Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 432 It's Not Just a Pretend

Ning Xuemo has heard that this used to be a royal garden, and Han Shanyue personally chose the site here, and then renovated it according to his favorite architectural style...

Originally, Ning Xuemo didn't know what the dean of this house was like, but when he saw the current Tianshi Mansion, only four words came to his mind-quiet and elegant.

In particular, the word "Tianshi Mansion" is even more primitive.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but glance at Han Shanyue beside her, isn't this guy a saint of painting?A saint of painting is usually a calligrapher, why doesn't he leave his own calligraphy in front of his mansion?

Han Shanyue and Ning Xuemo entered the Tianshi Mansion, while the others waited outside the door.

Ning Xuemo felt that this Master Han was not a normal pretense, but just bathing and changing clothes, which could be done in her Jingyuan Hou Mansion, why must she go back to Tianshi Mansion with great fanfare?

It is true that his Tianshi mansion is not twice as big as her Jingyuan Hou mansion, and the buildings in the mansion are simple and simple, yet reveal the luxury of a superior.There's even a glimpse of the hot springs...

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 Prince's Mansion.

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

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

His robe is different from ordinary Taoist robes. It is pure white like silver, without any dark patterns flowing. The sleeves are wide, and the hem drags on the ground. There is no pattern on the skirt, and only a black obsidian is inlaid on the neckline. Tighten his neckline, giving an air of abstinence for no reason.

He has a tall and handsome figure, his black hair is untied and loose, and it flutters with his clothes as he walks.

There is a row of maple trees on both sides of the hot spring.It was autumn, and the maple leaves were like fire, with the wind blowing, the fiery red maple leaves fluttered and fell, circling and dancing around him, rising and falling with his footsteps, but none of them fell on him, as if they were afraid of tarnishing his holiness ...

Ning Xuemo couldn't help holding her breath.

No wonder the ancients coined a word called Qingguoqingcheng.This person really has the capital to overwhelm the country and the city!
For a person like her who doesn't like handsome men like little fresh meat, the moment she saw him, her heart also missed three beats!
He sat down on a jade stool next to him, hooked his fingers to her: "Come here."

There was a little charm in the laziness he made in this posture. Ning Xuemo glanced at him, but walked over calmly: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I ask you to comb your hair for me?" Han Shanyue conjured up a simple wooden comb from nowhere and handed it to her: "Let me see your craftsmanship."

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

Moreover, she is lazy and finds it troublesome. In modern times, she has short, crisp hair.

Usually, if she has something to do to socialize, her dexterous subordinates will do hair styling for her.

In this era, she managed to learn two or three buns, all of which are neat and neat for survival in the wild.

She can't even do her own hair very neatly. Now if she is asked to do this master Han Shanyue's hair, or his hair at the enthronement ceremony, she feels a bit Alexander.

"Master, you should comb it yourself. I can't do it." Ning Xuemo refused to pick up the comb.

Han Shanyue glanced at her: "There is no need to be modest, just wear a bun."

(End of this chapter)