracelet was confused. When the great devil painted the mandarin duck as a bird before, it didn’t seem like he was pretending. Did he study the art of painting secretly?
Blood jade bracelet: I don’t believe it; this is not true! How can he draw people so well when he can’t draw other things well?
Rong Yu: Remember to unlock the seal in the next world.
Blood Jade Bracelet:…
Chu Zhuo watched him gradually take shape under Rong Yu’s brush and was moved and surprised. He knew that Little lotus was good at painting, as evidenced by the many landscape paintings in Yuqing Palace, but he did not expect that Little lotus’s portraits were so unique and touched people’s hearts.
After Rong Yu finished painting, he added another name next to Chu Zhuo’s signature in the lower left corner. It was not Ji Yu, but Little lotus.
Chu Zhuo looked at their names side by side, and his heart surged: “I never knew that your portraits were so beautiful.”
Rong Yu said, “I painted you; you can just say that you think you are beautiful; you can be narcissistic, you don’t have to beat around the bush.”
“No, I never cared about my appearance before, but I think it looks particularly good when I’m drawn from your brush.” Chu Zhuo explained, “I looked at your previous paintings; there was no portrait.”
“That’s natural; it’s my first time painting a portrait.” Rong Yu said.
Chu Zhuo was stunned. “This is your first time painting a portrait?”
“Why not? No one has ever caught my eye before.”
Chu Zhuo whispered, “So… I am the first person that Little lotus has drawn.”
This realization made him so happy that he even wanted to run out and run around the entire palace without caring about his image.
Rong Yu emphasized: “You are the only one I will paint.” Not everyone can fit into his paintings. Not to mention people; all kinds of things in the world are not worthy of his brushstrokes.
The arrogant demon king has only drawn one sun in his life.
Of course, this is not the first time he has drawn a portrait.
To be precise, he has only drawn portraits.
Chu Zhuo’s eyes were full of light.
He wanted to go out for a run now and run around the entire palace. Ten laps would not be enough.
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After unlocking the painting skill, Rong Yu changed all the single-person paintings that Chu Zhuo had drawn before into double-person paintings.
Chu Zhuo, who cooked and made tea for him, Chu Zhuo, who drew eyebrows and tied hair for him, Chu Zhuo, who painted a red lotus for him; Chu Zhuo, who pushed the swing for him…
All of them were filled in.
Chu Zhuo was secretly happy, pretending to be reserved on the surface: “Are you so attached to me? You can’t bear to be separated even in the paintings.”
Rong Yu said, as a matter of course, “Yes, life and death cannot separate us. So of course we have to be together in paintings as well.”
Chu Zhuo’s smile suddenly faded.
He said, “Don’t always paint me; you can also paint something else.”
A painting can show a person’s pursuit. Chu Zhuo saw a painting signed by Ji Yu in Yuqing Palace before, and he could see the painter’s love and yearning for the world. He comforted himself that when he died, Little lotus could still express his feelings in the mountains and rivers of the world and regard him as a passing cloud. Now Little lotus’s thoughts and paintings are all about him, which is not good.
Rong Yu said, “I can’t draw anything else.”
Chu Zhuo said, “You clearly used to…”
“Ji Yu is Ji Yu, and I am me. Ji Yu and Little lotus both have different signatures.” Rong Yu looked at him and said, “I can only draw you.”
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Chu Zhuo said nothing after that.
Rong Yu was not discouraged. He slowly added the figures of the two people to Chu Zhuo’s painting and finally spread out a piece of white paper and began to draw a pair of perfect couples.
The protagonists were, naturally, him and Chu Zhuo.
When the two characters in the painting were finished, they stood side by side, magnificent and extraordinary. But there was no background; it was blank, and it looked very monotonous.
Rong Yu called Chu Zhuo over: “Help add a few strokes and add the background.”
Chu Zhuo came over and saw the painting with his eyes moving. The painting was of him and Little lotus; both of them were dressed in red, and they were very well matched when standing together.
“What background do you want to add?” Chu Zhuo asked as he took the brush.
Rong Yu instructed: “Draw the palace in the back.”
“Okay.”
“Draw a few lanterns under the eaves.”
Chu Zhuo was the patient Party B: “Palace lanterns?”
Rong Yu was the picky Party A: “Red lotus lanterns.”
Chu Zhuo thought for a while: “The kind of lotus lanterns used in lantern festivals?”
Rong Yu: “Red lotus lanterns that can emit sunlight.”
Chu Zhuo: “…” Okay.
He finished with a few strokes: “Is that okay?”
“No, the sunlight is not that weak; make it brighter.”
Rong Yu made demanding requests, and Chu Zhuo let him do as he pleased, revising very patiently.
After eight revisions, Rong Yu looked at it and reluctantly said, “Let’s just leave it at that.”
Chu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “It’s not a very difficult thing. Why don’t you draw it yourself? You’re just trying to bother me.”
Rong Yu said, “I can’t draw.”
“You’re deceiving me, don’t you know? You draw so well; how can you not draw a lamp?” Chu Zhuo looked at the portrait in the painting and noticed something strange: “Why do you have a teardrop mole at the end of your eye?”
Rong Yu: “Because I want to have a teardrop mole.”
Chu Zhuo was speechless.
“When have I ever worn red clothes?”
As an emperor, Chu Zhuo wore a black robe all day and never wore red clothes.
“Can’t you see that this painting is from imagination? You can draw us in the clouds, so can’t I put on red robes for you?” The red robes Rong Yu drew for Chu Zhuo was the one Yan Zhao wore in the last world. He copied it completely from memory.
“Yes, of course.” Chu Zhuo asked curiously, “What scene is this about? I can’t tell.”
Rong Yu said casually, “Our wedding.”
Chu Zhuo was stunned.
“Shouldn’t we be wearing dark clothes when we get married?”
According to the customs of the Chu State, dark wedding clothes should be worn when getting married. The emperor and his wife all wore dark clothes. Red was not popular.
“That’s why it’s a made-up scene. Your wedding clothes are really ugly. You wear such solemn colours for your wedding. It’s not festive at all. You should wear mine.” Rong Yu was extremely disgusted.
Chu Zhuo felt that he had found the point: “You don’t want to marry me; is it because you think the wedding robes are ugly?”
Rong Yu was silent for a moment and nodded solemnly. “It’s good that you know.”
Chu Zhuo was enlightened, and he was quite amused: “It’s so… You should have said it earlier. Can secular rules be more important than you? I will prepare red wedding robes now.”
Knowing that this painting was the wedding in Little lotus’s dream, Chu Zhuo immediately prepared to study the painting carefully, and he must completely restore Rong Yu’s dream. He caught the rings on the ring fingers of the two people in the painting with his sharp eyes and asked, “Does this have a meaning?”
Rong Yu said succinctly, “True gold and blazing fire, forever and ever.”
“I will tell someone to make it!”
Chu Zhuo ran away with the painting; his feet were full of joy.
Rong Yu stayed in the room for a long time and chuckled.
“…Fool.”
The Blood Jade Bracelet was not on the same channel as them. It was still struggling with a question: I don’t understand why you are a master at painting people, but the others are at kindergarten level.
It is normal for painters to have their own strengths. For example, Xu Beihong’s paintings of horses* and Qi Baishi’s paintings of shrimps* are always outstanding. But this does not mean that they can’t paint other things well. It can only be said that it is the difference between a full score of 100 and 80.
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Rong Yu is different. His portraits and others are the difference between 100 and 0.
Rong Yu: You are also a fool.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Okay, I am a fool. Can the smart big devil help the cute little bracelet solve the puzzle?
This is a matter of unsealing, so it has to die with a clear mind!
Rong Yu: I often draw portraits in 6666, and I have never drawn anything else.
The Blood Jade Bracelet still doesn’t understand: Why?
Rong Yu: I draw myself. How can I just look in the mirror? Of course, I have to draw 10,000 self-portraits and hang them in the palace to admire every day. Are other things worthy of being drawn by me?
The Blood Jade Bracelet:…
Okay, the reason is narcissism.
The Blood Jade Bracelet didn’t know that the 10,000 so-called “self-portraits” were the faces of its owners.
The devil once drew 10,000 portraits to remind the people of the sun and post missing persons notices. Later, he used them to nail them to the wall and throw flying knives at it to vent his anger.
In the end, they were burned to ashes, and his heart was as dead as ashes.
Ji Yu drew thousands of mountains and rivers, but he didn’t draw portraits because no one walked into his heart. Rong Yu can’t draw everything, but he is proficient in drawing figures because there is a person who walked into his heart.
His heart is full of one person, and there is no room for everything else.
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