"What did you say..." Before Su Qingluan could finish her words, Mu Xingzhi pushed her head back again.
"Don't move, I'm holding the comb in my hand," the man's smiling voice came from behind, "If it's the first day of the wedding and the bride gets pricked in the head by a wooden comb in the bedroom, it's not a good thing."
"Why are you combing my hair all of a sudden? And it's just 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 in time to see how his nimble fingers were flying in his hair.
"Because even if your skills are not good at this time and the braided hair is loose, you still have enough time to arrange it again." After a while, Mu Xingzhi put the separated braids back into the same way as in the day, and looked down at Stretching out his hand to test Su Qingluan's foamy hair, "Don't Qingluan want to learn this kind of hairstyle?"
"..." So this guy really has the ability to read minds, right? Su Qingluan curled her lips and said no more.
It has to be said that Mu Xingzhi is indeed a patient and excellent teacher. Whether he is doing hair twisting or undoing, he always does it in order. With the help of a mirror, Su Qingluan can see very clearly. How the hair is tied up and how it is untied.
After going back and forth only twice, Su Qingluan learned this beautiful and simple way of braiding her hair, but it was not loose at all. Finally, she no longer had to look at the hairpins and frown.
Even now, she can still think about whether the aqua blue dress tomorrow will be matched with a lighter hairpin.
It was still early to learn how to put up one's hair, so Mu Xingzhi indicated that Su Qingluan could do as he pleased, as he usually wanted to read at this time.
Su Qingluan was surprised: "Wouldn't it tire your eyes to look at such a dim candlelight?" Su Qingluan has completely adapted to the conditions of reading and writing in the modern superior and bright lighting environment. She really can't adapt to the dim and subtle conditions. Unstable candlelight. Unless she had to, she would rather get up early and read in the morning light than read a word by candlelight.
Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan without leaving a trace, then at the candlestick he placed on a low cabinet next to the couch, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you Qingluan for your kindness, but my eyesight is still good. I’m used to such light and dark.”
Su Qingluan also knew that Mu Xingzhi was an adult with self-control and did not need to be the big daddy to take care of things. Although he had good intentions, too many self-righteous good intentions were annoying. So she nodded: "Then I will practice it twice more to consolidate it, otherwise I will forget it when I sleep tomorrow morning."
After saying that, she turned around and started to practice combing her hair with another hairpin - that one happened to be the magnolia hairpin that she had just chosen to match tomorrow's lake blue skirt.
Mu Xingzhi held the scroll in one hand and seemed to be reading intently, but in fact he was thinking about a question: what kind of environment did Su Qingluan live in before.
Mu Xingzhi at Ning'an Marquis Mansion has been thoroughly investigated. From the owners of each house to the rough servants, Mu Xingzhi has a general grasp.
Speaking of "lighting" alone, although the Ning'an Hou Mansion can be considered a famous family, they are not extravagant and extravagant. There is no arrogance in food and clothing. Even in Ning'an Marquis Mansion, lighting lamps at night must not be excessive. Unless there is a major banquet, each person's "charcoal fire" silver must be limited.
For example, the one Mu Xingzhi is using is centered, and the other three are placed on the surrounding candlesticks in three directions. They can hold four candles as thick as an adult's wrist at the same time. At this moment, these four thick candles are burning at the same time. , enough to illuminate the world in front of him.
Such a candlestick, even for a family like Ning'an Marquis' Mansion, is an item that can be used by the owner - of course, compared to the bare brass candlestick next to Mu Xingzhi, the craftsmen in Ning'an Marquis' Mansion are skilled More refined.
Among the people, ordinary people have to use candles very sparingly, let alone thick candlesticks as thick as their wrists. Even candles as thick as fingers must be used very sparingly. Let alone using four candlesticks at once, it is simply unimaginable luxury!
As for the poorer people, let alone lighting, it would be great to have moonlight to illuminate them at night.
However, just now Su Qingluan looked at the candlestick in front of Mu Xingzhi with an expression full of disapproval.
Mu Xingzhi could see that Su Qingluan did not mean to show off, but it was precisely because of this that Mu Xingzhi realized that in Su Qingluan's perception, such a bright candlelight was also "quite "Dim", is there any other lighting that can be brighter?
How bright can it be? Is it like a bright sky and a bright moon? Or even worse...
Just as he was thinking about it, Mu Xingzhi keenly noticed that Su Qingluan's gaze turned towards him - even though he still kept his head down while reading and did not look in Su Qingluan's direction.
He just turned another page of the book without making any other unnecessary movements or even blinking.
Su Qingluan practiced bunting her hair three times in a row and tried to "invent" another hairstyle on her own but failed. She felt that her arms were a little sore from hanging in the air for a long time, so she wanted to relax and wandered around the room aimlessly. Looking around.
She had already taken a look at her two boxes of clothes and jewelry in the morning, not to mention that under such dim light, these clothes would also appear to have serious color differences, and it would be difficult to see the very small patterns on them clearly, so Su Qing Luan will not waste his eyes here at all.
As for the remaining bits and pieces, she had already seen them while waiting for the groom yesterday, so the only one in the room that could be considered "appreciative" was Mu Xingzhi.
They say that when you look at a beautiful woman under the lamp, you become more and more attracted to her. Although Su Qingluan was not moved, it had to be said that looking at Mu Xingzhi's original face under this hazy light, there was still a strange and amazing feeling.
Even though she had admired countless Chinese and foreign beauties through the screen in her previous life, and even seen many male and female artists now, Mu Xingzhi's appearance was indeed the kind that could gain a large number of fans instantly in the entertainment industry in her previous life. protrude. What's more, "there is poetry and calligraphy in his belly", Mu Xingzhi's elegant demeanor is also very rare.
Because of a series of messy accidents that happened yesterday, and the "disguise" itself was shocking enough, Su Qingluan did not take a closer look at Mu Xingzhi's face. Today, when she calmed down and looked at it again, Su Qingluan sighed sincerely: Even if he can just appreciate such beauties up close, it would be no loss to him!
but……
She stared at Mu Xingzhi's side face and couldn't help but frown slightly: This face... why does it feel like she has seen it all before...
While Su Qingluan was staring at Mu Xingzhi's profile in trance, she didn't notice that the expression on Mu Xingzhi's face also became a little playful.
After a moment, he realized that Su Qingluan had been staring at him motionless for a long time. Mu Xingzhi turned around and said with a smile, "What is Qingluan looking at? Is there flowers blooming on my face?"
Only then did Su Qingluan come back to her senses and saw Mu Xingzhi's half-smiling expression.
