The snow finally stopped.

The snow in the seventh year of the Han Dynasty has been falling for two consecutive days. The snow was still there a while ago, and the new snow thickened the white blanket on the ground.

Covered by the thick white blanket, the camp, which was originally tightly barriered, became a little softer. However, the soldiers who were constantly patrolling the camp, who were cold-faced, cleaned up all the softer spirits.

This camp, located outside the outskirts of Beijing, covers a vast area and is stationed in a large number of soldiers. They train, rest, and are ready to fight for their emperors at any time, and set out to fight any place he designated without complaint.

And this emperor also relied on them to build a huge territory and cover his reputation throughout China.

Even in the camp, the formations of these soldiers who were constantly patrolling were arranged neatly and symmetrically according to the past training. The black armor was polished and the blades of the spears were shining against the snow. The cold wind swept around, but there was no trace on these rock-like faces. They patrolled high in the wind and snow, as if nothing could stop their pace.

They are the emperor's imperial guards, the elites carefully selected, and the most powerful army in the world. This concept has long been deeply rooted in their hearts and has become their most proud glory.

Under the leadership of the guards, Zhao Song slowly walked on the snow in the corridor left between the fences and guardrails of the camp. The snow was rustling by him, and mixed with the uniform sound of other guards stepping on the snow, which turned into a rhythmic chorus.

The guards along the way also saluted him. Although they knew that he would not have any threat, most soldiers still looked at him with a look of a great enemy, as if they wanted to warn anyone who went to see His Majesty in this way not to have any disrespect to His Majesty.

The officers leading the team were slightly different. Zhao Song was famous in the army and had been by the emperor before, so the officers who had been in the Imperial Guard knew him. However, because they were leading the team to patrol, they did not say hello to 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 has important things now, his years of experience in leading troops to fight wars still made Zhao Song stop and carefully look at the past imperial guards.

These people are strong, energetic, and the queue is very neat. It can be seen that after rigorous training, they have become good materials for joining the army. However, after all, they have been by the emperor for a long time and have not had many opportunities to see blood. Therefore, that kind of pride is just on the surface and needs to be trained and trained carefully.

He suddenly remembered the unit he had led for many years. It was a silent and long-standing army. Because he often had to struggle between the white mountains and black waters, his clothes were often dirty and his beard was very scattered. However, the unit was his pride. He knew almost everyone in it. He led them to fight bloody battles again and again in Liaodong, and Shenyang, and won victory again and again. These victories made his reputation and rooted his true pride in the hearts of these soldiers.

I wonder where I will go to find new victories this time?

"Zhao Luzheng, Your Majesty is still waiting!" Just as he stopped to think, a reminder from the military officer who was leading the way suddenly came from beside him.

"Sorry, sorry..." Zhao Song immediately came to his senses, then smiled at him, and continued to follow him.

They are the emperor's attendants and military officers, with both backgrounds and a very secure future. Moreover, they are naturally used to seeing the world when they stay by the emperor. What kind of dignity has never seen?

If it weren't for the sake of being the emperor's distant cousin, I'm afraid the tone of this military officer who led the way would not have been so soft.

The deeper I walked into the camp, the fewer and fewer buildings and fences were, and finally it slowly turned into a vast white open space. In the distance of the open space, there was a large building, which was the destination of his trip.

This open space was specially set up to alert people, so few people passed by, and the snow became thicker and thicker. When the boots stepped through the snow, they were almost flooded.

Compared with previous years, this winter seems to be a little colder.

If it was in the previous dynasty, I am afraid that if this snow falls, there will be many more unjust souls in various places that will die of cold...

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

Since he was a child, he has seen many wars and chaos, and has also seen many tragic phenomena in every winter. From the initial worry and fear, he has become numbness behind him, and even finally becomes a secret gratitude, glad that he has not become one of those who died of hunger and cold.

However, he could be sure that this year's winter is much better than the terrible days in his memory, and that so many people will no longer die of cold and starvation.

Because since the New Dynasty established the world, every winter and famine periods, a large amount of food would be transported by the court from the south to various ports in the north by sea, and then distributed to hungry people from all over the country. At the same time, because many of the previous dynasty's offenders were seized, there were also many places where refugees could be taken care of and avoid hunger and cold.

After all, the food and houses that were seized were limited and could not save everyone. However, just doing this has already allowed the emperor to do the best of the people. I don’t know how many refugees saved their lives because of the emperor and saved their hope of starting a new life.

If the situation is already stable today, their hope will soon become a reality.

"Zhao Luzheng, we are here." When he led him to the door of this big house, the attendant and the military officer stopped, and Zhao Song also stopped.

The two attendants walked towards him, their expressions were very serious and they could not see any expression.

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

Now the world is just a rough and pacified, and the ill-hearted people have not been eliminated. There have even been several attempts to assassinate the emperor. Under such circumstances, the emperor's defense work is naturally extremely relaxed. Everyone who comes to visit the emperor will be searched unless they are the most favored and important officials, the others will be treated equally and have no intention of targeting him. Therefore, Zhao Song also cooperates with their responsibilities very well.

The body search work was over soon.

"Zhao Luzheng, please." The attendant and military officer who led the way pointed in. "The emperor is busy with all kinds of things, so don't waste his time."

Zhao Song looked up and looked behind the door. The door was very deep, so he couldn't see how many things were going on in the dark, and he felt mysterious. Although he had seen the emperor many times, his fear of the emperor had never faded. In recent years, with the new establishment of this dynasty, this fear has become deeper and deeper.

The power of heaven is unpredictable, and the ancients said it too reasonably. The ordinary emperor is already unpredictable, let alone such a hero who created the world? People cannot be afraid of it.

Although he was the emperor's cousin, Zhao Song no longer regarded himself as a relative on par with the royal family. He knew where he was. He was just the emperor's subject, not a relative. He also knew that only by understanding the truth could he gain the trust and reuse of the emperor.

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

Although the house is very large, the furnishings inside are very simple, so they appear a little empty. The cold wind echoes around it and does not bring much warmth to people.

In any case, this house located in the numerous military camps is completely incompatible with the emperor's identity. An emperor who has established a new dynasty and ruled all nations should have sat upright in the Gaohuaming Hall and enjoyed the worship of civil and military officials. However, even though it had defeated almost all hostile forces and basically pacified the whole world, the emperor still lived in the military camps as before, and did not move into the palace in the capital that was beyond the imagination of most people. Even his wives, concubines and children did not live in the palace in the capital or the huge houses densely populated everywhere. He just found some simple courtyards close to the military camps to settle down. The reason for this was because the emperor said that the emperor was to be enterprising and should not be too comfortable and rich, so he deliberately wanted to maintain the calm and simple atmosphere when he started his family.

This alone shows how superior the emperor's demeanor is than that of ordinary people. At least Zhao Song knows that he cannot do it.

Without taking many paths, Zhao Song was taken to a gate. Every time he took a few steps, there would be one on both sides.

"The Emperor is inside." The attendant whispered.

Zhao Song suddenly felt extremely nervous, and his feet were soft and he almost couldn't stand steadily. He finally regained his consciousness, then lowered his head and looked at himself. His military uniform, which was cut very well and was spotlessly clean, highlighting him with great power.

Even if he saw the emperor, it wouldn't be rude... With a hint of uneasiness, he stood at the door with his head held high and his chest raised.

The two attendants who were standing guard at the door also placed their hands on the door handle and then opened the door hard at the same time.

The heat coming from his face hit Zhao Song directly at the door, making him feel as if he had come to another world.

The selected charcoal burned in the brazier on the brackets on both sides. The flames shaking but did not emit blue smoke, which dispersed the heat in the air without reservation, isolating the cold outside and making the inside warm as spring.

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