Chapter 437

Ningxuemo has heard that it used to be a royal garden. Hanshanyue chose his own site here and then renovated it according to his favorite architectural style

Originally, it was not clear what kind of ningxuemo the head of the mansion looked like, but when he saw the present Tianshi mansion, there were only four words in his heart -- quiet, ancient and elegant.

In particular, "Tianshi mansion" is more ancient.

Ning Xuemo can't help but look at the cold mountain moon nearby. Isn't this guy a painter? The painter is also a calligrapher in general. Why doesn't he keep his own calligraphy in front of his house?

Hanshanyue and ningxuemo enter Tianshi mansion, while others wait outside.

Ning Xuemo thinks that master Han is not a general costume, but just a shower and dressing room. It can be done in her Jingyuan waiting room. Why do you have to go back to Tianshi's room in a big way?

It's true that his Tianshi mansion is not twice as big as her Jingyuan mansion. The buildings in the mansion are simple and luxurious. There's even a hot spring

Eh, wait a minute. Isn't hot springs very rare in the long sky country? Only the prince's mansion has one look. Why is there one here?

And this one is much bigger than the one in the prince's mansion.

It's like a big bath, and this is a small pool, or a gourd shaped hot spring pool.

When Ning Xuemo saw the hot spring, the cold mountain moon had bathed and put on a robe.

His robe is different from the ordinary Taoist robe. It is pure white as silver, with no dark pattern flowing. The sleeves are wide, the hem is dragged on the ground, and there is no pattern at the lapel. Only a Black Obsidian is inlaid at the neckline, which binds his neckline tightly and gives people a sense of abstinence.

His figure is tall and handsome, his hair is not tied, it spreads freely, and his hair floats with his clothes.

There is a row of maples on both sides of the hot spring. It is autumn, the maple leaf is like fire, the wind blows, the red maple leaf flutters and falls, hovers and dances around him, rises and falls with his steps, but no one falls on him, seems to be afraid of polluting his holiness

Ning Xuemo could not help holding his breath.

No wonder the ancients coined a word, which is called "pour out the country and pour out the city". This man really has the capital of the country!

Let her this kind of people who don't like the little fresh meat like beautiful man, in the moment of seeing him, her heart also missed three beats!

He sat down on a jade stool beside him and hooked his finger to her: "come here."

In this posture, he was a little bit charming in his laziness. Ning Xuemo glanced at him, but he calmly walked over: "what to do?"

"I don't mean to ask you to tie the hair for this seat?" Han Shanyue did not know where to turn out a simple wooden comb and handed it to her hand: "let's have a look at your craftsmanship."

Ning Xuemo is actually in a dilemma. She has never combed her hair for others.

Besides, she is lazy and troublesome. In modern times, she has short, crisp hair.

Usually, if there is any social intercourse, the subordinates with their own dexterity will blow the hair for her.

In this era, she learned two or three hair styles with difficulty, and they were all suitable for living in the wild.

Her own hair is not very neat. Now let her get the hair for this master hanshanyue, or the hair on the stage ceremony. She feels a little Alexander.

"Master, you'd better comb yourself. I can't get it. " It's better not to pick up the comb.

Hanshanyue looked at her and said, "you don't need to be modest, just do a bun."