Mou Zi looked around and said in a very low voice: "Shh, whisper."

"There is no one around here, I have looked at it." Hong Tianxi looked around and nodded.

Mou Zicai thought about it and whispered: "A great talent, almost an all-rounder."

"Of course I know. I want to know, can the little saint calculate the clear stream?" He felt uncomfortable when he thought of being scolded by his wife at home, and thought of getting the answer from his friend.

Mou Zicai thought about it again and whispered: "It is obvious that he is not a clear stream like us, but another kind of clear stream."

"Another kind of clear stream? I don't understand." Hong Tianxi did not expect that Mou Zicai was somewhat similar to his wife, so he couldn't help but continue asking.

"We are also clear water." Mou Zicai nodded: "But the little saint is different from ours."

"The pattern is different." Hong Tianxiu still didn't give up, "Where is different?"

"We are limited to the court, while the little saint is focused on the world." Mou Zi thought about it, and the answer he got was actually similar to his wife.

Hong Tianxi suddenly read this poem, and after he finished speaking, he watched Mou Zicai's reaction: "Donald Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble and respectful before the time was usurped."

This poem was written by Bai Juyi of the previous dynasty. Wang Mang was very humble and polite before he usurped the throne. Everyone praised him as a gentleman who was even more righteous than Duke Zhou.

However, the praise never expected that Wang Mang would usurp the throne in the end?

"Junchou is right." Mou Zicai admitted the meaning of his poem, but the following sentence changed, "But the little saint did not weaken the Song Dynasty, but was devoted to helping the Song Dynasty. Zhaojiazhuang not only had the most taxes, but also resisted the Hu people in Xixian County. It was the sky garden in the capital, the Zuichunfeng Teahouse, the Jingyuan Restaurant and many workshops, which were organized in partnership with the officials."

"The little saint is really dedicated to helping Da Song, but his strength is already there," Hong Tianxi looked around and said carefully, "What if someone wants to put on his yellow robe?"

"It is possible to wear a yellow robe." Mou Zicai pondered slightly, and then said, "The scholars of the Song Dynasty supported him because he was determined to resist Hu. If he wanted to be emperor in the Song Dynasty, he would be criticized by thousands of people. I would definitely hit him to death."

"If he dares to do this, I will also hit him to death." Hong Tianxi nodded, felt this and said decisively.

Mou Zicai nodded and looked at Hong Tianxi with admiration: "The little saint does this and will definitely not receive the support of the scholars of the Song Dynasty. He only has one way to march into the Central Plains. If the little saint can recover the north, it will be fined to fulfill Fang Weng's lifelong wish."

"This is true. If the Song Dynasty wanted to recover it, it would have been recovered long ago. However, more than a hundred years have passed, the capital is still in the south, and the Song Dynasty is still in the south. Alas, the only hope to recover the Central Plains is to rely on the little saint." Hong Tianxi said this, his tone was extremely heavy and he sighed deeply.

Mou Zicai nodded, his tone full of joy: "Now, except for the little saints of the Song Dynasty, no one has this ability yet. The little saint took back the Central Plains, which would also take back the Central Plains and the north of the Song Dynasty."

"If the Central Plains are taken back, the Song Dynasty will also sweep away the shadows that were suppressed by the Hu people for more than a hundred years, and raise the cowardly spirit of the past. It will also restore the former heroic spirit of the Han and Tang dynasties." Hong Tianxi nodded, feeling deeply.

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Mou Zicai’s Sanlang Mou Jie is about the same age as Hong Tianxi’s Sanlang Hong Yongtong, and is also a three-term juren.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult." Mou Zicai said three words in a row, looking at Hong Tianxi with his eyes, "Why didn't I think of this when I saw Junchou bring Sanlang?"

He said, patting his forehead, showing his regret.

Hong Tianxi finally understood why Mou Zi had to squeeze himself out. Seeing that he brought Sanlang to see the little saint's subordinates, he was a little moved, but it was hard to explain it clearly.

"It's okay, Liu Quan, Liu Yunliang and others are all subordinates of the little saint. Cunsou wants to bring you something that is OK at any time." Hong Tianxi felt relieved, and then comforted Mou Zicai.

Mou Zicai shook his head and was a little dejected: "Today is the best opportunity. Junchou and I are here, Liu Mingquan, Mei Zicao and others are here. Will there be such a good opportunity in the future?"

"If Liu Mingquan is there, it would be related. After all, he is a little saint. But what does it have to do with Mei Zicao?" Hong Tianxi looked puzzled and looked at Mou Zi to get the answer.

Mou Zicai also looked puzzled and looked at Hong Tianxi: "Mei Zicao is having an activity recently, don't Junchou know?"

"I'm determined to bring down Qin Hui, a big traitor, so how can I pay attention to these movements?" Hong Tianxi shook his head and looked at Mou Zicai, wanting to know the answer, "Where did he think of?"

"Where is thinking about it, of course it is Xixian." Mou Zicai said the answer, wanting to see Hong Tianxi's reaction.

When Hong Tianxi heard this, his face was shocked and even a little dizzy.

While he was walking around the coffee table, he chanted: "Xi County, where is the place where the Hu people are fighting? Aren't he afraid that Xi County will be captured?"

"I heard that the little saint is also in Xixian County, but I don't know that I haven't returned to Chengdu now. The little saint can stay in Xixian for a long time, and Xixian is temporarily safe." Mou Zi thought for a while and analyzed it.

Hong Tianxi couldn't help but exclaim: "This person is in his prime and dares to take risks. But does the court agree?"

"The imperial court must not go to Xixian. After all, the Xixian court believes that it is a little saint who covers the sky with one hand and has long hoped that someone will arrange an official to be a nail in Xixian." Mou Zicai shook his head, thinking that Hong Tianxi was too simple and he thought about it all day long, and he had no intention of paying attention to these things.

When he saw Hong Tianxi bringing Saburo, he 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 idea at all.

Since Hong Tianxi doesn’t have this idea, who has this idea?

I heard that although Hong Tianxi was an iron-faced censor in the court, his family was afraid of the roar of the Lion in Hedong.

Hong Yuan's family not only had both talent and beauty, but also had 50 acres of fertile land with a dowry, and their income was even higher than Hong Tianxi's salary, making Hong Tianxi's innate dwarfs of the same class.

The key is that Hong Yuan’s knowledge is extraordinary. Could it be that Hong Yuan’s idea?

Thinking of this, he had to shake his head, whether he felt pain or luck or sympathy for Hong Tianxi.

Hong Tianxi kept looking at Mou Zicai, of course he didn't know what Mou Zicai was thinking.

Seeing Mou Zi, he shook his head and thought he was not optimistic about Mei Shou.

He thought for a while, frowned and asked, "Cunsou, are you not optimistic about Mei Zicao? Could it be that he will be excluded by the little saint? After all, he is an official arranged by the court?"

"Exclusion, you're thinking too much." Mou Zicai shook his head, his face full of smiles, "What a heart for the little saint, how could he exclude him?"

"Cunsou, I saw Ru Mingming shook his head just now. Can't I hide it?" Hong Tianxi felt a little strange and stared at Mou Zicai in front of him.

Mou Zicai continued to shake his head: "I am laughing at the idiots of the imperial court. I think that arranging a magistrate can change the situation in Xi County. How stupid is it."

"Cunsou means that if the imperial court replaces all the officials in Xi County, it will change the situation in Xi County?" Hong Tianxi was even more puzzled, frowned and narrowed his eyes, looking at Mou Zicai.

Mou Zicai still shook his head and asked without answering a question: "Do you know what mountains are near Xi County?"

"Xi County, the most famous one in Xi County is Dingjun Mountain. What's wrong with this?" Hong Tianxi thought for a while, rubbed his forehead, and finally gave the answer.

Mou Zicai nodded, looked at Hong Tianxi with interest, and continued to ask, "Which hand is Dingjunshan now?"

"Dingjun Mountain, Dingjun Mountain?" Hong Tianxi thought for a while, and suddenly beat the tea table with his hand, and the teacup jumped up, "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 the Hu people?"

"Dingjun Mountain is a place that military strategists must fight for. I heard that Shu Han came out of Sichuan and the first one to take it was Dingjun Mountain. Dingjun Mountain is there, Xi County is there; if Dingjun Mountain is lost, Xi County will be lost. Xi County is still in the hands of a little saint, so Dingjun Mountain must be still in the hands of a little saint." Hong Tianxi was a little dissatisfied with Mou Zi, so he looked down on him and peeled off his silk and analyzed it.

As he said, he looked at Mou Zicai with a ridiculous affection on his face.

Mou Zicai saw Hong Tianxi's smug look, and did not care, but continued to torture him: "What are you going to get from Dingjun Mountain? I wonder if Junchou has heard of it?"

"What do you get to get to Dingjun Mountain?" Hong Tianxi frowned tightly, pondered for a long time, suddenly realized, and then shook his head, "Dingjun Mountain has to get to Hanzhong, but Hanzhong is still in the hands of the Hu people. It is not the base camp of the Hu people. I heard that there are 500,000 Hu people's army."

"The army of 500,000 Hu people is indeed possible," Mou Zicai nodded and continued to remind, "But the little saint fought with the Hu people for several months, and the Hu people did not capture Xixian and Dingjun Mountain. Think about it, what will happen?"

"This is very difficult, let me think about it." Hong Tianxi turned around the coffee table, touching his chin, and his eyes kept turning.

Mou Zicai didn't care about him and sat next to the coffee table and drank tea with peace of mind.

Hong Tianxi circled around for a few times, thought for a while, and looked at Mou Zi who was drinking tea before he could answer: "I feel that Xixian and Dingjunshan have been in the hands of little saints for a long time, and Hanzhong Prefecture has been in the hands of Hu people for a long time."

He dared not say that the little saint threw away Xixian. After all, Xixian was the gate of Sichuan. If it was thrown away, the Hu people would drive straight through the Shu Road.

The Ximen of the Song Dynasty was captured by the Hu people, and he dared not be like him. This is too tragic.

After all, in the past, the Hu people regarded Chengdu, the country of Tianfu, as their back garden, and came whenever they wanted to come, and left whenever they wanted to.

"Junchou, this is a possibility, and there is another possibility that you have ever thought about it?" Mou Zicai nodded and stared at him and asked.

When Hong Tianxi heard this, his face was pale. He stood and looked at Mou Zicai, who was still drinking tea with a calm face: "Xi County is lost, it is impossible. The little saint has not lost Xi County for several months, so how could it be lost?"

"Crow's mouth, why do you say this?" Mou Zicai frowned, put down the teacup, stood up from his seat, stared at him and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why haven't you ever thought that the little saint took down Hanzhong Mansion?"

"How is this possible? There is a army of 500,000 Hu people in Hanzhong Prefecture. How can the little saint take it down?" Hong Tianxi shook his head and murmured.

But Mou Zicai nodded and asked, "What if there is such a possibility?"

"Getting Hanzhong Mansion means winning the world. Obviously, the little saint cannot compete with the Song Dynasty, so he will definitely march into the Central Plains." Speaking of this, he was worried that his face suddenly turned into an excited face, and his right hand slammed on the coffee table and the teacup fell down.

It seemed as if his right hand was in pain, and his left hand kept touching his right hand, and he felt embarrassed when he looked at Mou Zi.

Mou Zicai nodded, looked at him with admiration: "Junchou think about it, if the little saint enters the Central Plains, what is the future of Mei Zicao?"

"Can't it be, can't it be..." Hong Tianxi opened his mouth wide, as if he forgot to close his mouth. He really dared not like him and dared not continue to talk.

Mou Zicai nodded, looked at his face full of smiles, and then felt a little regretful: "He obviously went to that location, otherwise why did he take the initiative to think of Xixian? Unfortunately, I am old, otherwise, otherwise."

After speaking, he looked at Hong Tianxi's stunned eyes and felt a little embarrassed.

"So I think it would be an opportunity to ask Sanlang to go to Xixian County to try it." Seeing Hong Tianxi's incredible gaze, he hurriedly turned the topic back.

Hong Tianxi nodded, thought for a while, and touched the beard that already had a small amount of white beard: "I am old, so I can only give Saburo and the others a chance."

"It's a pity that I didn't bring my Saburo this time." Mou Zicai raised this matter again, looking at Hong Tianxi, shook his head with a look of regret, "There will be fewer opportunities to meet Mei Zifu in the future."

"What's the problem? I'm responsible for this." Hong Tianxi nodded, patted his chest, and took a big bag.
Chapter completed!