Far away in the courtyard, several well-proportioned pavilions stood quietly among lush, verdant trees like gleaming pearls. Their upturned eaves curved gracefully upward like divine birds poised to take flight, as if they might soar into the clouds at any moment. The windows were intricately inlaid with colored glass; when the brilliant sunlight gently filtered through them, it instantly refracted dazzling, dreamlike radiance.
Winding, zigzagging little bridges connected the pavilions, beneath which babbling, crystal-clear streams flowed. Like a lively, pristine mirror, the water clearly reflected fish swimming merrily below, darting and playing at times, or resting quietly as if whispering of the wondrous secrets of the underwater world.
The grand estate of the Murong Family was like a mesmerizing, fantastical fairyland. Filled everywhere with an aura of mystery and heart-stopping beauty, it was a place that left anyone who stepped inside completely intoxicated, lingering and reluctant to leave.
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