Chapter 2982： My king is leaving

Yun Dai saw the light in his eyes and felt a little guilty: "The court has been relying on you for these years, but it has also imprisoned you. I'm sorry."

He is the **** of war, an eagle that needs to gallop in a wider world.

He shouldn't be imprisoned in a little Kyoto.

But in order to keep his promise to Zhao Yuanjing, he abruptly stayed in Kyoto for three years.

Yun Dai has always been grateful to him in her heart, but she has never said thank you.

Zhao Shu handed her the umbrella: "My surname is Zhao, too. This is my part. I'm sorry. After the Chinese New Year, I am leaving."

Yun Dai looked up: "So fast?"

"Yan'er is already pro-government, and there are many useful people around him. I can only play a bigger role in Beiqi." Zhao Shu smiled.

"Then when will you be back?"

"Not good."

"How old are you, do you think you are a young man in your teens and 20s, who can survive in that kind of bitter cold place?" Yun Dai disapproved.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Why am I listening, do you think I'm sixty or seventy? This king is only over forty, so I won't be so weak as you said."

Although he was in his forties, he looked like he was in his thirties, with a slender figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist. His face is indifferent all year round, but he is still handsome, and he can't feel any major changes.

Yun Dai said, "Then you can't compare with young people. Don't go, I will find a way for the second child."

"No matter how much you can do here, you won't be able to reach Beiqi. I will solve it, or I will stay there. With me, you will never worry about Xiaoer and Yan'er fighting again."

Yun Dai frowned: "Tie you to the border of the Northern Qi Dynasty just to prevent them from fighting? Don't say that your method is not feasible, it's OK, why don't you count, how old are you, how old are the two of them? You can survive them ?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "What you are talking about is also reasonable. However, if the king is one day, he will keep Aning for the day of the big week. When the king dies, he won't be able to control so much.

"No!" Yun Dai categorically objected, "You let me think about it again."

"Okay, just think about it. But you have to think in the house." Zhao Shu put the umbrella in her hand, "It's cold outside, go back soon."

Yun Dai said, "I'm at the door, return my umbrella."

"Who calls you squeamish."

"...This year's New Year's Eve, tomorrow morning I will send someone to give you dumplings."

"Great."

Zhao Shu nodded, turned and left.

Yun Dai watched his figure turn around the corner and disappeared before returning to the palace.

Although the clothes are thick, their legs and feet are still cold.

Tsing Yi hurriedly made a big pot of hot water, let her soak and warm her body.

Otherwise, the leg hurts to sleep at night.

As usual, there is a vigil on New Year's Eve.

Qian'er and the infant came to accompany her, Cai Cai and Zhu Xiurong both had to look after the child and couldn't come.

The mother and daughter ate dried fruit snacks, chatted, played chess, and time passed quickly.

When it was time to watch, firecrackers sounded outside.

Far and near, one after another.

The new year is here.

Yun Dai stood up and walked to the door, watching the heavy snow in the sky, with a faint smell of sulfur on the tip of her nose.

This is the taste of the New Year in memory.

It's just that the man who set off fireworks for her was gone.

Every day when he was away, her heart was empty, as if she lost half of her three souls and seven souls.

When Tsing Yi came in, she saw that the two eldest princesses were asleep on the soft couch. She was standing alone on the porch, wearing only a thin jacket. She was taken aback and hurriedly took the cloak and put it on her.