"What are you talking about......" Su Qingluan didn't finish speaking, and Mu Xingzhi broke his head back.

"Don't move, I've got a comb in my hand," the man's smiling voice came from behind, "and it's not a good thing if the bride gets her head stabbed by a wooden comb in the bedroom on the first day of the wedding." ”

"Why did you comb my hair all of a sudden? And it's still this kind of time before falling asleep......" Su Qingluan looked behind through the brass mirror, but because of the angle, Su Qingluan couldn't see Mu Xingzhi's face clearly, and just happened to be able to see how his flexible fingers flew between his hair.

"Because at this time, even if the craftsmanship is not perfect, and the coiled hair is loose, there is enough time to tidy it up again," Mu Xingzhi worked hard for a while, and turned the broken hair braid into the appearance of a day, and looked down at Su Qingluan, who stretched out his hand to test the top of the foaming hair, "Qingluan doesn't want to learn this kind of coiled hair?" ”

...... "So this guy really has a mind reading skill, right?" Su Qingluan pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

I have to say that Mu Xingzhi is indeed a patient and very good teacher, whether he coils or disassembles his hair, he does it in order, and with the assistance of the mirror, Su Qingluan can see very clearly how his hair is coiled up and how it is untied.

After only two back and forth, Su Qingluan learned this good-looking and simple, but not loose way of coiling his hair at all, and finally no longer had to look at the hairpins with a sad face.

Even now, she can have the mind to study whether there is a matching plain hairpin to match tomorrow's aqua blue dress.

After learning to make a haircut, the time was actually still early, Mu Xingzhi signaled to Su Qingluan that he could take care of himself, he usually wanted to read at this time.

Su Qingluan was surprised: "With such a dim candlelight, won't it tire your eyes when you look at it?" Su Qingluan has fully adapted to the conditions of reading and writing in the modern superior and bright lighting environment, and she really can't adapt to the dim and subtle unstable candlelight. Unless she has to, she would rather get up early to read in the morning light than read a word in the candlelight.

Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan without a trace, then glanced at the candlestick he placed on a low cabinet next to the low couch, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you Qingluan for your kindness, but my eyesight is okay, and I am used to being so bright and dark." ”

Su Qingluan also knew that Mu Xingzhi was an adult with self-control, and he didn't need to be a big daddy for the other party, although he was well-intentioned, but too much self-righteous kindness was also annoying. So she nodded: "Then I'll practice two more times to consolidate, otherwise I'll forget about it when I sleep tomorrow morning." ”

After saying that, she turned her head and began to practice coiling her hair with another hairpin—that one happened to be the magnolia hairpin she had just picked out to match the blue curl of Tomorrow Lake.

Mu Xingzhi held the scroll in one hand, and seemed to be reading intently, but in fact, he was thinking about a question: what environment did Su Qingluan live in before.

Mu Xingzhi on the side of the Ning'an Hou Mansion has already made people investigate to the bottom, from the masters of each house to the rough servants, Mu Xingzhi has a general grasp.

Speaking of this "lighting" alone, although the Ning'an Hou Mansion is also a famous family, it is not extravagant and wasteful, poor and extravagant. There is no trespassing. Even in the Ning'an Hou Mansion, lighting the lamp at night is never too much, unless there is a major banquet, there is a quantity of "charcoal" silver per person.

For example, the one Mu Xingzhi is using is centered, and the other three are located on top of the surrounding candlesticks in three directions, which can place four candles the thickness of an adult's wrist at the same time, at this moment, these four thick candles are burning at the same time, which is enough to illuminate the world in front of him.

Such a candlestick, even for a family like Ning'an's Hou Mansion, is an object that can be used by the master's family - of course, compared to the bare brass candlestick near Mu Xingzhi, the trade union in Ning'an Hou's Mansion is more elaborate.

In the folk, ordinary people don't say it's a thick candlestick with a thin wrist, even if it's a candle with the thickness of a finger, it has to be used very economically, not to mention using four at once, it's simply unimaginably extravagant!

As for the poorer people, let alone lighting, it would be nice to have moonlight at night.

However, Su Qingluan looked at the candlestick in front of Mu Xingzhi, and his expression was full of disapproval.

Mu Xingzhi could see that Su Qingluan didn't have the kind of meaning that could be shown, but it was precisely because of this that Mu Xingzhi realized that in Su Qingluan's cognition, such a bright candlelight was also "quite dim", could it be that there was any other lighting that could be brighter?

How bright can it be? Is it like a bright moon? Or is it even worse......

Just thinking about it, Mu Xingzhi keenly caught Su Qingluan's gaze twisting to him—even though he still maintained the posture of bowing his head to read, and did not look in the direction of Su Qingluan.

He just turned another page of the book, didn't make any other superfluous movements, didn't even blink his eyes more.

Su Qingluan practiced coiling hair three times in a row, and after trying to "invent" another hairstyle by himself and failed, he felt that his two arms were a little sore because of the long-term suspension in the air, so he wanted to relax, so he glanced around the room aimlessly.

She had already roughly looked at her two boxes of clothes and jewelry in the morning, not to mention that in such a dim light now, these clothes would also look like they would have serious color differences, and it was not easy to see the very small patterns on them, so Su Qingluan would not waste her eyes here at all.

And the rest of the corners and corners were waiting for the groom's official yesterday, she had already seen them, so the only one in this room that could be regarded as "ornamental" was Mu Xingzhi.

It is said that looking at the beauty under the lamp is becoming more and more exciting. Although Su Qingluan was not moved, he had to say that looking at Mu Xingzhi's original face under this hazy light, he still had a different kind of amazing feeling.

Even in her previous life, she admired countless Chinese and foreign beauties across the screen, and even saw many male and female artists now, but Mu Xingzhi's appearance is indeed in the entertainment industry in her previous life, and it is also the kind of prominence that can instantly gain a large number of fans. What's more, "there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly", Mu Xingzhi's elegant demeanor is also very rare.

Yesterday, because of a series of messy accidents, coupled with the fact that the "disguise" itself was shocking enough, Su Qingluan did not take a closer look at Mu Xingzhi's face. After calming down again today, Su Qingluan sighed sincerely: Even if you can just appreciate such beauties up close, you won't lose anything!

But......

She stared at Mu Xingzhi's side face, and couldn't help frowning slightly: This face ...... How do you feel like you have a sense of déjà vu......

Just as Su Qingluan stared at Mu Xingzhi's side face in a daze, she didn't notice it, and the expression on Mu Xingzhi's face became a little playful.

After a while, realizing that Su Qingluan had been staring at him motionless for a long time, Mu Xingzhi turned around and smiled: "What is Qingluan looking at, is it possible that flowers are blooming on my face?" ”

Su Qingluan came back to his senses at this time, and looked at Shang Mu Xingzhi with a smile that was not smiling.