It's cold!

Zhao Xiyan walked out of the room and stood under the eaves of the porch for a moment.

In the distance, the snow is stunning. But it was also terriblely cold. The cold air is everywhere, through the thick clothes, quietly burrowing into the body.

"It's too cold outside." The hosta couldn't help but shudder: "The princess is pregnant, so it is not suitable for the cold, so let's go into the house!"

Zhao Xiyan didn't move, still stood in place, looked at it for a moment, and then sighed in a low voice: "This God, I don't give the people a way to live."

Droughts, locust plagues, banditry, wave after wave. Now there is another snow disaster.

"Disaster relief is the business of the emperor and the hundred officials of the court, and the prince and our son are worried. The princess is pregnant, so she has a good baby."

The hosta didn't care about the difference between master and servant, reached out to hold Zhao Xiyan's arm, and dragged the master into the house with half coaxing and half persuasion.

Zhao Xiyan was in a bad mood, so she picked up a book casually, read a few pages, and was in a daze.

There was also such a snow disaster in a previous life. There was no snow in the Qingzhou area, and most of the thirteen states in the Great Jin Dynasty suffered from the snow disaster. At that time, the crown prince had died of illness, Queen Su was seriously ill, and Emperor Yongming also suffered a heavy setback due to the death of the prince, and he had no intention of interfering with the government. As a result, after the snow disaster, it was an avalanche of people and bandits, and the Great Jin Dynasty was completely chaotic.

In this life, Xu Jing is alive and well, and the prince has also snatched back his life. Everything will be different!

Familiar footsteps sounded in the doorway.

Zhao Xiyan came back to his senses, and before he could get up, the figure at the door came in like a whirlwind: "You sit well, don't move."

"Brother Chunsheng, did you enter the palace today and see the crown prince and the emperor?" Zhao Xiyan couldn't wait to ask.

Xu Jing looked gloomy: "Don't mention it. I went to the Blessing Hall with my cousin, and the emperor was summoning the dancing girl for fun, and he refused to see us at all. My cousin was weak and couldn't resist the cold wind, and he fell unconscious after standing for a while. Your Majesty let us enter the Hall of Blessings."

Coincidentally, after entering the Fuyou Palace, the prince woke up leisurely.

This awakening, the subtlety of proportion, is breathtaking.

After the crown prince woke up, he made a proposal to the emperor and begged for disaster relief.

Emperor Yongming finally had some patience with his son, and opened his mouth and said, "It's not that I don't want to provide disaster relief, the Marquis of Zhongyong led his troops to Qingzhou to suppress bandits, and the household department can't even get the military salary. Where is there money and food?"

There is no mention of the money and food of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

「…… I don't know how my cousin was feeling that day." Xu Jing's eyebrows were full of gloom, and his voice was low: "I only know that I was extremely angry at that time."

"Sister Crescent Moon, if it continues like this, the Great Jin River will be destroyed in the hands of this faint monarch."

Zhao Xiyan said softly, "He was originally a faint monarch of the dead country."

Xu Jing: "......"

Xu Jing's face became more and more ugly, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "Cousin, there is no way. After I sent him back to the East Palace, he suddenly said to me that I can't miss the opportunity."

What is the opportunity?

Of course, it is a great opportunity to invite the hearts of hundreds of officials and ordinary people.

These words, coming out of the prince's mouth, are actually quite absurd. However, the prince didn't laugh, and Xu Jing also listened to it.

Zhao Xiyan raised his eyes and looked at Xu Jing: "Do you feel sorry for the prince in your heart?"

Xu Jing snorted sullenly.

Zhao Xiyan said softly, "Since the prince said so, it can be seen that he doesn't care in his heart. You don't have to worry, just do what you have to do."

"Whether it's gathering courtiers or inviting people to buy people's hearts, if you can save one, it's one. In short, it is a good deed."

Xu Jing cheered up and nodded vigorously.

The next day, Xu Jing took a twist and turn as the prince of Beihai. For some reason, the content of this recital was spread to everyone.

On the fold, Xu Jing was worried about the people, and wanted to take out all the grain stored in the Beihai Palace's mansion for disaster relief, and implored the Son of Heaven to agree.

In addition, Xu Jing also had to lead 10,000 soldiers of the New Army to clear the snow and ice on the official roads, and restore the six official roads leading to the capital from various states and counties as soon as possible.

The crown prince once again confronted the saint and implored the Son of Heaven to allow Xu Jing to ask. Emperor Yongming saw the sick prince kneeling on the ground, and he lost his temper, so he reluctantly responded.

The Beihai Royal Mansion quickly set up more than a dozen porridge sheds in the capital, and sent out all the personal soldiers and stewards who could be used in the palace. The poor people who ate the hot porridge naturally remembered the benefits of the prince of Beihai. For a time, the reputation of the prince of Beihai rose to the top.

Soon, the rest of the princes of the feudal kingdoms learned and set up porridge sheds one after another. Officials or wealthy businessmen who have surplus grain at home must also set up one or two porridge sheds.

In this way, at least the capital quickly settled down.

The 10,000 recruits were divided into six teams, and in two days, they cleared the official road for 20 miles. The affected states and counties also came one after another, and the imperial cases of Emperor Yongming were once again piled up.

Emperor Yongming could no longer ignore it, so he issued a holy decree to order the states and counties to raise their own food for disaster relief.

Regarding this matter, the prince and Xu Jing were out of reach, and they could only secretly hope that the county guards and magistrates of the Great Jin Dynasty were all capable ministers. It can raise food in time to help the people.

As for this year's spring endowment, it is obvious that I dare not count on it. The imperial court was still too poor to drink the northwest wind.

Only Emperor Yongming, as usual, is a beautiful woman with good food and wine. The money of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was provided for the Son of Heaven to indulge in pleasures.

The courtiers privately gritted their teeth and cursed bitterly: "This faint king! Sooner or later, the Great Jin Dynasty will be tossed away."

"The prince is benevolent and decisive, but unfortunately his body is too weak. The prince fell ill last year and has not recovered yet. This time, I went to the Blessing Hall one after another, and I had to lie down again. Huh!"

"Actually, the prince's suggestion that day was good. The prince's body may be able to survive until one day. He set up a younger brother and taught carefully for a few years. In case the crown prince has three longs and two shorts, and the Great Jin still has the prince, there will be no turmoil and chaos......

Due to the snow disaster, this year's Shangyuan Festival of Lights was canceled.

Zhao Xiyan was three months pregnant, morning sickness stopped, and her appetite was getting better day by day. On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, I ate a bowl of sweet and glutinous Lantern Festival.

Xu Ying looked at it in her eyes and couldn't help laughing: "You vomited after eating it a few days ago. Now it's finally come to an end."

Zhao Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled, reached out and touched her belly, which had not yet bulged, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

Xu Ying glanced outside the door and sighed softly, "It's dark, and Chunsheng hasn't come back yet."

Whether it is a porridge shed or cleaning up the official road, it is not an easy errand. Xu Jing was busy every day until he returned home.

The two sisters-in-law were talking, and Xu Jing suddenly came back.

Xu Ying looked happy and took the first step to greet her.

Xu Jing smiled at Xu Ying, and looked straight at Zhao Xiyan. Zhao Xiyan's heart moved, and he stood up: "You came back so early today, isn't there any good news?"

Xu Jing nodded: "Zhou Sui has been escorted to Beijing."