The cold moonlight shines through the window lattice, and the candlelight flickers in the quiet night. The beauty in red clothes, half-dressed, lies on the couch, letting the vermilion-stained pen tip draw behind him.
Chu Zhuo concentrated on depicting a wild and gorgeous red lotus that slowly blossomed under his brush, blooming on the fair skin, with great visual impact.
Rongyu made some noises deliberately to tease him at first, but after drawing for a long time, she fell asleep unconsciously, leaving only the breathing of the two of them.
The candle burned shorter, Chu Zhuo put down his pen, looked at the red lotus forming on Rong Yu's back, and could clearly see the original mark.
Mission accomplished.
Seeing that Rongyu had fallen asleep, Chu Zhuo silently pulled his clothes on and quietly carried him to the bed.
The last bit of sand slowly fell from the hourglass.
New Year arrived.
Happy New Year. Chu Zhuo looked at Rong Yu's sleeping face and said in his heart.
His features were gentle, but he was not happy at all.
Everything Chu Zhuo did for Rong Yu showed how much he doted on him and loved him. But he never told Rong Yu that he loved him, nor did he ask how Rong Yu treated him in her heart.
He was born with a heart disease, and the imperial physician once predicted that he would live to be thirty years old.
He was already twenty-six years old, and in a year he would be twenty-seven, leaving him three years.
How could a dying man provoke this little lotus? After his death, how could he protect him from being criticized by his ministers
Provoke him willingly, give up on him unwillingly, you can't stay like this now.
"Little Lotus." Chu Zhuo gently touched his face, "What should I do with you?"
"I have always known how to act and when to retreat, but when I saw you, I was so confused and at a loss."
Rong Yuzi heard his words while she was asleep. She felt an itch on her face and uttered low mutterings.
Chu Zhuo immediately withdrew his hand.
He was silent for a while, then lay down again and forcefully held the young man in his arms.
Chu Zhuo became more determined.
"Three years is three years. I want to be selfish for once, please don't blame me. It doesn't matter if you blame me, anyway..." Chu Zhuo whispered, "As long as I am alive, I will let you go."
During the three days of New Year's holiday, Chu Zhuo had a rare 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 court and slept with me again?"
Chu Zhuo chuckled and said, "I will go to court today."
"Oh." Rong Yu then remembered that it was New Year's Day and said, "Happy New Year."
Just an ordinary blessing made Chu Zhuo's heart feel as sweet as honey.
"I fell asleep last night." Rong Yu asked, "Have you finished painting the lotus?"
Chu Zhuo said, "It's finished."
"Then I have to take a look, don't try to make it look too ugly on me." Rong Yu sat up from his bed, untied the laces and took off his shirt a little, turned his head to look at his back, and saw a blood-red patch.
He could see the specific shape of the lotus clearly from this angle.
When he untied his clothes and covered his chest again, Chu Zhuo got excited and pulled the quilt to wrap him up tightly: "Don't take off your clothes without saying anything."
It was so early in the morning, it was a blatant attempt to seduce him.
"What are you doing? I can't see clearly yet." Rong Yu turned back with a frown.
"Look at your own back, how can you see clearly? Don't worry, you are not ugly, the lotus I drew for you is the most beautiful." Chu Zhuo turned his head away, "Put on your clothes."
Rong Yu stared at him: "Why do you dare to look at me?"
Chu Zhuo: "You are not wearing any clothes."
Rong Yu: "Why are you pretending? This is the first time you see me dressed. It was you who bathed me? It was you who applied medicine to me? It was you who helped me?"
"... It's me." Chu Zhuo was speechless after these three questions. He finally said that it was because of this that he had a hard time holding back every time. Especially in the morning, men are full of blood in the morning, and it would be too painful to be teased by their loved ones.
"That's it. You're a man, why do you care about this?" Rong Yu laughed, "In the past, all the soldiers in the barracks were shirtless, do you want to avoid them too? Like a girl..."
Before he could finish his words, Chu Zhuo held his wrist, and he was pressed on the pillow, looking straight at Chu Zhuo.
"Like a girl?" Chu Zhuo seemed to laugh out of anger, "I really feel sorry for you for nothing."
If he was afraid that this delicate little lotus would be hurt, he would not have been so patient.
Rong Yu was still trying to kill himself: "Is that so? Why is a grown man being so shy? I think you are a girl. Does what I said make sense, Miss Chu?"
Chu Zhuo held him down and said condescendingly: "You have recovered from your illness, right? You look quite energetic." He was also sharp-tongued and used to showing his teeth and claws to him.
Rong Yu looked at him in defeat: "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 that I am a real man."
… … …
On the first day of the new year, Rongyu fell asleep.
Before going to bed, you have to add a word "".
The palace maid wanted to come in and wake them up, but when she heard the noise inside the room, she left with a red face, thinking that His Majesty really dotes on Master Ji.
Oh, that’s easy to say.
Inside the house.
"Little Lotus." Chu Zhuo asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"
Rong Yu leaned against the bedside, slightly lifted his lips, and at his mouth was the Yin-Yang Lotus: "Your Majesty, what is this expression? It looks like I bullied you. Were you so brave just now?"
Chu Zhuo was silent for a moment: "Just now I was brave enough to die bravely."
He admitted that he was impulsive... In fact, he had always wanted to pick this lotus, but he always held back. This time he really took action, and it was because of Rong's words and actions this morning that a man could not bear it.
He couldn't help it and picked the flowers.
As long as there was some resistance in the process, he would continue.
But Xiao Lianhua has none of that!
So proactive, so enthusiastic, it made him want to stop.
Considering Rong Yu's physical condition, Chu Zhuo had tried his best to restrain himself and not get too angry. However, Rong Yu was too weak, and no matter how gently he treated her, she would faint.
Chu Zhuo: “!!!” He was frightened to the point of withering on the spot.
When Rongyu woke up, he seriously thought about the psychological shadow of the world under the sun, and finally dared to go to bed.
His pale and unhappy look successfully aroused Chu Zhuo's sympathy and guilt, and he reflected on whether he had gone too far.
Rongyu was indeed happy.
It’s because Chu Zhuo is too angry.
He was teasing Chu Zhuo on purpose. The progress bar of the solar plexus was too slow, so Rong Yu simply pushed it forward.
He felt that he could continue for another 300 rounds, but this body failed to cooperate and he fainted.
How embarrassing… How embarrassing!
This could be listed as the most shameful moment in the Demon King's career.
Chu Zhuo actually laughed at him for this - this was too inhuman.
Chu Zhuo's tone was filled with concern: "You must be hungry after not eating for a day. I'll ask someone to prepare a meal."
Rong Yu turned his head and looked out the window. It was almost dusk. "Have you been here all day?"
"Well, we...were making a fuss for a long time, and you slept for half a day."
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 anything else!
Chu Zhuo almost laughed out loud, then thought to himself how could he be so heartless, and quickly held it back.
"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I didn't take good care of our little Lotus' stomach." Chu Zhuo admitted his mistake and confirmed again, "You really don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, right?"
When Rong Yu fainted, the imperial physician had already arrived and confirmed that there was nothing wrong and it was purely physical exhaustion. Chu Zhuo felt relieved and asked again.
Rong Yu looked at him: "If there is really something uncomfortable, can you solve it?"
Chu Zhuo's heart tightened. Is there really such a comfortable place
"Tell me, I can solve it." And the entire Imperial Hospital will solve it together. Once it's solved, the Imperial Hospital will be solved as well.
This is how a tyrant's anger is taken out on others.
Rong Yu said: "It makes me uncomfortable to see you, you should solve it yourself."
Chu Zhuo: “…”
Today's tyrants are tyrants who have given up on themselves.
Dinner was quickly prepared and served, a bowl of chicken porridge. Rongyu's body was not suited to eating greasy and meaty food, which was another kind of torture for the vegetarian devil.
Chu Zhuo held the steaming bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful of porridge, put it to his mouth, blew away the hot steam, and fed it to Rongyu.
Rongyu opened his mouth very naturally.
Before Rong Yu's hand had the bandage removed, Chu Zhuo had been feeding him like this and his movements had become very practiced.
The chicken in the bowl was quickly wiped out, and half of the porridge was used up. Rong Yu turned his head and said, "Let's eat."
Chu Zhuo frowned: "What's wrong? Is it delicious?"
He knew Rongyu's appetite, so he just ate it now.
"I want to eat."
"Then let the kitchen make you some more?"
"Yes."
"Did you say you were hungry?" Chu Zhuo laughed, "Are you going to eat it now?"
Rong Yu didn't say anything, his profile hidden under his black hair.
Chu Zhuo felt something was wrong, so he pulled the man's shoulders and saw that his face was bloodshot, and it was obvious that he was feeling too comfortable.
His expression immediately became tense, and he asked 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 around and shouted, "Call the imperial physician!"
…
The imperial physician came and left in a hurry. After the examination, he said that Rong Yu had stomach problems all her life and had skipped breakfast for a long time. She was also hungry all day, so her stomach problems flared up.
It was really serious. If I didn't take good care of myself with three meals a day, it would be easy for it to relapse. The doctor said a lot, and finally prescribed a Chinese medicine and left.
As Rong Yu listened to the names of the traditional Chinese medicines and thought of their bitter taste that was difficult to swallow, he lost all his energy.
Rong Yu: Next time, please don’t be a sickly person, you are trying to kill me.
Blood Jade Bracelet: I just resurrected, and I spent a long time looking at the mosaics. It's amazing. Why can't you just leave things for the evening
Chu Zhuo asked the doctor to leave, then turned around and gave Rong Yu a stern lecture: "Don't sleep in and miss breakfast again. You should wake up at the same time as I do. You should develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early to prepare for your three meals."
Rong Yu said angrily: "You might as well kill me!"
Chu Zhuo said, "I can give it up."
"Then you kill yourself."
"Even if I die and become a ghost, I will still make sure you eat well."
"… "roll!
The word "get out" was not uttered. Rong Yu suddenly thought of Yan Zhao in the previous world. During those three years, Yan Zhao often cooked for him personally. There was also the breakfast made by Yan Zhao that could make Rong Yu resist the temptation of his mother-in-law to stay and eat obediently in the morning.
Rong Yu said, "Okay, but only if you do it for me yourself."
Rong Yu is the only one in the world who dares to say that he wants the Emperor to wash his hands and cook for him.
Chu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
"By the way, I have to take medicine again tonight."
Rong Yu: "I'm done! You might as well 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 all this trouble, Chu Zhuo realized that he hadn't had dinner yet. He felt relieved to leave Rongyu, but it would be too cruel to enjoy a big meal in front of Rongyu, so he didn't waste the half bowl of porridge Rongyu had left, and ate it instead, which was not a waste.
The cold porridge was not very tasty and there was not even a piece of chicken in it, but Chu Zhuo ate it with gusto.
Rong Yu looked at him and said: "The water is cold. Do you want to get a stomachache like me? How about I give you half of this bitter medicine?"
"I'm not as weak as you, don't worry." Chu Zhuo asked, "Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable? You'll feel better after you take the medicine."
That's nonsense. How can a heart patient say that
Chu Zhuo was completely concerned about his body, and he was worried about Rong Yu.
Rong Yu saw Chu Zhuo's brows turned into a knot, sighed softly, and gave it a try.
He frowned, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, raised his head and drank it all, then put the empty bowl back: "I'm done."
Chu Zhuo was surprised: "Why are you so obedient this time?"
"Yes, I'll listen to you, don't worry about it." Rong Yu said unhappily, "It tastes terrible."
Chu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, his brows relaxed: "Little Lotus finally knows how to be considerate of her own body?"
Rong Yu: “Heh.”
He is really considerate of himself.
Yes…
It can always make people with heart disease feel distressed.