Chapter 45: That Confucian Scholar
The Lanxi Lin estate, though vast, was not as opulent as Zhao Rong had imagined.
It was uniformly understated and low-key.
Consisting only of intermingling black, white, and gray.
Amidst the misty rain in the mountains.
This expanse of continuous architecture.
From a distance, appeared as undulating horse-head walls, shimmering black tiles and white walls, and vaguely reflective screen walls.
There were also numerous archways resembling gateways. Eaves soaring, ridge-beasts fluttering, and the beams and columns were adorned with openwork carvings of dragons, lions, cranes, and deer.
After disembarking from the carriage, Zhao Rong paused to observe the impressive number of archways, erected to honor achievements, academic successes, virtuous governance, and loyalty and righteousness, showcasing the family's notable deeds.
Signaling the virtues and accomplishments of every Lin-named scholar over seven hundred years.
It's no wonder they produced such scholars.