"Xiao Lianhua, I'm back—" Chu Zhuo's voice stopped abruptly.
The young man had long black hair and was sitting on the ground with his back to him, with messy scrolls scattered around him.
Chu Zhuo was startled. Was the painting in the cabinet discovered
If it was in the cabinet, it would be fine, but I’m afraid it was in the secret compartment... then it would be really serious.
"You're back just in time." Rong Yu said meaningfully, "I just found something good in the cabinet. Come and take a look."
This tone... Chu Zhuo's voice gradually became heavier.
He walked over pretending nothing had happened: "Oh? What did you find—"
…it turned out to be this one.
This is the imperial palace. There is no place in the world where Chu Zhuo can sit, but there is another person sitting in the painting. This person is not wearing a crown or a dragon robe, but has disheveled hair and untidy clothes. The thin red clothes cannot cover the bright spring scenery. She is imprisoned on the dragon throne by the high and mighty emperor in black clothes, teasing the appearance of rosy cheeks and watery eyes.
Rong Yu asked seriously, "Your Majesty, I've been thinking about it for a long time, and it seems that we have never done it in this place. Are you imagining it?"
The answer is obvious.
The time that Chu Zhuo was away was enough for him to look at all the paintings one by one.
At first, Rong Yu thought that Chu Zhuo's paintings were documentaries, and although there were some scenes that needed mosaics, they were real things that had happened.
However, when I saw some places like the dragon throne, eaves, and clouds gradually flying away, I was sure that this painting was a fantasy.
Chu Zhuo said in panic: "I can explain!"
Rong Yu: "Oh, please explain."
There was no “I don’t, I don’t, I don’t believe anything you say”, Rong Yu very calmly gave him a chance to explain.
Explain... well, explain what
Chu Zhuo: "I love you, and I just want to draw you."
Because I love him, I want to be with him forever and ever.
But he doesn't have much time left.
I've had a lot of mouth pain lately, but luckily it wasn't severe pain and I was able to endure it without letting Xiao Lianhua know.
He himself knew that his health was deteriorating.
So he wanted to paint every detail of their lives. These paintings would be his treasured secrets, and he would take them to the grave as burial objects after his death.
This way, you won't be alone sleeping underground.
"The painting you're referring to... is this one?" Rong Yu casually unfolded a painting of a rolling sea of clouds. Two entangled figures could hardly be seen in the mist. "You're quite vain. You have all the clouds? And you still want to fly to heaven?"
Chu Zhuo touched his nose: "Isn't this, beauty is like a flower in the clouds..."
Desire him, fantasize about him, bully him, protect him.
To sum up, I love him.
"Okay, you can't judge a person by his appearance." Rong Yu threw the painting back to the ground and stood up. "You said you would paint for me, and this is what you painted."
"Are you angry?" Chu Zhuo silently squatted down to pick up the paintings, "I will burn all the extraordinary paintings, and keep the normal ones..." He couldn't burn them all, he had to take them to the grave.
Rong Yu: "Just try burning it if you dare!"
The lotus is on fire, what can people do
Chu Zhuo was startled, unable to cope with this sudden excitement.
"Who said I was angry?" Rong Yu realized that he had lost control just now, calmed down, and said slowly, "It's not impossible."
Chu Zhuo: “…Ah?”
"You shouldn't have kept it from me. Why don't you just tell me what you want to do? How do you know if I will cooperate with you? You have to draw these secretly and hide them." Rong Yu said unhappily, "Except for the cloud, which I can't do in this lifetime, I can help you make the rest into reality."
Chu Zhuo: “…”
"I have long wanted to try the feeling of sitting on the dragon throne." The traitor said it calmly and casually, "Will you let me sit on it tonight?"
Chu Zhuo was in a trance.
"Are you really not angry?"
Rong Yu glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to be honest?"
Chu Zhuo: "Of course."
Rong Yu said: "I'm not angry, just a little regretful and sad."
Chu Zhuo immediately became nervous upon hearing this: "What's wrong?"
"You almost never draw yourself." Even in certain moments of a couple's picture, Chu Zhuo always had a back view.
Chu Zhuo said: "If I can make myself better, I won't have any regrets."
"No, it still hurts."
"Why is that?"
"I can't paint anymore because of the injury." Rong Yu looked into his eyes, "Otherwise, I would definitely paint you beautifully."
Chu Zhuo was stunned.
Little Lotus draws him...
When Chu Zhuo thought of this scene, even his soul trembled.
He must restore Xiao Lianhua's hand to its original state.
Cicadas are chirping at the summer solstice and the sun is scorching.
"Your Majesty! There is news about Divine Doctor Chu!" the guard reported hurriedly.
In the study, Chu Zhuo immediately stood up: "Where is it?"
"Outskirts of the city, in the bamboo forest."
"I know." Chu Zhuo said solemnly, "Prepare the horses. I will leave the palace secretly."
For more than half a year, he never gave up on curing Rong Yu's hands, and the entire Imperial Hospital was helpless. Chu Zhuo even posted an imperial decree, announcing to the world that whoever could cure Master Ji's hands would be rewarded with a thousand gold coins.
There was an endless stream of people coming, but not a single one of them had a solution.
While Chu was annoyed with this bunch of useless people, he also sent more people to find out the whereabouts of Doctor Chu.
Doctor Chu is the one who developed the "bone-regenerating" medicine. He is a world-famous doctor with superb medical skills and miraculous healing skills. He has a principle - not to treat high-ranking officials, but to benefit the poor people.
During the chaos of war a few years ago, the wife and children of Divine Doctor Chu were abducted by soldiers of the State of Wu. It happened that the army led by the King of Chu passed by and annihilated the Wu army, and rescued the wife and children of Divine Doctor Chu.
The King of Chu had done a favor to his family, so Divine Doctor Chu broke his rules and gave the King of Chu a bottle of priceless bone-growing medicine. As for the King of Chu's illness, it was brought from birth and was truly a terminal illness in this era. Divine Doctor Chu had no choice but to prescribe some painkillers that only treated the symptoms but not the root cause.
If there is anyone in the world who can cure Rongyu's hands, it must be Doctor Chu.
Since then, Divine Doctor Chu has been traveling around the world, practicing medicine and saving people, and his whereabouts are unknown. Chu Zhuo had just heard the news about him and immediately rushed there without stopping.
On the outskirts of the city, there is a bamboo forest.
"Your Majesty, I am truly honored to have you visit my humble home..." The gray-haired old man bowed.
"No need to say more, I have something to ask of you." Chu Zhuo helped him up.
Chu Zhuo had already humbled himself enough to make the high and mighty emperor say the word "please".
It can be seen how concerned he is about others.
"I know who your Majesty is here for." Divine Doctor Chu stroked his beard, "I have seen the imperial edict your Majesty posted. It took me several months to get to Chu City. I originally wanted to go to the city to unveil the edict and meet your Majesty tomorrow, but I didn't expect your Majesty to come to visit me today..."
"I can't wait any longer." Chu Zhuo said, "I hope he gets better soon."
"Your Majesty, please be at ease. Young Master Ji will be fine." Divine Doctor Chu looked at Chu Zhuo's face and hesitated. "But your majesty... has your mouth been hurting frequently recently?"
Chu Zhuo paused: "Yes."
Doctor Chu frowned.
"Is it serious?" Chu Zhuo asked, "I know I won't live past thirty, but I still have another year and a half..."
"The best outcome is when you are thirty." Doctor Chu shook his head.
Chu Zhuo was silent.
Just because he doesn't live to be thirty doesn't mean he can leave on the last day of his twenty-nine years.
Twenty, twenty-five, twenty-seven, every day, every moment, any time is possible.
Just like the original King of Chu, who died at the age of twenty-six.
His heart was already very weak, having stopped beating once when he was twenty-six years old. After that, every day and every second, he beat for tolerance.
But it really can't last too long.
A year and a half is the longest period. In reality, every day could be his last. When death comes, it may come suddenly and without saying goodbye.
Chu Zhuo didn't dare to mention it to Rong Yu.
He didn't dare to let Little Lotus suffer with him, and he couldn't bear to see Little Lotus lose her smile.
Perhaps he should not have provoked Xiao Lianhua from the beginning, but he did not want to shrink back in his limited life and regret it until his death.
After all, he was selfish.
"Your Majesty is worried." Divine Doctor Chu sighed.
"Three years ago, when your majesty was 24 years old, I told you that your body should be rested and not suitable for fighting on the battlefield. If you fight so hard, you may not survive past 30. You showed no fear and did not hesitate. You said, 'I still have six years to unify the six kingdoms, and I will die without regrets.' Now that your long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, you are afraid and hesitant..."
"But I hadn't met him back then." Chu Zhuo stroked his chest and said lightly, "I didn't believe in love at first sight before, but now I do. I have fought on the battlefield and killed countless people, but my heart has never been shaken. But when I saw him, my heart beat violently. He frowned, and it hurt more than a mental attack. Thinking that if I leave, he will have no one to rely on in the world, he is afraid of death."
"He doesn't know I'm ill." Chu Zhuo gave him a warning look, "Don't mention it to him."
"I dare not say much." Doctor Chu said, "I can hide it for a while, but not forever. If you keep silent, Master Ji will find it even harder to accept it. What should he do then?"
"I will have someone escort him out of the palace and ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life."
"It's been less than a year, how deep can the feelings be? He is so free and easy, he should forget me soon. He doesn't like the boredom of the palace, he can indulge in the mountains and rivers, I don't know how free and easy he is. He will see that the world is vast, everything is fleeting, I am just his..." Chu Zhuo whispered to convince himself, "a passerby."
It's been less than a year, aren't you deeply in love with me? Doctor Chu sighed.
Your Majesty is deceiving yourself.
Doctor Chu wanted to say something to persuade him: "Your Majesty..."
"Don't mention my affairs anymore." Chu Zhuo said solemnly, "Just cure him."
Yuqing Palace.
"Where did you go? Didn't the morning court session end long ago?" Rong Yu asked casually.
"I found a miracle doctor." Chu Zhuo smiled, "Your hand can be cured."
"Didn't they treat me like a quack doctor before?" Rong Yu said expressionlessly, "I drank a lot of bitter medicine, but my hand tremor didn't get better at all."
Chu Zhuo promised: "For the last time."
Rong Yu stared at him suspiciously.
If the hand had not failed to cure Ji Yu's soul lamp and it wouldn't light up, Rong Yu would never have tortured himself like this.
Of course, Ji Yu was not worth his endurance. In the past six months, many doctors have vowed to cure his hand, but the medicines they prescribed were more bitter than the others, and none of them worked. Rong Yu could no longer endure it after a few times, and angrily overturned the medicine bowl and told everyone to get out, and he no longer cooperated with the treatment.
Chu Zhuo tried to persuade him for several days but to no avail. Once, he gave up halfway through persuading her and turned away to his study room with a cold face. Rong Yu wondered if he had finally lost his patience. He quietly followed her and saw that Chu Zhuo's face was as white as paper. He was holding his mouth and curled up in pain. He felt better after drinking pain-relieving medicine.
Rong Yu waited for him to leave, walked to the table, frowned and secretly took a sip. It was so bitter that he almost died on the spot. It was much more unpalatable than some of the medicines he had taken.
Chu Zhuo drank these behind his back every day.
After that, Rongyu still hated suffering, but Chuzhuo didn't bother to coax her.