PS: Dreams are a thing, and it is impossible to shoot people from outside like a stray arrow, but only to bloom from the heart. A person's mind, especially the mind that cannot be spoken to others, the mind that overwhelms one's heart, the mind that entangles the soul, the mind that is determined to win, the mind that is obsessed with fanaticism, the mind that is deposited into blocks, will always flow out like a dark spring when man is the most real and unguarded. Anyone, no matter how deep the city, how heavy the sin, or how clever the disguise, once he falls into a deep sleep, will return to his naked body and enter the most real and unguarded state, and the dream is at this time that the hidden things will emerge.

Yao Hong felt uncomfortable thinking about that dream last night.

He dreamed that he had climbed a high platform with a red sun on his head. There were countless people in the audience, but suddenly there were all of them, and there was snow all over the ground, but there was not a single footprint. Suddenly, a prisoner van came from a distance, and he didn't know the people in the car. He walked around the prisoner car a few times and asked the person: Are you Liu Yu? The man stared straight at him and said you didn't even know yourself. I am you, you are me. He said suspiciously, how is this possible, am I not good outside? The man said you don't know where you are, and you take a closer look. He wiped his eyes and looked around, and sure enough, he found that he was surrounded by wooden fences, trapped in a cage, and his hands and feet were shackled. Looking further out, the man was gone. The people who were looking up at him from the audience just now were all pointing around the cage, and everyone was smiling, baring their teeth. He struggled, and suddenly he was not in the prison car, but in the crowd. He asked the people next to him, what are you watching? Those people said we waited to see the beheading. Whose head is cut off? You don't even know that. Taiwei captured the emperor of Qin, Yao Hong, and now wants to cut off his head. He was shocked, frightened, and confused: he was a good spectator. So who are these onlookers? He wanted to squeeze through the crowd, and these people were tied together in a bundle. I can't squeeze it open at all. In desperation, he drew his sword and said that if you don't let me go, don't blame me for being rude. All the hula and all their lives are scattered. But there were neither death row prisoners nor executioners in front of him, only a large wild field, and in the middle of the barren grass, there was a black and swarthy tablet with a red and blood-dripping inscription on it, "So-and-so died here", but the name was an incomprehensible tadpole script. He desperately wanted to see that the name was not like the word Yao Hong in today's text. But he couldn't get the essentials for half a day.

Woke up sweating.

Swallowing a small bowl of water brought by the eunuch, he sat at the head of the bed and calmed down. His first reaction was to invite his teacher, Zhong Like, and ask him to interpret the dream. But Zhong Like had already taken Xue Mei'er to hide in Zhongnan Mountain, and no one in the palace knew where he was hiding. There are still a few well-educated people in the court, but they are all Confucians, and they don't say anything, and they can't find them in such a thing as interpreting dreams. What's more, he didn't want the courtiers to see that the emperor was panicking.

The eunuch is very clever. Observe the words and look at the looks, and ask carefully:

"Did you have a nightmare and want to find a solution?"

Yao Hong nodded, and shook his head again:

"I don't know who to talk to?"

As soon as the eunuch heard this, he understood that Yao Hong didn't want the courtiers to think about it:

"Master Tanyun is in Chang'an. Although he does not speak lightly about divination and dream interpretation, he has high wisdom and should be able to solve His Majesty's doubts. Why don't you come into the palace? “

Yao Hong hesitated for a moment, not knowing if it was appropriate to disturb Tan Yun at this time. But curiosity eventually overwhelmed Yiqiē. Tell the eunuch to wake up the prince and ask him to invite Tan Yun on his behalf.

Tell people to prepare vegetarian snacks and tea. Wrap yourself in your clothes. Walking to the bookshelf, he copied out a book by hand, but it was "Lü's Spring and Autumn", flipped through a few pages, and felt that his eyes were full of fabricated stories, and he pretended to be clever for the sake of reasoning, and it was useless to help the predicament in front of him, so he inserted it back in place and walked out the door.

It's not the middle of the moon yet, but the moon is already half round. Qinghui passed through a Bodhi plant in the courtyard, and the dappled light and shadow cast on the front steps. Looking up at the moon, I thought of the story of Chang'e running to the moon of the Han people, and thought to myself that I have the worries of my family and country, and I am still struggling to support it, is that woman's troubles deeper than mine? He had to flee to such a high place, and he would never return.

With a wry smile, he was about to walk further when he heard a Buddha horn.

When he turned around, Tan Yun was already saluting.

Yao Hong waved his hand to signal the prince to go back, and personally helped Tan Yun into the house. After sitting down, without waiting for him to speak, Tan Yun spoke first:

"The poor monk took the liberty of speculating, and His Majesty summoned him late at night, presumably he had a nightmare."

"In the end, it is a high monk, you don't need to look and hear, you can see through people's hearts."

Tan Yun smiled:

"The practice of human affection is practice, the so-called high monks, but there are people with hearts. Poor monks are not generals, they don't care about the government, and if they want to consult the military plan, they will not be willing to seek the near and far. Summoned in the middle of the night, what else can there be besides dreaming? “

Yao Hong picked up the tea and handed it to Tan Yun, describing the dream in detail.

Tan Yun sighed in the depths of his heart: The emperor is in chaos.

Over the years, the people who have come to him to interpret his dreams have been taught three ways, from emperors to prisoners. In his original intention, he studied Mahayana Buddhism intensively, and was obsessed with the supreme path that encompasses all things, disdainful of these specious, non-donkey and non-horse-like dismantlings. For those monks who rely on divination and dream interpretation in exchange for money and food, they are all regarded as liars. But even if he is a high monk, even if he is famous all over the world, if he blindly refuses the pleas of others, one will seem old-fashioned and harsh, and the other will be regarded by the laity as shallow and unworthy of the name. Especially when the laity is also a nobleman, he has to put down his body against his will and solve his doubts. In his experience, the strong are rarely suspicious, the weak are often uneasy, the gentleman is frank, and the villain is often related. He used to be Fu Jian's national teacher. When Fu Jian was thriving, he only believed in Wang Meng, not in monks, summoned Tan Yun, and only talked about Buddhism, not the rest. But after the defeat of the water, his ambition was depressed, and he asked Tanyun more than once for dreams. This is true of the Son of Heaven, and even more so of the people. When Tanyun was in Jiangdong, there was a rice shop next to the temple, and when the boss was prosperous, he never gave money and food to the monks who came to the door, and never visited Tanyun. Later, the rebels robbed his shop, making him almost bankrupt, and the next day he came to the temple to pour bitter water, begging Tan Yun to prophesy good fortune.

In his opinion, dreams are such a thing. It is impossible to shoot people from outside like a stray arrow, but only to bloom from the outside. A person's mind. In particular, the mind that cannot be spoken to others overwhelms the mind of a qiē. The mind that entangles the soul, the mind that is determined to win, the mind that is obsessed with fanaticism, the mind that is deposited into blocks, will always flow out like a dark spring when man is the most real and unguarded. Anyone, no matter how deep the city, how heavy the sin, how clever the disguise. Once in a deep sleep, he will regain his naked body and enter the most real and unguarded state, and it is at this time that dreams let hidden things emerge.

Yao Hong's dream brought out his distress and fear.

The general Yao Shao once asked Tan Yun what he thought about the current situation, and Tan Yun showed him the metaphor of eating Hu cakes, and without saying a word, he had exhausted his mind. Escort Yao Shao's wife Xiahou Yan back to Beijing on the way. He had warned the latter not to tell the emperor about it. Now Yao Hong asks about dreams, which is actually asking about politics. He has already made a calculation about Yao Qin's general trend, but in front of Yao Hong. But there is not the slightest pessimism.

He took a sip of tea, put the teacup down, and cleared his throat.

Yao Hong sat up straight. Eagerly waiting.

"Your Majesty, the poor monk is both a consultant. It is necessary to speak frankly and bluntly, and there is something inappropriate. First of all, please forgive your sins. “

Yao Hong said that since I have this question, there is no taboo, and I just ask the great monk to speak freely.

The poor monk thought that this dream showed that His Majesty had hidden worries about the current situation in his chest. Ascending the high platform alone, it is His Majesty who hears the drumming and thinks of the good general, and he lacks big materials around him, so although there is a red sun, it is difficult to eliminate the ice and snow in the chest; There are thousands of people in front of them, but they don't know who is the henchman. This layer of dreams is actually a matter of worry. In the view of poor monks, the king does not have to be virtuous in everything to his courtiers, let go of people, and boldly empower them, but it is better than doing everything himself. “

These words really hit the heart, Yao Hong nodded heavily. He immediately thought of the Battle of Yaoguan. If you hadn't intervened too much, the results wouldn't have been so bad.

"The prisoner car is actually His Majesty's heart. If you are trapped by a thought, you will fall into the prison cart and cannot extricate yourself; If you get rid of this thought, you will stay out of the car and regain your freedom. “

This is like a cliché, although it is subtle, it makes Yao Hong unaware. Tan Yun knew that he was confused when he looked at his expression, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to his body:

"His Majesty's body, this palace, this temple, this treasury, this children's jade silk, and this Chang'an city are all shackles and chains, binding His Majesty's hands and feet. If His Majesty does not think about the gains and losses of the city, does not think about his own survival, empties the treasury to recruit the people, rewards the soldiers to encourage him, exempts the people from paying taxes, gathers the elite, mobilizes the people, fights in the wilderness, and destroys the main force of the Jin State, then he has nothing to fettered and comes and goes. The battle was won, and the palace and the temple, the treasury, the children, the jade silk, and the Chang'an Dacheng were all His Majesty's; If they are defeated, they will all be locked up, and they will fall into the hands of others. “

Yao Hong couldn't help but admire Tan Yun. Although it is a Buddhist, it is not ignorant of the art of war. Looking back now, the Qin army has been guarding the city everywhere and on guard everywhere from the beginning, but as a result, everything is prepared for everything, and it is passive everywhere when it defends the city, and it has always been led by Liu Yu. If you had concentrated the elite and taken the initiative to fight at the beginning, the tide of battle might not have plummeted like this. Now it is very difficult to make this move. One is that there is a lack of good generals like Yao Shao, and the other is that the army has been involved in various joint points, and it is difficult to reunite to fight. Thinking of the beheading mentioned in the dream, I couldn't help but shudder. The weakness of this moment did not escape the eyes of the Hu people who were deeply sunken by Tan Yun:

"Don't be afraid to cut off your head!"

This sentence is not as gentle and eloquent as before, but it is full of voice and has the effect of being a slap in the face. Yao Hong was startled, and instinctively reached out and touched his neck.

"Since ancient times, how can there be a real long live Son of Heaven! Anyone who is an emperor must practice thousands of generations in his previous life before he can be at the height of this reincarnation and enjoy the highest wealth and glory in the mortal world. But the more you gain, the heavier the burden on your shoulders. Protecting the common people and bringing peace to the world is the important task of Chengping. Resisting foreign enemies and preserving Jinou is the responsibility of war. The country is in great trouble, the people are miserable, the soldiers have sacrificed their lives, and I don't know how many heads have landed. If you don't think about your own life and death, you will naturally break the cauldron and sink the boat, fight against the water, fight hard for the third time, arouse the loyalty of all people, and Taishan will crush the top and destroy the strong. If this can be done, the beheaded, can only be Liu Yu and others. His Majesty dreamed that on the stele, the name of the deceased was unknown, that is, the heavens enlightened His Majesty, the Central Plains chased the deer, and it was not known who killed the deer, the battle of Qin and Jin, the victory and defeat were blunt, and I am afraid that it is not possible to make a premature conclusion. Auspicious or vicious, a thought becomes a chasm! “

These words, Huang Zhong Dalu, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, not so much as interpreting dreams, but encouragement, Yao Hong was already sweating unconsciously, forgetting that he was the body of an emperor, and leaned over to Tan Yunyi deeply, his forehead touching the carpet:

"Yao Hong is ashamed! The great monk has a deep meaning, Yao Hong already understands. Although Yao Hong did not dare to compare himself with the courage of his ancestors, he still had the bones of the Qiang people, and from today on, he would never forget about his life and worry about the country, and fight with his hair on, and no longer be a weight in success or failure. “

After speaking, he got up, took out the sword from the sandalwood shelf, and suddenly cut off a section of hair, wrapped it in a piece of yellow silk on the case and handed it to Tan Yun:

"Please take it away, the great monk. If Yao Hongsheng wins, this thing will be passed on to the prince; If Yao Hong is defeated, the great monk can choose a place to be buried, and it will be counted as my Yao Hong's soul in his homeland. “

Tan Yun recited the Buddha's name, his expression was solemn, and he put his hair close to his body:

"Forgive the poor monk for being ominous. The poor monks will build a floating temple and place the holy hair in the tower, so that all people admire and worship. “

Since the invasion of the southerners, Yao Hong has never been so peaceful and happy as he is now.

After sending Tanyun away, he looked at the map on the wall and felt an indescribable relief.

Yes, we must not defend Chang'an and wait for the enemy to come to the door.

He wanted to exhaust the treasury, recruit the Qiang Han Huayi Shaozhuang who was loyal to Great Qin, form a new front army, and fight head-on. It is necessary to quickly coordinate with the Great Wei reinforcements behind the Jin army and quickly form a flanking situation.

He had prepared for the worst. It's nothing more than the defeat of the three armies with inferior skills, and the fall of his crown to the ground, it is always better than nesting in the palace, and he dare not wait for death to knock on the door.

Even a little excited.

He wanted to convene the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs to discuss politics immediately, but when he looked at the daylight, he felt that the situation was not so critical that Cheng Dù, who would fall apart after sleeping for an hour or two.

He sat in front of the bookcase, went through the several points of the current attack and defense of the enemy palace in his mind, and unconsciously fell asleep on the carpet with his clothes. The eunuch was afraid of alarming him, so he covered him with a quilt and did not dare to carry him to the bed.

When the sun rose to the height of a tree, a fast horse passed through Chang'an and galloped into Miyagi.

Frontline Emergency Battle Report!

Yao Hongwu fell asleep.

The eunuch was in a dilemma, and finally gritted his teeth and pushed the door in to wake up the emperor.

Yao Hong opened the emergency report and immediately sobered up. Wake up, to be precise.

Xiangcheng is lost. (To be continued......)