Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episodes 214.
When the servant whom he sent to guard, at the place where he had originally reported, the Emperor had returned to his study.
Only then did Ziaruo leave the garden, and return to his pavilion to rest.
''Jing what should I do?.'' The whisper is subtle, to yourself.
Ziaruo laid down his body on the bed, his heart that was heartbroken and sad did not allow him to close his eyes.
Given that 1 day from now, he also had to go towards Yincang as well as leave Jing, Ziaruo grew even more depressed.
Not to think of herself, but rather to grieve for her husband Jing.
His heart is not calm.
And the pain, and the sadness is also reality.
However, Ziaruo still thought that it was Jing, who suffered the most in the current situation.
At least that's what he's thinking now.
Moreover, when recalling the figure of Jing who stood sculpting, in front of the door just a moment ago.
Ziaruo's heart was getting mixed up.
His sorrow, suffering, and regret cramped his heart.
''If only we hadn't been married.'' Gumam Ziaruo.
He thought he was the cause of everything.
It also occurred to me that if there was no marriage between her and Jing, maybe the man would still be the Jing he used to be.
An arrogant figure who is feared, and disinclined.
And there will be no wound today, nor any additional pain that has been there, due to the infamy of the mother.
She will also remain the same figure, a woman with the title of rich widow, along with dozens of foster children.
Although he will be busy with many devotees, and suitors. But he will never take responsibility directly for someone's suffering.
Ziaruo looked far away, with his eyes fixed on the ceiling of the bed net.
As if, there is a flash of a supposition with the most words ''If''.
However, no matter how much the word ''If'' is said, in fact it can not change what is now being faced.
As much as he planned, as many surprises from the fate greeted.
He who is a human, now can only walk along the groove.
Living, everything as he had ever wanted in his previous life.
It flows with the flow of time and the will of the creator, to follow the path of destiny.
Ziaruo touched his still flat stomach.
The sad face, now slightly eased with a point of happiness.
''There are still you here.'' Lirih.
''Maybe it was all my struggle to meet you.'' Further again.
Ziaruo rubbed his stomach gently.
The image of Jing's face, as well as the gentleness he gave back flashed.
There was a smile on the tip of his lips, and he spoke again. ''Ayahanda is angry now, but you don't hate her.''
Ziaruo looked back at the cherry blossoms, which were painted on the ceiling of the mosquito net.
He let out a long breath for a moment, and reopened his voice. ''Later when you come to this world, he will forgive his mother.''
''Even I might miss your mother, until she rebukes me so hard.''
''And in that moment, I will pretend to be angry and ignore him.'' Continue the woman.
The lips said confidently, with a nosy plan, but there was a clear grain dripping on the ends of both eyes.
Ziaruo came back crying, with a picture of happiness in the trajectory of the word ''If''.
However, his heart knew that everything was heartbreaking, and that it would be difficult to live.
And coincidentally, along with the cries from Ziaruo, from outside the pavilion hall, there was the sound of thunder and heavy rain.
It was as if nature had brought tears, for the pain of the woman's heart.
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Something that we consider important and valuable, as if it passes and disappears quickly.
Like that, the time possessed by Ziaruo who lived at the end of a fingernail, the faster it passed with the passage of time.
From a long night last night, it rolled towards the morning, and it crept towards the afternoon.
In time to wait Ziaruo thought, that Jing might start to get away from him.
He felt a loss with that thought, his heart became uncomfortable.
There was uneasiness and disappointment also mingled within.
However, the lips of ranum said otherwise.
''Good, if he can stay away and live without me.'' Ziaruo litte.
Telling firmly through the lips, but very tightly gripping the thighs themselves.
Straight and grateful in words, but grieving and feeling pain in the heart.
People often deny and say different things from the heart.
And Ziaruo did just that, right now.
He lies and deceives himself.
Time continued to travel into the evening, and until night began to come, Jing did not come to him.
In unrest, and in disheartening, she decided to come to the husband.
If the husband does not come to him, he will come to see him.
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Meanwhile, in a small room beside the emperor's study.
A figure of the middle body lying soundly on the bed.
The body, which is none other than Jing, was asleep due to the influence of drugs deliberately given by Wuhan.
Wuhan took the initiative to include sleeping pills, in tea, served by eunuchs to the emperor.
He was concerned about the condition of his master.
The face that featured lack of rest, as well as fatigue in government affairs, almost knocked him down.
In addition, with the heart problems that are now being faced, really make the face, like a body without a soul.
Because of this, Wuhan took the initiative to do so.
When the emperor finished meeting the messenger for Gu's women, and escorted them to the front gate of the palace, Wujan gave tea with a mixture of medicine for Jing, as a result of which the man fell asleep until evening.
And for the matter of picking up Gu's concubine, not many people knew about this.
For the sake of security, Wuhan, which had received orders from Jing, spread a news rumor.
That, the envoy came to pick up one of Jing's concubines, who was from the Tang empire, with the need to visit the family.
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This morning Jing woke up to a slightly chaotic state.
The poorly groomed look on his face lately, as well as the lack of rest, made the face almost like a beggar on the streets.
The messy hair, the disheveled clothes, and the smell of wine gushing sharply from his body.
Jing reluctantly with her own face, on the mirror reflection.
He thought back to the time he had spent the past few days.
''Why is it so fast, and today finally came.''
Jing felt a pain in the head, when she remembered that.
And with the effects of alcohol overnight, the dizziness in the head is almost unbearable.
However, given the many routines he had to handle, Jing again grabbed a bucket of water and washed her face.
With the help of two eunuchs and servants, he tidied himself up, and prepared to meet the delegation of envoys from the Tang empire, which had arrived yesterday afternoon.
In Jing's mind, he wanted to settle all matters immediately, and prepare to come to Ziaruo as soon as possible.
With his decision, as well as his awareness last night, he wanted to enjoy his last time with Ziaruo, and maybe it was for the last time.
Jing lamented his anger, and his folly these few days, which had wasted no time in being with his wife.
And if not for the peace between the four empires, maybe right now he would run to Ziaruo, and ignore the envoy.
''Wuhan..'' Call him a trusted man.
In just an instant, the figure of Wuhan had come, and replied. ''The waiter here who started.''
''After today's release, I want to rest, no one bothers.'' Jing said firmly.
''Understood.'' Wuhan replied briefly, before following Jing from behind, and stepping out.