Tang Dynasty Hanfu Novels & Stories

Xyla could simply guess and see through all her little tricks. She flicked a glance at Mary coldly. Then, she grabbed the tabletop microphone in front of Rebecca and placed it before her. She glared at Mary and began, “Emperor Xuanzong of Tang was in love with Yang Yuhuan back then. Yang Yuhuan loved to dance so he had this silver censer created especially for her. He hoped that Yang Yuhuan would dance in fragrance, and wore the censer on her at all times.”

How childish for a future CEO of the Leng empire to scheme against her. TangShi gritted her teeth, hurried into the bathroom to quickly wash her face and pulled on the clothes that Xiaosu held out for her. It was a simple lemon dress with a daisy print all over, in a soft floaty fabric. The underwear was white and simple, not at all sexy, with new white slippers to wear downstairs. This was more TangShi's style and judging by the lack of labels, it seemed these had not just been bought. There was a fresh scent of laundry detergent and they seemed to have been ironed meticulously already.

Li Liang Rong has the perfect jaw for a woman but has the perfect build for a man. And then came Han Yao Ying, gracefully came out with the help of a yahuan. Along with her finest hair accessories on her perfect updo. Dressed in a soft pink long dress, with thick makeup and a pastel color lip coloring, Han Yao Ying stepped down slowly and then turned her face to check who was being greeted by her parents. In Jiang Xi Yu’s opinion, Han Yao Ying got her father’s face and her mother’s manner in her genes. That made her beautiful. Just like a small fox.

She made him wear a traditional hanfu—rented, because his late grandfather’s was still too big across the shoulders and too long in the sleeves—and she proudly wore one herself. Li Han felt awkward at first, drowning in elegance like a duck wearing embroidered silk, but the photographer was kind, the lighting soft, and once he relaxed, he looked… well, like someone who belonged to a storybook era. Afterward they went on a picnic, eating simple food under a tree, the breeze tugging playfully at their sleeves. For once, life was quiet and nice without any complications. When he returned home, he carried back jars of pickles and little side dishes his grandmother made in bulk, and his parents w

"Gladyce!" Wearing a fiery red dress, Tang Rou waved her hand at Gladyce. Gladyce smiled and walked towards her. Tang Lu was already a beautiful woman. Unlike Gladyce, her beauty was exquisite and gentle, while Tang Lu's beauty was just like the fiery red dress she was wearing at the moment, passionate and unrestrained. Even though she was already so beautiful, she was still generous enough to dress herself up with a pile of luxury goods.

Hanzo explains, placing a towel on the counter then begins to pull clothes out of the bag. “Looks like Hana picked some nice clothes out,” he mentions holding up an olive-green flowy dress that looks comfortable. Most of the clothes he pulls out are swoop neck tank tops similar to Hanzo’s and shorts or jeans with a couple flowy dresses that are fitted at the bust.

"You're awake?" Mo Yuhan asked as he leaned on the door frame with a breakfast tray in his hand. Tang Li glanced at him and nodded meekly. He was wearing a white shirt combined with black pants. His outfit was quite casual but it was expensive. Tang Li could see that it would exceed six figures if you calculate the price. She couldn't help but ponder why the god will create him with such perfect feautures. Even in such a casual outfit, he was making her drool.

Kana told her to live the life she wanted the most, to be at peace. From time to time his shadow guards will come to visit the site for the plan granary, it's a huge storage building where they will put all their harvests for future purposes. Exactly three months has passed after the Emperor restricted everyone to hold any banquet for the sake of filial piety, a huge banquet was arranged and everyone is invited to the Imperial Hall. Sheen took her time to meticulously dress Consort Han, he's wearing a black hanfu, with butterfly patterns, his hair is adorned by pretty little shells made into clips.

says Yan with a respectful nod. They both have dressed for the occasion. Yan in a sleek, pale pink chiffon hanfu with a rose gold floral print band around the waist and matching print along the collar, her hair up in a high bun with jewelled clips in the side. Jianyu on the other hand looks very much like the Alpha he is. A white and black hanfu with black calligraphy painted on the shoulders and breast with a gold belt around his waist. They both look regal and full of authority. “I know this is a celebration and I’d hate to talk business…” Jianyu begins slowly.

However, Murong Cheng as a clan head, his city was extremely deep, if he deliberately hid something, if the onlookers wanted to see the clues from his face, I'm afraid it would be impossible. Mu Zi's attention shifted to the clothes in his hand, she tried, "Why don't you wear them for me later?" Murong Cheng smiled and rubbed her head, "Good." The clothes were a set, an old-fashioned navy blue button-down cardigan, very well cut, the outwardly turned cuffs were embroidered with a circle of delicate pirouetting symmetrical floral patterns, the buttons were made of turquoise, and there was dark embroidery on the collar and hem. When an older person wore this dress, it was both rich and elegant