The snow finally stopped.

The snow has been falling for two days in a row for seven years of Dahan, and the snow that fell a while ago is still there, and the new snow has added another layer to the white blanket on the ground.

Under the cover of the thick white blanket, the originally well-fortified camp has become a little more soft. However, the cold-faced soldiers who were constantly patrolling the camp let these soft qi be cleansed.

This camp on the outskirts of Beijing was a vast camp with a large number of soldiers who trained, rested, and were ready to fight for their emperor, and without complaint, to go to any place he designated.

And this emperor, also relying on them, laid a huge territory, and covered his prestige to the entire land of China.

Even in the camp, the formation of these non-stop patrolling soldiers was neatly and symmetrically arranged according to the previous training, the black armor was polished and shiny, and the sharp edges of the spears glittered against the white snow. The cold wind swept everywhere, but it left no trace on these rocky faces, and they roamed the wind and snow proudly, as if nothing could stop them.

They were the Emperor's Praetorian Guard, the elite who had been carefully selected, and the strongest army that was invincible in the world -- this idea had long been deeply rooted in their hearts and had become their proudest glory.

Led by the guards, Zhao Song slowly walked through the snow in the corridor left between the fence and parapet wall of the camp, and the snow rustled by him, blending into a rhythmic chorus in the uniform sound of the other guards stepping on the snow.

The guards along the way also saluted him, and although they knew that he would not be any threat, most of the soldiers looked at him with the eyes of a great enemy, as if to warn anyone who went to see His Majesty not to raise any disrespectful thoughts towards His Majesty.

The officers who led the team were slightly different, Zhao Song was famous in the army, and he had been by the emperor's side before, so the officers who had been in the Praetorian Guard for a long time knew him, but because they were now leading the team to patrol, they didn't greet Zhao Song, most of them just looked at him and smiled slightly, and then led the team to walk past him like the wind.

Although he had important matters on his body now, many years of experience in leading troops to fight made Zhao Song still stop and carefully look at these Praetorian Guards in the past.

These people are strong and high-spirited, and the queue is also very neat, it can be seen that they have usually undergone strict training and have become good materials for being soldiers, but after all, they have been by the emperor's side for a long time, and there are not many opportunities to see blood, so that kind of pride is only superficial, and they still need to be trained and experienced.

He suddenly remembered the unit he had brought with him for many years. It was a silent, battle-hardened army, because it often had to crawl between the white mountains and black waters, so the clothes were often dirty, and the beard on the face was very scattered, but that army was his pride, he knew almost every one of them, he led them to bloody battles again and again on Phi Island, in Liaodong, and in Shenyang, and won victory again and again. These victories made him famous, and planted true pride in the hearts of these soldiers.

I wonder where I'm going to find a new victory this time?

"Zhao Luzheng, Your Majesty is still waiting!" Just as he stopped to think, a reminder from the attendant military attache who led the way suddenly came from the side.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Zhao Song immediately came back to his senses, then smiled at him and continued to follow him.

They are the emperor's attendants and military attachés, their backgrounds are not low, and their future is very secure, and they are naturally accustomed to seeing the world when they stay by the emperor's side.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the emperor's distant cousin, I am afraid that the tone of the attendant military attache who led the way would not be so soft.

The deeper you go into the camp, the fewer buildings and fences there are, and finally it slowly turns into a white clearing. In the distance of the clearing, there was a large building, and that was the destination of his trip.

This open space was set up to warn visitors, so there were very few people passing by, and the snow became thicker, and when the boots stepped over the snow, they almost submerged the instep.

This year's winter seems to be a little colder than in previous years.

If it was in the previous dynasty, I am afraid that if this snow goes down, there will be many more souls who have died of cold and starvation in various places......

Zhao Song looked at the thick snow on the ground, and a strange thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Since he was a child, he has seen a lot of all kinds of wars and chaos, and he has also seen a lot of miserable scenes every winter, from the beginning of the worry and fear, to the later insensitivity, and even finally to the secret happiness, glad that he did not become one of those who died of hunger and cold.

However, he can be sure that this winter will be much better than the terrible days he remembers, and that there will not be so many people dying of cold and starvation.

Because since the new dynasty set the world, every year in the winter and famine period, a large amount of grain will be transported by the imperial court from the south to various ports in the north by sea, and then distributed by the garrisons in various places to the hands of the hungry people in various places, at the same time, because many of the industries of the former court criminals have been seized, so there are many more places in various places that can take care of the displaced people and keep them from hunger and cold.

After all, the food transported and the houses seized are limited, and they can't save everyone, but just by doing this, the emperor has already won the hearts of the people, and I don't know how many displaced people have saved their lives because of the emperor and kept the hope of starting their lives again.

If they are rough and settled today, their hopes will soon become reality.

"Zhao Luzheng, it's here." When leading him to the door of this big house, the attendant military attache stopped, and Zhao Song also stopped.

Two attendant military attachés walked up to him, their expressions were very serious, and they couldn't see any expressions.

"Zhao Luzheng, offended." When they said this, Zhao Song also raised his hand obediently.

Now the world is only rough and calm, and the ill-intentioned people have not been purged, and there have even been several attempts to assassinate the emperor. In such a situation, the emperor's security work is naturally very lax, everyone who comes to visit the emperor, unless it is the most favored and trusted ministers, everyone else will be searched equally, and there is no intention to target him, so Zhao Song is also very cooperative with their duties.

The body search was soon over.

"Zhao Luzheng, please." The attendant military attache who led the way pointed to the way in, "The emperor has every opportunity, so don't delay his time." ”

Zhao Song looked up and looked behind the door. The back of the door is very deep, so it is dark that I can't see how many lines come in, but I feel mysterious. Although he has seen the emperor many times, his fear of the emperor has never subsided, and even in recent years, with the establishment of this dynasty, this fear has become more and more deepened.

The power of heaven is unpredictable, and the ancients said it too reasonably. An ordinary emperor is already unpredictable, let alone this kind of groundbreaking hero? No one is afraid.

Although he is the emperor's cousin, Zhao Song no longer regards himself as a relative on an equal footing with the royal family, he knows what his position is, he is just the emperor's courtier, not a relative. He also knew that only by knowing how to do things could he gain the emperor's trust and reuse.

"Thank you." Zhao Song nodded slightly, and then walked in with the guards.

Although the room is large, the furnishings inside are very simple, so it looks a little empty, and the cold wind echoes in it, and it does not bring much warmth.

In any respect, this house, which was located in the midst of a heavy barracks, was completely incompatible with the status of the emperor, an emperor who had established a new dynasty and ruled over all the kingdoms, and was supposed to sit in the Gaohua Ming Hall and enjoy the worship of the civil and military courtiers - however, even though almost all the hostile forces had been defeated and the whole world had basically been pacified, the emperor was still the same as before, often living in the barracks, did not move to the palace in the capital that is beyond the imagination of most people, and even his wives and concubines did not live in the palace in the capital or in the mansions and huge rooms scattered everywhere, but just found some simple courtyards close to the military camp as a line to settle down. The reason why this was done was because the emperor said that the monarch should focus on making progress and not be too comfortable and wealthy, so he deliberately wanted to maintain the calm and simple atmosphere when he started.

This alone can show how much the emperor's bearing is higher than that of mortals, at least Zhao Song knows that he can't do it.

It didn't take much of a detour before Zhao Song was taken to a gate, and every few steps he took, there would be one on both sides.

"The emperor is inside." The waiter reminded in a whisper.

Zhao Song's heart suddenly rose an extremely nervous feeling, his feet were weak, and he was almost unstable. It was only with great difficulty that he regained his senses, and then lowered his head and looked at himself. Dressed in a black cotton uniform, he was very decently cut and cleaned up spotlessly, setting off him vigorously.

Even if it's to see the emperor, it's not rude, right...... With a hint of apprehension, he stood in the doorway with his head held high.

The two attendants standing guard at the door also put their hands on the doorknob at the same time, and then pulled the door open at the same time.

The hot air in his face hit Zhao Song at the door, making him feel as if he had come to another world.

Selected charcoal burns in the braziers on the stands on both sides, and the flames shake but do not emit green smoke, dissipating the heat in the air without reservation, isolating the cold outside and making the inside warm like spring.

And in the depths of the lobby, there is a small platform above the level, on which a person stands. The air was a little blurry because it was filled with hot air, and he couldn't see the exact situation on the stage, except that he could see him with his back to him, facing the map on the wall of the stage.