Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 220 My longing for grief.

And in between those sobs, he muttered softly. ''This woman misses you so much.''

It was as if the entire sky was collapsing in Jing's world, upon hearing the woman's words.

Not for that longing line of speech. However, it refers more to the expression as well as the meaning behind it.

Jing understood very well, that the wife was complaining about the fate of their affection.

Criticizing his absence, at a crucial moment in the history of the birth of the son.

The figure who is known to be cruel and arrogant by the general public, is now worn with helplessness.

Slowly, Jing rubbed the surface of the moon water mirror with full softness.

Hoping, he was able to touch the pale beautiful face in it, and convey every confusion of the heart, which now rumbles great and mixed through touch.

However, even the mirror image faded, as Ziaruo changed and left a few days ago.

As if the magical power of the celestial object, it is increasingly weakened by the reduced life time of the owner.

He desperately hopes to reach out to his woman, and bring her back together.

However, the hand was unable to move to penetrate the upper surface of the mirror.

He is not without strength, nor will he be strong.

However, his rational brain gives warning as well as awareness of the reality behind everything.

He does not want to be selfish with desire, which can accelerate the ugliness (death) for Ziaruo.

At least with the moon's water mirror, Jing could still see the woman living her life, even though she could not touch it for more than 17 years.

Jing understood very well, that their togetherness in his duaniya, will shorten the life time of the wife.

And if he insisted on bringing or asking him to come to him, their days together only ranged from no more than 6 months.

Recalling and understanding the harsh reality, Jing touched her left chest and pressed her down a little strongly.

It was as if he was holding something back from being revealed, on the face he was displaying as calmly as possible, in a face-to-face with Ziaruo.

''In fact, if you don't say it I understand everything.'' Sahut Jing with a gentle expression, with a typical resigned look that he recently had.

''Maybe I was a sinner in the past, and made you pay for our togetherness in this life.''

''Forgive me Yun, can you hold out for our son?.'' The gaze again, with a glance swept over the eyes, at the table in space.

Where an incense stick that shrinks from its original size, stands firmly there.

Jing's heart was getting harder and harder to manage her calm.

However, what can be said reality and time, still complicate the togetherness of the two.

Jing was increasingly unable to cover up the anxiety, over the resignation and returned to speech. ''Take good care of yourself, don't...''

The words from Jing had not been resolved, and the moon water mirror had faded the look of the beautiful woman inside.

Jiang jing wei looked up at the ceiling of the room.

''Yes god ..just punish me.'' Lirih.

In fact, until the stick of incense on the table had melted from its existence, and turned into a bunch of ashes, Jing was still in the same position.

''Is it too hard for us to get through this?.'' He muttered in silence.

''Why is it that the more the day, the heavier it feels, the more painful it is?.''

''O God, do not give her any more tears, give me every wound and pain. Let him be happy without this man, if it must be.''

Jing slowly looked back down, staring at the moon water mirror, which he held with both hands tightly on his lap.

''Do I have to stay away from her?.''

''And even looking and staring at him in the distance is not allowed?.''

He rubbed the moon water mirror several times, with a heart that no one could understand.

In the now withered glare of his sharp eyes, he seemed to be seeking a force, to confirm the decision he was taking.

And after a while, the man stood up from his seat and walked towards the corner of the room.

Slowly open a box, twice the size of an adult's finger.

Jiang jing wei's eyes fell back on the object in her hand.

Mentioning the word He, Jing's hand gripped firmly on the edge of the storage box.

Pouring pain, anger, and heartlessness for something valuable in his life.

''You can hate me, and I hope to soon forget everything with my ugliness.''

Jing let out a long sigh for a moment, before finally closing the box and walking out of the room.

''Wuhan...'' Call him in a little loud voice.

''Your honor is noble.'' Sahut the shadow guard, as soon as he appeared in front of emperor Jing.

''Order people to lock this pavilion, and place guards.'' Connect Jing again, before moving away from the place.

''Good.'' Answer Wuhan briefly.

The guard glanced for a moment into the space, watching the Emperor's departure in front of him, along with 2 guard soldiers, and 3 shadow guards of his comrades.

There are shadows of strong memories in Wuhan's heart, of the pavillions behind her body now.

There was also a picture of a thick cloudy glint, behind the emperor's back with the descent of the order.

Wuhan sighed slowly, turning to stare at the pavilion door that was still wide open.

In the man's heart, it was unrequited to move his hand to close the door.

But as a servant, he could not resist the orders of the master.

There are many things about polemics, memories, hopes and happiness.

Ever since the emperor occupied this pavilion room, staying there a few days ago, Wuhan thought that as long as Ziaruo had not returned, at least he could still see a glimpse of the woman through the pavilion.

However, I do not know what the master thinks now, so it must make the place sacred, and prohibit anyone from entering the pavilion.

In fact, the emperor also did not allow a servant to enter, even to clean it.

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Since that day, no one had seen Emperor Jing come there, nor continued the habit of shutting down.

He did everything, as if nothing had ever happened in his life a moment ago.

He again became a cold, indifferent and cruel figure that seemed untouchable.

In fact, within two months, he had received nearly hundreds of imperial concubines.

Either from the selection made by the empress dowager, or the tributes of the subordinate small countries.

In fact, he also returned to raise the status of the exiled concubine Fengjiu a while ago.

Emperor Jiang Jing wei seemed to return to his former personhood, before getting to know Ziaruo.

And this further strengthens the belief of some, about the rumors of the presumption of evil spells given to him by the Empress.

And of course, it was talked about behind the Emperor's back.

In Jing's silence and cruelty, only Wuhan and the closest people to the emperor understood, the truth.

That their emperor, was venting, diverting, and trying to deny all the turmoil and pain of the heart, by doing so.

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''Your highness.it's time for you to rest, please take care of the dragon's body.'' Said an old eunuch beside Jing, proffering a wooden tray, with a list of names of concubines on it.

Hearing the words he was waving beside his desk, Jing stopped the brush movements he was holding.

''It turned out to be late, time really passed quickly.'' Flat talk.

Jing's eyes, not yet switched from the report sheet on the table.

However, with a reflex of his sturdy hand, grabbed one of the rows of name lists on the tray held by the eunuch.

''We see, which beauty tonight has her fate.'' Think the old eunuch.

And shortly after emperor Jing dropped the list plaque on the table, the old man exclaimed.

''Happy rest, Sire.''

The old eunuch, bowed for a moment, and took a few steps back, before turning around and exclaiming rather loudly.

''Give me the news, Your Majesty the emperor, will spend the night in the Meili pavilion.'',