This is the second time Yan Murong has come to Cuiyuan, but there are very few places he has visited. Now as the man in the suit walks inside, the more surprised he becomes.

He knew that this place was rebuilt from the palace of a certain prince in the past, but he didn't know that this place was so big.

Along the way, just those pavilions and pavilions, there are countless rockery pavilions, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

Yan Murong thought, except for the Forbidden City, where the old man of the emperor lived, it was estimated that it was the largest here.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in the green garden, which makes people linger and can't wait to live here forever, Yan Murong sighed again in his heart.

No wonder the Qing Dynasty will fall, just this place, the people who live in it only care about enjoyment, who still has the heart to care about such small things as national affairs.

It's just that he is a little curious about the owner of this green garden.

He has seen a lot of people with energy, but there are very few people who can wrap up this place.

Counting on my fingers, it's just a few people.

Along the way, Yan Murong discovered that the back of this green garden was originally the place where the previous owner lived, and it was not open to the public, and there was a sign at the door that read "Private property, guests stop".

The man in the suit stopped in front of a house, turned to look at Yan Murong and said. "Wait a minute, I'll go in and report on it."

After speaking, regardless of Yan Murong, the man in the suit pushed open the door and walked in, and it didn't take long for him to come out again.

"You can go in, my lord is inside."

Yan Murong nodded, and was about to push the door, but was stopped by the man in the suit.

"I'm sorry, please raise your hand, I'm going to check."

The request of the man in the suit did not surprise Yan Murong. He also knows that people at this level must have certain requirements for safety.

After checking that Yan Murong didn't have any weapons on his body, the man in the suit nodded to Yan Murong, stood aside and stretched out his hand, signaling that Yan Murong could go in.

This is a main hall, which is where the host stays when he receives guests, and around the main hall, behind which is where the host lives.

Yan Murong didn't stay long, and directly bypassed the main hall and came to the backyard.

The level of luxury here was somewhat beyond Yan Murong's expectations.

It's not that the decoration here is luxurious, it's just that it's too big, and the houses are all old wooden buildings.

In this era, most of the houses used to build houses are brick and concrete structures, and few people use wood, but here is different, not only is it all wood, but also the best wood is used - Yan Murong can't recognize what it is, but he also knows that the cost is definitely not low.

The backyard is huge, and there is an atmospheric building located directly north, so you don't have to think about it to know that this is where the owner lives.

In the northwest corner is a gazebo, in front of which is a small arch bridge with an artificial canal under the arch bridge, and this water area is exactly around the rockery under the gazebo.

The canal is sparkling, and you can even see a lot of red and gold koi swimming in it, spit out a few bubbles from time to time.

Yan Murong had to sigh secretly, the owner here really enjoyed it in the past.

Rockery, gazebo, surrounded by green water - sit here in summer, eat fruits, drink wine, and find two maids to beat their legs and pinch their shoulders to do a full set of massages, it is really pleasant.

Looking up, Yan Murong saw an old man with long white hair sitting in front of the stone table in the pavilion, but the old man didn't pay attention to Yan Murong's arrival, and stared intently at the stone table in front of him.

Yan Murong walked up to the arched bridge, and while thinking about the pavilion, he began to look at the old man with long white hair.

Soon, Yan Murong walked to the pavilion, and his eyes fell on the stone table-this old man was actually playing chess.

The old man didn't make a sound, Yan Murong didn't say anything, and after standing for a while, he felt a little tired, so Yan Murong sat down on the stone bench opposite the old man.

"After watching it for a long time, is there a way to crack this 'Seven Stars Gathering'?" The old man suddenly raised his head, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

Yan Murong noticed the old man's appearance at this time, it can be said that except for the long white hair that was extremely conspicuous, the appearance was too far from the hair.

It's not that he's ugly, it's just that for his hair, the old man's appearance is too ordinary—so ordinary that Yan Murong has seen it this time, and next time the old man comes out with a hat, he won't know it.

And the 'Seven Stars Gathering' in the old man's mouth is the name of the endgame in chess, and it is also the king of the endgame.

"Nope." Yan Murong said very honestly. "I'm not interested in chess, and I can't understand it."

"Life is like chess, every step must be taken carefully." The old man held a red 'cannon' in his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said.

"At the beginning, it was smooth sailing, and the further down you go, the more you think about each step - if it goes well, you will become famous, and if it doesn't go well, you will lose your money, and if you don't go well, you will lose your family.

The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking Yan Murong a question.

Yan Murong's head was a little big.

Isn't this old man going to see himself? And he doesn't seem to have seen him, right, what's the matter with him looking for himself? Is it just to sit here and listen to him talk about the philosophy of life?

"Endgame." Yan Murong thought for a while, stood up, walked to the stone table, looked at the 'Seven Stars Gathering', which was known as the king of the endgame, and said. "It's actually very easy to do."

Saying 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 to the outside of the chessboard, only the next empty chessboard.

"That's what you do?" The old man looked at Yan Murong expressionlessly and asked.

"Isn't that right?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "If it's so hard, why bother yourself? - Since there are people who don't want you to win, why don't you just kick them out? ”

"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 people are much more flexible than chess pieces."

When the old man heard Yan Murong's words, he raised his head and stared at Yan Murong.

For a while, the slightly cloudy eyes gradually glowed.

"Hahaha." After looking at Yan Murong for a long time, just when Yan Murong was about to wonder if this old man had any special habits, the old man suddenly laughed, pointed at Yan Murong and said. "One of them to get them all out, you kid, you have courage."