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"Grandpa, uncle is here to hope that you can save Ren Tianping, right?"

Chen Mingyuan gently put the teacup on the table, breaking the tranquility of the study.

The old man nodded and sighed: "Actually, there is some reason for his worry. This time, he wants to make an example to everyone, so as to consolidate his position, and Ren Tianping has too close a relationship with them. When people collapse and do nothing, your uncle and even the people in our circle will suffer more or less impact, and he is now the top leader of Zhonghai, and he must take this responsibility..."

Chen Mingyuan took it for granted, and had to say that the old man was very foresighted.

Although the regiment/department has only recently come into power and its foundation is not stable, it does not mean that those people will be willing to stay in the shadow of the Zhonghai faction for a long time. The action against Ren Tianping this time is just a prelude before the storm.

Those people's ambitions are not limited to Zhong Hai's three-acre land, their goal is to subvert the old power structure!

And Cen Ruiwengui is the backbone of the Zhonghai Department, and he must respond on the frontal battlefield, otherwise he will not be able to explain it internally and externally, but the hidden danger lies in Cen Ruiwen's attitude...

"Unfortunately, your uncle is still too optimistic."

The old man said worriedly: "He underestimated the determination of those people. If we can't even take down a small businessman, what will be the prestige of those people in the future... So, if we confront those people head-on because of this matter, The gain outweighs the loss."

Chen Mingyuan persuaded: "Uncle is also a little impatient. Sitting in his position, you will inevitably be driven by various forces, and you will often be involuntary..."

The old man waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to speak good words for him. If he has solid enough principles, who can drive him... He is just like Gongsun Zan in the Three Kingdoms period. He is self-willed, and sooner or later he will suffer That day!" After a pause, he looked at his grandson and softened his tone: "Don't bother with this matter, and concentrate on what you are doing, especially the marriage with that girl from the Mu family. And Third Uncle and the others will take care of it!"

Chen Mingyuan knew that the old man didn't want this turmoil to affect his development. Perhaps, as early as when he decided to agree to this marriage, he planned to gradually get rid of his involvement with the Zhonghai department.

Taking precautions, the old man probably sees that the political arena in the future will not be peaceful, and the China Sea faction that overshadows the sun may gradually decline. At that time, the family background may not be a benefit to him, on the contrary. , maybe even become a shackle and a burden!

Of course, now that I have become the son-in-law of the Mu family, it is not necessarily true that Zong Kaitai and other faction leaders will regard themselves as their own.

Now that the old man is still alive, everyone can still tacitly understand it, but when the old man returns to the west, it will also mean that he will gradually drift away from the core circle of this faction, so the old man is eager to pave a new path for himself .

"After the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, let's go to Sioux City for a visit tomorrow. The minimum etiquette has been fulfilled." The old man sat up straight while leaning on the armrest, and said earnestly: "Next, you should go to study and concentrate, it's nothing to worry about. Don't keep running home, I will come to you if I have something to do, huh?"

"Grandpa, I am also your grandson after all. This marriage has not yet been consummated, so you are in a hurry to drive me out." Chen Mingyuan half-jokingly said, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He had to accept Grandpa's good intentions However, he couldn't bear to see his grandfather supporting the overall situation at his age.

It's a pity that the current him is far from capable of controlling the direction of this big battle!

"Seeing that you are safe and sound is the greatest filial piety to me." The old man smiled gratifiedly, raised a hand and said, "Come on, help me down, I have lost my temper all morning, and my stomach is empty."

Chen Mingyuan carefully supported the old man to go out. When he walked out of the room, he hesitated and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, there is something that I don't know whether to say or not..."

The old man laughed and scolded: "Don't learn to be a mother-in-law like your third uncle, just talk about it."

Chen Mingyuan pondered for a moment, and said: "The trouble in front of me is not a big one, but I'm afraid that the mantis will catch the cicada and the oriole will be behind..."

Today, the regiments/factions are coming fiercely, and the Zhonghai faction can still calmly compete, but don't forget, there are still traditional northern factions in the Forty-Nine City!

The northern faction generally refers to those powerful and wealthy families that rose up in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, such as the Jia family, the Qiu family and even the Mu family. However, who can guarantee that these traditional dignitaries do not have the idea of ​​'restoration'?

Judging from the current trend, after these feats, sooner or later there will be an era of resurgence, and sooner or later the Zhonghai Department will also have a period of trough!

This time, it should be an opportunity for the two factions to join forces.

The old man's brows were furrowed again, his eyes filled with meaningful thoughts...

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In Sucheng in the cold winter of the first month, Taihu Lake is full of bleakness. In stark contrast, the surrounding people are decorated with lights.

In Mujiayuan, when the wind and snow were blowing outside the window, the interior of the pavilion was as warm as spring. Chen Mingyuan gently opened the door, and saw Mu Jiayin standing in front of the desk with a brush in her hand, concentrating on writing. Looking at the couplet, the profile face alone is already too beautiful to behold. A long black and glossy hair passes through the creamy white jade cheeks and snow skin, and falls on the soft shoulders freely, looking extraordinarily transparent and graceful.

"Have you finished talking with my mother?"

Mu Jiayin didn't turn her head, and continued to write in italics with full concentration. She raised the corner of her mouth and said crisply, "I thought it was time to talk about dinner again this time."

"I came to pay New Year's greetings with full sincerity, your mother and the others have the nerve to ramble on."

Chen Mingyuan strolled up to her side, getting closer, watching Mu Jiayin's scallion-like white jade hands waving non-stop on the table, and the graceful and slender pure white gown swaying slightly, under the reflection of the halo , the complexion is crystal clear like jade, like a crescent moon blooming halo, flowers and trees piled up with snow, with a gorgeous appearance, a quiet appearance, a gentle appearance, and a charming language. , people are photographed and dare not desecrate.

Unable to restrain himself for a while, Chen Mingyuan hugged the soft and delicate body from behind, and a clear fragrance went straight from the nose to the heart and lungs.

Mu Jiayin struggled a bit, patted the hand covering his stomach, and said coquettishly, "Don't make trouble! The writing is crooked!"

Chen Mingyuan leaned his chin on her shoulder, looked at the delicate and neat couplet, and said with a smile: "If it's broken, it's broken. Anyway, there is no shortage of this couplet at home."

"You put it lightly. Every year, my family has to give away the couplets I wrote. Up to now, there are still six unfinished ones." Mu Jiayin snorted softly, but let him put her arms around her. With his head drooping slightly, he continued to write carefully: "This picture is intended to be given to Mr. Qu. If you mess up the writing and make the old man unhappy during the Chinese New Year, you will be responsible for this."

Chen Mingyuan glanced at the left and right sides, which read respectively: The ambition is still there, so don't you need to ask Lian Polao?No matter how ambitious you are, why don't you have a short life!

"This couplet is quite suitable for his old man." Chen Mingyuan admired sincerely. Although Mu Jiayin belongs to his daughter's family, his pen is strong and powerful. A kind of free and easy feeling, which can be called a rare calligraphy masterpiece.

Suddenly remembered something, said: "Hey, Qingxue gave us the Taoyuan Clubhouse as a congratulatory gift, don't you know?"

Mu Jiayin smiled innocently, and said sweetly: "I see, the decoration drawings are all laid out by me, I hope you don't know when you will take care of it." Put the brush on the pen stand, and she blew After blowing the ink on it, he carefully moved aside, looked back at him with his water-shearing eyes, and said: "Forget about the construction period, it can be completed just before our wedding date, but let me make an agreement first, I can take care of the rest. Yes, but you have to think of a name."

Chen Mingyuan said without hesitation: "That's not easy, the public one has become a private one, just call it Taoyuanju."

Mu Jiayin raised her fist and tapped his forehead affectionately, her nose shrugged slightly and said, "You really don't care, you're just brains!" Turning her wonderful eyes again, she pinched her chin and murmured: "But The name sounds pretty good."

Chen Mingyuan smiled, lightly pecked her pink lips, saw her dimples glowing red, and suggested: "I've figured out the name, then I have to trouble the hostess to write a couplet for the new house. It’s not good to favor one over another, right?”

Mu Jiayin was already delicate and beautiful, but when she heard this, her heart fluttered even more, her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, making her even more beautiful, and she turned around under embarrassment, and said, "I have been writing all day long. , my head hurts, I can't think of a suitable pair for the moment..."

"It's okay, I think, you write."

Chen Mingyuan smiled sassyly, and when she picked up the brush again, he covered the back of her hand with his hand.

Mu Jiayin felt the lingering love between her ears and temples, and her heart was as sweet as honey for a moment, and the strength of her wrist couldn't help but lighten a little. She let Chen Mingyuan control her catkin, wrote on the couplet, and stared at the brushstroke. With a single stroke, he said in a soft voice: "Mingyuan, there is something that I have always wanted to ask you... If you are with me, you may still need to give up a lot, take on a lot, and even your freedom. Will you be willing to be locked up from now on?"

Chen Mingyuan smiled calmly, and said: "God can send you to me, and I have already taken advantage of all the benefits in the world. I still have nothing to be satisfied with."

After two lifetimes of ups and downs, staggering and wandering, it was only at this moment that my heart finally settled down, away from plots and struggles, no matter how frustrated life was, how destructive the world was, what could be more beautiful than this moment in heaven and earth Warm, more peaceful and joyful?

With her hand in hand is the end of the world, with her dependent is the hometown.

The snow falls silently, accompanied by fleeting years, and the two lines of couplets are imprinted with a timeless running script: hold your hand, and grow old together with you; the present world is stable, and the years are quiet and beautiful.