Mou Zi then looked around and said in a very low voice: "Shh, keep your voice down."
"There is no one around here. I saw it." Hong Tianxi looked around and nodded.
Mou Zicai thought for a while and whispered: "A great talent is almost an all-around talent."
"Of course I know. I want to know, can the little saint be considered a clean sage?" Thinking of being scolded by his wife at home, he felt uncomfortable, and wanted to get the answer from his old friend.
Mou Zicai thought about it again and said quietly: "He is obviously not a clear stream like us, but another kind of clear stream."
"Another kind of clear stream? I don't understand." Hong Tianxi didn't expect that Mou Zicai was similar to Madam, so he couldn't help but continue to ask.
"We are also Qingliu." Mou Zicai nodded: "But the little sage is different from us."
"The pattern is different." Hong Tianxi still didn't give up, "What's the difference?"
"We are limited to the imperial court, but the little saint focuses on the world." Mou Zi thought about it for a while, and the answer he came up with was almost the same as his wife.
Hong Tianxi suddenly read this poem, and after finishing it, he watched Mou Zicai's reaction: "The Duke of Zhou is afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang is humble and does not usurp the time."
This poem was written by Bai Juyi of the previous dynasty. Before Wang Mang usurped the throne, he was very courteous and courteous. Everyone praised him as a gentleman, even more so than the Duke of Zhou.
However, those who praised him never expected that Wang Mang would usurp the throne in the end?
"Jun Chou is right." Mou Zicai admitted the meaning of his poem, but the next sentence changed, "But the little saint did not weaken the Song Dynasty, but helped the Song Dynasty wholeheartedly. Not only did Zhaojiazhuang pay the most taxes, but he also resisted in Xi County Hu people. Even the Hanging Garden in the capital, the Zui Chunfeng Teahouse, the Jingyuan Restaurant and many workshops were all run in partnership with the officials."
"The little saint is indeed wholeheartedly helping the Song Dynasty, but his strength is already there," Hong Tianxi looked around and said cautiously, "What if someone wants to add a yellow robe to him?"
"It is possible to wear a yellow robe." Mou Zicai pondered for a moment, and then said, "The scholars of the Song Dynasty supported him because he wholeheartedly resisted the Hu. If he wanted to become emperor in the Song Dynasty, he would be criticized by thousands of people, and I would definitely hit him head-on. Die in front of him."
"If he dares to do this, I will crash to death in front of him." Hong Tianxi nodded, feeling this deeply, and said decisively.
Mou Zi nodded and gave Hong Tianxi an appreciative look: "If the little saint does this, he will definitely not get the support of the scholars of the Song Dynasty. He has only one way, marching into the Central Plains. If the little saint can regain the north, it will also fulfill Fang Weng's lifelong wish. "
"That's true. If the Song Dynasty wanted to recover, it would have been recovered long ago. However, more than a hundred years later, the capital is still in the south, and the Song Dynasty still prefers the south. Alas, the only hope of regaining the Central Plains now lies in the little saint." When Hong Tianxi said this, his tone was extremely heavy and he sighed deeply.
Mou Zicai nodded, his tone full of joy: "Except for the Little Saint, no one in the Song Dynasty has this ability. If the Little Saint takes back the Central Plains, he will also take back the Central Plains and the North of the Song Dynasty."
"If we take back the Central Plains, the Song Dynasty will also wipe away the shadow that has been suppressed by the Hu people for more than a hundred years, and let go of the past cowardice. It will also restore the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties." Hong Tianxi nodded, feeling the same.
When the two of them talked about this, they became happier and happier.
Mou Zicai waved his right hand and couldn't help but recite a poem: "The remaining people's tears are all in the dust, and they look south to the king's division for another year."
"Master Wang sets the day of the Central Plains in the north. Don't forget to tell Nai Weng during family sacrifices." Hong Tianxi also waved his right hand and then recited another poem by Lu You.
After the two recited the poem, they couldn't help laughing, and all the knots in their hearts were suddenly opened.
Mou Zicai looked at Hong Tianxi and smiled mysteriously: "Junchou, you brought Sanlang here, do you have another plan?"
"I'm just bringing him here to see the world. It's better than staying at home and studying every day." Hong Tianxi looked at Mou Zicai with a look of astonishment on his face, "Cunsou, what are you talking about? I don't understand?"
"Jun Chou, do you still want to hide it from me?" Mou Zicai saw Hong Tianxi's look, as if he didn't know, but he was worried and continued to ask.
"Cun Sou, to be honest, I want to give Sanlang a way out." Hong Tianxi saw Mou Zicai's strange expression and sighed, his tone full of envy, "Sanlang may not be destined to be a Jinshi in this life, and the sons in my family are far inferior to you. My son is so talented, I heard he has started writing books."
Mou Zicai wrote the "Chengzhai Collection", and his son Mou Xun was also a great scholar and was writing the "Lingyang Collection".
Mou Zicai shook his head and sighed: "Jun Chou, please don't praise him. He is just learning from Han Zicang, and he hasn't even scratched the surface yet."
Han Ju is a poet of the Jiangxi School. He is no longer alive today and is the author of the collection of poems "Lingyang Collection".
Mou Xun once worshiped Han Ju as his teacher, and now he continues his teacher's legacy and wants to carry forward "Lingyang Collection".
"I'm already able to write books, so what's the difference?" Hong Tianxi felt embarrassed. He was still busy with his son's affairs, and his son had already started writing books.
There really is no harm if there is no comparison. Comparing people to each other is infuriating.
Mou Zicai saw the annoyance on Hong Tianxi's face and knew that he was feeling uncomfortable.
He hurriedly changed the subject: "Junchou brought Sanlang here. Do you think he would like to invest in the little saint? I don't have the vision."
"Cunsou, don't laugh at me. It's true that Sanlang is dull and will probably fail in the imperial examination. I heard that the little saint holds the scholar examination somewhere, so you might as well let him try his luck." Hong Tianxi smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed. .
Mou Zicai stroked his beard and showed a mysterious smile: "Of course I understand, this will kill two birds with one stone. It will not only give Sanlang a way out, but also form a bond with the little saint."
"Cunsou, what do you mean, I learned from the Zhuge clan of the Three Kingdoms and made bets in the three kingdoms of Wei, Han and Wu respectively? I don't have this idea at all. It's just that Sanlang of mine is dull. I can only take a look. Can you find a way out of the little saint?" Hong Tianxi didn't understand that he obviously wanted to give Sanlang a way out, but this old friend thought too far.
Mou Zicai simply dismissed his statement, and his tone was full of ridicule: "Explanation is a cover-up. Once you have done it, you dare not admit it. It is not a gentleman's behavior."
"It seems that if I don't admit it, I will inevitably become a villain. If I admit it openly, I will kill two birds with one stone." Faced with Mou Zicai's pressing steps, Hong Tianxi could only smile bitterly.
He obviously wanted to give Sanlang a way out, but Mou Zicai just thought that he was betting on the little saint.
Thinking of this, he looked at Mou Zi and asked: "Cunsou, your Sanlang should be able to pass the Jinshi examination this time."
Mu Zicai's Sanlang Mou Jie was about the same age as Hong Tianxi's Sanlang Hong Yongtong, and he was also a three-time candidate.
"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult." Mou Zicai said three words "difficult" in succession, looking at Hong Tianxi and said, "Seeing Junchou bring Sanlang, why didn't I think of this?"
As he spoke, he patted his forehead, showing regret.
Hong Tianxi finally understood the reason why Mou Zicai was running against him. When he saw that he had brought Sanlang to meet the little saint's men, he was a little moved, but he couldn't express it clearly.
"It doesn't matter. Liu Quan, Liu Yunliang and others are all subordinates of the little saint. Cun Sou can bring them at any time if he wants." Hong Tianxi felt relieved and immediately comforted Mou Zicai.
Mou Zicai shook his head, feeling a little downcast: "Today is the best opportunity. Jun Chou and I are here, as well as Liu Mingquan, Mei Zicao and others. How can it be such a good opportunity in the future?"
"It does matter if Liu Mingquan is here, after all, he is a little saint. But what does it have to do with Mei Zicao?" Hong Tianxi looked at Mou Zi with confusion on his face to get the answer.
Mou Zicai also looked puzzled and looked at Hong Tianxi: "Mei Zicao has been active recently, doesn't Junchou know about it?"
"I want to bring down Qin Hui, the great traitor, so I don't have time to pay attention to these developments." Hong Tianxi shook his head and looked at Mou Zicai, wanting to know the answer, "Where does he want to go?"
"Wherever I want to go, of course it's Xi County." Mou Zicai gave the answer, wanting to see Hong Tianxi's reaction.
When Hong Tianxi heard this, his face was shocked and even turned pale.
As he circled the coffee table, he muttered: "Xixian, where is the place where the Hu people are fighting? Isn't he afraid that Xixian will be attacked?"
"I heard that the little sage is also in Xixian. I wonder if he has returned to Chengdu now. The little sage can stay in Xixian for a long time. Xixian is safe for the time being." Mou Zi thought about it and analyzed it.
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but praise: "This man is in his prime and dares to take risks. But does the court agree?"
"The imperial court is eager for someone to go to Xi County. After all, the imperial court of Xi County believes that the little saint can hold the sky with one hand, and it has long hoped that someone would arrange for an official to be a nail in Xi County." Mou Zicai shook his head, feeling that Hong Tianxi was too simple-minded and was only thinking about bombing. Damn it, I don't even have the heart to pay attention to this.
When he saw Hong Tianxi bringing Sanlang, he initially thought he wanted to please the little saint.
Now it seems that Hong Tianxi is indeed a true gentleman who does things openly and has no such thoughts at all.
Since Hong Tianxi doesn’t have this idea, who does?
I heard that although Hong Tianxi had the image of a stern censor in the court, his family was afraid of the roar of the lion from Hedong.
Hong Yuan was not only talented and beautiful, but also received fifty acres of fertile land as a dowry, and her income was even higher than Hong Tianxi's salary, making Hong Tianxi a congenital dwarf.
The key point is that Hong Yuanshi has extraordinary knowledge. Is this Hong Yuanshi’s idea?
Thinking of this, he didn't know whether he felt pain for Hong Tianxi, luck, or sympathy, so he could only shake his head.
Hong Tianxi has been sizing up Mou Zicai. Of course he doesn't know what Mou Zicai is thinking.
He shook his head when he saw Mou Zi, thinking that he was not optimistic about Mei Shou.
He thought for a while, frowned and asked: "Cunsou, don't you think highly of Mei Zicao? Could it be that he will be ostracized by the little saint, after all, he is an official appointed by the imperial court?"
"Exclusion, you are overthinking it." Mou Zicai shook his head, with a smile on his face, "How could the little saint be so big-hearted, how could he be excluded?"
"Cunsou, I saw you shaking your head just now. Do you want to hide it?" Hong Tianxi felt a little strange and stared at Mou Zicai.
Mou Zicai continued to shake his head: "I am laughing at the idiots in the imperial court. They think that arranging a county magistrate can change the situation in Xi County. How stupid."
"What do you mean by Cun Sou, the imperial court can change the situation in Xi County by replacing all the officials in Xi County?" Hong Tianxi was even more puzzled, frowning and squinting at Mou Zicai.
Mou Zicai still shook his head and asked instead, "Do you know any mountains near Xi County?"
"Xixian, the most famous thing in Xixian is Dingjun Mountain. What's wrong with this?" Hong Tianxi thought for a while, rubbed his forehead, and finally gave the answer.
Mou Zi nodded, looked at Hong Tianxi with interest, and continued to ask: "Whose hands is Dingjun Mountain now?"
"Dingjun Mountain, Dingjun Mountain?" Hong Tianxi thought for a moment, then suddenly hit the coffee table with his hand, causing the teacup to jump. "Dingjun Mountain must still be in the hands of the little saint."
Mou Zicai smiled and continued to ask: "Why is Junchou so sure? What if it is in the hands of barbarians?"
"Dingjun Mountain is a battleground for military strategists. I heard that when Shu Han came out of Sichuan, the first thing they captured was Dingjun Mountain. Where Dingjun Mountain is, Xi County is there; if Dingjun Mountain is lost, Xi County will be lost. Xi County will be lost." If it is still in the hands of the little saint, then Dingjun Mountain must still be in the hands of the little saint." Hong Tianxi was a little dissatisfied before Mou Zi looked down upon him and peeled off the cocoons for analysis.
As he spoke, he looked at Mou Zicai with a mocking look on his face.
Mou Zicai saw Hong Tianxi's somewhat proud look, but did not pay attention to it, but continued to torture him: "What do you gain from winning Dingjun Mountain? I wonder if Junchou has heard of it?"
"What can you gain from Dingjun Mountain?" Hong Tianxi frowned tightly, pondered for a long time, and suddenly realized, then shook his head, "If you have Dingjun Mountain, you can gain Hanzhong, but Hanzhong is still in the hands of the Hu people. Where is the base camp of the Hu people? Listen, It is said that there is an army of 500,000 barbarians.”
"It is indeed possible to have an army of half a million Hu people," Mou Zicai nodded and continued to remind, "But the little sage has been fighting with the Hu people for several months, and the Hu people have not captured Xi County and Dingjun Mountain. You Think about it, what would happen?”
"This is very difficult, let me think about it." Hong Tianxi walked around the coffee table, touching his chin and moving his eyes.
Mou Zicai ignored him and sat beside the coffee table, drinking tea peacefully.
Hong Tianxi walked around a few times, thought for a while, looked at Mou Zi who was drinking tea, and then gave the answer: "I feel that Xixian County and Dingjun Mountain have been in the hands of little saints for a long time, and Hanzhong Mansion has been in the hands of barbarians for a long time."
He dare not say that the little sage abandoned Xi County. After all, Xi County is the gate of Sichuan. If it is abandoned, the barbarians will drive straight in through the Shu Road.
The west gate of the Song Dynasty was breached by the barbarians, and he did not dare to resemble him. This was too tragic.
After all, in the past, the Hu people regarded Chengdu, a land of abundance, as their back garden, where they could come and leave whenever they wanted.
"Jun Chou, this is one possibility. Have you ever thought about another possibility?" Mou Zicai nodded and looked at him and asked.
When Hong Tianxi heard this, his face could not help but turn pale. He stood looking at Mou Zicai who was still drinking tea calmly: "The West County is lost. This is impossible. The little sage has been fighting with the barbarians for several months and has not lost the West county." County, how could it be lost?"
"Crow's Mouth, why are you talking like that?" Mou Zicai frowned, put down his tea cup, stood up from his seat, stared at him and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why haven't you thought about it, the little saint took Hanzhong Mansion?"
"How is this possible? There are half a million barbarian troops in Hanzhong Mansion. How can the little saint capture it?" Hong Tianxi shook his head and murmured.
Mou Zicai nodded and asked, "What if there is such a possibility?"
"To win Hanzhong Mansion is to win the world. Obviously, the little saint cannot compete with the Song Dynasty for the world, so he will definitely march into the Central Plains." At this point, his worried face suddenly turned into excitement, and he hit the coffee table with his right hand. , the teacup fell.
It was as if his right hand was in pain, and his left hand kept stroking his right hand, looking at Mou Zi with some embarrassment.
Mou Zicai nodded and looked at him with admiration: "Jun Chou, think about it, if the little saint marches into the Central Plains, what will be Mei Zicao's future?"
"Could it be, could it be, could it be..." Hong Tianxi opened his mouth wide and seemed to have forgotten to close it. He really didn't dare to look like him and didn't dare to speak any more.
Mou Zi nodded, looking at his face with a smile on his face, and then regretted: "He obviously went for that position, otherwise why would he take the initiative to think of Xi County? It's a pity that I am already old, otherwise, otherwise."
Later, when he looked at Hong Tianxi's dumbfounded eyes, he felt a little embarrassed.
"So I think it is an opportunity for Sanlang to go to Xixian County to try." Seeing Hong Tianxi's incredulous look, he hurriedly changed the topic back.
Hong Tianxi nodded, thought for a while, and touched his beard, which already had a few white beards: "I am also old, so I only have a chance to give Sanlang and the others a chance."
"It's a pity that I didn't bring my Sanlang here this time." Mou Zicai raised the matter again, looking at Hong Tianxi and shaking his head with a look of regret, "There will be less opportunities to get to know Mei Zicao in the future."
"What's the problem? I'll take care of this matter." Hong Tianxi nodded, patted his chest, and took care of everything.
Mou Zicai looked at Hong Tianxi with confusion on his face: "What should I do about this matter?" Mobile phone users please browse Zongheng Song Mo for a better user experience.
