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On December [-]th, it snowed heavily in Beijing.

The sky changed in the afternoon, and in the evening, the wind blew first, blowing the red lanterns hanging in front of the Huaxing Hall into a whirring noise, but within half a stick of incense, the snow fell, and the sky gradually darkened, covering the On the majestic vermilion palace, there was a vast expanse of whiteness.

Also snow fell was Shen Mingan who was kneeling in front of the main hall.

He has been kneeling here since the afternoon, and now|the side of his body is covered with snow, and his eyebrows and hair are all covered, his whole body seems to be sunk in the thick snow.

The snow fell on the dark official uniform, and soon disappeared without a trace, but the official uniform was almost drenched, and the knees were piercingly cold. Shen Mingan was dizzy, shivering from the cold, and gradually couldn't kneel.

There was a bitter wind and snow outside, and the lights in Huaxing Hall were as bright as day, and there were constant songs, dances and laughter coming from inside, and Shen Mingan's vision began to become blurred with the flickering lights and shadows before his eyes.

The door of Huaxing Hall was opened from the inside, Shen Mingan straightened up on his knees suddenly, tried his best to clear his throat, bent down deeply, resting his forehead on the snow, and said in a stern voice: "My minister, Shen Mingan, begs to see the emperor."

His voice was instantly dissipated in the howling wind and snow.

Sensing someone walking to his side, Shen Mingan raised his head slightly, and only saw Zhang Ling who was beside the emperor.

The small door on one side of Huaxing Hall was opened, but it was enough to see the situation inside - a woman with a graceful figure and little clothes was dancing in the hall, a scene of confusion.

The emperor was sitting on a high place, wearing a Taoist robe loosely, with one leg slightly bent casually resting on the couch, swallowing a few grapes fed to him by the concubine, amused by it.

"Eunuch Zhang, is the emperor still unwilling to see me?" Shen Mingan's face was so cold that there was no trace of blood, he straightened up, and said softly: "Can you trouble me to pass it on for me again."

"Teacher Shen, you should go back. This old servant has passed on the message to you several times, but the emperor said he didn't see it. Even if you kneel here all night, it's useless. It's windy and snowy, why do you want to ruin your body?" Zhang Ling turned the umbrella in his hand towards Shen Mingan, barely covering half of his body, and his voice was old and helpless.

"Did Master Zhao find these people for the emperor?"

"Yes." Zhang Ling sighed and said, "The emperor believes in everything Zhao Tianshi said, let alone you, even the empress empress came to persuade him, the emperor would not listen, you might as well go back first, tomorrow Think again."

"But Yizhou may not be able to delay any longer..."

Zhang Ling had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he didn't know how to persuade Shen Mingan, so he could only hold the umbrella for him in silence for a while.

Shen Mingan knelt down for a while, then slightly raised his head to thank him: "Please trouble Eunuch Zhang."

His legs were so cold that he lost consciousness. When he was struggling to stand up, he couldn't stand still, and fell back into the snow suddenly.

"Teacher Shen!" Zhang Ling exclaimed, and hurried to help him, "Why don't I arrange a carriage for you to take you out of the palace?"

Shen Mingan barely stood up with Zhang Ling's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "No need."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the deep snow and walked out with one shallow foot.

The wind and snow intensified, and Shen Ming'an continued to push himself to the gate of the palace. The servant of the mansion parked the carriage at the foot of the palace wall, and was dozing off in a shelter from the wind.

Shen Mingan gently patted him awake, coughed twice and said, "I'm afraid I'll catch a cold if I sleep here, so don't wait for me here for so long next time."

The little servant dozed off and was woken up, with a blushed face, Shen Mingan had always been kind to his servants, but the little servant didn't dare to really go back by himself as he said.

He put the cloak in his hand on Shen Mingan's body, carefully helped him into the carriage, and asked, "Why did your lord leave the palace so late today?"

It was much warmer in the carriage than outside. The moment Shen Mingan picked up the hand stove, his hands felt numb, and he didn't feel the slightest bit. After a while, his hand was burned red and a small blister formed. Only then did he feel the temperature of the hand stove belatedly. It was too high, so he put the hand stove in the velvet cover, caressed the stove with downcast eyes and said: "The emperor doesn't want to see me."

The boy wanted to ask him why, but then he thought about it, even if Shen Mingan told him that he might not understand it, it was just a matter of embarrassing the lord, it was just the emperor asking the Buddha these few years, he became more and more stupid.

Just as he was thinking like this, he heard Shen Mingan seem to lose his strength, and a dull voice came from the carriage: "Let's go home first."