Chapter three hundred and fortieth eight, the heart is like a stone to see the sea
The Pan Family Courtyard is located at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain in the western suburbs of Yanjing City, with mountains on its back and water on its back, giving it excellent Feng Shui.
The whitewashed walls, black tiles, bluestone floor tiles and the silent old locust tree in front of the door all quietly demonstrate the splendor and glory of the Pan family's ancestors.
This family is like the old locust tree in front of the door, with lush branches and capable people.
Since the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, the Pan family has produced sixteen Jinshi and three Hanlin scholars. It can be said that it is a hairpin family.
For such a family, every brick and tile in its old house silently conveys the suffocating aura of wealth.
In the corner door, a plump and luxurious woman wearing a peony cheongsam was waiting quietly, holding a red Chanel handbag.
The Pan family still retains the rules from the Republic of China. Anyone who comes to visit the house must first send a greeting card and have it conveyed by the concierge.
While the woman was waiting, Fang Ming arrived with Yan Qingcheng.
The woman raised her head, her eyes swept over the two of them, and finally landed on Yan Qingcheng.
Pei Nanping is a very popular figure in the socialite circle of Beijing.
Her grandfather served two terms as State Councilor, and her husband Wang Junyao was also the Deputy Minister of Construction. Her noble background made Pei Nanping carry a noble and aggressive character wherever she went.
Coming to see Mr. Pan today, Pei Nanping finally showed a rare anxiety in the small concierge, just like a primary school student nervously waiting for the announcement of final exam results.
However, this embarrassment disappeared the moment he saw Yan Qingcheng, and was replaced by a sense of hostility.
If a beautiful woman has an enemy, it can only be someone more beautiful than her.
Yan Qingcheng was wearing a double-breasted thin white casual windbreaker with a yellow cotton T-shirt underneath. Her long hair was draped casually over her shoulders. She was youthful and beautiful with a touch of luxury.
Pei Nanping's heart felt like something pricked her heart. She couldn't help but look at Yan Qingcheng a few more times, smiled slightly and said, "Miss Yan, nice to meet you."
Yan Qingcheng had recognized Pei Nanping a long time ago. She was not originally prepared to strike up a conversation with such a woman who relied on her husband and wife. When the other party took the initiative to greet her, Yan Qingcheng just nodded calmly and said with a smile: "Good morning, Sister Pei."
After saying that, Yan Qingcheng took Fang Ming's arm and subconsciously took a step back, just enough to block Pei Nanping's searching gaze.
Pei Nanping smiled coldly, and she spoke again: "It's really difficult to meet Mr. Pan."
As if to confirm her words, in less than a minute, the concierge came out and sent a message: "The old man needs to rest for a while. Sister Pei, you'd better come back another day."
Pei Nanping stepped aside angrily, but she did not leave and sat down on the bench in the concierge.
A woman is an extremely jealous and curious animal.
Pei Nanping refused to leave, so she just wanted to stay and see if Yan Qingcheng would be as frustrated as she was.
Fang Ming and Yan Qingcheng were both smart people. They looked at each other with sighs in their eyes.
To be precise, it is compassion.
An aristocratic lady who was well-dressed, well-off, and well-off, had such boring thoughts hidden in her heart, and her moral character began to decline.
"Miss Yan, Mr. Pan is not seeing any guests." The concierge said to himself before Yan Qingcheng could speak.
Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly, with bright eyes and white teeth, looking forward to it: "Brother, could you please bring this piece of Go in and tell Mr. Pan that someone broke the promise in the Nanhu game ten years ago."
The younger brother was confused, but seeing that Yan Qingcheng was very cautious, he took the Go chess and trotted into the inner courtyard.
"Miss Yan, Mr. Pan doesn't see any outsiders at all." Pei Nanping sighed quietly.
Yan Qingcheng held Fang Ming's arm, not even the corner of her eye fell on Pei Nanping, as if the other person was air.
Pei Nanping finally got angry. She folded her arms in front of her chest and refused to leave. She wanted to see the miserable situation of Yan Qingcheng who was rejected.
The Yan family is just a business family, there is nothing to be proud of. I, Pei Nanping, call you eldest lady, which is really a compliment to you.
The more Pei Nanping thought about it, the more she looked forward to the arrival of the concierge, so that she could save her unbalanced and broken heart.
The concierge finally arrived. He walked humbly in front of Yan Qingcheng and said a word. Pei Nanping's face, covered with makeup and powder, immediately swelled exaggeratedly and was covered with tiny cracks.
How can this be possible?
What kind of magic did Yan Qingcheng use? Pan Lao, who rarely saw foreigners, actually received them alone.
The door slowly closed, and the figures of Yan Qingcheng and Fang Ming disappeared. Pei Nanping felt an unprecedented sense of loss in her heart. The door was like a dividing line, separating her from the outside forever.
"Huh." Yan Qingcheng inside let out a long breath, which was very satisfying.
Fang Ming shook her hand, and the two of them smiled knowingly. The scene just now was like a small episode, and a difficult showdown would follow.
Pass through the flower hall and come to the antique living room.
An energetic old man with gold-rimmed glasses, snow-white hair, was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, as quiet as a mountain.
Quietness, a kind of quiet power made the two of them slow down unconsciously and walked gently to Pan Tianhan.
"Sit." Pan Tianhan pointed to the Grand Master's chair next to him. Yan Qingcheng and Fang Ming bowed and sat down.
Pan Tianhan looked at Liangyan Qingcheng and asked, "Little girl, your father didn't come."
Yan Qingcheng replied neither humble nor arrogantly: "Mr. Pan, it doesn't matter who comes, what matters is that this endgame must continue."
Pan Tianhan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Yan Qingcheng with a smile, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly, stood up, and pulled Fang Ming in front of her.
"Fang Ming, please accompany Mr. Pan to solve this mess."
Hearing the word "Fang Ming", Pan Tianhan's eyes flashed with light. He understood everything, but he didn't say anything. He even skipped greetings and waved his hand directly: "Please."
Fang Ming was in charge of black and Pan Tianhan was in charge of white. The two of them quickly restored the mess that had happened back then.
The entire chess game presents a brutal, close-quarters fight.
Black's big dragon advances into White's middle plate with a rainbow of momentum. However, the open space around the dragon is eaten away by White one by one. Black has two options in front of it. One is to hold on to the middle plate and play steadily. , to recover the surrounding lost ground, and the second is to continue to advance, disrupt the chess game, and seize chestnuts from the fire.
The sunspot in Fang Ming's hand hung in the air and did not fall down. He was like a sculpture, lost in thought.
Yan Qingcheng looked at Fang Ming concentrating on thinking, and suddenly felt distressed for no reason.
Fang Tianhao is missing, Fang Wenqiang is injured, and now the entire Fang family falls on the shoulders of Fang Ming alone.
Seeing him indecisive and distressed, Yan Qingcheng wanted to stand up many times, take Fang Ming's hand and leave, throwing away all fame, wealth, power and affection.
Pan Tianhan's face was stern, and he said coldly: "Young man, have you thought about it?"
"I've thought about it." Fang Ming let out a long breath, and the sunspot in his hand landed heavily on Pan Tianhan's middle plate.
Attack, the method Fang Ming chose was to attack.
Pan Tianhan is extremely intelligent and a proficient official, so it would be unwise to compete with him for gains and losses.
Attack, crazy attack, disrupt the entire chess game, the more chaotic the better.
Fang Ming's black pieces were like mercury pouring down the ground, and his attacks were as sharp as lightning. He attacked in separate directions, constantly devouring and encroaching on the enemy's hinterland, and his own hinterland was also bitten to death by Pan Tianhan.
Jiang Gui's character becomes stronger with age, while Pan Tianhan is seventy years old, but his skills do not look old at all.
The attacks of the two became more and more crazier, but their shots became slower and slower, and the number of long tests became more and more frequent.
The game of chess was played from one o'clock at noon to seven o'clock in the evening. Food was delivered from the kitchen. The two of them ate hastily and sat in front of the chessboard to think hard.
Time passed little by little, and at ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Ming yawned and said, "Mr. Pan, why don't we take a rest."
Pan Tianhan's eyes were so sharp. He smiled and said: "Young man, please go out of your way to understand me, an old man. I am very grateful. However, I am not so fragile. Continue."
Pan Tianhan had no intention of closing the game. His white chess pieces were like a torrent, and Fang Ming's four-corner hinterland was full of casualties.
However, the black dragon in the center remains intact.
"Boy, I'm going to slay the dragon." Pan Tianhan shook his head and sighed, about to make the move.
Suddenly, his eyes seemed to be stuck on something.
Although the opponent's hinterland was completely lost, half of his dragon was devoured by the opponent. The current situation is actually evenly divided.
Pan Tianhan was very disappointed and surprised. He did not expect that in such a chaotic situation, the opponent could still win the upper hand.
It seems that I should be steady, hold the opponent back, and win in the officialdom.
Pan Tianhan's chess piece fell down, tightly protecting the middle plate. He looked at Fang Ming with a look that seemed to say, "Boy, let me see how you play."