While Hong Tianxi was thinking, his Sanlang, Hong Yongtong, looked at him with piercing eyes.
This is a difficult problem, with the Little Saint on one side and the Song Dynasty on the other.
The fact that Mei Shou could say this shows that he has made up his mind to follow the little saint until dark.
What I am is an upright iron-faced censor, the most famous censor in the Song Dynasty, and a clear stream among the clear streams.
I have integrity and limits.
He sighed and said to Hong Yongtong: "Sanlang, my father is the censor. If I join the National Protection Society, how can outsiders see my father as the censor."
"Reporting to my father, expelling the barbarians and returning China to me is not inconsistent with the imperial censor." Hong Yongtong looked persistent, "They are all doing things for the Song Dynasty and restoring the glory of the Song Dynasty."
Hong Tianxi almost couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. What he never expected was that his son would transform into a completely different person in less than a stick of incense.
You know, for the sake of his son's future, he and Mou Zicai specially discussed it and discussed it.
And his son has completely turned to the National Protection Society from now on.
Oh, my son has not only turned to the National Protectorate Society, but also to the Little Saint.
Son, it was your idea to turn to the little saint, so why do you want to drag your father over?
You know, as the head of the family, he has always been the one to teach his son.
Unexpectedly, when he came here, he would be lectured by his son.
He raised his right hand, trying to slap Saburo to wake him up.
But this is in full view of the public, and doing so will definitely hurt his son's face.
And if he does it, it will damage his clean image.
He changed the direction of his right hand, picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip of tea, and tried to wake himself up.
Now that the son has grown up, it is no longer an era where he can be educated with a ruler. He must be persuaded with reasons.
"Sanlang, what is a censor?" Hong Tianxi thought for a while, sighed, and said in a very serious tone, "Only Gu Chen is the best censor."
In his opinion, only by having nothing to do with anyone can you be selfless and broad-minded, and only then can you calmly bully others.
But Hong Yongtong was not persuaded by him. Instead, he asked: "Dad, you are a lonely minister. Isn't the little saint not a lonely minister?"
"The little saint is also a lonely minister? Why do I think he is a lonely minister?" Hong Tianxi felt that letting Sanlang come out was the biggest mistake in his life, as if he was possessed by a demon, "If he doesn't have soldiers, horses, and a workshop, how can he be regarded as a lonely minister? Woolen cloth?"
"Dad, of course you are a lonely minister, but you are lonely only for yourself. The little saint is lonely for the sake of the world." Hong Yongtong looked a little excited and immediately retorted.
Of course, the old man is lonely for himself, and this is the real loneliness; the little saint is lonely for the world, do you want to call yourself alone?
But these words were so rebellious that he couldn't say them out. Instead, he recited a poem: "Birds are flying across thousands of mountains, and people are coming from thousands of miles away. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
He used the poem of Liu Zongyuan, a poet of the former Tang Dynasty, to express his lofty ambitions and his will to fight to the end rather than being alone.
Although this kind of loneliness is almost despairing, with no understanding and no support, he is willing.
This is his life-long goal, even if it results in a broken head and blood.
He has always required himself to follow the words and deeds of the sage Confucius, to be quiet and have few desires, in order to safeguard the official family, safeguard the Song Dynasty, and let the foundation of the Song Dynasty last forever.
"Although there are thousands of people, I am going." Hong Tianxi felt the extreme loneliness in his heart and couldn't help but say this.
Upon hearing this, Mou Zicai and Mei Shou looked at each other, came to Hong Tianxi hand in hand, and bowed solemnly to him.
Hong Tianxi is indeed worthy of being the iron-faced censor, and his lonely Mou Zicai naturally understands Mei Shou.
The two of them greatly admired his character and couldn't help but bowed forward to express their admiration.
Liu Yunliang couldn't help but frown. He didn't expect that this iron-faced censor was not called for nothing.
Although he did not encourage Hong Yongtong to recruit Hong Tianxi into the National Protection Society, he also hoped that Hong Tianxi would join the National Protection Society.
In fact, he is already doing well. Lin'an officials such as Jiang Zheng and Mei Shou have already joined the National Protection Society.
But Mei Shou is just a promotion official in Lin'an Mansion, and Jiang Zheng is a petty official. At most, he can only be regarded as a group of petty people in Lin'an Mansion.
What does this mean? It means that the National Protector Society has little influence and has not yet been taken seriously by court officials.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Mou Zicai and Hong Tianxi.
Although the two men were not of high moral character, they had considerable influence in the court.
One is a common man next to the official family, and the other is the most famous iron-faced censor in the Song Dynasty.
If these two people can join the Huguo Society, does it mean that the Huguo Society is valued or even recognized by court officials?
Thinking of this, although Liu Yunliang was drinking tea, his eyes were fixed on Hong Yongtong, hoping that he would convince his father.
Hong Tianxi was indeed worthy of being known as "Jiang Shilao Lao Lao Spicy". His sigh just now actually won the recognition and respect of the two court officials present.
Seeing that Hong Yongtong still has a lot of bookish temperament on his face, it is obvious that he has a very bookish temperament.
What Hong Tianxi just said not only held great meaning, but was also extremely touching.
Compared with Hong Tianxi, Hong Yongtong is obviously like a fledgling boy. Can he convince his father?
Thinking of this, he put down the tea cup and looked at Hong Yongtong without blinking to see how he could resolve Hong Tianxi's heavy blow.
But seeing Hong Yongtong's actions, Liu Yunliang couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be that Hong Yongtong wanted to admit defeat?
Hong Yongtong came to his father, and also came to Hong Tianxi, and bowed solemnly: "My father has lofty aspirations, and the child admires him."
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect his son to admit defeat like this.
Just now, he was a little uncomfortable because of Hong Yongtong's obsession, and now he feels even more regretful when he sees his son shrinking back.
Thinking of this, he looked at the respectful attitude on his son's face and couldn't help but sigh, with a trace of disappointment on his face.
This is the contradiction of being a father. He hopes that his son will excel and be better than his predecessor, but at the same time he is afraid that his son will surpass him.
Now I see that my son is about to take the final step, but suddenly flinches, and I can't help but shake my head slightly.
"Father's insult reminds the child of another sentence." Hong Yongtong bowed respectfully to Hong Tianxi and expressed his feelings.
As expected, he was indeed my son, and his eyes couldn't help but brighten from a hint of gloominess.
Hong Tianxi thought about it and asked with interest: "Sanlang, if you think of something, you might as well tell your father."
"Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness." As soon as Hong Tianxi finished speaking, his son Hong Yongtong immediately used the famous saying of Fan Wenzhenggong to refute, "The little saint is worried about the world, how can he Are you holding back for personal reasons?"
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He used celebrity quotes to express his feelings, but he didn't expect that his son would immediately use celebrity quotes to retaliate.
Mei Shou looked at the father and son, stroking his beard and nodding in praise: "A tiger father has no dog son."
"Blue is better than blue." Mou Zicai also looked at the father and son, and his words went to a higher level.
Hong Tianxi could not understand the little saint more and more. Not only did his wife praise him, his old friends praised him, but his son even admired him.
He himself believed that he should be a truly lonely minister, but he did not expect that his son would actually lift Fan Wenzheng out to describe the little saint.
I'm so angry, I'm so angry, Hong Tianxi couldn't help but think of this.
After all, he was a well-educated scholar. He immediately sat down, drank tea, and fell into thinking.
As soon as he sat down to drink tea, others sat down too, and no one disturbed him.
His son watched Hong Tianxi sit down. He did not dare to go far and stood beside him respectfully, as if he was listening attentively.
When he saw Hong Yongtong's appearance, he was so angry that he almost vomited out the food in his stomach.
How can you act like a filial parent? You clearly made your father so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
But his expression cannot be shown, and he must show a fatherly and filial look.
Seeing Mou Zicai next to him, he couldn't help but have an idea.
His son has been shouldered by him now, and he wants to see how Mou Ziyi can take care of himself.
Mou Ziyi watched the father and son competing, but he couldn't help but intervene, and then he concentrated on drinking tea.
Seeing Mou Ziyi acting like he was careless about the matter, Hong Tianxi rolled his eyes. He must not let him be so carefree.
He bowed to Mou Ziyi with a mysterious smile: "Cunsou, if your Sanlang asks you to join the National Protection Society, what should you do?"
Mou Ziyi's Sanlang was about the same age as Hong Tianxi's Sanlang, and Mou Ziyi also wanted to ask Hong Tianxi to take care of his Sanlang Mou Jie.
Hearing what Hong Tianxi said, Mou Ziyi couldn't help but smile bitterly. He obviously couldn't ignore it now.
"You can join, but there are conditions." He thought for a while, returned the favor, and expressed his thoughts.
After saying that, he lowered his head and drank tea.
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but frown. You only said half of what you said. You can join, but you have to set conditions. The key is what the conditions are.
You must not let him go because of this, he speaks hesitantly.
Hong Tianxi frowned and bowed his hands patiently: "Cunsou, what are your conditions?"
"First, we must be loyal to the Song Dynasty. If anyone wants to come here in the Song Dynasty, I will kill them in front of them. Secondly, we must take back our homeland such as the Central Plains and the North. Since we say we will expel the barbarians and return China to us, we must do it. Arrive. Third, the Protectorate Society must reveal my name. This is the bottom line." Mou Zicai answered calmly while stroking his beard.
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but be stunned. He put forward three conditions in one breath, obviously he had already thought them through.
Hong Tianxi couldn't help but glance at Mou Zicai, and then fell into deep thought.
After hearing Mou Zicai put forward this condition, Mei Shou couldn't help but turn his attention to Liu Yunliang, the vice president.
He wanted to see how Liu Yunliang handled the matter.
Whether this National Protection Society really wants to take back its homeland or has other ideas, we will know immediately.
Liu Yunliang nodded to Mei Shou: "Of course we must agree to these. They are important ministers of the imperial court, so naturally they have to agree."
Mei Shou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the little saint really had no idea about the Song Dynasty and was bent on taking back his homeland.
But Mei Shou's wish is more than that. It would be best if the little saint eliminates the barbarians and restores the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Hong Tianxi thought for a while, looked at Hong Yongtong who was standing respectfully against him, and nodded.
"Dad, did you agree?" Hong Yongtong couldn't help but be overjoyed and bowed his hands respectfully. Hong Tianxi couldn't help but feel at a loss. He was originally quite a loner, but he didn't expect that his son would drag him into joining this national protection society.
He nodded while drinking tea, wondering whether this was right or wrong.
Several years later, he discovered that a small decision had changed his life.
It’s just that this matter is a story for later, so I won’t mention it here for now.
Seeing that his father had agreed, Hong Yongtong struck while the iron was hot.
"Uncle Mou, what are your thoughts?" He came to Mou Zicai and bowed respectfully to Mou Zicai.
Mou Zi glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Didn't I just say that?"
In Qingtang City, snowflakes are flying in the sky.
A group of security guards were patrolling, and suddenly screams came from the human room.
That was the voice of a little woman. She was begging for mercy and screaming in agony.
The sound was extremely miserable, as if it came from hell.
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