"Lotus is just lotus." Rong Yu looked at him for a while, then asked, "Why add a small word?"
Chu Zhuo said: "Small is cute."
You are the one I love.
Rong Yu said, "That has nothing to do with me."
"If you don't like this name." Chu Zhuo thought for a moment, "Then why don't I just call you A-Yu?"
Rong Yu: "Let's go with Little Lotus."
The pronunciation of "玉" is similar to "玉". Before, when the two of them were alone, they would speak directly and rarely called each other by their names. Rongyu didn't care about the address.
He used to think that the name "Little Lotus" did not suit his status and temperament, but after getting used to hearing Sun call him that, he found it pleasing to the ear.
Chu Zhuo smiled and said, "That means I like you. If you like to hear it, I will call you a few more times? Little Lotus, Little Lotus..."
Suddenly, Chu Zhuo had a nickname, and he became addicted to it. Rong Yu heard the whispers, turned his head away and said, "No need to chat any more, go back to your business."
Chu Zhuo hugged him from behind: "You are my business."
Rong Yu said in a natural tone: "You want to do it to me? Aren't you afraid that you will break my body?"
"… I don't think so." Chu Zhuo laughed, "But you are so busy, can't you have something else in your mind?"
It would be a lie to say that he had no thoughts at all, but the most important thing in Chu Zhuo's eyes was his appearance and good health, and everything else had to be put aside.
"The New Year is coming soon. What do you want for the New Year?" Chu Zhuo changed the topic quickly.
Rong Yu confirmed that he and the sun might not really be on the same timeline: "How can it be fast? Isn't there still a month left?"
"One month is enough time to prepare a gift for you. Tell me what you want." Chu Zhuo said, "I will get you whatever you say."
"I don't want anything." Rong Yu showed no interest. "Even if it's not New Year, you still send things to my palace every day. My palace is full of them."
Chu Zhuo said without hesitation: "Then expand the palace several times, and it will be more spacious."
The tyrant speaks.
Rong Yujue believed that if there was really a mission to bring disaster to the country and the people, he could accomplish it without any effort.
Your Majesty the King of Chu is simply asking for his life.
"If you don't want anything else, how about making some new clothes?" Chu Zhuo had to do something for him. He couldn't celebrate the New Year without any token of appreciation.
"Don't I have enough clothes?" Rong Yu said, "The suitcase is almost full."
The clothes of this era were very plain, either black or gray, or pale blue and white, which was totally inconsistent with the aesthetics. As soon as he arrived, he asked everyone to change all the clothes to bright red, no matter how gorgeous and complicated the style was. Chu Zhuo knew his preference and gave him a lot of red clothes. He changed one every day and never wore the same one for a year.
Rong Yuzhen rarely had the chance to wear them out. Those clothes were thick winter clothes, and since he never went out, they were basically kept at the bottom of the box as decoration. But this did not stop him from having a hobby of collecting clothes, the more clothes the better.
When you reach a certain level, you become numb.
Chu Zhuo was silent for a moment: "Sure enough, we should expand the palace..."
"Forget it. I'm too lazy to bother." Rong Yu looked back at the red lotus painting. "Find someone to frame this painting. I want to hang it in my room."
Chu Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "My paintings are so beautiful that you have to look at them before sleeping?"
"It's so ugly, but hanging it above the bed will surely ward off evil spirits and protect me from all poisons." Rong Yu broke his beautiful fantasy.
Chu Zhuo: “…” Okay.
Little Lotus always says one thing and means another.
Rong Yu's body was really weak, and it took her nearly a month to recover from a cold. It was all thanks to Chu Zhuo's careful care.
When he had just recovered from a serious illness, the snow outside the window melted quietly, the warm sun penetrated the clouds, the year was coming to an end and the beginning of spring arrived.
Spring is chilly and not much warmer than winter. With the previous experience, Chu Zhuo dared not take Rong Yu out for a walk again, fearing that another gust of wind would cause another serious illness.
As for going out for some fresh air, it's better to wait until the weather gets warmer.
Fortunately, Rongyu is a lazy person himself. He can stay idle without going out of the house as long as Chu Zhuo is around.
Chu Zhuo was afraid that Rong Yu would be bored, so he insisted on drawing a picture for Rong Yu every day and asked Rong Yu to specify the theme. Rong Yu perfunctorily agreed for a few days, asking him to draw flowers, birds, insects, fish, red walls and green tiles, but later he became impatient and let Chu Zhuo do it himself.
Ji Yu loves to paint scenery, but he is really not interested. Chu Zhuo saw that Rong Yu was not in a good mood, so he did not bother him about it, but the daily painting task continued, and Rong Yu did not know what he painted.
On New Year's Eve, Rong Yu and Chu Zhuo had a reunion dinner for two people. At the dinner table, Chu Zhuo said that he wanted to give him a gift, which was a red dress, which was festive to wear during the New Year.
Rong Yu bit his chopsticks, his mind completely on the food: "Didn't you say I have enough clothes? If you want to give me something new, why not give me something new?"
Chu Zhuo said, "This one is different."
He put the box on the chair and said, "Open it and take a look."
Rongyu looked at him, put down his chopsticks and opened the box.
Inside was a gorgeous red dress, bright in color. Rongyu took out the dress and unfolded it. It was a long gown with wide sleeves, the cuffs were outlined with gold thread, and embroidered with blooming red lotus.
Rongyu lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the red lotus on his sleeve for a long time.
"The red lotus suits you, so I had it embroidered on." Chu Zhuo saw that he noticed it and said with a raised lip, "Jinxiufang worked hard for a month to make the dress, and it was finally finished before the New Year. How is it? Doesn't it look good?"
Rong Yu said, “Yeah.”
"Actually, it has another special feature." Chu Zhuo deliberately kept it a secret.
Rong Yu said: "It won't rot for a thousand years?"
"…" Chu Zhuo was stunned and frowned, "Did someone from Jinxiufang leak the secret?"
Rong Yu put the clothes back and said, "I'm so smart, there's nothing I can't guess."
"It's made of special material, red water chestnut thread, which is worth a thousand gold coins. The clothes made of it are invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, warm in winter and cool in summer, and can last for thousands of years without rotting. The Chu royal family has an ancestral black dragon robe, which is specially used for the emperor's coronation and wedding. It is made of red water chestnut thread. I searched through all the remaining red water chestnut threads in the treasury, and I can only make this one, named Jinluoyi." Chu Zhuo saw him put the clothes back, "Don't you want to try it on? I measured the size by eye to see if it fits..."
Rong Yu sat back at the table: "Let me finish my meal."
Chu Zhuo: “…Oh.”
Little Lotus didn't look surprised. Could it be that the gift wasn't to her liking
Rong Yu certainly wouldn't be surprised, as it wasn't the first time he had seen this dress.
As early as in the last world, he had worn the golden brocade dress.
There are many silks, satins, and gorgeous clothes in the Ghost King’s Tomb, but most of them have been damaged over the years, and one can only vaguely see that their color is red.
Rong Yu thought at that time that the tomb owner had the same preference as him, that he also preferred red. Now that he thought about it, that was exactly his preference.
The damaged cloths buried with him were all the red clothes in his box in Yuqing Palace. The gorgeous clothes with red lotus embroidered on the cuffs were the only clothes he could still wear, and were given to him by the Ghost King a thousand years later.
That book was also a New Year's gift given to him by Chu Zhuo before he died.
Rong Yu finished his meal leisurely, and Chu Zhuo finished it with him. The delicious food lost its taste in his mouth. It is always frustrating when a carefully prepared gift is not liked.
Before going to sleep at night, Chu Zhuo suddenly said, "Hey, there is another gift."
Rong Yu: “Hmm?”
"I have also found a kind of paint that can be used on the human body. It will not harm the skin and will never fade." Chu Zhuo tried to be serious so as not to appear too frivolous. "Do you want to cover up the mark on your back? I can... paint on your back. You know my painting skills, I will definitely paint you beautifully."
Rong Yu stared at him without blinking.
Chu Zhuo felt uncomfortable being looked at. He knew that it was very abrupt to say this out of the blue, and painting on the back sounded like a hooligan.
But he really wanted to cover the mark on Rongyu's back. Even if Rongyu herself couldn't see it, it was still an indelible wound. Every time he looked at it, it was more painful and painful.
Chu Zhuo explained dryly under Rong Yu's sharp gaze: "I don't have any other intentions. If you don't want to..."
Rong Yu took off his clothes quickly: "Who wouldn't want to? Let's draw."
Chu Zhuo: "Let's not draw it for now... Hmm? No, you don't have to take off all your clothes!"
Rong Yu was puzzled: "I didn't take off my pants."
"You don't have to take off your shirt completely, be careful not to catch a cold." Chu Zhuo said cautiously, "Just take it off halfway, you should paint the shoulders and the upper back."
Rong Yu pulled the clothes that were about to fall off back to his arms, revealing only half of his fair back: "Like this?"
Chu Zhuo nodded: "Yes. Just like that, lie down on the couch."
Rongyu lay on the beauty bed, her long black hair loosely tied with a red hairband, hanging in front of her chest. Her half-unbuttoned clothes made her even more seductive than being completely naked.
After bathing and wiping people's bodies several times, sleeping with people in their arms for several months, and providing unilateral help several times, Chu Zhuo's concentration is no longer what it used to be.
At least he could hold his brush steady.
… This matter remains to be seen. Looking at the slightly trembling pen tip, Chu Zhuo felt that he might have the same symptoms as Rong Yu.
Rong Yu couldn't see his movements, but she knew that the tip of the pen had not yet fallen. She closed her eyes and urged him, "Hurry up, it's very cold."
Chu Zhuo said, "I know." His eyes fell on the mark, looking for a place to start writing.
Rong Yu asked, "What do you want to draw?"
Chu Zhuo said: "Guess."
Rong Yu: "I guess it's Honglian."
Chu Zhuo had already put down the first stroke at this time - outlining the shape of a red lotus petal.
"How come you always guess right?" Chu Zhuo asked curiously.
Rong Yu said: "What's so hard about this? The clothes you send must be embroidered with red lotus. What is your obsession with red lotus?"
Chu Zhuo said: "Little Lotus, aren't you my obsession?"
Aren't you my obsession
"I have it, and the obsession has not faded." A thousand years later, the ghost king said word by word, "I want to find someone and marry him. The day we meet again will be the day I see the light of day again."
When did you have that obsession? In the past, in the future, or now
"Speaking of which, don't you like that golden embroidered dress?" Chu Zhuo finally dared to ask, "If you don't like it, don't force yourself to wear it. Just tear it apart and make a new one."
"Hmm? It's pretty good. I don't dislike it."
"But I can see that you don't look very happy."
"I don't show my emotions."
"Your joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are clearly written on your face."
"Just focus on your painting. Your brush makes me so itchy..." Rong Yu complained.
"There's nothing we can do about it. You just have to bear with it." Chu Zhuo said.
“Hmm…” The itch spread from the back, Rong Yu hummed softly, and Chu Zhuo could no longer remain calm, and the hand holding the pen trembled for a moment.
"… It's just a painting, Little Lotus. There's no need to make such a misleading sound. You're testing me."
Rong Yu said coldly: "There is no other way, you have to bear with it."
Chu Zhuo: “…”
That's too vindictive.