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After leaving the room, Chuntao was eager to take the young lady to the backyard. She knew that the scenery in the backyard would definitely make the young lady's eyes light up.

Tang Shuang's heart was still anxious. She was one step faster than Chun Tao and had already run to the front. She couldn't wait to lead the way for the young lady and wanted to see the scenery described by Chun Tao as soon as possible.

Jing Chunxi didn't let them do what they wanted. She smiled slightly and walked forward without turning at all.

She waved her hand gently and said, "Let's go for a walk outside first. It's okay to check the courtyard later."

This made Tang Shuang look disappointed, and Chun Tao quickly turned around and leaned towards the young lady.

Jing Chunxi raised his head and scanned every corner of the yard, his heart full of anticipation.

This house was a birthday gift from Tao Jin to her. Although she did not agree to take it over, her curiosity about the house had already taken root in her heart.

She guessed that Tao Jin would not come to disturb her too early today, at least he would let her get a good sleep.

So, she decided to take advantage of this rare free time to take a good look at the entire house. Even if she didn't have time to explore it in detail later, she could use the excuse that she had something left in the courtyard and come back to stay for a while to continue admiring this "Mulan Courtyard".

After walking out of the courtyard's hanging flower gate, she couldn't help but look back at the words on the gate.

The two words "Mulan" are written in a free and unrestrained cursive script with strong and powerful strokes. Even for a scholar, it is impossible to write such beautiful characters without practicing for more than ten years.

Judging from the strokes of the brush and the force with which the pen is placed, it is definitely not the work of a woman.

She became even more curious about the mistress of the courtyard, guessing that she had married someone else or moved away with her family, otherwise the house wouldn't be so empty.

They didn't go to the front yard, but turned straight into the deeper backyard after going out.

Jing Chunxi looked around as he walked. The house was built in a simple and elegant style, with every brick and tile showing the traces of time.

The moss in the corners, the swallow's nest under the eaves, and the carved wooden windows eroded by wind and rain, which show signs of restoration, all tell the story of the house's past.

She walked slowly along the cobblestone path, her feet echoing softly. The flowers and plants along the road swayed gently in the breeze, as if welcoming her arrival. Jing Chunxi couldn't help but slow down her pace, carefully appreciating these details.

She felt that there must be a special reason why Tao Jin thought of giving her such a house.

But she really couldn't guess the reason.

Did the house no longer hold much meaning for him? Or did he want to forget about it?

Or perhaps this house carries too many memories of his past, and now it is about to open a new chapter.

But this was just her assumption. She couldn't help but shook her head and continued to look forward.

Most of the houses in the courtyard have white walls and black tiles, with flying eaves and pointed corners, showing their agility and beauty, and are very similar to the structures of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

Walking along the winding corridor, with trimmed flowers and trees on both sides, and at the end of the corridor under the pink wall, there is a small stone arch bridge. Due to the drought, the water under the bridge has disappeared, and many pebbles can be seen exposed.

Crossing the stone bridge, we arrived at the garden. In the center of the garden stood an exquisite octagonal pavilion with a green-tiled roof and copper bells hanging from the eaves. The breeze blew through the pavilion, and the bells rang sweetly.

Inside the pavilion is a stone table and several stone benches for people to rest. This should be a good place to enjoy the scenery. However, the beautiful flowers and plants planted around it are now withered and many of them are dry.

So Jing Chunxi didn't sit down.

There is an exquisite rockery in the southeast corner of the garden. The rockery is stacked in a staggered manner, adding a bit of liveliness to this quiet garden.

In the northwest corner is a two-story pavilion. The doors and windows of the pavilion are exquisitely carved, and the vermilion lacquered railings shine in the sun. It must have been renovated in the past two years.

Climb up the pavilion and look out from the railing, and you'll have a panoramic view of the entire garden. If there were water in the stream, it would reflect the blue sky, white clouds, and flowing water under the small bridge, which would surely be a beautiful sight.