This is Yan Murong's second time in Cuiyuan, but he has been to very few places. Now, as the man in suit walks in, the more surprised he feels.
He knew that this place was converted from the palace of a certain prince in the past, but he didn't know that it was so big.
Along the way, there were countless pavilions, towers, rockery and waterfront pavilions, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.
Yan Murong thought that except for the Forbidden City where the old emperor lived, it was probably the largest here.
Looking at the beautiful scenery in the green garden that makes people linger and wishing they can live here forever, Yan Murong sighed again.
No wonder the Qing Dynasty was destroyed. In this place, people who lived in were only interested in enjoying it. Who still had the heart to care about such trivial matters as national affairs?
However, he was a little curious about the boss of Cuiyuan.
He has seen many people with energy, but very few people can cover this place.
I calculated by counting with my fingers, but there were only a few people.
Along the way, Yan Murong discovered that the last part of the Cuiyuan was originally where the owner lived and was not open to the public. There was also a sign "Private industry, guests stopped" hanging at the door.
The man in suit stopped in front of a house, turned around and looked at Yan Murong and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and inform me."
After saying that, he ignored Yan Murong. The man in the suit pushed open the door and walked in. He didn't have long to come out again.
"You can go in, the master is inside."
Yan Murong nodded and was about to push the door, but was stopped by the man in the suit.
"Sorry, please raise your hand, I'm going to check it out."
Yan Murong was not surprised by the man's request for the suit. He also knew that people at this level must have certain requirements for safety.
After checking that Yan Murong did not have any weapons, the man in the suit nodded to Yan Murong, stood aside and stretched out his hand, indicating that Yan Murong could go in.
This is a main hall, which is where the host stays when meeting guests. Bypassing the main hall, behind it is where the host lives.
Yan Murong didn't stop for much, but went directly to the main hall and came to the backyard.
The luxury here is somewhat beyond Yan Murong's expectations.
It’s not that the decoration here is so luxurious, but it’s that it’s too big, and the houses are all ancient wooden buildings.
In this era, most of the houses are built using brick-concrete structures, and few people use wood, but it is different here. Not only are they all used wood, but they are also good wood - Yan Murong couldn't recognize what it was, but he also knew that the cost was definitely not low.
The backyard is very large, and there is an atmospheric building located directly to the north. You don’t have to think about it, this is where the owner lives.
In the northwest corner is a pavilion, and in front of the pavilion is a small arch bridge. There is an artificial canal under the arch bridge, while this water area just surrounds the rockery under the pavilion.
The canal is sparkling, and you can even see a lot of red and golden koi swimming around inside, spitting out a few bubbles from time to time.
Yan Murong had to sigh inwardly that the owners here in the past really enjoyed it.
Rockery, pavilion, and green water - in summer, sitting here, eating fruits, drinking wine, and then finding two maids to massage their legs and shoulders, which was really comfortable.
Looking up, Yan Murong saw an old man with long white hair sitting in front of the stone table in the pavilion. However, the old man was not paying attention to Yan Murong's arrival and stared at the stone table in front of him with his eyes focused on him.
Yan Murong walked up to the arch bridge and thought about walking to the pavilion while starting to look at the old man with long white hair.
Soon, Yan Murong walked into the pavilion and his eyes fell on the stone table---the old man was actually playing chess.
The old man didn't say anything, and Yan Murong didn't say anything. He felt a little tired after standing for a while. Yan Murong sat down on the stone bench opposite the old man.
"After watching for a long time, is there any way to crack this 'seven-star party'?" The old man suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Murong and asked.
Only then did Yan Murong notice the old man's appearance. It can be said that except for the extremely conspicuous long white hair, the appearance is too different from that of his hair.
It’s not that he looks ugly, but just that for the hair, the old man’s appearance is really ordinary-------It’s so ordinary that Yan Murong has seen this time. If the old man comes out with a hat next time, he will not recognize him.
The "Seven Stars Party" mentioned by the old man is the endgame name in chess, and it is also the king of endgames.
"No." Yan Murong said honestly. "I am not interested in chess and can't understand it."
"Life is like a chess, you must take every step carefully." The old man held a red 'cannon' in his hand and said to Yan Murong.
"At the beginning, everything goes smoothly. The more you go down, the more you think about each step - if it goes smoothly, you will surely achieve success. If it doesn't go smoothly, you will lose all your money, and if it is worse, your family will be ruined. But what will happen if it goes into a slap?"
The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be asking Yan Murong questions.
Yan Murong was a little overwhelmed.
Isn’t this old man trying to see himself? And he seems to have never seen him before. What’s wrong with him looking for him? Could it be that he just sits here and listens to his philosophy of life?
"It's the endgame." Yan Murong thought about it, stood up, walked to the stone table and looked at the "Seven Stars Party" known as the king of the endgame, and said. "It's actually easy to do."
As he said that, Yan Murong didn't care whether the old man agreed or not, stretched out his hand and grabbed all the chess pieces on both sides outside the board, with only the next empty board.
"Is this your method?" the old man looked at Yan Murong with an expressionless face and asked.
"Isn't that right?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "Since it's so difficult, why bother yourself?-----Since someone doesn't want you to win, then just drive them all out. Isn't that enough?"
"Didn't you just say that life is like chess -- but chess is chess, and it is always a dead thing. Even if the chess piece is gold, silver or diamond, it is still a dead thing--and humans are much more flexible than chess piece."
When the old man heard Yan Murong's words, he raised his head and stared at Yan Murong and looked at him.
After a while, the slightly turbid eyes gradually shone with a trace of light.
"Hahaha." After looking at Yan Murong for a long time, just when Yan Murong was almost doubting whether this old man had any special hobbies, the old man suddenly laughed and pointed at Yan Murong and said, "What a guy to drive them all out. You kid, you have courage."