Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 101 The Journey of the Gods.
That afternoon the sun was staring at the earth. With his hot light pierced whatever he swept.
However, this has no effect on a pair of people, who are now wrestling behind a blanket, combining love to reach nirvana on their contest.
Since returning from the concubine Feng's pavilion, Ziaruo's pavilion door was still tightly closed until now (the sun began to rise from the top of the head/to the afternoon).
A man stands firmly in front of the Empress's pavilion phonix door. His body seemed calm and kept alert.
However, from the look of his face was clearly an uproar and confusion. Sometimes he would look at the door of the room, and hope the door was open.
Meanwhile, in the room Emperor Jing stared at the beautiful face of Ziaruo who was sleeping in his arms, stroking his hair and stroking the Empress's cheek.
The man smiled, occasionally he would kiss his wife's lips slowly, although in his desire never felt enough, he would not do something that would make his beloved woman suffer (fatigue).
No matter how many times he did something with Ziaruo (against Ziaruo), he always wanted more and more, as if everything now was just about being with him. In a soft voice he muttered. ''How could I have lived without you?.'' His hand rubbed back gently on Ziaruo's cheek.
''You are my woman, everything you have is mine Yun, your body, your smile...''Jing sighed for a moment, before shuffling his body, closer to his wife, his hands clinging to each other's bodies.
Jing closed his eyes and muttered inwardly.''I used to think, even though there was her in your heart, as long as we could be together I've felt a part. However, why is this heart increasingly afraid of loss, even now I also want your heart.''
''Eemmhhhh'' Ziaruo moved his body, rubbing his eyes a few times, before finally, he smiled and stared fixedly at the man. He looked closely at the husband's face.
With a distinctive sound of waking up, as well as a hand reaching for Jing's cheek, rubbed her slowly and said. ''You are awake.I still want to sleep again, still tired.''
Hearing the words, Jing again tightened her embrace.
The hug he had loosened when the woman, awoke and moved obliquely towards his body.
''If you are still tired of sleeping again, I will send Wuhan, send a message bird asking the group to turn around.'' Jing replied softly, while peeking at Ziaruo's forehead.
The man began to take off his hands, sit on his body and was about to call Wuhan. However, just arrive b*b*r Ziaruo close b*b*rnya. The room became silent, the man's eyes were rounded.
He felt astonished and surprised, not usually the woman acted like that. But Jing was silent, enjoying the sensation of initiative from his wife, his heart racing as fast as the roar of breath that was no longer regular.
''Yuun...'' Only that can come out of the man's lips. Even when the wife has released the ci*am*ya, she still can not relieve the roar of heart throbbing back.
Ziaruo smiled and said in a voice as well as an embarrassed hue. ''No need, let me rest for a while, we will still travel to Negri Tang later in the afternoon.
Jing was further confused by the Empress's words, but since her marriage proposal was approved by Ziaruo, she had promised to do anything, for the woman, even if it was difficult.
"At the very most he would be exhausted and force his horse to run nonstop, or throw away his horse, and buy a new horse to speed up the journey.'' Thought Jing.
''Do as you wish, whatever it is.'' Jing replied as she laid down her body with Ziaruo back, lying side by side on her bed.
In the confusion over the woman's attitude and decision, Jiang jingwei's heart flowered.in her heartbeat and sighs she swore.
Will try hard to keep the affection, to sow the seeds of sincerity in the heart of the empress for him.
Even if possible, for the sake of the future successor of the Zing empire.
Ziaruo's lips returned with a gentle smile, as the husband lay down again.
Hearing a strange question from his wife, Jing just kept quiet, he did not know what to say to the woman.
He stared fixed pretty face in front of him, a moment later his lips began to open and answer. ''For me it doesn't matter, whether we leave or not, as long as you're okay and stay with me, that's enough.''
Hearing that answer Ziaruo squinted one eye and asked again. ''What do you do if we get there in the morning, Your Majesty?.'' Still with the hand, which continues to gently rub the lips of the husband.
''How is it possible that the journey taken by 4 to 5 days of travel can be taken in one night only'' murmured in Jing's heart.
''Why is your question so strange Yun?, and is rubbing my lips with this finger so pleasant?.'' Jing asked, as well as a diversion answer to Ziaruo's question which to him was astonishing.
Ziaruo understood that her husband did not take her words seriously.
Ziaruo lowered his head and spoke again. ''If I told you that being with you is like this, kissing and touching it (Lips) like now, as if I had done it before, would you believe it?.''
Hearing all the words of the wife, Jing frowned, she recalled a dream that had been present several times lately, more precisely after they had perfected their marriage some time ago.
''Really Yun?.'' Jing asked enthusiastically, yet he was still not sure about telling her about his dream.
''Heeeem...'' Ziaruo nodded slowly, in response.
''Could we have been lovers, maybe even married couples in a past life, but isn't she the wife of Murongxu?, what is this secret God?.'' Jing murmured in silence.
The man, reaching for the wife's body and returning to embrace, carried in warmth, and led her to the island of Kapok in the dream world without limits, leaving confusion and saturation of the mind for a moment.
Meanwhile, in a very distant place in the land of Clouds.
A man breathed out a deep breath, looking a small gurgle of anxiety on his ever calm face.
Looking up at the golden sky in the twilight, he said softly.
''Loving and waiting hundreds of times, only to be united with you.
Although it is not our body there, but our hearts are together.
Is it enough?, our souls do not greet each other, our hearts are foreign to each other.
Although united in the bond of promise and time, but our validity is foreign to each other.
Maybe our will of fate and our story should never have existed. *Night prince and moon goddess*
Baixio again breathed deeply, his eyes glaring through the eternal golden sky, a Negri who had usurped his beloved, a land that bound the promise between himself and the moon goddess.
Even the country is also the one who tasted his freedom, and buried it above the expanse of false happiness.
''Ziayun.everything will be over soon, everything will become clear to you, and I will gladly accept every bit of your anger and hatred.''
Baixii.