Hong Tianxi bowed his hands and said, "Guan family, Guan family has not been to court for many days. Are you sick?"
Mou Zicai did not answer, but pointed at the piano girl and the maid.
Hong Tianxi understood, Mou Zi was afraid that something would happen if people talked too much.
He nodded and waved to the piano girl and the maid.
The two women bowed to Hong Tianxi and Mou Zicai, and then went out.
Not only that, the maid also closed the wooden door.
As a maid in a teahouse, she still has the ability to observe faces.
"The official is indeed sick." Seeing that there were only two people in the room, Mou Zi breathed a sigh of relief and finally answered.
Hong Tianxi was a little unbelievable: "The official family was in their prime years, and their faces were glowing just a few days ago. Why did they suddenly fall ill?"
"It's hard to explain in one word. This is the disease of officials." Mou Zicai did not say it clearly, but pointed to his chest.
Hong Tianxi fell into deep thought, suddenly realized and asked: "Are the officials worried about the prince?"
Now the official family has no sons, and all the sons have died in infancy.
The official family simply imitated Renzong and adopted a nephew.
It's a pity that this nephew was born to a concubine, and he was almost killed by the main wife with an abortion medicine.
Although the root cause of the disease has not been established, there is a big problem in intelligence, and there is a big gap compared with people of the same age.
If you want to make an exact comparison, this is that although this guy is not a fool, he is not much better than a fool.
"Hush, be careful what you say." Mou Zicai hurriedly reminded.
Hong Tianxi nodded, then shook his head, held his head high and said solemnly: "The affairs of the royal family are also important affairs of the world. As a censor, what should I do not do it?"
When Hong Tianxi said this, he had the aura to control the sky at the top, the earth at the bottom, and the air in the middle.
"The officials have no choice." Mou Zicai shook his head, looked around, and said cautiously.
The heir to the throne is related to the foundation of all industries in the Song Dynasty.
This decision-making power lies in the hands of the officials. Officials in the Song Dynasty only have the power to supervise. Perhaps under the arrangement of the officials, they also have the power to be teachers.
Hong Tianxi bowed his hands to the sky and said, "May God bless our Song Dynasty and let Zuo, the Song Dynasty, last forever."
Hong Tianxi was a pure man who devoted himself wholeheartedly to the good of the Song Dynasty.
What is the Song Dynasty? It is not only that the current officials can control the ministers and control the court, but also that the future officials should be equally smart and capable.
If it were a powerful official like Shi Miyuan, he would wish that the official family was as weak as possible, so that he could cover the sky with one hand.
"The original emperor bless our Song Dynasty, and our country will live forever." Mou Zicai also bowed respectfully to the sky and prayed.
Both of them were the elites of the Song Dynasty, and they both supported the officials wholeheartedly.
Now we are praying to the sky together, and we suddenly feel that our hearts are connected. All the knots in our hearts in the past have been opened, and I can't help laughing.
"The officials have not gone to court for many days, how can they ignore the people of the Song Dynasty?" Hong Tianxi suddenly bowed to the palace and said in a deep voice, "I really want to go straight to the palace and attack the officials."
He is known as the iron-faced censor and has no human feelings to speak of.
What Mou Zi didn't expect was that you were just a minister, but you didn't expect that you would now become an official.
Now that the problem has arisen, the censor and the minister will be judged by the officials.
When an official is attacked by a minister, how should he make a decision?
In fairness, he should rule himself incompetent.
But officials must decide that they are competent for their own sakes.
But regardless of the outcome, the official's family was shocked by his own ministers, which is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
Who will accomplish this? It’s none other than Mou Zicai, who sacrifices himself for others in daily life.
Hearing this, Mou Zi couldn't help being shocked. Hong Tianxi, the iron-faced censor, was indeed iron-faced. He actually wanted to impeach the official himself regardless of the official's face.
Mou Zicai hurriedly stood up from his chair and bowed his hands: "Jun Chou, this is not possible, it is impossible."
"Cunsou, don't stop me." Hong Tianxi saluted to the sky and said decisively, "The officials represent the herdsmen of Heaven, and it is their duty to go to court. Now if the officials don't go to court, how can they represent the herdsmen of Heaven?"
Mou Zicai shook his head and sighed: "The official family has unspeakable difficulties."
"Even if an official has unspeakable difficulties? Precisely because he is an official, it is the official's responsibility to go to court. If you want to intercept me, I will hit my head against the pillar." Hong Tianxi said righteously and decisively.
Hearing this, Mou Zi couldn't help but tremble all over. If Hong Tianxi crashed and died on a pillar, wouldn't the official become a coward?
Mou Zicai really regretted today. He really shouldn't have been thirsty for this sip of tea.
Hong Tianxi is an iron-faced censor who can do whatever he says.
If Hong Tianxi really crashes to death in front of a pillar, he, Mou Zicai, will be the sinner.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat and turned pale.
Mou Zicai bowed his hands to Hong Tianxi and said, "The official is indeed ill, and the illness is not serious."
"The official is not in his prime, and he was fine a few days ago. Why did he suddenly become seriously ill?" Hong Tianxi's face turned slightly, and he asked in confusion.
Mou Zicai sighed and bowed his hands: "Jun Chou, please be patient for a moment. We will know later."
After hearing this, Hong Tianxi had to suppress his curiosity and drank tea while waiting for the answer.
Mou Zi clapped his hands and a maid came in.
The maid bowed to Mou Zicai and asked softly, "What do you want, sir?"
"Go get the newspaper." Mou Zi nodded and said to the maid.
The maid gave another Wanfu gift and continued to ask softly: "My guest, the teahouse has "Da Song Zhonghua Bao" and "Da Song Li Bao". Which ones do you need?"
"Of course it's the Song Dynasty China Newspaper, the latest one." Mou Zicai ordered while sipping tea gently.
After listening to the song "Between Mountains and Rivers", Hong Tianxi was already at peace.
But when he heard that the official was ill, he was as calm as water, as if his mind had dropped into a huge stone.
Hong Tianxi drank tea and observed Mou Zicai.
He wanted to see how Mou Zicai would handle this matter?
In less than half a cup of tea, the maid brought a stack of "Da Song Zhonghua Bao" and placed it respectfully in front of Mou Zicai.
Mou Zi then waved his hand to the maid to go out. The maid nodded and said another blessing.
The maid went out lightly, and there were only Mou Zicai and Hong Tianxi in the elegant room.
Mou Zi put down the teacup in his hand and kept reading the newspaper.
Hong Tianxi was much calmer at this time. He drank tea and looked at Mou Zicai as he read the newspaper.
It's not that he didn't want to help Mou Zicai, he didn't know what Mou Zicai was looking for in early summer.
Mou Zicai stared at the recent "Da Song Zhonghua News" and finally found the content he needed.
He pointed to the contents of the newspaper, looked up at Hong Tianxi, and said, "This is it."
Hong Tianxi took the newspaper and read its contents carefully.
Seeing Hong Tianxi reading the newspaper wholeheartedly, Mou Zi finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt his heart calm down.
He picked up the tea cup again, opened the lid, and began to drink the tea seriously.
Hong Tianxi read the newspaper carefully and did not miss any content.
After reading it, he took the newspaper and fell into thinking.
"Cunsou, I don't understand, why is this?" He put down the newspaper after thinking for a long time, rubbed his forehead and asked.
Mou Zicai did not put down the tea cup, but smiled while drinking tea.
He was anxious just now, but Hong Tianxi was not anxious, which made him a little jealous of Hong Tianxi.
Well now, things are reversed.
Mou Zicai felt that his heart was almost still, but Hong Tianxi's heart was filled with waves.
Thinking of this, he felt a little proud.
He looked at Hong Tianxi and said meaningfully: "Some things can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words."
After saying that, Mou Zi pointed to the next door and gently raised his finger.
"Does the neighbor have ears?" Hong Tianxi said dissatisfied with Mou Zicai's riddle, "There are only two of us in this room."
Mou Zicai shook his head, unmoved, and still insisted on his opinion: "This is a string on the wall, and it can easily enter people's ears."
Seeing Mou Zicai looking so mysterious and pretentious, Hong Tianxi had to think quietly.
"Now that there are no powerful officials in the court, why are the officials worried?" Hong Tianxi thought for a while and asked as carefully as possible.
Mou Zicai did not answer, but dipped his hands in tea and began to scribble on the coffee table.
Hong Tianxi had no choice but to step forward to see what he was doing.
Mou Zicai didn't care what Hong Tianxi thought, as if he was possessed by a demon, he started painting wholeheartedly.
After he finished painting, he picked up the tea cup again and drank tea wholeheartedly.
Hong Tianxi looked at Mou Zicai gently, and when he saw him drinking tea, he couldn't help but think of Wen Zhenggong's famous saying: "Don't be happy because of things, and don't be sad because of yourself."
Seeing Mou Zicai's calm movements, sipping tea gracefully, it was as if he had entered the landscape painting on the wall and would no longer care about the common things outside.
Hong Tianxi shook his head at this and put all his thoughts into looking at the four paintings carefully.
The first painting is of a scholar. When he saw a military commander, his eyes widened and he wanted to eat it.
In the second painting, there is still this literati. He sees another literati with a face as bright as spring breeze.
In the third painting, it was still the same scholar. When he saw the scholar just now, his eyes were wide open and he wanted to eat it.
The fourth painting is the most interesting and has the most profound meaning.
The scholar is still the same scholar, and behind him stand two people, one civilized and one military.
But for some reason, this scholar simply ignored the two civil and military men.
Although these two people were respectful to him, he looked sad.
Seeing Hong Tianxi looking at the four graffiti wholeheartedly, Mou Zi put down his tea cup and bowed his hands: "Jun Chou, I said what I needed to say and did what I needed to do. I'll take my leave."
"Cunsou, I can't thank you enough." Hong Tianxi quickly raised his head and returned the gift respectfully.
He was really grateful that Mou Zi was a man of high moral character and strict self-discipline.
But Mou Zicai is a person who knows how to adapt. Although he did not tell him personally, he expressed it in another way.
Of course, although Mou Zicai expressed it, it was because Hong Tianxi was a pure man and thought of the Song Dynasty wholeheartedly.
If Hong Tianxi was a turbulent person or a powerful minister, Mou Zicai would definitely stay away from him.
Hong Tianxi looked at these four paintings repeatedly and kept them in his mind before reluctantly wiping them off with a rag.
He called to the maid to pay, and at the same time made a request that the stack of newspapers should be taken away.
The maid nodded. These newspapers were almost out of date and there was no harm in taking them away.
As a teahouse, it is a source of information.
But which channel for news is the most reliable, naturally newspapers, so there are many "Da Song Zhonghua News".
What puzzled the maid was why the guest officer took away these old newspapers.
Is it because it is the Song Dynasty China Newspaper? The maid thought so.
