After enmity with the main god [quick wear]

"The lotus is the lotus." Rong Yuhe? He looked at each other for a while, and said, "Why do you need to add a small character?"

Chu Zhuo said: "Small is cute."

you are my love.

Rong Yu said, "That really has nothing to do with me."

"If you don't like this name." Chu Zhuo thought for a while, "Then I'll still call you Ayu?"

Rong Yu: "It's still a little lotus."

Yuhe? The pronunciation is almost the same. Before the two were alone, they would speak directly when they had something to say, and rarely called each other's names. Rong Yu didn't care about addressing issues.

He used to think that the name "little lotus" was not in line with his identity and temperament, but he was used to hearing the sun call, and it was pleasant to his ears.

Chu Zhuo laughed and said, "That's what I like. If you like to hear, how many times does Gu call you? Little Lotus, Little Lotus..."

Suddenly there was another pet name, and Chu Zhuo became addicted to it.Rong Yu heard nothing, turned his head away and said, "No, no, talk, let's go to your business."

Chu Zhuo hugged him from behind: "You are my business."

The appearance and tone were natural: "Want to be me? You are not afraid that my bones will be torn apart by you."

"...Gu didn't think that way." Chu Zhuo laughed, "It's your day-to-day, can there be something else in your head?"

It would be a lie to say that he has no thoughts at all, but in Chu Zhuo's eyes, the most important thing is appearance and physical health, and everything else has to be put aside.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, what do you want for the New Year?" Chu Zhuo changed the topic quickly.

Rong Yu confirmed that he and Sun may not be on the same timeline: "It's so fast, isn't there still one month left?"

"One month is the time to prepare gifts for you, quickly tell me what you want." Chu Zhuo said, "If you can name it, Gudu will get it for you."

"I don't want anything." Rong Yu showed no interest, "Even if it's not the new year, don't you send things to my palace every day, and my palace won't be able to pile them up?"

Without hesitation, Chu Zhuo asked, "Then expand the palace several times, so it can be accommodated?"

Faint Lord speaks.

Tolerance and feel? If there is a task that will harm the country and the people, he can complete it without any effort.

His Majesty the King of Chu? It was simply an act of giving away the head.

"I don't want anything else, how about cutting some new clothes?" Chu Zhuo must do something for him, and he can't say nothing about the New Year.

"Don't I have enough clothes?" Rong Yu said, "I can't fit the suitcase anymore?"

Clothes in this era are very plain, either black or gray, or light green and moon white, completely inconsistent with their appearance and aesthetics.As soon as he came, he asked people to change all the clothes into bright red, no matter how gorgeous and complicated the style was.Knowing his preferences, Chu Zhuo gave him a lot of red clothes, changing one every day, and never repeating the same one for a year.

There are very few opportunities for Rong Yuzhen to wear it out.Those clothes were all thick winter clothes, and he didn't go out, so he basically put them in the bottom of the box as a display.But this does not prevent him from collecting, the more clothes the better.

After reaching a certain level, it becomes numb.

Chu Zhuo was silent for a moment: "Sure enough, the palace should be expanded..."

"Forget it, too lazy? Toss." Rong Yu looked back at the painting of red lotus, "You find someone to frame this painting, I want to hang it in the room."

Chu Zhuo frowned, and said with a smile: "Gu's paintings are so beautiful, you have to look at them while sleeping?"

"It's so ugly, hanging on the head of the bed will definitely drive away ghosts and evil spirits, and protect me from all poisons." Rong Yu broke his beautiful fantasy.

Chu Zhuo: "..." All right.

Little Lotus is always duplicity.

Rong Yu's body is really fragile, and it took nearly a month to heal from a cold.Thanks to Chu Zhuo for taking good care of him.

When he recovered from his serious illness, the snow outside the window quietly melted, and the warm sun pierced through the clouds, the end of the year was approaching, and the beginning of spring came.

Spring is cold and cold, but it is not warmer than winter? How much.With the lessons learned from the past, Chu Zhuo did not dare to take Rong Yu out for a walk, fearing that another gust of wind would cause another serious illness.

Go out to get some fresh air, or wait until the weather gets warmer? Let's talk later.

So? Xing Rongyu himself is also a lazy person, he can be idle without leaving the door, as long as Chu Zhuo is by his side.

Chu Zhuo was afraid that Rong Yu would be bored and bored, so he insisted on making a picture for Rong Yu every day, and let Rong Yu designate a theme.Rong Yu fiddled with it for a few days at first, asking him to paint flowers, birds, insects, fish, red walls and green tiles, but later he got impatient and let Chu Zhuo figure it out.

Ji Yu loves to paint scenery, but he is really not interested.Chu Zhuo saw that Rong Yu was not in high spirits, so he didn't bother him anymore, but the task of painting a day continued, and Rong Yu didn't know what he drew.

On New Year's Eve, Rong and He? Chu Zhuo had a reunion dinner for the two of them.At the dinner table, Chu Zhuo said that he would give him a gift. It was a red dress, and it was a festive dress for the New Year.

Rong Yu bit his chopsticks, thinking about the food: "Didn't you say that I have enough clothes? You won't be able to send anything new if you want to."

Chu Zhuo said, "This one is different."

He put the box on the chair: "Open it and have a look."

Rong Yu glanced at him, put down his chopsticks, and opened the box.

Inside is a red dress, which is brightly colored.Rong Yu took out the clothes and unfolded them. It was a robe with wide sleeves, the cuffs were outlined with gold thread, and it was embroidered with blooming red lotuses.

Rong and his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes fixed on the red lotus on the cuff for a long time.

"Red lotus suits you, so I have someone embroider it." Seeing that he noticed it, Chu Zhuo raised his lips and said, "The clothes made by Jinxiu Workshop for a month are finally finished before the New Year. How is it? Isn't it pretty?"

Rong Yu said, "Yes."

"Actually, it has another special feature." Chu Zhuo purposely put it off.

Rong Yu said, "Isn't it corrupt for a thousand years?"

"..." Chu Zhuo was taken aback, and frowned, "Did the people in Jinxiufang leak the secret?"

Rong Yu put the clothes back: "I'm so smart, there's nothing I can't guess."

"It is made of a special material. It is made of one-inch-thousand-gold red diamond thread. 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. The royal family of Chu has an ancestral Xuanlong robe. It is specially made of red diamond thread for enthronement and big wedding. Gu searched the remaining red diamond thread from the national treasury, and he could only make this one, named it golden thread clothes." Chu Zhuo saw him put the clothes on Going back, "Don't you try it on? Why not? The size is measured alone, to see if it fits..."

Rong Yu sat back at the dining table: "First? Let me finish my meal."

Chu Zhuo: "...Oh."

Little Lianhua was not surprised, could it be that the gift was not what she wanted?

Of course Rong Yu will not be surprised, it is not the first time he has seen this dress.

As early as in the last world, he had worn the gold-thread robe.

There are many silks and satins and brocade clothes in the ghost king's tomb, but most of them have been damaged with the years, and the color can only be vaguely seen to be red.

At that time, Rong Yu thought that the owner of the tomb had the same preference for red as he did.Thinking about it now, that was simply his preference.

The cloths that were damaged in the funeral were all the red clothes in his Yuqing Palace box.The Chinese dress with red lotus embroidered on the cuffs is the only one that can still be worn, and it was given to him by the ghost king thousands of years later.

That book was also a New Year gift given to him by Chu Zhuo before his death.

Rong Yu finished his meal slowly, and Chu Zhuo finished it with him, and the delicious food fell into his mouth without any taste.It's always frustrating when a well-prepared gift isn't liked.

Before falling asleep at night, Chu Zhuo suddenly said: "Wait? Wait?, there is another gift."

Rong Yu: "Huh?"

"Gu also found a kind of paint that can be painted on the human body without hurting the skin and never fading." Chu Zhuo tried to be serious, so as not to appear too frivolous, "Do you want to cover up the mark on the back? Gu can ...painting on your back. You also know Gu's painting skills, and I will definitely paint you beautifully."

Rong Yu looked at him without blinking.

Chu Zhuo was seen? Uncomfortable.He knew that it was very abrupt to say this suddenly, and painting on the back, no matter how he heard it, he was playing hooligans.

But he really wanted to cover up the mark on Rong Yu's back.Even if Rong and himself can't see it, it is still a lingering wound.Every time he looked at it, it was dazzling and distressing.

Under Rong Yu's keen gaze, Chu Zhuo explained dryly: "Gu has no other meaning, if you don't want to..."

Rong You quickly took off his clothes: "Who wouldn't? Draw."

Chu Zhuo: "Let's not draw for now... eh? Wait? Wait?, don't take it all off!"

Tolerant and puzzled: "I didn't take off my pants."

"You don't need to take off your shirt completely, just be careful not to catch a cold." Chu Zhuo said cautiously, "You can just take off half of it. What you want to draw is the shoulders and the upper part of the back."

Rong Yu pulled back the clothes that were about to fall off, revealing only half of his white back: "Is this so?"

Chu Zhuo nodded: "Yes. That's it, lie down on the couch."

Rong Yu was lying on the beauty's couch, her blue hair was loosely bound by a red hair band, hanging on her chest, her half-faded clothes were more alluring than naked at all.

He has bathed and wiped people countless times, slept with him in his arms for several months, and unilaterally helped him for a few rounds. Chu Zhuo's concentration is no longer what it used to be.

At least he can hold his paintbrush steady.

...the matter is in doubt.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 only knew that the tip of the pen hadn't come down, so he closed his eyes and urged, "Hurry up, it's very cold."

Chu Zhuo said: "Got it." His eyes fell on the imprint, looking for the point of writing.

Rong Yu asked, "What do you want to paint?"

Chu Zhuo said: "You guess."

Rong Yu: "I guess it's Red Lotus."

At this time, Chu Zhuo had already made the first stroke—it was just outlining the shape of a red lotus petal.

"Why do you guess right every time?" Chu Zhuo asked curiously.

Rong Yu said: "What's so hard to guess, the clothes you give are all embroidered with red lotus, what is your obsession with red lotus?"

Chu Zhuo said: "Little Lotus, aren't you my obsession?"

You are not my obsession.

"I have, and my obsession is still there." Thousands of years later, the ghost king once said word by word, "I have to wait for someone to marry him. The day we meet again will be the day when I see the sun again."

When did you have that obsession?Past, future, or present?

"Speaking of which, don't you like the golden-haired robe?" Chu Zhuo finally asked boldly, "If you don't like it, you don't have to force yourself to wear it, just take it apart and make a new one."

"Huh? It's good, I don't like it."

"But Gu Jian, you don't look very happy."

"I can't express my emotions or anger."

"You clearly have emotions written all over your face."

"Concentrate on drawing yours, what are you messing with? I'm itching to death..." Rong Yu complained.

"That can't be helped, you have to be patient." Chu Zhuo said.

"Hmm..." The itch spread from his back, Rong Yu hummed softly, Chu Zhuo couldn't calm down anymore, and the hand that held the pen trembled for a while.

"...just draw a picture, little lotus, there is no need to make such a misleading sound, you are testing me."

Rong Yu said coolly: "That can't be helped, you have to be patient."

Chu Zhuo: "..."

It's too vengeful.