After several Zaifu touched a soft nail in Kunde Palace, they were not discouraged, and they also knew very well in their hearts that this kind of thing could not be done overnight, so after these people left the palace, they began to lobby around.

The two Zaifu of Shangshutai walked towards the mansion of Jiuqing of the imperial court and Jing Zhaoyin, while Yan Shouzhuo went to the mansion of the Marquis of Zhongyong, that is, Hou Jingde's house.

Shen Kuan went to the seed house to meet the seed martial arts who had returned to Beijing not long ago.

These people are all people with big faces, and there is generally nothing they can't see when they come to meet anyone in person, and as long as they see people, whether they can negotiate or not, the government and the opposition will think that they have finished talking, and when the general trend gradually becomes a reality, no one can stop them.

The emperor can't stop it, the queen mother can't stop it, and the weak Shanyin Xie clan doesn't even have the qualifications to speak.

In the face of the busyness of these prime ministers, Yuan Zhao Tianzi seems to have given up resistance, he stayed quietly in the Weiyang Palace, and still summoned Hanlin into the palace every day to give lectures.

What's more, the three guards in the capital also returned to their divisions, Yulinwei returned to the Yulinwei camp in the south of the city, Qianniuwei returned to the Qianniuwei camp in the west of the city, and the internal guards still took turns in the forbidden palace every day, as if nothing had happened.

After two days, the sky was overcast, and the first snow of the first year of Yuan Zhao slowly fell from the dark clouds.

The snow fell very heavily, and it rained for three days, and the old people in the capital sighed again and again, saying that the last time they saw such a big snow, it was when they were in Chengde for 17 years, and they had not seen such a heavy snow for more than ten years.

On the third day, the heavy snow finally stopped a little, but there was still thick snow inside and outside the capital, and the servants of Jingzhao Mansion began to organize the fangs of each fang to come out to clear the snow, and swept it all day, and most of the roads were only cleared out of a small road that was not very spacious and could only accommodate people to walk.

However, the main road of the capital, that is, Desheng Street, was swept out by Jingzhao Mansion with great effort, and in the afternoon, a black carriage departed from Yongle Fang and walked to the South City Gate, and then the carriage stopped at the South City Gate, waiting quietly, as if waiting for someone.

The soldiers on duty at the south gate didn't quite understand.

At present, the roads in the capital are barely cleared, the official roads outside the city are covered with snow, and there are no cars and horses, and there are no people outside the city for several days, where can I wait for people to enter the city?

However, the people in this carriage had the token in the palace, and they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only wait here.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and soon the sky is dark, and the black carriage still refuses to go, waiting quietly in the south of the city.

In the carriage, a middle-aged man's voice sighed and said softly: "Your Majesty, the heavy snow has closed the road, and it is estimated that you will not be able to walk, and according to normal times, even if Marquis Li arrives at the city gate at this hour, the city gate is closed, and most of them will not come today." ”

"Let's go back to the palace first, and then come back tomorrow to welcome Marquis Li."

The young man dressed in black shook his head slowly: "Master Li said in the letter that he would arrive today, and he would definitely arrive today, and he didn't lie to me." ”

Xiao Zheng was a little helpless to stay by the side of this young man, and added a few pieces of silver dust and carbon to the copper furnace in the carriage.

Soon, it was completely dark.

Outside the carriage, light snow began to fall again, and the wind was bitter.

Yuan Zhao Tianzi was still guarding the city gate, waiting quietly.

More than a hundred red-clothed guards have taken over the south gate, and the south gate is still open, not closed at sunset as usual.

At the beginning of the hour, it was getting colder and colder outside, and the fire in the carriage couldn't stop the cold, Xiao Zheng added a few more pieces of carbon, looked at the somewhat stubborn Tianzi, and sighed secretly in his heart.

He knew in his heart that the reason why the Son of Heaven was so persistently waiting for Li Xin to return to Beijing was because he had been looking forward to it for too long, these days he was alone in the capital, facing those old foxes alone, it could be said that he was isolated, after all, he was a young man, and his psychology was somewhat unbearable.

He urgently needs Li Xin to return to Beijing and help him "support the field".

Three quarters of the hour.

Xiao Zheng was about to persuade the emperor to return to the palace again, when a fire suddenly appeared on the official road in the distance.

The light of the fire was getting closer and closer, and it was gradually clear that there were seven or eight torches, and under the torches were a dozen or so people, all of whom were on foot, but the one in the middle was leading a tall black horse and walking hard in the snow.

The little emperor immediately lifted the curtain and jumped down.

The moment he jumped, the cold wind and cold snow hit his face, but the Son of Heaven didn't care at all, stepped on the snow that was almost knee-long, and ran towards a few people.

Xiao Zheng had no choice but to run over, he was wearing a bright red dress, which was quite eye-catching in the pure white snow.

The Son of Heaven was still a young man, and his body was already flexible, but now he had the heart again, and he ran very fast in the snow, and soon he was only five or six meters away from that group of people.

He finally saw who was coming.

Among the dozen people, Li Xin was surrounded in the middle, he was leading a big black horse, wearing a heavy fur, because he was in a hurry, his hair and eyebrows had been stained with some ice crystals, and his face and nose were already a little blue.

Tianzi's eyes were a little red, he grew up in the Jing'an Hou Mansion since he was a child, and naturally knew that his uncle, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was particularly afraid of the cold, and in winter, he had to light a stove in the house, and he had to wrap a layer on the left and a layer on the right.

Few people can let him go out on a snowy day.

The Son of Heaven walked up, stood still in front of the group, and slammed to the ground in a proper manner.

"Student, I've seen the teacher."

Originally, Li Xin could arrive in the capital two days ago, but the heavy snow closed the road, and he had to delay on the road for two days, because the situation in the capital was urgent, and the snow stopped a little today, so he immediately took his men to hurry, and the snow was too thick for the horse to ride, so he could only hold it in his hands.

It was still snowing lightly, and a thin layer of snowflakes had fallen on the body and hair of the young man in front of him.

The Marquis of Jing'an was silent for a while, then crossed over to the crowd and stepped forward to help the young man up, his face blue from the cold, and he barely squeezed out a smile.

"As the Son of Great Jin, how can you be so out of shape?"

No matter how much suspicion and jealousy there is between the two of them because of their identities, but the love that has been cultivated in more than ten years is always true, the young man has been bullied too badly by those old foxes for more than half a year, and when he heard Li Xin's mellow voice at this time, his eyes immediately turned red.

Li Xin helped him up, and he pulled Li Xin's sleeve, his voice a little choked.

"Uncle, they bullied me."

The Marquis of Jing'an was stunned for a moment, then took a wine bag from his waist, took a sip of it himself, and then handed it to the little emperor.

"This is the Zhurong wine produced in the second year of Taikang, the strongest one, drink two sips to drive away the cold."

Yuan Zhao Tianzi took the wine bag, raised his head and took a big sip, the liquor was very rushing, he coughed twice before he eased up, but it was also very useful, and the chill around his body immediately dispersed a lot.

The Marquis of Jing'an took his hand and walked towards the south gate in front of him, speaking as he walked.

"You are the Son of Heaven, only you bully others, no one else bullies you."

The cold wind blew, making Hou Ye's voice ethereal.

"I'll teach you how to be the Son of Heaven."

Under the snowstorm, the Marquis of Jing'an led a young man who was half a head shorter than him and walked into the capital.