Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 222 Changes.

''Alright, to support your virtuous character, you can stand there until dawn.'' Jing continued, before stepping towards the bed to rest.

Leaving Fengjiu at the end of the space, standing pecked with confusion and a hint of clothing attached to the body.

In Fengjiu's memories of the past few months, he had obtained the grace of the emperor's arrival in his pavilion, 4 times.

However, nothing good happened to him, even though he had tried his best, to serve the man.

In fact, it will all end in bad for yourself.

Fengjiu is not a smart woman.

But he is also not a fool.

And one-time mistakes may be natural.

However, if every time the emperor's arrival he would be sentenced, it wouldn't be very strange if coincidences always happened.

And that is, a mistake that will be burdened upon him.

''Did the Emperor deliberately make things difficult for him at this time?.''

''Is it just him who received this treatment?, or are all the imperial concubines who received the emperor's grace also experiencing?.'' Mumbled in Fengjiu's heart.

In the disappointment in the corner of the room, Fengjiu had taken the decision to find out, about something that was entrenched in her little mind.

Meanwhile, the figure who was lying on the bed, was actually smiling.

His face showed happiness.

''I'm going to see him again. Weiyun you are indeed my son.'' Said Jing in the curves of the lips that paint a small arch.

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

Days change, time passes.

Not felt, had been two months passed.

Emperor Jing was accompanied by Wuhan, and some of the shadow guards again burst out, disguising themselves among the commoners.

He dressed modestly, and took a leisurely stroll, tracing the streets of the capital.

No one knows the reason behind it all. In fact, neither did Wuhan the person closest to Jing at the moment.

The man with such a high level of arrogance, had become even more difficult to understand since the departure of Empress Yun.

And of course in the Wuhan version.

Although, everyone who looked towards him and the entourage, no one thought they were people of the same caste.

Still no one expected that, the man there with the retinue of escorts, was an Emperor.

Jing's face, as well as her domineering aura, could never be disguised.

Especially for the women there, who were unable to turn their faces, once they saw the sovereignty of Jiang jing wei.

Many of the pedestrians, or those who make buying and selling transactions, also took a moment to look at Jiang jing wei's entourage.

Although Jing was not the best beautiful male beauty, still her authoritative facial lines, as well as her perfect posture, were still intoxicating to your eyes.

Wuhan who witnessed the eyes of worship, from the women there felt less like.

A Jiang jing wei, only deserved to be with empress Yun alone, not them, nor the concubines in the imperial haren.

When thinking about that, a beautiful face flashed through the mind.

''If you are here, is there any anger seeing master become another woman's fantasy?.'' Ask Wuhan for yourself.

Wuhan's footsteps, still moving follow Mr in front of him.

See and ensure anything, stay in control until the man completes all activities.

And one more thing, Emperor Jing's striking change at the moment was, every time he visited a region, then with a bright face, as well as a sky-high spirit, will choose many toys as well as children's clothing, from the smallest size to the size of teenagers.

And this, not just one or two pieces, but up to dozens in number.

For whom were all those things?, only those closest to him understood, and were able to guess.

That all these items, were for the sons, and foster daughter belonged to Ziaruo.

Wuhan and the shadow guards, were increasingly relieved and preferred the emperor.

Why is it that if he is cruel?, isn't that cruelty where it should be?.

Jing was only cruel to those who sinned (committed a crime).

With his position above the hierarchy of power, wouldn't it be natural that he was different?.

The hearts of Wuhan have always felt confident, that their Emperor was not a cold-hearted and heartless person.

Maybe the face is indeed difficult to smile and memorable cold now.

However, he believed things would improve in the future, when the Empress returned.

And regarding the whereabouts of the Emperor's woman, Wuhan also had time to ask several times, where is his whereabouts.

In fact, he was also a little dissatisfied about Jing's ways, responding to the empress' departure, which seemed not important to the emperor.

However, of course Jing never got dizzy.

Wuhan just heard, that Ziaruo is fine.

And jing said that, with sincere eyes.

Once the master gave an answer, it was still a floating answer.

Although he was not satisfied with the answer, as a servant what right he had to detail.

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

''Send this to them to pavilliun zhi jia.'' Jing's orders, while pointing at a collection of toys, as well as children's clothing.

A house of memories, or better known as a hope cottage by the surrounding community.

A residence, where Ziaruo used to spend a lot of time there, with little orphaned children, or who were not wanted by their families.

Yes, the emperor was increasingly concerned about the existence of the foster sons of Ziaruo.

In this one month alone, he has twice sent toys, clothes, and food to them.

Though with wealth, as well as income from Ziaruo-owned shops, they have been able to live well.

However, was there anything that could be done, if the emperor had willed.

Thanking will be the only thing you can do.

Hearing the order, the two shadow guards immediately darted away, carrying Jing's groceries, and delivering her safely to the destination.

Jiang jing wei continued walking, along the hustle of the city.

His face still flashed a smile, even with the various sights he saw.

However, when the look in his eyes saw a little boy with sweets in hand, Jing's countenance turned soft and warm.

His sturdy hands, moving touching the top of the boy's head.

''Is it delicious?.'' Jing asked the little boy, lowering his posture and crouching a little.

The sight, made almost all the shadow guards and Wuhan, drop its jaws to the ground.

''Is that really their emperor?.''

More or less, that's what everyone thinks.

''This is so delicious uncle, do you want to try it?.'' Ask the little boy back there.

The little puffed-up face, seemed a little hesitant to offer sweets.

However, given the manners his two masters taught him, he had to keep offering, and sharing food with others, the boy advanced the sweets closer towards Jing.

Even in the boy's heart, he hoped that the big man he called uncle would refuse.

However, the cute little hand was slanting forward, and her adorable face was still trying to be friendly.

''May uncle dislike sweets.'' Thought expectantly.

However, Jing did not think twice, to advance his face, and bite off one of the rows of neatly skewered fruit sweets.

''It was then, also like this it was sweet and pleasant.'' Jing murmured inwardly.

Jing recalled the memories, as she bit a fruit candy, from Ziaruo's hand.

'' Yes.it's delicious.'' Jing replied, with a smile on her lips that was chewing on fruit sweets.

And again, the picture almost makes, Wuhan as well as the five shadow guards, vomit blood on the spot.

Reflexively, Wuhan wanted to ascertain the condition of its master Jing emperor.

However, seeing the man raise his hand, he understood and retreated back.

''If you like it, how about I give you a few more?.'' Jing asked, standing up and chopping down her clothes a few times.

He knew that the boy was just talking to him.

However, he still took the sweets from the little boy's hand.

If he is still his old figure, which may be a man with high intelligence and arrogance, able to open his mouth to mingle with a boy.

Moreover, to take food and variety with others.

In addition, if Wuhan can understand Jing's thoughts now, who wants to teach a wise concept to the boy, that with a small kindness willingly share the food he likes, he would receive a far greater favor than he imagined, the man would definitely vomit blood.

And it was for this reason that Jing accepted the offer that the little boy had given.

He intends, to replace a fruit candy, with several punctures of the same sweets.

Indeed, Jiang jing wei was remembering the distant son, in the Yincang dimension.

''Really uncle?.'' Asked the boy, with sparkling eyes.

Seeing the smile and enthusiastic look of the little boy before him, he gently rubbed his head again.

''Of course.'' Jing replied, with a surge in a rumbling heart.

''Yun, is he troublesome?.'' Ask Jing inwardly.