Yun Dai felt a little confused and said, "Brother, do you blame me for not helping you?"

"Sister, don't say that, I know your difficulties." Xiao Ziye touched her head, "To be honest, you can come back all the way back this time. Seeing the last side of the father, I am really very happy and very pleased. . Stay in the palace, waiting for good news from brother."

He left with a few of his men.

Where can Yundai really sit still.

On one side is the elder brother she has admitted, and on the other side is Da Zhou's hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

There is also Zhou Yizhi who she cares about.

Both sides fought, no matter who was injured, she was sad.

But no one can stop her.

Looking at Xiao Ziye's tragic and decisive figure, she realized that the knowledge she had brought from another world was useless in this case.

Bao Xing walked behind her and said softly: "Master, your identity is here. You can neither help here nor there. I have suffered you."

"What's wrong with me." Yun Dai shook her head, "The suffering is the people who endure bitterness and starvation, those soldiers who fight in blood. The most terrifying thing in this world is ambition and desire. No matter how many they are, they are not satisfied."

Bao Xing sighed slightly: "In fact, our Majesty wants to reunify the two countries, and the slave thinks it is right. Probably, this is the long-term pain rather than the short-term pain."

"Different positions, different opinions."

Yun Dai stood at the gate of the palace halfway up the mountain, and could overlook the entire Liangcheng.

Compared with the exquisite elegance of Kyoto, Liangcheng is majestic and majestic.

Looking at such a scene, it should have made people happy and peaceful.

She couldn't calm down.

Yao Yue'er was even more restless, looking anxious, and couldn't even eat dinner.

After finally getting through to the night, she kept standing at the gate of the palace, fixedly looking at the direction of the gate.

There was a faint sound of killing.

I don't know whether it is the sound of wind or the sound of fighting.

Yao Yue gripped the veil tightly, her face pale.

Yundai poured her a cup of tea, and said softly, "Sister-in-law, sit and rest and drink tea."

"Sister, go and rest."

Yao Yueer saw her and smiled hurriedly, "I'm fine. But you, are your legs better?"

"All right."

Yun Dai kicked her legs.

"Hey, don't move around, hold on to the wound." Yao Yueer hurriedly helped her, "Sit down quickly and show me a look. Before your Highness leaves, ask me to take care of you. I can't let him down."

Yun Dai also sat down next to her.

Yao Yueer knelt down, rolled up her skirt and pants, revealing the injury on her knee.

It's crusted.

But the mottled wound was still shocking.

"Good leg, it hurts like this..." Yao Yue'er hung her head and didn't move for a long time.

Yundai felt that her voice was wrong, and hurriedly helped her: "Sister-in-law, you..."

Yao Yue'er raised her head, her face was full of tears.

Yun Dai was startled.

"I'm sorry, sister, I... can't help it." Yao Yue'er turned around to wipe her tears, her voice choked, "His Royal Highness is hurt, and he has to take someone to deal with hundreds of thousands of enemy troops outside the city. ..."

This is simply suicide.

Yun Dai said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, brother Ji Ren Tianxiang, he must be fine."

She persuaded her for a long time, but at any rate she persuaded her to go back to the house to rest, and then told Ah Wei to take care of her.

She herself went back to the house and changed into neat pants.

Bao Xing followed her: "Master, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to see."

"Master." Bao Xing stopped her, not letting her go. "It's really too dangerous outside."