Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episodes 216. We return.

Ziaruo grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor, put them on and tidied himself up.

The woman stood there, looking at the bed with a body figure on it for a moment, before finally disappearing behind the door of the room.

Beyond what agony the woman Yun stepped out, as heavy as that felt by the heart on the body, which was now lying on the bed.

The body just moved slowly, draping both hands to hug itself.

From both ends of the eye, flowing clear circles with a rush.

Jing rebuked with a voice that was held.

Verily he awakens even when exhausted, with the struggle of their happiness.

He forbade, and tried hard for himself, not to fall asleep.

He understood, understood, felt, heard, and saw Ziaruo's departure in silence.

He also wanted to hug, cry, and embrace the wife's body, and was eager to prevent her from leaving.

However, if he did then, Ziaruo would have more difficulty deciding to step up, and live the day ahead.

Jing did not want to burden his wife, with the pain of his heart.

Let her be broken now, in order to lighten the steps of the beloved woman, and to hope that the gods will be moved to see the sincerity of her love and sacrifice.

Jing was still curled up on the bed, with her mouth covered in blankets.

So that the cry of pain in his heart, did not color Ziaruo's departure step.

On top of the bed, precisely beside his body, he saw an object twice the size of a palm, with a clear luster on the surface.

''Mirror of moon water.'' Call Jing, with sobs becoming more and more.

He grabbed the thing, and went back to muttering. ''How am I going to settle for this Yun, how am I going through the days without you?.'' Still with the cry.

Jing's happiness these few years, was like a beautiful long dream.

A miracle cure, which wipes away the wounds of betrayal of those closest to you, and awakens trust, to a purity of heart that loves one another, is selfless and selfish.

However, why should he wake up and moan the pain with the pain of a separation.

As a man with a sincere heart of love, Jing was broken to the very limit that he could not bear.

The story is like the spring breeze greeted the cool of last month, which was preparing to wait for the coming of a long winter on the next day.

So quickly passed, leaving no autumn dust today.

A glimpse of the love story that approaches, knitting dreams with flowery happy melodies.

Genuine love that strengthens both feelings, links common goals, and encourages longing.

And when despair did not meet, the promise was no longer imprinted, his heart was engraved with wounds and broken not left.

Despite this, despite the cries he endured, Jing still left a hope.

That when age is still awake, with the heart in the body patient, waiting for a time that will bridge the despair, taste, and raise the bud of hope, for the beauty of spring in the years to come, for an encounter.

Jiang jing wei was still curled up with her sadness, until the second day since her Yun departure.

At that moment, a soft voice called out the name of the man faintly.

''Jing...''

The moon water mirror he drew, displaying a very bright sheen light.

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

The day crept, the morning rolled, and the day turned into night.

Without feeling 7 days have passed.

Leaving the still-mute Zing empire, with the sturdiness of its high walls, as well as the story of Jiang jing wei's grief.

At the border of the palace of the Tang imperial city, the entourage of Ziaruo(Female Gu) had arrived before the gate, which was towering high.

A young general, leading the party down from the horse, approached the carriage.

''Your highness.'' Call polite.

''In a moment, we will enter the imperial palace, does your majesty need anything?.'' The general continued, still in a polite tone.

He has no meaning whatsoever. Just want to know, if only the empress candidate of the emperor, need time to improve themselves.

Understandably for a woman, appearance is the priority. At least that's what the general thought.

What's more, with the fatigue of a long journey, which takes up to 7 days.

*(Shut up and get ready to perform as well as possible).*

However, he was unaware of the dark look of the woman inside the carriage.

Face with fatigue during the trip, increasingly darkened when he heard what he said.

How could it be, Gu woman would have the intuition to perform as well as possible, for the sake of being present in front of Canzuo.

A man he hated so much that his marrow fell apart.

With that hatred, it can even be described, he wanted to come before the man, as a vicious hunting beast, who would swallow Canzuo alive in one gulp, and will not spit out his bones a piece.

However, she was just an ordinary woman and not a giant dragon, who could manifest such ridiculous desires.

With an identity as Ziaruo, he came there so with that beauty, he had to destroy Canzuo to the limit of the worst.

Lady Gu sighed for a moment.she tried to calm a burning heart with hatred, before replying. ''I will prepare later, when I arrive at the palace.''

Hearing the reply from inside the carriage, which seemed to display unwillingness, he replied briefly, despite a slight thought. ''Good..''

After saying this, the young general went back up on his mount, and spurred it on slowly.

He went to the gatekeeper, and showed him a plaque.

It did not take long, from a distance the soldiers of the group guard, saw the general waving his hand.

And automatically, the guards in the front row of the carriage exclaimed. ''Damn!.''

After the exclamation, Ziaruo felt his carriage start moving.

Slowly his hands began to palpate the slightly enlarged stomach. His heart had a slight bit of bitterness, and his eyes were glazed over.

''I came back, even before my wounds dried up.''

''Canzuo, with any remedy this wound will never be healed, except ....''

From his lips, a faint smile.

However, with a clear grain dripping on the cheek, the face looked contrasting.

No one can guess what that smile and cry means.

Not really, the two servants beside him, who had a little bit of knowledge about what, and why he had come there.

However, with what Jing jing wei commanded, as well as the understanding of the two who knew that, that woman was not their queen.

The two servants who were none other than Hanrui and Xiobai, were silent unmoved.

They would only ensure Gu's safety, until he reached the palace alone.

There is no connection, for sadness and polemics, to the woman with the face of the master in front of her at this time.

If only, he did not weigh in on the security mission, as well as the position of the woman that was related by emperor Jing's plan.

Perhaps the two Ziaruo personal guards, would happily skin the faces of their queen impersonators, immediately.

Because, in the hearts of Hanrui and Xiobai, both of them hated that face now and did not want to compromise, if any woman wore the face of the master.

Neither did Gu's woman, who had indirectly become Ziaruo's sister-in-law, through her previous marriage to Gutingye.

However, both must be patient for the ethics of duty, and stop the anger, as well as the desire in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Ziaruo before those who did not know the hatred around him, was still struggling with his own thoughts.

And even if he knew everything was worth it to him.

Only with the anger of the servants could he arrive at the destination he wanted, not a great thing for him.

Moreover, the idea came from the owner of his own face, as long as he obeyed the requirements of Ziaruo and emperor Jing, Gu's woman had no guilt at all.

And the important point, even though the face is the same.

Gu did not have the sharp vision to read the minds of others, so he automatically did not understand the wrath of the two servants beside him.

''My son.we are back.''

''And everything will be yours, not anyone else, not himself (Canzuo)."

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

Meanwhile.

In the imperial palace, Canzuo who had received news of the arrival from Ziaruo, displayed a smile over and over again.

''Finally you came Ruoer.''