After being full of wine and food, Murong Tianran and Xiao Tao came to the most popular, the most desire-inflating, and the most luxurious Qinglou in the capital of Xuanyuan Kingdom, and read the Jun Pavilion.

It may be because of the daytime, there is no one in the huge vestibule, and the door of the green building is also closed.

Under the refraction of the sun, the roof light and shadow are glazed, the vestibule stands with two carved large pillars, the carved flowers are ingenious, and there are two stone lions at the door, majestic and majestic, magnificent, look at the attic, carve beams and paintings everywhere.

Murong Qianran nodded lightly, Xiao Tao looked at the attic in front of her suspiciously, and saw Miss nodding again, and couldn't help asking, "Miss, what are we doing here?"

"Be cautious in your words and deeds", Murong said lightly, stepping on the steps of the red carpet.

Xiao Tao stopped talking, and followed Murong Tianran over, "knock knock knock", like congealed fingertips gently knocking on the closed door.

A man with hazy eyes, apparently still asleep, opened the door and yawned as he said, "It's not open during the day, come back at night."

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence", Murong Tianran didn't look at the man, put his hands behind his back, moved his cherry lips slightly, and said.

"Leisurely see Nanshan", the man who was still yawning just now whispered to him, and suddenly came to his senses, and respectfully put on a welcoming posture, "You are please."

That's right, this is the secret language of the Assassination Hall, Murong Qianran also thought hard to come up with this verse, although she knows a lot of things, but it is very lacking in literature, besides, this Tao Yuanming's verse must not be passed down to this dynasty that has no history in history, so it is also the most appropriate.

Tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the hall, the high walls were inlaid with several fist-sized pearls of the night, famous poems and paintings were hung all around, and the roof hung bright red gauze tents, tied into knots, and the egg-sized pearls in the middle of the knots were round and shiny.

Then look at the second floor, the top of each handrail is hung with a different style of women's body curtains, if you look carefully, all are embroidered with needles and threads, it is really ingenious, incomparable, the handrails of the stairs are also dyed with golden yellow, Xiao Tao opened her mouth and looked around the house, she was already stunned by this dazzling scene.

Murong Qianran sat on the mahogany chair with a calm demeanor, tasting the famous tea brought by the man, looking at Xiao Tao's stunned expression, he couldn't help laughing, the man put away the end plate, stood aside respectfully, and bowed his head deeply.

Yes, this is the helmsman of the Assassination Hall, it was just a very small teahouse back then, and with Murong Ranran's mind, these were just pieces of cake.

Whether it is now or in the past, those have become a thing of the past, the rise of Nian Jun Pavilion, the meaning is not simple, only to catch people's greed, attract their desires, nothing can not be done.

If you want to come to this ancient world, what can endure the most, that is the Qinglou, who will be a frequent visitor here? That is the dignitaries, when their desires reach an inflated level, when their pockets are bulging, this is where they can spend the most time.

Not only can you get acquainted with famous families, but you can also learn the most real information through them, people, often in the most lax time, will not be able to keep secrets, men, only when they meet beauty, will not be able to control their hearts and lungs.

And Nian Junge, this is exactly what she wants, but this name ..... She seemed a little dissatisfied, after all, she had left it to Yeyu in the first place.

"Little ...... Miss, this.... Here...", Xiao Tao raised her head and stared at the round pearls, and became stammering for a while.

Murong Qianran smiled and got up slowly, the man next to him quickly understood, and said respectfully: "Master, please here."

Xiao Tao heard the man call Miss as the master, and seemed to understand a little, but she still couldn't believe that everything in front of her was true, and she followed behind Murong Qianran.

Led by the man, soon came to the backyard of Nianjun Pavilion, the song is full of secluded places, surrounded by rockeries, although it is autumn, the courtyard is still fragrant with osmanthus.

"Master, please", the man took Murong Qianran to an attic, pushed open the door, he walked quickly to a bright white wall, raised his arm, and pressed his palm the end of the wall.

"Boom", the wall suddenly cracked, Murong took two steps forward, and the cracked wall instantly showed a staircase leading to the underground.

The man walked in first, and after Murong Qianran and Xiao Tao entered, the wall closed automatically, and the spacious passage lit up instantly, and the wall was also inlaid with night pearls emitting a faint light, and then went down, it seemed that he had come to a secret room, the man patted the wall gently, and the wall cracked again.

Even Murong Qianran didn't expect that when she walked out of the secret room, it was bright outside, and it turned out to be a chic courtyard.

Occasionally, a few men in black passed by, and they also bowed respectfully to the man leading the way.

The man nodded to them as well, then turned to Murong and said, "Master, your subordinates will gather everyone immediately, and then go to the front, it will be your bedroom, and it is inconvenient for your subordinates to go there."

"Why is it inconvenient to say"? Murong Tianran was quite surprised by what the man said later.

The man immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Back to the master, the night protector has instructed that anyone who approaches the master's bedroom except the master will be killed."

Murong Qianran nodded in response, and then asked, "Your name"?

"Back to the master, subordinate Night Shadow".

Murong Qianran didn't ask, he walked towards his bedroom with his hands behind his back, Xiao Tao looked around curiously as she walked, she wanted to know how she got here from the top to the underground.

The independent courtyard, without a courtyard gate, is surrounded by ten Qionghua trees, which seems to be slightly warmer than when they came, so the Qionghua flowers did not wither, and the branches progressed, blooming that elegant white.

In addition to the Qionghua tree, there are eighteen kinds of weapons on one side of the courtyard, and the soft couch covered with tiger skin is horizontal under the Qionghua tree, and the door is also elegantly arranged without losing identity.

Murong Tianran slowly pushed open the door, his phoenix eyes were half narrowed, and he nodded from time to time, the room was very warm, behind the screen of a hundred birds and a phoenix, the pale pink gauze tent was hung with a gold hook, on the left was a desk, there were a lot of books on the shelf, in a valuable vase, a cluster of Qionghua exuded a faint fragrance, and in the mahogany wardrobe on the side of the bed, there were only three colors, red, black and white, and the clothes of good satin were neatly placed.

"Wow, Miss....... This.... This is too thoughtful", Xiao Tao scurried around, looking at this for a while, touching that for a while, shouting in disbelief.

"Yeyu this guy .....", Murong Tianran sat on the soft bed, smiled, and didn't say any more, in short, she was very satisfied.

It was precisely this sentence that was heard by the night rain who had just entered the courtyard, the laughter of the day, the voice that called his name like a silver bell, made his heart pound, but he covered it up in an instant, stood outside the door, and said respectfully: "Master, please bathe and change clothes."