Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 110 Jing's Jealousy.

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The Nancang inn.

A man with a black cloudy face, paddled the inn with a heartless clasp.

Whatever the waiter asks him, whatever the waiter treats cannot attract interest, as well as his taste for moving his hands and reaching for it.

His handsome face looked gloomy, even as time passed, the more darkened the hue of that face.

The man, who was none other than Emperor Jing, seemed to be trying hard to control a turmoil in his chest. As if everything in front of him, provoked sparks of anger of the ruler.

In fact, Wuhan the loyal servant made a crime. For some reason, whatever was ordered, all the servants failed to do as directed and recommended.

Seeing the many insecurities there, Wuhan ventured to ask.'' Her Majesty. eemmm...''

Hearing Wuhan's doubtful question, Jing looked at him sharply and asked back. '' What's up?.'' Flat.

''Is Your Majesty not feeling well?.'' Wuhan started to open up

''No..''Emperor Jing replied briefly.

''Emmmm...'' Wuhan muttered briefly back, taking a step closer.

''What?, don't piss me off.'' Jing asked back, frowning.

''Is something happening to both of you?, or.... There is a problem with our escorting party that has not arrived yet?, or perhaps... with the condition of the imperial palace?.'' Jing asked back, this time the man seemed really enthusiastic.

Hearing that, Jiang jing wei threw Wuhan with her empty cup, saying. '' What's that in your empty brain?, are you cussing the empire huh?.''

Got a cup toss, with a quick movement Wuhan caught the object, while answering. '' Your Highness.you must be careful with objects here.''

Again Jing frowned in confusion, hearing the words of the guard and friend.

Wuhan understood, the meaning of the movement of his master's man. He calmly walked to the table, and put the cup back and said. ''According to what I heard, almost all the objects in this inn, Her Majesty the Empress herself made them.''

''So you do not carelessly throw or break it. '' Wuhan is back.

Hearing the words of the guard and his best friend, Jing grabbed a beautiful cup and watched it.

'' Why didn't I realize before, I was too focused on the empress, so unaware of the uniqueness of this thing.'' Said Jing slowly.

Wuhan just nodded his head.

''Then what is this thing about?, why is it as if this is an object with emptiness (in the sense of invisibility)

*Currently, Jing is holding a glass cup from clear glass.*

Jing realized that many things had become worthless, when the woman was next to him, many special things seemed to lose her bride in the hands of Ziaruo the Empress.

Imagining that, Jing recalled, that now the empress was in the middle of the Murongyu imperial palace.

With a face that turned back gloomy, the man stomped roughly the Cup in his hand as he said. '' What do I care about his cup, even he doesn't care about me.''

Wuhan rounded his eyes, he began to understand the restlessness of the master. Unknowingly a faint smile was imprinted on his face.

''Emmmmh...'' Wuhan murmured softly, but still heard in the ears of the master.

''Wuhaan.'' Jing called out the name of the guard.

''Hamba His Majesty..'' Wuhan replied with complete calm.

''Do you no longer need your mouth?.'' Jing asked with annoyed eyes.

''Still Your Highness..'' Answer Wuhan again.

"Tell me what's on your bod*h mind!." Jing's orders were calm, but with threatening eyes.

Hearing the order, Wuhan retreated a few steps, with the preparation of a thousand-step horse, Wuhan opened its mouth again. "Eeeemmhh..Her majesty.eemmh...Your Majesty is jealous?."

Hearing the question, it was the turn of Emperor Jing's eyes that were rounded, with a stammered voice the man replied. '' Ap..what..why did you say hah..why did you say.me, I emperor jing was jealous.si**and you Wuhan...Your m*ti.''

Emperor Jing was about to throw the cup back in his hand, but he immediately put the cup back on the table, upset with his loyal guard.

However, he was much more upset with himself, however he knew that Ziaruo would not betray him. However, his heart still felt great worry at this moment.

''Are they enjoying tea together now?.'' Jing Said.

''Maybe...Isn't that one of the courtesy of welcoming His Majesty's guests?.'' Answer Wuhan.

''That emperor Murong must have stolen the look on the Empress's face.'' Jing again.

''Heeemmzz ..definitely Your Majesty, but she will be in trouble, because Her Majesty the Empress is wearing a veil.'' Answer Wuhan again.

'' You're right, he must be looking at her with bad thoughts for her.'' Jing again.

''That is for sure, as no Man can resist, the charm of Her Majesty the Empress.'' Wuhan chiming.

'' You're right again Wuhan, do you also think of him in such a way?.'' Ask Jing.

Hearing the remark, as if a bolt of lightning had struck Wuhan's body, the man reflexively prostrated himself on the floor of the room, bowing his head while saying. ''Ampuni servant of His Majesty.This servant does not have the courage to that extent.''

There was fear on the man's face. Fear will reveal the little secret of his life, a secret that takes place all over the place in the recesses of a heart that is only his big hand.

Wuhan is still down, with its head staring right at the floor of the room.

Until the sound from behind him, mengangetkan the two men.

''Has anyone been missed by this woman who Started?.'' Ask a woman who just walked into the Yincang Pavilion.

There was a happy gurat painted on Jiang jing wei's face, but there was also a sense of annoyance there. The man was still developing a shadow of jealousy in his mind.

Knowing Ziaruo has returned, Wuhan can now breathe a sigh of relief, the anxiety they imagined a moment ago is now gone.

In a respectful voice, Wuhan asked for permission to resign.

Since Jing did not say anything, Ziaruo answered the request for permission from Wuhan. The woman felt as if there was an oddity to the current emperor Jing.

''Eeheemmm, has this woman done His Majesty a mistake?.'' Ziaruo asked as he approached the husband, who was now ignoring him.

''Heemmmzz ..you did not answer it, it means there is a mistake in me, but.why does not even this woman know.'' Ziaruo continued back, while sitting his body right in front of the emperor.

Seeing the empress in front of him, Jing started pouring tea into the cup. However, quickly the woman, grabbed the cup from her husband to drink it slowly, and put it back on the table.

Jing wanted to smile, but with all her might, she wanted the woman in front of her, to seduce and try to ease her anxiety. Jing is sulking.

"It seems the host did not entertain the Empress well, to such thirst." Said Jing in a tone full of discomfort.

Hearing that, Ziaruo smiled and replied. " You're wrong, the host is so polite, Your Majesty, it can even be said to be too excited."

"What ...excited?, what do you mean by spirit." Jing asked reflexively, until he forgot that he was trying to be indifferent.

Hearing that, a voice from behind the door spoke in its distinctive tone. ''Don't worry as much as he's excited, still he won't dare to do anything, even if he has the courage, Murongyu can't do what he wants."

Ziaruo appeared from behind the door, approaching Ziaruo's body in conversation with her husband, he did not heed the man's horror gaze.

''How could there be two Ziaruo now?.'' Murmured in the heart of the man, with round eyes as if it would be detached from its sockets.

Empress Zing moved her hands gently, towards the woman sitting in front of the emperor Jing (Ziaruo who arrived first).

"Slret..." The woman's body turned into a puff of golden smoke, and burst into Ziaruo's sleeves.

Ziaruo looked at Jing's confused face, he smiled for a moment and said. "Don't worry, Murongyu won't be able to do anything, because he's just a pseudo-body from my noble illusion fog."

The woman, managed to calm the emperor's heart, even more so when Ziaruo approached put both hands on his neck.

In an instant, his anxiety disappeared completely.

The man's heart grew even more agitated while, Ziaruo peeked at the cheeks, ears and paused for a moment at the man's neck gently.

''Degup...degup.....degup....'' Jing's heart-pounding voice could no longer be hidden. In fact, the more crazy when the beloved wife whispered a piece of sentence.

"This day.....The Empress misses you so much, Your Majesty. Wait a minute.let me clean this body first.''

The woman, making a thin and beautiful scratch print on Jiang Jing wei's neck, raised a red hue, on the face of the imperial ruler of Zing, and in the end left her, mute there alone, towards the bathhouse behind their bedroom.

Behind Jing's explosive heart, with a gair*h orange feel, the Ruler was again stunned. "If you don't go to the palace, then where did you go Yun?, I replied Yun...Yuuuun..." He asked again as he walked quickly, following the empress to the bathhouse.

''Yuuun.''