After several prime ministers encountered a soft nail in Kunde Palace, they were not discouraged. They also knew very well that such things could not be accomplished overnight, so after these people left the palace, they began to lobby everywhere.

The two prime ministers of Shangshutai walked towards the mansion of the nine ministers of the court and the Jingzhao Yin, while Yan Shouzhuo went to the mansion of Zhongyong Hou, which is Hou Jingde's home.

Chen Kuan went to Zhong’s house to meet Zhongwu who had just returned to Beijing.

These people are all people with great face. They usually don’t see anyone they come to meet in person. As long as they meet people, no matter whether the negotiation is completed or not, the government and the people will think that they have completed the negotiation. By then, the general trend will gradually come true and no one can stop it.

The emperor could not stop him, the empress dowager could not stop him, and the weak Shanyin Xie family was even less qualified to speak.

Faced with the rush of these prime ministers, Emperor Yuan Zhao seemed to have given up his resistance, so he stayed quietly in the Weiyang Palace and still summoned Hanlin to the palace to give lectures every day. In addition, he should eat and drink every day. In the eighth prison of the inner court, except for the people from Tianmu prisons who were still running, the eunuch seemed to have no action.

More importantly, the three imperial guards in the capital also returned to their respective positions. The Yulin Guard returned to the Yulin Guard camp in the south of the city, and the Qianniu Guard returned to the Qianniu Guard camp in the west of the city. The inner guards still rotated in the forbidden palace every day, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

Two days later, the sky was covered with clouds, and the first snow in the first year of Yuanzhao slowly fell from the dark clouds.

The snow fell heavily. After three days, the old people in the capital sighed repeatedly, saying that the last time they saw such heavy snow was in the 17th year of Chengde, and it had not seen such 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. The staff of Jingzhao Prefecture began to organize the archers from each yard to come out to clean the snow. After sweeping all day, most of the roads were only cleared out a path that was not very spacious and could only allow people to walk.

However, the main road of the capital, Desheng Street, was swept out a road by Jingzhao Mansion. In the afternoon, a black carriage set off from Yonglefang and walked to the south city gate. Then the carriage stopped at the gate of the south city gate, waiting quietly, as if waiting for someone.

The soldiers on duty at the South City Gate didn't understand it very much.

The roads in the capital have only been cleared out. The official road outside the city is covered with snow, and there is no carriage or horse. There are no people outside the city for several consecutive days. Where can I wait for people to enter the city?

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

The winter is short and the night is long, and the sky soon becomes dark. The black carriage still refuses to leave and is waiting quietly in the south of the city.

In the carriage, a middle-aged man sighed and said softly: "Your Majesty, the road is covered with heavy snow, I guess I can't walk. And as usual, even if Mr. Li arrived at the city gate at this time and the city gate was closed, they probably wouldn't come today."

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

The young man in black shook his head slowly: "Master Li said in the letter that he would come today, and he would definitely come today. He did not deceive me."

Xiao Zheng was helplessly beside the young emperor, and added a few pieces of silver carbide to the copper stove in the carriage.

Soon, it became completely dark.

Outside the carriage, light snow began to float again, and the wind was cold.

Emperor Yuan Zhao was still guarding the city gate and waiting quietly.

More than a hundred red-robed inner guards have taken over the South City Gate, which is still open, instead of closing the door to the sunset like usual.

At the beginning of the Xu hour, it was getting colder outside, and the fire in the carriage could not stop the chill. Xiao Zheng added a few more pieces of carbon. Looking at the stubborn emperor, he sighed secretly in his heart.

He knew in his heart that the reason why the emperor waited for Li Xin to return to Beijing was because he had been waiting for it for too long. These days, he was alone in the capital, facing the old foxes alone, and could be said to be isolated and helpless. After all, he was a young man and could not hold on any longer.

He urgently needed Li Xin to return to Beijing to help him "support the situation".

The third hour of Xu.

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

The fire became closer and closer, and gradually it was clear that there were seven or eight torches. There were about ten people under the torches. These ten people were walking, but the man in the middle was leading a tall dark horse and walking hard in the snow.

The little emperor immediately lifted the curtain and jumped down.

The moment he jumped down, the cold wind and snow came to his face, but the emperor didn't care at all. He stepped on the snow that was almost knee-less and ran towards the few people.

Xiao Zheng had no choice but to run over. He was wearing a big red dress and was quite eye-catching in the pure white snow.

The emperor was still a young man, and he was already flexible, but now he was energetic again. He ran very fast in the snow, and soon he was only five or six meters away from the group of people.

He finally saw the person coming clearly.

Among the dozen people, Li Xin was surrounded by clusters in the middle. He led a big dark horse and was wearing a thick fur. Because he was rushing to the road, his hair and eyebrows were already stained with ice crystals, and his face and nose were already a little blue.

The emperor's eyes were a little red. He grew up in the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion since he was a child. Naturally, he knew that his uncle was not afraid of the sky or the earth, but he was particularly afraid of the cold. When winter came, the house had to be lit, and he had to wrap it on the left and right.

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

The emperor walked up, stood in front of the group, and bowed to the ground in a regular manner.

"Student, I've met the teacher."

Originally, Li Xin could have arrived in the capital two days ago, but the road was blocked with heavy snow, so he had to delay the road for two days. Because the situation in the capital was urgent, the snow stopped a little today, so he immediately took his subordinates to the road. The snow was too thick to ride, so he could only hold it in his hand.

It was still snowing now, and the young man who bowed deeply in front of him had a thin layer of snowflakes on his body and hair.

Marquis Jing'an was silent for a while, then walked over to everyone and helped the young man up. His face was so cold that he could barely squeeze out a smile.

"As the Emperor of Jin, how could he lose his composure so much?"

No matter how much suspicion and scruples they have had because of their identities, the relationship they have developed over ten years is always true. The young man has been bullied by those old foxes for more than half a year. At this time, when he heard Li Xin's mellow voice, his eyes immediately turned red.

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

"Uncle, they bullied me."

Marquis Jing'an was stunned at first, then took a wine bag from his waist, took a sip, and handed it to the little emperor.

"This is the Zhurong wine produced in Taikang's second year. The most intense type. Drink two sips to drive away the cold."

Emperor Yuan Zhao took the wine bag, raised his head and took a big sip. The strong wine was very rushing, and he coughed twice before he recovered. However, it was very useful, and the chill around him immediately dissipated a lot.

Marquis Jing'an held his hand and walked towards the south city gate ahead, speaking as he walked.

"You are the emperor, only you bully others, no one else bullies you."

The cold wind blew, making Mr. Li's voice become ethereal.

"I'll teach you how to be the emperor."
Chapter completed!