Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 179's
The sound of tearing clothes is not how loud, but in fact it is able to make Canzuo's heart increasingly bubbling.
Like a war drum, which is repeatedly broken.
''Lub.city.lub...dub...lub...dub..''
Moreover, when he saw the white skin of Ziaruo's shoulders.
His heart, mind, as well as his heart, were increasingly collaborating well.
''Aaahk.I can go crazy.'' He was stricken in silence.
Canzuo glimpsed also a small figure, resembling a white lotus on Ziaruo's shoulder.
''Teratai...'' Canzuo Mumbled.
His eyes were fixed, staring at the lotus carving, with a scratch on some of his elopak, due to the attack of the figure of the sneak.
Canzuo was stunned for a moment, he stared, the lotus tattooing carefully.
Until, a sound woke up the daydream. ''Your honor... His majesty.''
Ziaruo called out to Canzuo in a repetitive voice.
''Oh.sorry.sorry, excuse me....''
Canzuo's words were not resolved.
Ziaruo hurriedly covered his clothes, and stood up from the bed.
''This woman will come again, 7 days to come.'' Ziaruo.
He said it with annoyance.
It was as if he had been treated disrespectfully there.
Canzuo was confused to hear this, he wanted to apologize, and explained to Ziaruo, that everything was not intentional.
Moreover, intending to treat her, disrespectfully.
However, before he said anything, the woman had disappeared from before the man.
Darted away from there quickly, disappearing from Canzuo's sight.
''Why should it be like this?, even we have just become close.'' Said Canzuo.
He feels disappointed in himself.
Although, it has tried its best, to cover up its awe, and its desire to have.
However, other hearts, eyes, and bodies, seem reluctant to obey reason, and his mind.
''Heeeehhh....'' Canzuo breathed a rough breath, he wanted to throw away the discomfort, which was now being felt.
''Send a message, that the plan went well!.'' His orders, with a rather high tone.
And not waiting for a long time, a shadow was present in front of the Emperor.
''Your Majesty.'' Answer the shadow, after looking down for a moment saluted, and darted away back.
......................................
Meanwhile, on the edge of the mystery western forest.
Ziaruo had reached inside the tent back, his face looked slightly pale, and exhausted.
She was about to go into the moon water mirror, just to clean up, before meeting her husband Jing.
After all, he also felt uneasy about the scent left behind, after coming into contact with Canzuo, just a moment ago.
However, he had not yet taken out the moon water mirror, a voice from the direction of the tent door, calling out to him. ''yun.....You're back?, come here....Are you all right?.''
Emperor Jing was about to grab Ziaruo's hand, and take him towards the makeshift bed inside the tent.
However, when he saw the condition of the clothes, and the slight bloodstain on Ziaruo's shoulders, Jing rounded his eyes.
''You are hurt?, how could it be?, who hurt you?.'' He asked in succession, full of anxiety.
Jing quickly, grabbed the wife's body, making sure something was now pressing down on her mind.
''Is he(Canzuo), who did this, how dare he?, I will....'' Jing continued, with anger.
However, Ziaruo stopped the anger, with a touch on his lips.
''This is just a fake wound of my husband.''
Ziaruo intentionally mentions Jing, with a different call than usual (husband).
He wanted to ease the anger, which was burning in the heart of the emperor.
''Fake?.'' Jing said, with a confused face, as well as a frown on the forehead simultaneously.
He looked over Ziaruo's shoulder, where there was a cut, with a slight tear on his clothes.
Jing again frowned. He was amazed by the tattoo that was there.
''What is this Yun?, why did I just see him?.'' Jing asked, touching, the lotus tattoo on Ziaruo's shoulder.
After all, he had seen all parts of the Empress' body.
And all this time, he never once found the Lotus Image there.
''I've said, this is a fake Your Majesty.''
The woman undressed at the top in front of Jing.
Slowly pulled another sheet of leather, which was neatly attached, onto his shoulders.
''Look at.this is just the skin that I deliberately created, to support our plan.''
Ziaruo explained everything to Jing, about the fake skin as well as his homemade tattoo.
He also told, the origin of the wound found on the fake skin.
''So this assault and wound, you intentionally made it?.'' Jing asked, with a look of astonishment and disbelief.
Ziaruo just nodded his head slowly.
''You should know, my fellow students are there too.''
Ziaruo walked towards the bed, and Jiang jing wei sat on the bed right beside his wife.
''I had to make something, which seemed closer, between us (Ziaruo and Canzuo).
Thus, when later Biyi doubted the existence of Ziaruo in the Tang empire, the,
Canzuo will have a way to convince his heart.''
Jing heard every explanation, given by Ziaruo.
Even if everything is part of the plan. However, in jing's heart, there was still a vexation, which he could not cover up.
''So he managed to hug you too?.'' Asked the man, with a grunt on his face.
The man, seemed annoyed with his thoughts, as well as his unwarranted imagination.
''Why do you look so adorable.'' Ziaruo said, with a small ruckus, when he heard the husband grumbling beside him.
An expression of Jing's affection, in a different way in delivery.
And that is what makes the woman, laugh happily, and feel anxious to the husband.
''Rest assured that whatever happens, in this life this woman will only be your Yun.''
Ziaruo did not want to make the annoyance of Jing grow bigger, and took some precious time.
He wants to enjoy his time together, which will probably be a memory for him, while in Yincang.
Or perhaps, it also becomes their togetherness for the last time.
However, maybe everything is not always in accordance with the plan and expectations.
In fact, he had to give up some time to go to Tang, and in addition to the husband, also had to immediately relieve the upheaval in the Zing empire.
It was because of this that perhaps Jing's thick blend of jealousy, as well as his possessiveness, was able to take well.
In fact, if he could he would pour the husband's irritation in the stroke of his heart.
Capturing the important moment of the moment, as a picture of her happy life, as Empress Yun, from Zing.
''Don't worry, after this I'll clean up well.'' Sahut Ziaruo, with both hands that he circled, on the husband's neck.
''In fact, he cannot do anything to the empress, Your Majesty. Just touching hands, and this shirt alone.'' Connect again.
''Then you don't have to keep these clothes, just burn them.'' Answer Jing.
The man, feeling calmer after hearing the explanation from Ziaruo.
In fact, the anger over the jealousy he had, melted and disappeared, with the actions of the wife, who took the indulgent initiative to him.
''Yes.yes...It will burn, until it runs out.'' Ziaruo replied with a spoiled attitude, as well as a display of obedience.
''There won't be another time for that incident, Ziaruo is his.'' Thought Jing.
''You are right there will not be, and there will never be another chance again.'' Sahut Ziaruo in mind.
At first glance, there was pain in the eyes, and Ziaruo's heart.
However, he hurriedly patis all, and tried to divert the conversation.
''Oh. My husband, how is concubine Gu, is she already much calmer?.'' Ziaruo litte.
''Heemm, it's been much better.
Although he was still a little weak, but he had already started to calm down.'' Jing.
''Thank you, the rest let the empress take care of it. You just focus on them (rebels).'' Ziaruo said again.
Hearing Ziaruo's words, Jing again growled.
And he had planned, not to make them die so easily.
For him, the rebels have made a terrible mistake.
Because it was they, who had caused the empress, to come into trouble, and made her do something, which she should not.
That is, meeting another man (emperor Tang), and a little more forcing the body to exhaust.
''Relax, we are just waiting for news from the spies.
If all those soldiers had retreated, then the hunt would have started soon.'' Zing.