The strongest tea ceremony

Chapter 139 Opponents
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The imperial capital, a vermilion ancient building courtyard, is located in the bustling center of the imperial capital. The spacious and bright courtyard is spotless. Although it looks a little mottled by the years, it reveals the thickness of a long history and even more vicissitudes. .

Owning such a courtyard house in the imperial capital, besides the aborigines, I am afraid that there are some rich or noble families.

In the depths of the courtyard, there are rich and precious bamboos, pavilions, pavilions, ponds and lotus, with ancient rhymes and ancient styles, and the carvings are full of charm.

On the door couplets outside the courtyard, three gilt characters of "Luo Mansion" are engraved in vigorous official script.

Under the background of such a modern city, such a courtyard house looks a bit out of place, but it does not lose its elegance.

In China, Siheyuan has a history of at least 3000 years, and there are many types in various parts of the country, among which the Imperial Capital Siheyuan is a typical example.

Quadrangle courtyards are usually lived in by large families, providing a relatively secluded courtyard space from the outside world. Its architecture and pattern reflect the traditional Chinese hierarchy of respect and the theory of yin and yang and the five elements.

In modern times, with the changes of family structure and social concepts, the livability of traditional courtyard houses has been challenged.

In the process of urban planning, traditional courtyard houses are also faced with the contradiction between protection and development. Some courtyard houses have been listed as cultural relics protection units, while others have been demolished.

In the courtyard study of this "Luo Mansion", a middle-aged Confucian student in a Chinese tunic suit, with a small beard on his chin, has delicate features and looks healthy.

Holding a wolfhair brush in his hand, he is splashing ink on a piece of rice paper spread out on a sandalwood table. The pen is written into a book, powerful and powerful.

What he wrote is a big "Fu" character, which has both calligraphy and painting, and the paintings form characters, and the characters form paintings.

With thick ink splashing, the shade is appropriate.

He has a relaxed expression and a laid-back look, and he writes and paints with ease. It seems that it is not the first time that he has written the word "Fu", because on the wall behind him, there is a framed painting and calligraphy, which is exactly the word "Fu".

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a secretary walked quickly from the pavilion outside the study, stood outside the open study door, knocked on the door, "Master!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who was splashing ink on calligraphy stopped his strokes, his face was calm and calm, he put down the last stroke, and put the Langhao brush on the pen stand next to the inkstone, "Awang, come here... Come and see, is my calligraphy correct?" Have you improved again?"

The middle-aged man named "Awang" frowned slightly, the words seemed to reach his lips, and he swallowed them again. He strode into the study, walked to the sandalwood table, and looked at the calligraphy and painting with the middle-aged Confucian scholar , nodded in admiration and said: "My lord, you are getting more and more expressive in writing the word 'Fu', amazing, amazing."

"Hahaha, Ah Wang, do you know why I like to write the word 'Fu' so much?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked with a smile, completely intoxicated by his own calligraphy.

Awang hastily said flatteringly: "My lord is very blessed, his blessings are unparalleled, his blessings are equal to the heavens, his blessings..."

"Okay, okay, you still don't understand why I like to write the word 'Fu' these years." The middle-aged Confucian scholar interrupted Awang's words, and then solemnly said, "In "Zhouyi-Kun-Classical", There is such a saying, 'A family that accumulates goodness, there will be celebrations, and a family that accumulates bad things, there will be disasters'..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the dumbfounded Ngawang, and then further explained: "This sentence means that individuals and families who cultivate goodness and accumulate virtue will inevitably have more auspicious celebrations, and those who do evil and corrupt virtues will have more disasters." .”

Ngawang smiled approvingly, "My lord has accumulated good deeds so well, he should be a person who enjoys blessings. Blessed by God, the Roche Group will continue to prosper and last forever."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was walking around in the study with his hands behind his back. While walking, he asked in a low voice, "Seeing that you came here in a hurry, do you have something important to report to me?"

"My lord is really perceptive, and my subordinates came here to report something important!" Awang's face brightened, and he returned to the topic.That posture is more like going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, respectful as if the important officials and ministers of the court are going to give a memorial to the emperor.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment, but his attitude was still as calm as a mirror, without any ripples, "Tell me, why are you panicking?"

"My lord, the day of the heir election is getting closer, don't we need to prepare anything?" Awang asked in confusion.

The corners of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes twitched slightly, "Oh? Then, in your opinion, how should we prepare?"

Awang smiled wryly, "My lord, how dare I speak indiscriminately?"

"Really? Awang, between you and me, there is no need to go around. It is not your style to speak frankly and hesitantly."

"My lord, then with all due respect, are you just going to hand over the Roche Group?"

"What do you mean? Luo Group, Luo Xi is the sole heir, this is a certainty, who can change it."

"My lord, don't others know me? Don't I know you? Over the years, you have dedicated yourself to the Luo Group. You have contributed a lot to the Luo Group! Luo Xi is a yellow-haired girl, why should she be in charge of this ancient family group?" Woolen cloth?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar took a deep breath, and said seriously: "Awang, if you tell me this alone, it's fine. Don't say it. Anyway, Luo Xi is the orthodox royal family, and I, Luo Hongfeng, are just Fan Wang, how can he have the qualifications to step into the palace and ban the orthodox bloodline!"

"My lord, are you speaking out of anger? Since ancient times, the capable go up and the mediocre go down. Don't you know this truth?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar, Luo Hongfeng, as an elder-level figure of the Luo Group, is in charge of many business areas of the Luo Group, and is a heavyweight that cannot be ignored.

Luo Hongfeng was silent for a moment, "What's the matter with Luo Xi, the yellow-haired girl?"

"Hmph, she is still in Shenzhen City, running a teahouse, she seems like a wild crane, not paying much attention to the election of the heir of the family group." Awang said lightly with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Luo Hongfeng shook his head, "No, Luo Xi must not be underestimated. What about her loyal subordinate Chen Long? Have you found out what's behind it?"

Awang said suspiciously: "It's really strange to say that this Chen Long really can't find out what his background is. It can almost be said that he is purely a grassroots, without any identity background, and without any political resources. To put it bluntly, it is the Shenzhen Municipal The most common member of the migrant workers."

"That's really strange, such an unknown person has the ability to fight against the Tea Sect and Tian's Group!" Luo Hongfeng said seriously, frowning.

(End of this chapter)