Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 236's. Heir Xia.

However, why after a while had passed, and with that longing of the eyes to see his figure return, the story above felt increasingly heavy on the responsibility.

In fact, it was as if the wine jar he was enjoying right now, had also turned slightly sour on his tongue and throat.

Is he now swallowing jealousy?. As good as he brushed off and appeared reasonable, the feeling of the heart can not be denied, he was sipping acid vinegar.

However, as a figure who understands who he is, Wuhan never displays anything in the eyes of others.

Let the taste take root and grow, let it occasionally swallow the taste of vinegar in the heart.

Doesn't it have a variety of flavors, beautiful in the story strokes?.

It's okay if you can only see it, everything is enough.

And it is not a problem if forever remain silent and keep it close, he will be ready at any time to give a helping hand, connector and unifier of his happiness.

Wuhan believes in decision and determination, in its own principles and opinions.

Because love is not a pushy affection, nor is it a sense of selfishness.

Wuhan is not a holy man who has never had desires and desires.

In a longing heart there was also a moment of selfish hope, for the woman there.

And although he has let go and wishes the best for both, jealousy sometimes still greets.

So that it occurred to many ifs, in******breath of helplessness.

Wuhan turned away from the top floor, and turned to look at the little boy in the middle of the room, who was busy stuffing snacks into his small mouth.

There was a scornful smile for himself, before he finally muttered softly. ''It was fortunate that the boy, even if only for a moment he was able to be himself beside him.''

Wuhan again gulped down the wine jar, after saying those words.

Occasionally his trained eyes glanced back upstairs, focused at a glance and back down and buried the roaring despair, in the wine jars there.

While the center of the vantage point is still tightly closed, and shows no signs to open.

''Even the falling flowers still expect love, though the dust of the land buries them indifferently.'' ******Guhan******.

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Meanwhile in a downtown residence, not far from the foothills of a small forest.

A man was enjoying the water in a large wooden bathtub, with warm water and also a luxurious fragrance.

Those eyes closed.

His gallant body leaned against the wall of the tub, as if he was sound asleep with a warm water massage that was waist-high above the body.

But that's not the real thing.

In one look, all can be understood that the man there did not really fall asleep.

The fingertips of her hand were slightly brownish in color, slowly but surely moving with a regular rhythm tapping on the lips of the bathtub.

''Thuk...uk..''

It was as if the fingertips were looking for a counterweight, and hinted at a thought that was moving unsettled, at the head with eyes closed there.

The finger kept moving, until a shadowy figure that was present behind his back, lowered his head and saluted him.

''Hail heir.'' Say a new person present.

Hearing the call, he stopped the finger tap. But the eyes were closed, the meeting was still the same.

In fact, he did not bother to answer the greeting of the figure.

''According to the investigation of this maid, the person you were referring to had reached the inn of the Flower Gate.

And as for who he was, the waiter still took a little time to find out.'' He said, with a position still crouching, and full of respect.

Hearing the report, the figure of the man in the bathtub, who was none other than the master who was in the small foothill forest, opened his eyes slowly, before finally standing up and coming out of the bathtub.

There was calmness in that face.

Even until he wore a simple dress, which was on the side of the pillar covering the bath room, his figure was still calm and did not say anything.

However, after he put on his clothes neatly, and his gallant body on a holder on a chair, he stared at the figure below.

''How long does it take to find out his identity?.'' Masters.

''Servers taste, less than seven days sir.''

''Take seven days for you, and if you still have not found a bright spot, meet Zanbao to take your punishment.'' Masters.

But a moment later he came back to his usual and said. ''The waiter understood.''

''Is there anything else?.'' Asked the Master, when he saw the figure in front of him still unmoved.

''In the investigation of the servant, by chance met the emperor Xili (Murongyu) and the emperor who had descended Murongxu in the tavern of the middle of the lord city.''

The speech of the figure paused for a moment.

As if, he was considering something for his next words.

''According to some people who were around the tavern, emperor Xili seemed to know the woman.''

The figure's words stopped again, he felt a sharp gaze from above the head, which was ready to stab and split the contents of his brain.

''Before the arrival of the emperor Murongxu, some people said that the emperor Murongyu, first met and conversed with the figure of a veiled woman for a while.''

''And from the features mentioned, as well as the presence of the little boy there, it seems like he does know the woman sir.'' Continue the figure, with cold sweat pouring out behind his back.

''Emperor Xili Murongyu?.'' Masters.

''True sir.''

''However, it cannot be ascertained whether Emperor Murongxu also knew the woman. For he came after both (Ziaruo and cange) went from there.'' Further again.

''Alright, you can go.'' Masters.

''Thank you, sir, the servant resigned.'' Answer the figure, before leaving the room.

''Murongyu, Murongxu.....''. Call it slow, after the departure of the figure who emphasized himself as a servant earlier.

For a moment the man in the room frowned. There was an unspoken thought in his mind.

"Who is the person in the inn the Flower Gate, who can make it difficult for my pavilion guards to find out?."

"Who is that woman, with her looks and abilities, should she not be an ordinary figure, and does she know an important person that even this man, cannot touch?.''

The Master's mind was still wandering around with the puzzle of Ziaruo, and it still continued for a while.

''Thok..Thock...Yep...''

The sound of the door being knocked from outside.

''Mr. Tang's mission is here.'' A loud voice, yet not lessening his reverence was heard.

''I understand, lead the way to my work space.'' Masters.

''The waiter understood.'' Sound outside the room.

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

Leave the busy middle of the city, and switch back to the inn.

Inside the largest room there, a pair of bodies with innocence lay on the bed.

One of the figures there, looking closely watching the face closed in the cradle of his gallant body.

Occasionally he would give a light kiss to the female figure, who was none other than the Ziaruo.

It's...Jiang Jing wei's eyes just kept staring at the woman.

In fact, with his hands still coiled around Ziaruo's waist under the covers, he was still reluctant to take his eyes off his wife's face.

As if, the body there would disappear in one blink of an eye.

It continued, after the two combined longing with the happiness of unification.

Jing still had an unwillingness to take Ziaruo off, despite having exhausted the body and drooping in his arms.

He only took off his arms for a moment, when he received hot water in a small tub, to cleanse his wife's body.

In fact, he was also in high spirits, and full of gentleness helped the woman wipe the body sweaty, as a result of his actions just a moment ago.

Jiang Jing wei helped Ziaruo clean himself, and went back to lying down and hugging the woman inside the blanket.

He only covered the innocent body of the wife with a blanket on the bed. There was no desire to give or help her dress.

Jing only shrouded the body tightly, after he had also laid there. The man will not take a dizzy Ziaruo reaction later, when he wakes up.

The most important thing is that right now, he wants to do whatever his heart and mind want.

And when the body made a slight gesture, Jiang Jing wei again tightened her arms, whispering softly in Ziaruo's ear. ''Sleep again.day is still day, don't think about anything.''