It was already the end of the first month, and it was no longer as cold as the cold winter of the ninth month. The last bell that came from the street was heard, and under the morning breeze, it looked more gentle and slender, like a slightly trembling silver thread.

The lights in the West Warehouse Tour in Yangzhou are dim, illuminating the glorious space of gold and jade. Under the colorful silver carved candlesticks, they are filled with mottled wax tears. The curtains are hanging low, and the bead curtains and screens have already penetrated the coolness of late winter.

On the imperial bed, Zhao Chen was having a strange and terrifying nightmare: in an empty hall, the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and the room was empty, and he was only lingering and admiring.

He stopped in front of a "Listening to the Piano Picture" painted by Emperor Taoist...

There was a strange sound behind him. When he looked back, a man had approached. He looked like a barbarian woman, tall, disheveled hair, holding a spear in his hand... He was extremely shocked, and while escaping, he shouted for someone. But no one came, his legs were soft... The wife rushed up, and he fell to the ground on his back. The woman took advantage of the opportunity to ride on him, holding the spear tip and stabbed his throat. In a panic, he held the spear tassel in both hands, pushed out hard, and shouted for help. His arms were sore and soft that they could not hold on. The spear tip was only about an inch from his throat...

Tong Mu heard the sound and came into the room. He saw the emperor's head rolling left and right on the pillow, making a terrible cry. Knowing that he was in a hurry again, he pushed and shouted to wake him up.

Zhao Chen woke up, still staring at his eyes and looking around in fear. After staying for a while, he was completely awake. Seeing that he was serving aside, Zhao Chen's nervous mood suddenly calmed down.

"What's wrong with the emperor? Are you having a nightmare again?"

"Ah, nothing, I've had a dream." Zhao Chen said lightly, but his heart was still beating rapidly.

"Ah, what time is it! Let's sleep for a while!" Zhao Chen turned toward the inside. He didn't want to tell the scene in the dream. As the emperor, he was scared by a dream like this, and he felt hurt.

Zhao Chen closed his eyes hard, but he was sleepy, and his pulse kept pounding in his ears. The dream just now made him feel very strange. Five days ago, he also dreamed of a barbarian woman chasing him. The plot was similar to this time. Why are the barbarian woman always? What does Emperor Daojun's calligraphy and painting mean? Throughout history, hundreds of painters have dreamed of Zhao Ji alone? And he became a prisoner of the Jin Dynasty.

Since the Jin soldiers besieged the city during the Jingkang period, he has been frightened and sleepless. He felt a little cold when he was with the Queen Mother and Hu Yangeng outside the suburbs. Although he recovered, his body had hidden dangers. Since taking power, he has become more and more trance and weak.

His mind was like an out-of-control tide, and it was flooding endlessly along this clue... He felt that these two nightmares were a warning and omen. Is he going to take up his grandfather's fate?

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. He believed that there was a hint in his dream. He suddenly felt a cold air penetrated his back. He opened his eyes and looked around in horror. The remaining lights shone, and it was still a yellow tone.

In front of everyone, Zhao Chen tried his best to do his best to govern the situation, but after Fu Li was surrounded and Shouzhou was defeated twice, Zhao Chen became suspicious of whether he could really recover his foundation. For this reason, although he personally decided to fight in person, Zhao Chen did not set out with the army, but stayed in Yangzhou and watched the wind.

What will be the future outcome? It is said that the enemy chiefs are now more powerful now, far exceeding Wanyan Aguda. If they were defeated in Jiangbei this time, will the enemy chiefs go straight in? Can Huang Qianshan and Wang Bing stop them?... It seems that they still need to reward them. Otherwise, if it is true, if it is true, as Zhang Quan said in the memorial: "The border is not defended, the two emperors move north, and the state taxes and taxes are accumulated to make money for the enemy, how can I regret it?!"

He Li hurriedly changed the court uniform again, took a chief squad, and rushed to the transit department where he was located.

He felt that there was a lot of things to report to the emperor. In addition to those old topics such as replenishing the staff, issuing funds, and asking the emperor to take charge of the government, he also wanted to find opportunities to alienate the emperor from King Kang.

Prime Minister Li Boji is too upright and appointed by the empress dowager, so he is not favored by the emperor. He and Sun Fu are considered as imperial party, and King Kang, as a royal family, is too close to the emperor, which endangers the interests of all civil servants... He Li thought and sorted it out, secretly writing in his heart.

But Zhao Chen did not ask him about any government affairs, but asked him to interpret his dreams.

Zhao Chen told the scene in his dream, still looking lingering in fear. He Li looked old and lowered her head and listened attentively. After the emperor finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, thinking in his heart how to turn the emperor into joy.

"I think this is a good dream and a great sign."

"Oh?! Why is it Daji? Tell me."

"Does the emperor still remember the dream that Duke Wen of Jin got during the Spring and Autumn Period and the eve of the Battle of Chengpu in Chu in Chu?!"

Zhao Chen's face showed confusion.

"Duke Wen of Jin's dream is very similar to the emperor's. He dreamed of fighting with the King of Chu, and he fell on his back. The King of Chu rode on him and smashed his head and sucked his brain. After waking up, he was very frightened and told his minister Hu Yan about the dream. After Hu Yan realized his dream, he thought it was a sign of good luck, so the emperor must be very good luck." He Li was worthy of a talented man, and only then did he think quickly that he remembered this historical allusion.

"Oh?! How did this Meng Huyan become like this?" Zhao Chen looked anxious.

"Hu Yan said that Duke Wen fell to the ground on his back because he was taken care of by heaven. The King of Chu became a cavalry and hiding meant kneeling to apologize. His brain was a soft object, and the King of Chu wanted to be soft and surrender. The next day, the decisive battle was indeed a great victory over the Chu army. The emperor's dream of the barbarian woman obviously refers to the Jurchens. She was hiding on the emperor, and she was exactly the same as the King of Chu in Duke Wen of Jin's dream, which shows that he will definitely defeat the Suolu in the future."

"So, what does it mean to stab my throat with the tip of a gun?" The emperor was already happy, but he asked with some concern.

"I think that the tip of the gun is the front end of the gun, and the stinging throat is the homonym of service. Together, it means 'being first'. It means that after the chief of the throne, the Jurchens will take the lead in expressing their surrender to me, and other Yihu tribes will follow the example. From then on, I will have a good situation of stability and peace in the four realms."

Zhao Chen was half-believing and half-doubted: "I hope everything is as good as my husband's words."

At dawn, the fast horse that was predicting victory entered the city, and the four words "Gaoyou Victory" written on the flagpole were Lubu Feijie.

He Li was summoned to the voyage again. This time, the emperor was radiant: "Everything is as the teacher said. As expected, the enemy defeated the enemy and beheaded 300 times. I decided to fight in person."

He Li bowed: "Since Wang Dianshui has won, why should the emperor go to the dangerous place in person?"

At this time, Zhao Chen's young mind had completely suppressed his suspicion and fear. He was determined to follow Duke Wen of Jin and personally win the battle of Chengpu.

"I have troubled you with the heavy responsibility of the world! Don't delay the food and grass before the army." The emperor shook his hand hard and said in sighing.

"I should devote my wholeheartedness to the fullest, and live up to your majesty's trust." He Li was a little excited. The emperor did not hand over the important task of staying behind to Prime Minister Li Gang, but gave it to his prime minister this time. He was about to make suggestions and asked the emperor to be careful of King Kang, but Zhao Chen interrupted him.

"My husband, nearly ten million refugees from all over the country, are like dry firewood everywhere. My husband must deal with it carefully and not destroy my country."

"I am guilty of death and I will never dare to plunder good people."

He Li responded voluntarily, thinking: The emperor summoned a thousand gold coins for a moment. Since the emperor cared about military pay, the situation of military pay was really the case, and the emperor should also know.

So he gritted his teeth and made the urgent request of 100,000: "In order to provide relief to refugees, Yangzhou has not had much food and grass. The army has been owed nearly half a year, and the newly dispatched reinforcements have not yet been settled. 'Han Bai's courage is not to fight without grain.' The 70,000 army went on a battle, consuming 500 stones of grain every day. Now the grain industry in Jiangning Prefecture has been exhausted, and the Jiangnan battle has not yet arrived in Yangzhou. For the current plan, I hope the emperor will issue an order to ask the rich officials and families in Yangzhou and Jinling to donate to save their youth, and to comfort the army's thoughts of looking at the plum blossoms, and to encourage the soldiers to fight, it will not be difficult to destroy the Dongyi Chou."

"Military pay is crucial. We should also work hard on multiple fronts to avoid lack of military opportunities." Zhao Chen said slowly with his eyes closed.

After asking for a while, the emperor was just a false response to the story, which made Ci Xiang deeply disappointed. He further begged: "Now the trouble of Dongyi is about to peel off the skin, and the military pay has become an urgent task. Why should the emperor beg for today? Please issue an order to let each royal family donate 10,000 stones of grain, and no money can be used to pay for it."

"Let the royal family donate the donation." Zhao Chen slapped his thigh, "It's amazing, when the city was besieged during the Jingkang period, Hu Yangeng also asked the royal family to donate, and I will issue an order immediately."

The emperor found the Minister of the Secretariat, Wang Boyan, who was also the prefect of Yangzhou, to write the poem. Wang Boyan shouted: "This is a mess, I dare not draft an edict." Wang Boyan used Yangzhou as a nest to manage it, how could he offend local officials?

Zhao Chen was furious: "I have not left the capital yet, will you not take me seriously? Please come and invite Mr. Li to come."

The prime minister argued and argued, and the emperor's teacher Sun Fu did not agree to let the royal officials donate. He subconsciously believed that offending the gentry was not a good thing, and local officials and gentry would never give up.

There was no result in the court discussion. The four priests went out to find allies and prepared to compete again.

In the evening, a visitor came to Han Xiaozhou, a brother's mansion, who was living in Yangzhou. He was a disciple of Prime Minister Li Gang and had an old age with Han Zhanzhou. He was entrusted by Li Gang to win over Han brothers and asked them to take the lead in donating.
Chapter completed!