When Hong Tianxi came out of Zui Chunfeng Tea House, he felt empty in his heart.
The Song Dynasty used literature to control military affairs, and it had never been so kind to literati.
Qin Hui was not only the number one scholar, but also a very popular minister. He controlled the government for decades. He even added Jiuxi and was granted the title of king after his death.
It can be said that his treatment is similar to that of Cao Cao.
But he never expected that he was an undercover agent sent by the Jin State, and he even wrote a letter of allegiance to the Jin State.
Not only did he kill Wu Mu, who was determined to take back his homeland, he also ceded the recovered Central Plains, declared himself a vassal to the Jin State, and paid 30% of the Song Dynasty's fiscal revenue to the Jin State.
Is he wholeheartedly assisting the Song Dynasty, or is he wholeheartedly harming the Song Dynasty?
Qin Hui was an outstanding representative of the literati in the Song Dynasty. He treated the Song Dynasty like this. No wonder the official family was sick.
The Song Dynasty was so kind to Qin Hui, but he did not expect that his real allegiance was to the Jin Kingdom.
Obviously, Qin Hui's actions made the officials lose hope in literati.
No wonder the official family got sick, it turned out to be this reason.
But Qin Hui is just Qin Hui, and it does not mean that other literati are like this.
But I am also a scholar. Now that the government has lost hope in scholars, what should we do?
Hong Tianxi felt at a loss, holding the newspaper in his hand and walking aimlessly.
Zui Chunfeng Tea House was in a lively area. As he walked, his eyes lit up.
The Zui Chunfeng Tea House is very famous in Beijing, but there is another thing that is more famous than it, and that is the "Da Song Zhonghua News".
"Da Song Zhonghua News" is not elsewhere, but upstairs at Zui Chunfeng Teahouse.
"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain." I have been looking for the "Da Song Zhonghua News", but I didn't expect that its editorial department is upstairs.
Hong Tianxi looked at the red flag flying on the fifth floor of the teahouse, which read "Da Song Zhonghua Bao", and couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
The "Da Song Zhonghua News" I own is published here, so you might as well go in and have a look.
I heard that it was the iron-faced censor who came to visit, which caused quite a stir in the newspaper office.
Lu Wei, the president of Song Dynasty China Newspaper in Beijing, Liu Yunliang, chief editor, Yang Tao, editor-in-chief, Man Tianxing, a famous nerdy reporter, came to the third floor to greet him in person.
In the middle of the fifth floor is the reception hall, with the editorial room, reporter's room, and advertising room on the left, and the publishing house on the right.
What makes the newspaper office happy is that, even now, two court officials have come to the newspaper office.
Last time it was Mou Zicai, who was living in the house, and this time it was Hong Tianxi, known as the iron-faced censor.
Although I know that the court officials came here because of the little saint's face, being able to come here is also an affirmation of their achievements.
They bowed together, their faces filled with moving brilliance.
"Sure enough, it's the Song Dynasty China Newspaper. Before I came in, there was a strong smell of ink and books." Accompanied by Lu Wei, Yang Tao and others, Hong Tianxi walked around, twitching his nose while his face was filled with emotion. smile.
Lu Wei bowed respectfully and said modestly: "Where, where, it is the presence of the iron-faced censor that makes the newspaper office flourish and the book smells good."
"I'm busy with official duties. I occasionally drink tea today. I didn't expect that the Song Dynasty China News would be upstairs in Zui Chunfeng. It's rare. It's rare." Arriving at the living room of the newspaper office, Hong Tianxi slowly sat down while stroking his beard.
Lu Wei couldn't help being overjoyed when he heard this: "It turns out that the Iron-faced Censor came here to drink tea. He was not welcomed at a distance, but he was not welcomed at a distance. I hope that the Iron-faced Censor will forgive me and forgive me."
"It's rare for an iron-faced censor to appreciate you and drink tea. Today, I'm treating you to a treat." Liu Yunliang bowed respectfully and faced Hong Tianxi with a smile on his face.
Hong Tianxi couldn't help being stunned and asked in confusion: "I'm treating you today, not you, so why do you need to pay for it? I still have a salary, so I can afford to pay for such a tea."
Although he is a censor, his salary is not much.
Although the censor has great power, his rank is not high, and Hong Tianxi is only from the seventh rank.
Don't think that his character is low enough, but he is already considered high.
Other supervisory censors have even lower grades, only eighth grade.
But he is very strong-willed and will never ask for food.
"The Song Dynasty Zhonghua Newspaper and Zui Chunfeng Tea House are both opened by the little saint. The little saint has always admired the iron-faced censor for his integrity, so he must arrange for the villain to treat him." Liu Yunliang bowed respectfully again, his face full of sincerity smile.
Hong Tianxi hesitated for a few times and shook his head: "This is a treat for me, not a treat for a little saint."
"The little saint admires the name of the iron-faced censor, and has long wanted to treat him, but he has never had the chance. Today is just the right time." Liu Yunliang respectfully took out a delivery card and stuffed it into Hong Tianxi's hand without any explanation.
Hong Tianxi hurriedly pushed away, but the pickup card was already in his hand.
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but look at the delivery card and was shocked. It turned out to be a delivery card worth thousands of dollars, which was equivalent to almost ten thousand dollars of copper coins.
He hurriedly returned the pick-up card: "There is no need to treat guests so much. No way, no way."
"Mr. Anle (Shao Yong, the fifth son of the Northern Song Dynasty who is as famous as Zhang Zai), have you ever heard of the Iron-faced Censor?" Liu Yunliang was not angry. He put the delivery card on the coffee table, bowed respectfully, and asked a question.
Hong Tianxi finally felt relieved when he saw that the other party put the pickup card on the coffee table and did not force it to him.
When Hong Tianxi heard that the other party mentioned Mr. Anle, he couldn't help but bowed solemnly in the direction of Zhongyuan: "Mr. Anle is a master of Neo-Confucianism, how can Xi compare?"
"Mr. Anle is a master of Neo-Confucianism, and Hong Guanren is an iron-faced censor. One is famous for his talent, and the other is famous for his integrity." When Liu Yunliang said this, he paused and continued, "Hong Guanren and the capital They are celebrities in the Song Dynasty, but they are in different fields."
When Hong Tianxi heard this, his face was uncertain, and he felt restless.
He bowed respectfully in the direction of the palace and said in a very solemn tone: "Ziyou (characterized by Liu Yunliang) deserves the award. I am only doing my duty as a minister. If I am said to be as famous as Mr. Anle, I really don't deserve it."
Speaking of this, his face became more and more serious.
He felt that Liu Yunliang's words were flattering, and his appearance couldn't help but become more and more serious.
"Mr. Anle builds his words, while Hong Guanren builds his moral character. Only with good character can one become an iron-faced censor." Seeing that Hong Tianxi's expression was wrong, Lu Wei bowed his hands and said solemnly to Hong Tianxi.
Yang Tao also gave a solemn salute to Hong Tianxi: "Although Mr. Hong has not made any meritorious deeds, he has achieved good moral character. He is a role model for us. Please accept Tao's salute."
"If I could learn half of what Hong Guanren did, I would be happy in this life." Man Tianxing, a famous nerdy reporter in the capital, also bowed and said respectfully.
Hong Tianxi is famous all over the world for his iron-faced censorship. This is the first time I heard someone compare him to Mr. Anle in this way.
His face started to burn, thinking that Liu Yunliang was laughing at him.
However, when he next heard Liu Yunliang and Yang Tao's explanations, as well as the words of the famous nerdy reporter in the capital, he felt more or less excited.
You must know that Confucianism emphasizes cultivating one's moral character, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world.
Although Shao Yong did not enter officialdom, he still stood up for his words.
The "Zuo Zhuan" points out that if you hope to achieve the three immortal things in life and be famous for generations to come, you can only "establish virtue, meritorious service, and words."
Now that Hong Tianxi has been able to achieve moral integrity, his life will not be in vain, and he will be able to be famous for generations to come.
While stroking his beard, he sat down to drink tea and shook his head: "You have given me such praise, which makes me feel guilty. I really haven't done enough."
Several people glanced at each other and were obviously very happy to see Hong Tianxi's gentle appearance and constant stroking of his beard.
"The reason why the traitors in the Song Dynasty did not dare to be arrogant was because of Hong Guan." Yang Tao stepped forward and bowed respectfully again.
Hong Tianxi still stroked his beard and shook his head: "I don't dare, thank you, thank you."
"Although Mr. Anle is able to speak out, he has been poor all his life." Liu Yunliang couldn't help but sigh, "He even only has a thatched nest."
"Although Mr. Anle was poor all his life, he did something to make his legacy last forever." Hong Tianxi bowed respectfully towards the Central Plains again.
Liu Yunliang and others also bowed respectfully to express their respect for Mr. Anle from the Central Plains.
After Liu Yunliang saluted, he thought for a while and then said: "At that time, Fu Xiangguo, Sima Xiangguo, Lu Xiangguo and others saw that Mr. Anle was so poor, so they jointly built a paradise. I heard that this small bridge has flowing water and fields are connected. There are more than thirty housing units alone.”
"I would like to thank you all for buying the garden and occupying the forest spring in Luoyang City. Seven thousand steps to level the water, more than twenty families competed for the money." Lu Wei then read out Mr. Anle's poem of thanks.
The nerdy Man Tianxing suddenly became smart at this moment: "This is the origin of Mr. Anle's comfort zone."
Hong Tianxi fell into deep thought, making people wonder what he was thinking.
"I heard that the small rented house that Mr. Hong lives in now is not as good as Mr. Anle's thatched hut." Liu Yunliang struck while the iron was hot and said immediately.
Lu Wei immediately followed up: "Previously, the prime ministers sent me paradise, and today the little saint sent me tea money."
"Although the little saint cannot give him a paradise, he still has to give him a place to set up a cone." Yang Tao bowed solemnly.
Man Tianxing picked up the delivery card from the coffee table and handed it to Hong Tianxi solemnly: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. This is the intention of the little saint. No matter how poor Hong Guan is, he must have a place to stand."
"Please accept it, Mr. Hong. This is the little saint's wish." Liu Yunliang, Yang Tao, and Lu Wei bowed solemnly.
This thousand pick-up card obviously cannot buy a paradise, but it is basically enough to buy a two-entry house.
Hong Tianxi thought about it and realized that his family was still living in a small rented house.
I promise to buy a house to my family every year, but it still doesn't come true every year.
After all, he was only a seventh-grade censor, and he was a clean student. House prices in the capital were extremely expensive. Even if he lived without food or drink for the rest of his life, he might not have the money to buy a house.
Fortunately, Mrs. Hong Yuanshi was reasonable and knew clearly that Hong Tianxi was coaxing her, but she still pretended to be happy.
It's just that Hong Yuanshi secretly wiped away her tears because her youngest son was engaged, and the woman's only request was a place to stay.
What is a place to stay? How can a rented house be called a place to stay?
Only your own home is the place to stay, because it is a place that truly belongs to you.
After thinking about it, Hong Tianxi hesitated again and again, and finally accepted the Qianguan pick-up card.
Although he accepted the thousand-guan pick-up card, Hong Tianxi solemnly said: "This thousand-guan pick-up card, I can only say that I borrowed it from the little saint, and I will try my best to return it in the future. But if I was asked to do something for the little saint, I would hit my head against a pillar and die." above."
"The little saint respects Hong Guanren as an iron-faced censor. Thinking that Hong Guanren has been poor all his life, he expressed his feelings a little bit." Liu Yunliang and the four of them bowed solemnly again and said in unison with serious expressions.
Hong Tianxi's face was pale and his expression was a little stiff: "I haven't done anything to help the little saint, but I got the housing fund. I deserve it, and I deserve it."
Seeing that Hong Tianxi felt uncomfortable, Lu Wei personally poured Hong Tianxi a cup of Drunken Spring Breeze tea and said respectfully: "The iron-faced censor is full of righteousness, which makes the Song Dynasty China News full of inspiration. Tomorrow's newspaper news will impress readers even more."
Hong Tianxi felt sad while drinking the tea made by Lu Wei. For a moment, the ups and downs came to his heart, and he felt that this drunken spring breeze was no longer as good as in the private room with Mou Zicai.
Seeing that Hong Tianxi felt uncomfortable, Lu Wei waved his hand again, and another piano girl came in holding a guqin.
She bowed to Hong Tianxi and meditated for ten breaths, then waved her delicate hand gently, and the song "Between Mountains and Rivers" suddenly filled the entire hall.
Everyone was speechless, everyone drank tea and listened to "Between Mountains and Rivers" together.
As the music deepens, they feel as if they are stepping onto a painted boat. White cranes soar in the sky, green mountains are reflected in the water, and grass carp and carp shuttle freely in the water.
"Between Mountains and Rivers" finally ends, and the lingering sound lingers as if it has been lingering for three days.
At this time, Hong Tianxi's restless heart finally stopped, as if he had reached the point where his heart was still.
Suddenly Hong Tianxi patted his head and thought of what Mou Zicai had painted in the private room.
He pointed at Qin Nu and winked.
Lu Wei knew his concerns, nodded, waved his hand, and asked Qin Nu to go out.
Seeing Qin Nu finally going out, Hong Tianxi breathed a sigh of relief.
He dipped his fingers in the tea and drew the four paintings on the coffee table as they were.
Lu Wei, Yang Tao and the other four looked at each other and fell into deep thought.
It was so quiet at this moment that you could hear a pin drop.
"Mr. Hong Guan, I want to ask, what does this mean?" Lu Wei was the first to break the silence, bowed his hands and asked respectfully.
Hong Tianxi's expression was extremely painful, and he bowed his hands in the direction of the palace: "The official is ill and has not been in court for many days."
"What, the official is ill and has not been able to go to court for many days?" Lu Wei was shocked and asked with a bow.
Hong Tianxi seemed to be blaming himself: "After I found out that Qin Hui was a spy, I wrote a letter asking for the impeachment of this traitor. I didn't expect that the official would get sick."
"The official heard that he was in his prime, why did he get sick?" Lu Wei walked around the coffee table several times.
He suddenly stopped walking, stepped forward and took a closer look at the four paintings, and suddenly realized: "This is a heart disease of the officials."
"It's the official's problem." Yang Tao looked at the four paintings and nodded in agreement.
Liu Yunliang and Man Tianxing also stepped forward to take a look and nodded together: "The official family is suffering from a heart problem."
"Alas, the official's illness is not serious, and even the imperial doctor can't cure it now. I don't know what to do." Hong Tianxi said, feeling jealous and feeling weak all over, sitting heavily on the chair.
