The corner on the third floor happens to be in a concave corner, so the light cannot reach it and it is very dark.
Looking from Mu Yunhan's corner, he could only see a lean and tall figure standing there.
He looks like a young man, and the robe he is wearing seems to be black, and the whole person blends in with the dark color.
She recalled the moment when she had a startling glimpse before, her heart tightened inexplicably, and her breathing became rapid.
She has always been taken care of by Huanhualou. Is it because of this person?
The man seemed to have noticed her and slowly backed away. After the door squeaked, he disappeared.
Lady Yan came over, looked up at the stairs, and said with a smile, "I'll send the guests out."
Mu Yunhan looked directly at her, and said softly but firmly: "Is your host here? I have been taking care of you. I want to thank him in person."
There was a flash of surprise in Lady Yan's eyes, and then she smiled and wanted to refuse: "Unfortunately..."
"Master, the master asked you to take the guests upstairs." A beautiful maid in blue came quietly and saluted Mu Yunhan politely.
Madam Yan turned around, turned her back to Mu Yunhan and the maid and winked, asking if it was true or false. The maid nodded and blinked in the affirmative.
Madam Yan showed a sweet smile: "Guests, please. You are so lucky. Our host rarely sees people."
As soon as you step onto the third floor, you are greeted by a quiet, solemn, elegant and clean atmosphere.
The ground is covered with thick, snow-white wool carpets, which are soft and soft when you step on them, as if you are walking on the clouds.
The walls on both sides are dark black with no decoration at all. There are occasional doors and windows, and there are no carved decorations. They are extremely simple and clean.
For some reason, Mu Yunhan felt that the third floor was quieter than other places, as if he would become cautious no matter what sound he heard here.
She suddenly regretted her impulse and asked Lady Yan softly: "What should I pay attention to?"
Lady Yan said softly: "The host likes to be quiet and has a cold nature. If he doesn't answer your question, it's not directed at you, so please don't worry about it."
Mu Yunhan nodded: "I understand."
Walking to the door at the far end, Madam Yan stopped, carefully arranged her clothes and hair accessories, and knocked on the door carefully: "Master, the guest is here."
A deep male voice faintly sounded: "Please."
Madam Yan opened the door carefully, not daring to glance into the room with the corner of her eye. She made a "please" gesture and invited Mu Yunhan: "Please."
Mu Yunhan looked into the room.
This is a very spacious room, and the floor is no longer covered with wool carpets, but more expensive silk carpets.
The three walls are all covered with very tall bookshelves, filled with books.
Opposite her, there is a large round window, with two exquisite and delicate light purple Xiangfei curtains hanging in the lower half of the window. Above the bamboo curtains, there are blooming pink and white roses hanging down, swaying with the breeze.
There are two rows of tall black cabinets on the wall around the round window, with countless drawers scattered on them.
Under the round window, there is a long table.
A man wearing a black robe, with his black hair tied up meticulously, and his body as tall and sharp as a sword, had his back to her, kneeling on the ground and writing at his desk.
She doesn't know him.
Mu Yunhan stared at this figure and saluted with disappointment: "The host is Ankang. An uninvited guest is here to visit."
The room smelled faintly of rue used to repel insects from books. Occasionally, the breeze blew through, bringing with it the faint scent of roses. The man in black robe at the window stopped writing. (To be continued)