Under the moon.

In the darkness, the double-eave mountain top stood quietly, like a prostrating beast.

The arch looked like it was woven and embroidered, the pillars had coiling clouds, the colorful decorations were exquisite, seaweed patterns surrounded it, between the green and red pillars, there were shadows of a painting of rising clouds and Sunglow.

It was an ancestral hall.

In front of the gate, an ancient pine tree was planted. Its crown was like a canopy, towering and uneven, covering half of the courtyard.

At this moment, there was no one around.

Only in the ancestral hall, the five sons 'imperial examinations, and the continuous bamboo fans revealed a faint light.

A faint light was emitted from the table.

The gold-rimmed nanmu carved high table with the pattern of a hairpin, upturned head, and clouds had lost its fresh wood color in the passage of time. In its place was a slightly dark gentleness, which made it look more dignified and steady.