Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 208 Misunderstood.

A bit rudely, he pulled Ziaruo's hand from the table, and asked. ''Is he waiting for you there?.''

Jing actually wanted to find out if Murongxu already knew about it.

However, for some reason it was precisely this sentence, which flowed out.

The hand was pulling strongly, yet with Jing's voice only sounding soft.

And I don't know what the man was considering, when he played down his voice.

If he's angry, just get angry why should he care about the other ear there.

After all he was the emperor, who would recklessly steal the conversation between the two.

Jing kept her voice down, as she asked.

However, whatever concubine said. In fact, the meaning of the implicit word cliche is really very big.

Ziaruo's feeling seemed to be hit by a hard and large object.

Reflexively his face changed firmly.

And this time, there was a faint smile on the tip of his lips, as he returned Jing's gaze.

A smile that implied disappointment, as well as the thinness of his feelings now.

Ziaruo did not like the annoyance of his heart at this moment.

The woman, upset at Jing for the question.

''Even if this woman wants to have another man, you will be cleaned first (Detach/finish their relationship).'' Ziaruo replied, with a sharp look towards Jiang jing wei.

Ever since Ziaruo decided to tell the story, she had been ready to receive the anger from her husband Jing.

Because he knew very well that this would hurt the man.

However, did Ziaruo also not suffer?.

And of course, that he suffered also the reality.

By knowing that he came into the world through trials and suffering.

The reincarnation of the Moon clan goddess Ziaruo, had long been preparing for the coming of the moment just like now.

Therefore, Ziaruo was willing and tried to take the best step, with the smallest impact to the people around him.

Jiang jing wei and the son were no exception.

In fact, Ziaruo was also willing to place himself as the one to blame, if it was indeed good for them.

However, when he heard the words from Jing, who was concerned about her integrity and purity, Ziaruo was disappointed with the man.

His shadow about the same incident, in his previous life again flashed.

Whether himself as Ziayun or Ziaruo, he was back in the question of his purity back.

And still with the same man (Murongxu), as well as by a similar man (Jing/Zhanglei).

The eyes were no longer glazed, now the clear circles were descending rapidly from both ends of his eyes.

Seeing this, Jing's heart grew even more sick. There was regret for the words he just said.

But behind that, Jing was also curious with the answer from the wife.

His heart ached, and did not calm down with his jealousy.

But all in all, it is getting more uncomfortable when you see those tears.

Jing was confused as to how to behave.

Keep him Jing restless, as well as filled with anger.

Meanwhile, saying what is now thought, in fact hurt the woman.

And just by seeing her grieve and disappointment, Jing's heart also returned to feeling pain as it sliced through the blades of a sharp knife.

Jiang jing wei was increasingly confused, as well as indecisive.

In the midst of his mixed feelings, he did not know what to do.

The woman's voice was heard again.

''We have reached the stage we are at, then do you want this woman to explain it again?.'' Ziaruo did not acknowledge, or deny, the question from her husband.

Women also have no desire to answer, or explain.

Doesn't Jing know her?, and still it's questionable?.

Ziaruo wanted Jing's husband to apologize, or retract, for a line of words that had cast doubt on the purity of the body, as well as his devotion as a woman and wife.

Ziaruo hated when in doubt.

However, behind the uneasiness Jing responded with a cold face, and an equally sharp gaze towards Ziaruo.

The anger that had slightly eased from regret just a moment ago, flared up again.

''Baguuus!.

Jing said that, with a tone on tap.

The man also stood up from his seat, and flicked his clothes violently, before finally exiting the room while slamming the door hard.

He did not hear any calls or reactions from Empress Yun.

His broad footsteps, the more speeding up the body disappeared from there.

''I can still go through...'' Ziaruo lirih.

''This misunderstanding may be better.

When we hate someone, losing that person is not a pain.'' In silence, in silence.

............................

From dark to morning, and from morning to afternoon to evening, and again to meet the night.

Without feeling it has almost 2 days passed, since the incident in the afternoon.

Jing never visited, nor spent the night in empress Yun's pavilion.

The man was busy with all the government activities.

Understandably, Zing's country has just experienced a shock that cannot be underestimated.

Jing even went down directly to provide assistance, as well as compensation for affected residents.

Especially for the families of the soldiers, who had died or were seriously injured, as a result of the uprising a few days ago.

His actions, able to attract the heart and sympathy of all the people of the empire.

Not even infrequently, there are residents who consider Jing as a drop of god who lives on earth.

However, what is not known by everyone, in fact Jiang jing wei is running from the reality of his life at this time. He busied himself, and avoided meeting Ziaruo.

Had time always been day, and everyone remained in government, Jing would not have realized the pain of his heart as he was now.

On the eve of the night, Jing would order all the servants and eunuchs, leaving him alone there.

He will read the report until the morning before, or sleep curled up under a blanket on the bed, in his quiet study.

No part of his body was visible, his entire body was tightly covered by a thick and delicate blanket.

Ever since his dispute with Ziaruo, he had focused his mind and remained silent in his study.

In fact, Jing also slept there until the next working day.

The cruel and cold figure of Jing also came back again, inside every court of government.

And this was proven in just 2 days, he had sentenced beheaded, for 3 families and their descendants.

Yet in the past year, the same mistakes as them are still tolerated by the emperor, and only punishable by exile, slavery, and withdrawal of wealth.

Wuhan, which is aware of the changes, can do nothing.

Because his heart was now also agitated, after hearing the conversation between the two.

As a loyal guard and right-hand man of the emperor, Wuhan certainly knows that.

In fact, he heard it himself directly when the incident happened.

As always, he was the most protective to look after both of his masters.

And just like the time of the dispute between Jing and Ziaruo.

Other nights, Wuhan was often there (around the emperor's resting pavilion),

And on the night of the incident, it happened that Wuhan was on a tree branch, which lay on the roof of the Ziaruo pavilion.

With a well-trained sense of hearing, as well as a high level of fear, Wuhan could not escape the incident.

In ethics as a shadow guard, there are things that can and should not be heard, Wuhan men are always objective in sorting.

However, he gave an exception to the events of the day, and kept his ears attached.

Wuhan heard, and knew everything.

.........................

From the top of the bed, Wuhan didn't hear anything strange.

He only sees small movements of the body under the blanket continuously, such as the normal movement of the body to switch positions during sleep. A voice woke Wuhan from its position.

''Take me arak.'' Jing said.

The man slowly opened the blanket.

And from behind the cloth appeared a tired face, with reddened and slightly enlarged eyes poking out.

Wuhan was stunned for a moment, and then replied. ''Good.''

Wuhan darted out quickly, leaving Jing who started getting out of bed, and walked towards the table with three chairs circling.

Not waiting for a long time, Wuhan has come back with 3 wine jars in his hands.

''Put it down!, accompany me for a drink.'' Jing said, without looking back at Wuhan.

Jing also did not see or take a headache, what kind of wine, or how many wine jars, which were now in the hands of the loyal man.

''Good.'' Wuhan replied while sitting his body.

''Krucuk..Chum...'' Arak was poured by Wuhan.

He also filled his own cup, drank it, and poured wine back for the two of them.

The room was quiet, without conversation.

Until, the entire contents of the first jar was exhausted in the pour, then Jing began to open his voice.

''She suffered a lot with me.''