Chu Zhuo couldn't help but laugh: "Hands can shake like this..."
His smile gradually faded.
"Try writing again." Chu Zhuo said in a deep voice.
Rong Yu was impatient, so he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pen to write. His writing posture was fine, but the words he wrote were crooked, without any of the elegance and grace he had when signing in the past.
This time Chu Zhuo saw clearly that Rongyu's hands were shaking uncontrollably.
There was no smile in his eyes at all.
Still there are sequelae left.
I can hold a pen, but I can no longer write or paint.
Thinking of the scrolls hanging in Yuqing Palace, Chu Zhuo felt a pain in his heart. This was such a cruel thing for a young man.
Rong Yu's reaction was calm, which was within his expectations.
The task is not so easy to complete.
But it wasn't that difficult. No matter what, there was always a way out in the end. Rong Yu didn't take it too seriously.
Chu Zhuo looked at Rongyu's calmness, but interpreted a complex emotion of "shock, despair, disbelief, loneliness and daze".
He was immediately extremely anxious and didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only offer a feeble comfort: "It's okay, it's just a temporary tremor, and it will be fine 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 grasp objects again with the help of bone growth, it is already a pleasant surprise. It will be difficult for him to paint and write again.
The corners of Rong Yu's lips curled up slightly: "I'm not in a hurry."
He can still stay in this world for a while longer.
In Chu Zhuo's eyes, that smile was just a forced one.
He was speechless and could only hug the thin young man with care.
Chu Zhuo was sincerely feeling sorry for her, but Rong Yu and the blood jade bracelet were truly heartless.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Hahahahaha what is that thing you drew? Is that a red sun? Hahaha, in which world are there so many small red suns!
Rong Yu: Yes, isn’t this what happened after your Lord God was torn into pieces
Blood Jade Bracelet:…
The devil is the devil, he is so cruel when he speaks.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Don't be like this. You already know that our Lord God didn't mean to kill you. Cutting you into pieces is not a crime that deserves this.
Rongyu: I can’t help but feel that you, this loyal little bracelet, always push your master to death.
Blood Jade Bracelet whispered: But the painting is really funny, I am just telling the truth...
Rongyu: Hand shaking is a physiological reaction of this body. My painting skills are perfect.
Blood Jade Bracelet: Really? I don't believe it. Unless you prove it to me.
Rongyu's narcissism is at its peak among the Blood Jade Bracelets. It does not believe any boasting from the Devil.
Rong Yu said with pity: I have 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, it has nothing to do with me.
He didn't need to prove anything to this broken bracelet.
The Blood Jade Bracelet said perfunctorily: Yes, you are amazing. Let’s talk about it after you cure your Parkinson’s disease... Oh, and stop shaking your hands.
Rong Yu: If I am really good at painting, how about you agree to one condition of mine
The Blood Jade Bracelet asked vigilantly: What are the conditions
Rong Yu: Unseal the world from now on for me.
Blood Jade Bracelet: No!
It hadn't lost its mind yet. Although it didn't believe that the big devil could draw a good picture, if the big devil really could, then it would be the end.
Rong Yu: Oh, I don’t dare to bet.
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 Yuxiao: I can't control my power? It's you who doesn'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 the words to refute: But, but...
Tolerance leads to a broader world: In this way, we don’t need all the worlds in the future, but just one world will do, right
Blood Jade Bracelet was dazed: Okay, okay...
This world seems okay
Rong Yu: This is what you promised. As the main god who always keeps his word, you cannot go back on your word.
The Blood Jade Bracelet suddenly woke up.
Wait a minute, a world will do. As long as the power of the Great Demon King is unlocked to more than 50%, it will be too strong to be controlled by it. Without the Lord God's help, it will not be able to reseal the Great Demon King!
What's the difference between this and all the worlds!
The Blood Jade Bracelet realized that it had fallen into the Devil's trap again. The hateful thing was that it really couldn't 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 attribute of light and would never do such evil things that violated its own attributes.
It clearly just wanted to laugh at the Big Devil's painting skills at first, but how could it be coaxed into signing such a treaty!
In the next few days, Rongyu locked himself in the room and practiced painting and writing all day long.
In fact, even if he didn't practice these, Rong Yu had never stepped out of Yuqing Palace since he came to this world except for the first day in the prison. First of all, his injury had not healed for a while, and he 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 whether inside or outside the palace...
Practicing calligraphy and painting can be a good way to pass the time.
But the problem of my hand shaking when holding a pen has never been cured. I have used up the whole bottle of medicine, and I can hold chopsticks steadily and grab light objects at will, but the only thing that shakes when I pick up a pen is that I can't control it.
It seems like this problem will haunt me for the rest of my life.
The scene in Yuqing Palace these days is like this—Chu Zhuo sits at a desk at one end reviewing memorials, while Rong Yu sits at a desk at the other end practicing calligraphy and painting. Chu Zhuo writes with great spirit, and the memorials he reviews are folded neatly. Rong Yu makes no progress at all, and throws the waste paper balls everywhere.
At first, Rong Yu would crumple up the wasted rice paper and throw it into the wastebasket. Later, when the wastebasket was full and Rong Yu became more and more impatient with practice, he simply threw it on the ground behind him since there were palace servants to sweep it up anyway.
This problem cannot be cured by hard practice.
Chu Zhuo was just reviewing a note when a ball of paper suddenly fell onto the table.
The tip of his pen paused and he looked up. It was indeed Rong Yu who threw it to him.
There were many such paper balls of different sizes scattered on the ground, and this one happened to fall in front of him. Rongyu had her back to him and never looked back, still concentrating on practicing.
Chu Zhuo unfolded the paper ball and saw a picture of a...
Turtle? Or little snake
It's so bumpy and crooked that it's really hard to see its shape.
Chu Zhuo stood up silently, picked up a few paper balls from the ground, unfolded them and looked at them, trying to make out what should be a cat, a tapeworm, a chicken... very abstract.
He walked over holding the four pieces of paper. Rong Yu was biting the pen, and his face was covered with paint. No one knew how he painted it.
The rice paper in front of him was still blank, and he didn't know what kind of destruction it would suffer. Chu Zhuo felt pity for him again when he saw him staring at the blank paper.
Chu Zhuo felt that he needed to comfort the young man, help him regain his confidence, and tell him "you draw very well."
Seeing that no one noticed his presence for a long time, Chu Zhuo made some noise to show his presence: "Ahem."
Rong Yu was so bored that he was about to fall asleep. He was startled when he heard the words. He spit out the brush in his mouth and turned to ask, "What's the matter?"
Chu Zhuo placed the paper with the turtle pictured on it in front of him: "This picture is..."
Rong Yu glanced at it: "Isn't it obvious?"
Chu Zhuo immediately praised: "The little turtle is very cute."
Rong Yu: "This is Xuanwu."
Chu Zhuo: “…”
"And what is this cat?"
"White Tiger."
"This worm..."
"Are you blind? This is a blue dragon!" Rong Yu snatched the painting back unhappily, "Do you know how to appreciate it?"
Chu Zhuo was silent for a moment, then pointed at the last pheasant and said, "This Vermillion Bird is well drawn, but why does it have two heads?"
Rong Yu said coldly: "Because they are a pair of mandarin ducks."
Chu Zhuo was confused. This didn't conform to the rules.
The Blood Jade Bracelet almost laughed out loud: People who know how to draw wouldn’t draw like this even if their hands are shaking. You simply don’t know how to draw!
Now it is not worried at all that the Great Demon King will win the bet. If this is called painting, it will be renamed the Red Gold Sun Ring!
… No, isn’t Red Gold Sun Ring its real name
Rong Yu smiled: "Are you here to laugh at me?"
Chu Zhuo knew he had said the wrong thing: "No..."
I was trying to comfort you.
But obviously the comfort was not enough.
Chu Zhuo wanted to laugh when he saw the graffiti, but when he thought of the paintings the young man had drawn before, he couldn't laugh anymore.
He used to paint so well. Mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, insects and fish, every one of them was so beautiful.
Ji Yu is very good at painting landscapes, but never portraits, probably because no one can get into his heart. He puts his emotions into everything, and each painting is a masterpiece with strong emotions.
It's nothing like Rongyu's soulless ghost paintings.
Compared with this tragedy, Chu Zhuo felt that the blow Rong Yu suffered must be enormous.
No matter how much he laughs at me, he is still not a human being.
"You've been practicing every day these days, you should always give yourself a break." Chu Zhuo said, "Your hands have just recovered, so don't overwork yourself."
Rong Yu was not interested: "Then what else can I do?"
This was the original owner's wish, what else could he do? Otherwise, why would he insist on picking up a paintbrush? It would be enough for him to just pick up chopsticks.
Chu Zhuo suggested: "Do you want to go see King Qi?"
He didn't want anyone to see the King of Qi who had caused him so much harm. But seeing how unhappy he looked, he just hoped that he would be happy after seeing the miserable state of his enemy.
Rong Yu became interested: "Oh?"
Chu Zhuo said, "He has suffered a lot in the prison these days. Do you want to see his end with your own eyes?"
Rong Yu immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes, shall we go now?"
Seeing the miserable state of King Qi with one's own eyes was definitely Ji Yu's greatest wish.
Chu Zhuo scraped the paint off his face and said, "It's been snowing these days, and it's very cold in the prison. Go wash your face first, change your clothes and put on a cloak."
Chu Zhuo paused, then added: "If you don't want to go to the prison, I will have someone bring him here."
He suddenly remembered that the person in front of him had also been in prison and had suffered torture, and he was afraid that it would arouse bad memories.
Rong Yu decisively refused: "No, I think he is dirtying my place."
Both of them changed their clothes, got on the imperial sedan chair, and went to the heavenly prison.
They were all familiar with this place. To be honest, the first time they met was at the gate of the prison.
"It's really thanks to you that you led the troops in, I was able to escape during the chaos." Rong Yu looked at the gate of the prison, "This place is really not a place for human beings to stay."
Chu Zhuo held his hand and said, "It's all over. The person in there now is the King of Qi."
"Let's go in."
Rongyu knew that King Qi would not have an easy time if he fell into Chu Zhuo's hands.
Among all the kings who were defeated by the King of Chu, the King of Qi was definitely the most miserable one. The others were beheaded quickly, but this one was humiliated to death.
He had already received several rounds of common punishments such as whips and sticks. The King of Qi had a weak endurance and fainted several times from such tortures. He would be woken up by ice water and tortured again. Needless to say, his fingers were all broken long ago, and the bones and tendons in his wrists and ankles were not spared. His skin and flesh were covered with branding marks, and I guess he had been branded many times by the branding iron.
He was castrated by Ji Yu, and his inhumane thing to begin with was completely gone. Also, due to the King of Chu's order to "treat others in their own way", he was tortured by the eunuchs in various ways every day.
Whatever he had done to Ji Yu in the past, he would repay her a thousand fold now.
When Rong Yu saw him, the King of Qi could no longer be compared to the greasy-faced king in Ji Yu's mind. The King of Qi's limbs were twisted at extremely strange angles, and he was crawling on the ground, gasping for breath. He could not see the person coming because his eyes had been gouged out, he could not hear because his ears had been deafened, and he could not wail because his tongue had been cut off.
The scary thing is that he is still alive, and there are always imperial doctors with the best medicines to keep him alive.
tyrant.
Only at this time did Rong Yu realize the title that the world gave to Chu Zhuo. Regardless of whether Taiyang was the original King of Chu or not, since he had already regarded himself as the King of Chu, he would naturally inherit the cruel, bloodthirsty, and cold side of the King of Chu's character.
But this side of him never showed up in front of Rong Yu.
Rong Yu glanced at him and turned around: "Grant him death."
It's too ugly for his eyes.
Chu Zhuo said anxiously: "If you think it's cruel, I will give him a quick death..."
He thought Rong Yu turned away because of fear and unwillingness. Chu Zhuo regretted bringing people to see this scene. He only wanted to relieve people's hatred, but 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, the King of Chu is even worse than the King of Qi. The King of Qi loves to torture people in bed, while the King of Chu is simply bloodthirsty and loves to kill.
Only the attitude towards tolerance is different.
He has always been gentle and loving to others, and carefully hides his dark and bloody side. What if he scares people
Rong Yu glanced at him and said, "What's the point of being so happy? Lingchi death. But he can't bear three thousand cuts. It's too difficult for the executioner. Then let's just do three hundred cuts."
Ji Yu was stabbed three times, and he returned it a hundredfold, which means three hundred times.
Chu Zhuo asked: "Don't you think it's... cruel?"
"Why should I sympathize with my enemy?" Rong Yu asked in surprise, "He is my enemy."
Cruel? You must be kidding.
Just a tyrant.
He is the devil.
Chu Zhuo was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
"Then it will be Lingchi."
Ji Yu's soul lamp immediately lit up halfway.
This time, Ji Yu's luck was obviously not to repay evil with kindness like Wen Yichu, but to repay evil with kindness like Rong Yu, or it could be said that Ji Yu really hated the King of Qi deeply.
When I walked out of the prison, it started snowing again.
"Let's not ride in the sedan chair. Let's walk back." Rong Yu had been stuck in Yuqing Palace for so long and wanted to breathe some fresh air.
"good."
Chu Zhuo opened an umbrella and held Rongyu in his arms.
They walked slowly and saw a red plum blossom blooming on a snow-covered branch. It was then blown away by a gust of wind, and the petals floated in the air.
Rongyu stopped for a long time, watching the petals lightly falling into the snow and soon being covered by the white snow.
Chu Zhuo asked in a low voice: "What are you thinking about?"
Rong Yu looked at the white snow and said: "I was thinking, if I could still paint, I would paint it, and it would bloom on the branch forever."