Chapter Thirty-Seven: Watching the Spring Under the Moon, Watching the People in the Spring

Murong Qingluan followed behind Murong Qingluan, with Murong Qingluan, the concubine of the Marquis of Jiyang, leading the way, which of the guards guarding near the threshold spring dared to stop them, if they stopped, the fourth lady lost his temper, and they were also frightened.

"Come in." Murong Qingluan looked arrogant.

Murong Qingran nodded, it was better for Murong Qingluan to take her in than for her to break in alone and be discovered by the guards, when Murong He asked, she didn't need to explain, she had a guard to explain for her.

After taking two steps, Murong Qingran suddenly turned around and stood straight in front of a guard, startling the guard, this fifth lady obviously doesn't know martial arts, so why can't she walk without making a sound at all.

Following the direction pointed by Murong Qingran's little hand, the guard understood, and immediately took down the lamp hanging on the tree and respectfully handed it to Murong Qingran, who took the lamp, turned it back, and continued to follow Murong Qingluan.

Murong Qingluan looked at Murong Qingran with a mocking expression, there were so many lamps hanging on the road, they were already bright enough, this little madman was still afraid of the dark, he was really a coward.

The smile on the corner of Murong Qingran's mouth was a little sad, even if the lights in the courtyard were bright and she could see the road clearly, she was still afraid, especially walking near the threshold spring in the dead of night, she always felt that there would be a dim corner, and she couldn't find a trace of light.

"Hey, Murong Qingran, you won't be angry again." Murong Qingluan put his small hand in his waist and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not angry yet, what kind of anger are you." ”

Murong Qingran glanced at her, and spit out two words coldly, bored.

"Stop!" Murong Qingluan called out to Murong Qingran, "You tell me clearly, where am I bored." ”

Murong Qingran ignored her, carried the lamp, and continued to walk alone.

Walk along the long bluestone road of this green bamboo sandwich road to the end, you can see a rockery, along the rockery to the north, it is the Guanlan Pavilion where Murong He and they enjoy the spring during the day.

Calculated carefully, this place is the most remote place in the courtyard, the front is lively, the banquet is in full swing, but when you get here, it seems very quiet, except for a few guards who patrol back and forth, there are no other people passing by here.

"Hey, Murong Qingran, you wait for me, wait for me......"

Murong Qingluan was left far behind, chasing Murong Qingran all the way.

Murong Qingran walked faster and faster, following the vague memory in her mind, she seemed to be able to shuttle around the threshold spring with ease, this Guanlan Courtyard, after several generations of Jiyang Marquis expansion, only now has today's scale, and the final completion was completed in the hands of the late Jiyang Marquis Murong Su, that is, her father.

Guanlan Pavilion is the best location to see the threshold spring, but all the distinguished guests who come to the courtyard to view the spring will be arranged here. But Murong Qingran did not go directly to Guanlan Pavilion, but found a relatively remote corner to view the spring, and because of this, Murong Qingluan couldn't find her, shouted her name several times, and went to look for her elsewhere.

As soon as Murong Qingluan left, Murong Qing's ears were clean, she threw her small body on the railing, and quietly watched this clear spring gushing continuously, and in the crystal clear spring water, a bright moon slowly rose, walking freely among the white clouds.

Looking at it, Murong Qingran's small phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, because at this moment, in the reflection of the spring water, she saw a handsome and handsome young man standing on the eaves, the young man, dressed in a white brocade robe, with a jade belt wrapped around his waist, and the white silk jade belt around his waist fluttered in the wind, which lined him with his unvulgar and noble and handsome.