Chapter 437 (1/2)

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