Chapter 437

Ning Xuemo had heard that this used to be an imperial garden, and Han Shanyue personally chose the site here, and then renovated it according to the architectural style he liked...

Originally, Ning Xuemo didn't know what the head of the mansion was like, but when he saw the current Tianshi Mansion, only four words came into his mind - quiet and quaint.

Especially the three words 'Tianshifu' are even more quaint.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but glance at Han Shanyue next to him, isn't this guy a painter? Painting saints are also calligraphers in general, why didn't he leave his own calligraphy in front of his mansion?

Han Shanyue and Ning Xuemo entered the Tianshi Mansion, and the others were waiting outside the door.

Ning Xuemo felt that this Master Han was not an ordinary pretender, but just taking a shower and changing clothes, which could be done in her Jingyuan residence, why must she return to the Tianshi residence with great fanfare?

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

Hey, wait, aren't hot springs extremely rare in Changkong? Only the Prince's Mansion has a glimpse. Why did one pop up here?

And this one is much bigger than the one in the Prince's Mansion.

That one looks like a big bathtub, and this one is a small pool, or a gourd-shaped hot spring pool.

When Ning Xuemo saw the hot spring, Han Shanyue had already finished bathing and put on a robe.

His robe is different from ordinary Taoist robes. It is pure white like silver, and there is no dark pattern. The sleeves are wide, and the hem drags on the ground. Tie his neckline tightly, giving a sense of abstinence for no reason.

His figure is tall and handsome, his black hair is loose and loose, and his hair flutters with his clothes when he walks.

There is a row of maple trees on both sides of the hot spring. It was autumn, the maple leaves were like fire, the wind was blowing, the red maple leaves fluttered and fell, circling and fluttering around him, with his footsteps rising and falling, but not a single one fell on him, as if he was afraid of tarnishing his holiness. ...

Ning Xuemo couldn't help holding her breath.

No wonder the ancients coined a word called Qingguo Qingcheng. This person really has the capital of allure!

For someone like her who doesn't like a handsome man like a little fresh meat, the moment she saw him, her heart skipped three beats!

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

In this pose, he showed a little charm in his laziness. Ning Xuemo glanced at him, but walked over calmly: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I tell you to tie your hair for this seat?" Han Shanyue conjured a simple wooden comb out of nowhere and handed it to her hand: "Let this seat see your craftsmanship."

Ning Xuemo was actually a little embarrassed, she had never combed anyone else's hair before.

And she is lazy and troublesome. In modern times, she has short and neat hair.

If she has something to socialize with, she will have her skillful subordinates blow styling for her.

In this era, she managed to learn two or three buns, and they were all neat and tidy for survival in the wild.

Her own hair can't be done very neatly. Now let her do the hair for this Master Han Shanyue, or do his hair at the enthronement ceremony, she feels a little Alexander.

"Master, you'd better comb it yourself. I can't do it." Ning Xuemo didn't pick up the comb.

Han Shanyue glanced at her: "No need to be modest, just put on a bun."