On the night of September 15, the moon is full like a silver mirror, and the Gobi sand is like snow.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, the four people were each wearing thick fox coats, holding a stove in their hands, and they shivered with cold. There were already four charcoal stoves in the tent, and the charcoal was burning, and the fire was brighter than the four butter candles on the red shelves in the four corners.

It's not the body that's cold, it's the heart that's the root cause.

"The saint has been gone up for three hours, and there is no letter to return, what is the matter?" The man with a slightly dark face and a short beard under his jaw who sat in the lower seat was the first to lose his breath and asked a little anxiously.

The man opposite him who was clean under his lips and had a strange yin and yang between his eyebrows sneered, and said ignorantly: "Wait, figuring out the holy will for no reason, it seems that you have no bottom in your heart, right?" ”

The black-faced man was a little annoyed: "I'm ...... I was worried about the safety of the saints, and besides, the Jin troops had already reached the north of the Yellow River, and the Military Aircraft Department reported that they were collecting boats along the river and preparing to cross the river to the south. This ......"

"Shhhhh ”

The report of the Military Aircraft Department was cut off when it was sent to the desks of the four people, and it would never be sent to the emperor. Therefore, in the emperor's impression, although the northern Jin people were brave, they did not dare to cross the Great Wall, let alone the Yellow River moat.

"That's the case, but the situation is so bad that I got home!" The black-faced man frowned and smiled bitterly.

Everyone knows that the saint must always report good news and not bad news, otherwise maybe one day the saint will be unhappy, and he will pull out the person who tells the truth and behead him, so as not to spoil the good mood of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs.

The current Great Song Dynasty is indeed in danger, as the black-faced man said, the Jin people are assembling ships on the north bank of the Yellow River, just waiting for an order, they will release Ma Henan and go to Kaifeng Mansion for the New Year.

In the past 10 years, the world has been peaceful, the army lacks training, and its combat effectiveness is very low. Under the impact of the cavalry and horses of the Jin people, the army was defeated and could only retreat.

"Transfer troops to King Qin, I said half a year ago that I would transfer troops from the south to King Qin, Xiangye has not made a decision for a long time, and now I will transfer again, I am afraid that it will be three autumns late." The blackface continued.

Of the four, he has the lowest official position, the most talkative, and the most worried about the future.

The world belongs to the emperor, and it is also the four of them. For a long time, they were respected as the "Four Kings", and anyone who wanted to be promoted in their careers, regardless of martial arts, had to pass them first. Now, the catastrophe is coming, and if they don't stand it, who else in the world can stand it?

"Xiangye, what do you say?" The black-faced man asked for help from the golden-faced, silkworm-eyed, lion-mouthed, and black-bearded man who had never spoken.

The golden-faced man kept his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

In fact, he heard the words of the other three, and he knew the thoughts of the three of them clearly. Clearly, they asked him to come up with ideas, but secretly, they were all cunning and cunning, and they wanted to force him to say the word "down" and become a living target for betraying the country and the lord for glory.

"Xiangye, let's say something, or everyone's hearts will be scattered." The other three said together.

The golden-faced man opened his eyes, then closed them again.

"Xiangye, the saint has been with the great master for so long and there has been no reply, this is the territory of Fanbang, we only brought three thousand flying tiger troops over, once we lose, we will become the sinner of the Great Song Dynasty through the ages." The black-faced man urged again.

The golden-faced man only replied with one word: "Wait." ”

The three of them looked at each other, and the black-faced man spoke again: "Xiangye, wait and wait, I also know that I have to wait, but when will I wait?" The great master led us to come in disguise, wouldn't it be to enjoy the murals in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang? By the way, Sister Li from Little Sweet Water Lane also went in, maybe she really went to see the paintings! Alas, the emperor is really big-hearted, it's time to take Sister Li everywhere......"

Sister Li of Little Sweet Water Lane is a celebrity on the pillow of the emperor in the capital, this time the emperor took the great teacher, Sister Li, four people and three thousand Flying Tiger Army to the west in disguise, and the goal was directly aimed at the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, which is indeed unpredictable.

The golden-faced man opened his eyes and was about to open his mouth to reprimand the black-faced man, when a noisy scream suddenly came from outside the big tent, interrupting the conversation between the four of them.

Someone immediately came to report: "Enlighten the Prime Minister, there is a sudden vision in the sky, and the twenty-eight stars have landed." ”

"Check it out!" The golden-faced man got up and strode out, followed by the rest of the people.

In the open space outside the tent, many soldiers had gathered, all armed with spears, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The bright moon is in the middle of the sky, and the moon shines like mercury, illuminating the inside and outside of the temporary camp as bright as day.

Five hundred steps to the west is the Mogao Grottoes Cave built along the cliff.

The golden-faced man only glanced at the Mogao Grottoes, and his eyes were attracted by the seven big stars flying from the western sky.

"The Seven Western Nakshatras?" He shuddered in the bottom of his heart.

"Ah, the south, the east, the north—all twenty-eight nakshatras have fallen! Fierce, murderous, murderous! The blackface growled in surprise.

There is no one who does not understand the stars, and the golden-faced person is a very human minister, so he naturally studies it more deeply and thoroughly.

The stars arching the moon is auspicious, and the stars leaving the moon is a great evil, indicating the subversion of state power and the disintegration of the world.

"Could it be that this time Da Song's qi is really exhausted?" The golden-faced man looked into the air.

The full moon has become a solitary moon, and there is not even a companion star in the field of vision.

The moon is the king, the stars are the ministers, this scene is obviously the end of the monarch losing his position and the courtiers turning their backs.

"Ahh The great master is in the Mogao Grottoes, so naturally he can't see the strange stars, do you need to send someone to inform him? The golden-faced man hesitated.

There are a total of seven people in the big cave, and the one standing at the front is the emperor who has taken off his dragon robe and changed into a green coat and hat.

Beside him, a woman with a waist as slender as a willow and a body as delicate as a peony wrapped in a gray robe, clinging to his arm.

On the other side of the emperor, there is a great power teacher whose face is as heavy as water.

The four people in the back are vigorous and energetic, but they are the most outstanding young people in the second generation of the clan, all of them are in their twenties, and it can be seen from their facial features and complexions that these are four young talents who are both wise and open-minded, strong and calm.

The seven people are facing a mural with rich colors and free brushwork. The most eye-catching thing in the painting is a dancing girl who dances and bounces the lute.

Sister Li is a master of musical instruments, especially good at the huqin, pipa, and qiang flute.

The figure in the painting plays the pipa so skillfully that Sister Li just made an empty-handed gesture and learned it seven or eight times, but she still couldn't fully comprehend the mystery of the rebounding pipa.

"National teacher, has the time come?" The emperor asked.

The Great Master had been bending his fingers incessantly, and just as the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army were screaming in surprise from outside the cave, he suddenly stepped forward and pressed hard in the middle of the lute held by the dancing girl.

There didn't seem to be any change in the cave, but Sister Li'er's feet were soft again, her body shook, her arms hung on the emperor's arms, and she gasped four or five times.

"Okay, it's okay, Your Majesty." The great teacher replied.

"National Teacher, where is the heavenly machine you are talking about?" The emperor asked in a deep voice.

Although he has been in poetry and painting for half his life, he is also anxious when his ancestors are facing extinction. It was precisely because the great master said that Dunhuang could solve the plight of Bianjing that he came west.

"Your Majesty, please look up." The great teacher said.

The seven of them looked up together, and the top of the originally black cave gradually turned white, as if the night was over and the dawn was coming.

After a while, the roof of the cave turned out to be transparent, like a huge skylight two feet square, and the bright moon and stars were clearly visible.

"Twenty-eight nights flying, what's the reason?" The emperor asked in surprise.

He has been obsessed with Taoism since he was a child, and his research on the phenomena of the stars, astronomy and geography is not inferior to that of any monk.

"That's the chance." The great master replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty, if you look slowly, you will definitely be able to get a glimpse of the clues of heaven." Those who divulge the secret of heaven in vain will be punished by heaven even though they live forever. This heavenly opportunity, only with the eyes, with the experience, do not spread the word of mouth, in order to avoid the disaster. ”

He had just slammed a palm on the lute, which was the key to unlocking the heavenly machine.

The Seven Western Constellations were the first to fall, and the emperor's vision was obscured by the four walls of the skylight, and it was impossible to know exactly where it landed.

At the same time, on the south wall of the cave, a huge painting with real and delicate brushstrokes emerged.

The emperor is good at painting and knows how to paint, but he has never seen any painting sect in the Central Plains whose brushwork can be painted so realistically.

Sister Li no longer gasped, but covered her mouth and screamed in shock: "This is not like a painting, but like a ...... It's like seeing those tall towers with your own eyes! ”

In the center of the painting is a tall square pyramid, and below the tower is the yellow sand. In the distance, there are more than a dozen other identical towers.

Behind the tower, a scorching sun shines on the tower, reflecting it as if it is made of gold.

"That's the place." The great master said, "The golden country of the southwest." ”

"It's a big desert, how can people survive?" The emperor took a deep breath.

"If you want the seeds of the Great Song Dynasty to bloom again, you have to go there." The great master said lightly.

The emperor turned around slowly and looked at the four young men.

His eyes are still clear, and there is a lot of tenderness in them. If it weren't for the lifeblood of the country, he wouldn't have come all the way to the desert of the Gobi Desert in the southwest.

The four young people are all elites in the second generation of the Zhao family's clan, if it weren't for the precarious situation, the four of them would be able to lead a feudal town in the future and expand the territory for the Zhao family.

"Who wants to go?" The emperor asked.

The young man with a square face, straight eyebrows, long eyes, and broad shoulders knelt down on one knee to receive the order: "The minister is willing to go." ”

The emperor was deeply pleased: "Okay, from today onwards, I will give you the surname." You remember, out of this cave, you are no longer surnamed Zhao, but surnamed Yun, no longer the clan Zhao Ji, but the commoners gather, take my purest woman of the Great Song Dynasty there, take root, spread branches, and revitalize the national prestige of my Zhao clan in the future. ”

The names of the second generation of the clan have a wooden edge, and the first one to receive the order is Zhao Ji, and the other three young people are Zhao Ran, Zhao Gun, and Zhao Lance in order of arrangement.

"The minister's decree, gather long live Emperor Xie Wu, long live." Gather and stand up.

When the emperor arranged the task, the great master did not turn his head and kept looking up.

Suddenly, a small star burst out in the center of the bright moon, flying around the moon wheel, at first extremely bright and dazzling, then getting darker and darker, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?" This time, even the great master didn't expect it, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Similarly, Sister Li, who was not interested in the deployment of troops, also kept looking at the huge window, and naturally saw the changes of the stars and moons.

"National teacher, what is that? Is it a shooting star? Sister Li asked.

The great master frowned, not daring to answer truthfully.

This kind of astrological change has appeared twice in the history of this kind of astrological change, and both times it is a great omen for the collapse of imperial power and the collapse of trees.

For the first time, King Wu of Zhou and Taigong Jiang raised troops from Xiqi to recruit the king of Shang, and the soldiers were trapped in Chaoge City. The king of Shang couldn't sleep for a long night, and when he saw the little star in the heavenly court leaving the moon, he found out that the three favorite concubines in the harem had been modified and fled, and stole the most valuable night pearl, immortal sword, and immortal medicine in the palace.

The second time, the Anshi Rebellion, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty fled from Chang'an, stayed overnight in Ma Weiyi, did not sleep at night, saw the little star in the sky leaving the moon, and the change of Ma Weiyi occurred on the second day, and the most favored Yang Guifei Yin and Yang were separated forever.

This time, although the great master saw the little star leaving the moon with his own eyes, he did not dare to say the benefits and harms.