"What did you say..." Before Su Qingluan could finish her words, Mu Xingzhi turned her head back.

"Don't move, I'm holding a comb in my hand," the man's smiling voice came from behind. "It's not a good thing if the bride gets pricked on the head with a wooden comb in the bedroom on the first day of her wedding."

"Why are you combing my hair all of a sudden? And right before I go to sleep..." Su Qingluan looked behind her through the brass mirror, but because of the angle, she couldn't see Mu Xingzhi's face clearly, but she could see his nimble fingers flying through her hair.

"Because even if your hair is not done well, you will have plenty of time to arrange it again if it becomes loose." Mu Xingzhi quickly arranged the loose braids back into the same style as during the day. He looked down at Su Qingluan who was stretching out her hand to test the top of her hair. "Qingluan, don't you want to learn how to do this hairstyle?"

"..." So this guy really has the ability to read minds? Su Qingluan curled her lips and said nothing more.

I have to say that Mu Xingzhi is indeed a patient and excellent teacher. Whether he is styling or taking down the hair, he always follows the order. With the help of the mirror, Su Qingluan can see very clearly how the hair is put on and how it is taken down.

After only two tries, Su Qingluan learned this beautiful and simple, yet not loose, way of styling her hair. Finally, she no longer had to look at each hairpin with a frown on her face.

She could even think about whether there was a plainer hairpin to match the aqua blue dress she would wear tomorrow.

After learning how to do a hair bun, it was actually still early, so Mu Xingzhi signaled Su Qingluan to do as she pleased, as he usually read at this time.

Su Qingluan was surprised. "Won't it tire my eyes to read in such dim candlelight?" Su Qingluan had completely adapted to reading and writing in modern, brightly lit environments. She simply couldn't adapt to the dim, subtle, and unstable light of candlelight. Unless absolutely necessary, she would rather get up early and read in the morning light than read a single word by candlelight.

Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan inconspicuously, then glanced at the candlestick he had 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, and I'm used to this kind of light and dark."

Su Qingluan also knew that Mu Xingzhi was a self-disciplined adult, and that she didn't need to be a censor. Although she meant well, too much self-righteous kindness was annoying. So she nodded and said, "Then I'll practice it a couple more times to consolidate my knowledge, otherwise I'll forget it after I sleep tomorrow morning."

After saying that, she turned around and started practicing her hair-tying routine with another hairpin - that hairpin happened to be the magnolia hairpin she had just picked out to match the lake blue hem of her dress for tomorrow.

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 had someone investigate the Ning'an Marquis Mansion thoroughly, and he had a general grasp of everyone from the owners of each room to the servants.

Speaking of lighting, while the Ning'an Marquisate was a prestigious family, it wasn't one for extravagance and extravagance. When it came to food, clothing, and daily expenses, there was no room for overstepping boundaries. Even within the Ning'an Marquisate, excessive evening lighting was strictly prohibited. Unless there was a major banquet, each person was allocated a certain amount of silver for "charcoal."

For example, the one Mu Xingzhi is using has one in the middle, and the other three are placed on the surrounding candlesticks in three directions. It 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 would be a presentable item for the head of a household even for a family like the Ning'an Marquis Mansion - of course, compared to the bare brass candlestick next to Mu Xingzhi, the workmanship in the Ning'an Marquis Mansion would be more refined.

Among ordinary people, ordinary families would be very frugal with candlesticks as thick as wrists, let alone candles as thick as fingers. Not to mention using four at once, it was an unimaginable luxury!

As for the poorer people, let alone lighting, it would be great if they could have moonlight at night.

However, when Su Qingluan looked at the candlestick in front of Mu Xingzhi just now, her expression was full of disapproval.

Mu Xingzhi could see that Su Qingluan had no intention of showing off, 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 could it be? Like the bright moon in the sky? Or something even brighter...

Just as he was thinking, Mu Xingzhi keenly noticed that Su Qingluan's gaze turned to him - even though he still kept his head down reading and did not look in Su Qingluan's direction.

He just turned another page of the book without making any other unnecessary movements, not even blinking.

Su Qingluan practiced bunting three times in a row and tried to "invent" another hairstyle but failed. She felt her arms were a little sore from being suspended in the air for a long time, so she wanted to relax and looked around the room aimlessly.

She had already taken a rough look at her two boxes of clothes and jewelry in the morning. Moreover, in such dim light now, these clothes would appear to have serious color differences, and it would be difficult to see the very fine patterns on them, so Su Qingluan would not waste her eyes here at all.

She had already looked at the remaining corners and edges while waiting for the groom yesterday, so the only person in the room who could be considered "spectacular" was Mu Xingzhi.

They say that when you look at a beautiful woman under a lamp, your heart will be more and more moved. Although Su Qingluan was not moved, she had to admit that seeing Mu Xingzhi's original face under this hazy light still gave her a special feeling of astonishment.

Even though she had admired countless beauties from China and abroad through the screen in her previous life, and even saw many male and female entertainers in the present, Mu Xingzhi's appearance was indeed outstanding in the entertainment industry in her previous life, and would instantly attract a large number of fans. Moreover, "the knowledge of poetry and books makes one elegant", Mu Xingzhi's elegant demeanor in every move was also very rare.

Yesterday, due to a series of chaotic accidents, coupled with the shocking fact of the "disguise" itself, Su Qingluan didn't 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 it is just to appreciate such a beauty up close, it is not a loss for me!

but……

She stared at Mu Xingzhi's profile and couldn't help but frowning slightly: This face...why does it feel like I've seen it before...

Just as Su Qingluan was staring at Mu Xingzhi's profile in a daze, she didn't notice that the expression on Mu Xingzhi's face also became a little playful.

After a moment, realizing that Su Qingluan had been staring at him for a long time, Mu Xingzhi turned around and said with a smile, "What are you looking at, Qingluan? Is there something blooming on my face?"

Su Qingluan finally came back to her senses and met Mu Xingzhi's half-smile.