Tang Dynasty Hanfu Novels & Stories

Yang Xiao had no choice but to send a text message to Tang Muxue to explain the situation clearly. "I'll be right there, I'll be right there!" Yang Xiao could only head to school first. As soon as they arrived at the school gate, Yang Xiao was shocked by Tang Tang's makeup tonight. As far as the eye could see, Tang Tang was wearing a pure white suspender nightgown, and her delicate clavicle-like arms were exposed in the air. Under the soft setting sun, there was an attractive pink luster, especially her long and narrow legs, which were full of fatal temptation.

She didn’t even know she had one, so she was curious. Struggling to look at it, her body twisted and contorted in various positions. She untied the top of her hanfu, pulling it down exposing the soft pale skin of her shoulders, and turning her head to get a closer look. Pulling her hair around to the front, the light reflected off her white flesh.

He got the impression that she was particularly ticked off this time as when both his elder brothers visited him prior, had said that she had practically pleaded with them to reprimand him when they visited her after their return. Jin Huan leaned back into his seat as he resigned himself, slightly adjusting the soft green of his robes. The outer robes tied neatly in a formal knot held by dark green sash while the inner robes were buttoned up to his neck with golden buttons. Unlike his usual choice of attire he was dressed quite conservatively considering they were heading towards a place of worship otherwise his mother would definitely have his head and wring his corpse dry. Though by the lo

How are you going to love her if she herself won’t be alive…’ ‘Su Yeon ah… I will tell you everything soon… till then, I have to be rude to you…’ Within a span of a minute, Han Jiang could now clearly remember the whole dream, as if he lived that moment… Just in the next blink, all restored back to the normally bright and crowded surrounding… but the clenched fists of his friend remained the same. He looked at those clenched fists and then at the front, where a girl was wearing the similar fiery red heavy traditional Hanfu. By holding the Hanfu, she walked gracefully towards a guy. Both of them had a sweet smile on their faces, completely different from what he has seen in the dream. ‘Huh? M

"Please join me in welcoming the Third Young Miss, Danice Roan, into the family!" The orchestra swelled as the spotlight shifted to the top of the grand staircase. Every gaze turned upward. There stood a young girl in a cream-colored gown that shimmered softly beneath the lights. Its upper layer, translucent like a veil of silk mist, draped gracefully in the style of a hanfu. Golden embroidery traced the neckline and sleeves, echoing the elegance of ancient Chinese attire. From the waist down, the gown blossomed into a voluminous layered skirt, cascading in folds reminiscent of a European ball gown.

Soon summer will approach. Li Wei seemed to be meditating in that Tao Hua Flower Garden – Peach. The moon on the horizon is brightly lit. No clouds were blocking the rays; the light fell on the boy. There appeared a figure in a long robe of simple cloth. The robe was embroidered with cranes flying on its back. He approached Li Wei. When the Moonlight struck his face, he looked earthy in a tunic the same color as the wide-sleeved robe. When the wind rustled past between his sleeves, he looked majestic. The middle-aged man wore a Hanfu hat like a literary expert usually wears.

He will be the turning point in the swinging King's life. Aranjo closed her eyes and enjoyed the service. When finished, Aranjo's body was dried with a soft cloth and put on a beautiful hanfu. Red Hanfu with gold thread embroidery forms a beautiful plum blossom. The hanfu was so soft, Aranjo was sure this hanfu fabric was real silk. Aranjo was instructed to sit in front of a large dressing table. The lady-in-waiting began to do her hair and put on makeup. The last thing to perfect her look was the red paper sandwiched between her tiny lips. Aranjo looked at the reflection of herself in the brass mirror and smiled contentedly. Her beauty shone brighter and brighter, and her body was fragrant

As long as he could no longer see it, his heart will be at ease. -Out of sight and out of mind. Ryan once again checked his hair. He tidied up his appearance until he felt a surge of satisfaction. The silver hairpin, which is dull in color and appeared lackluster, had perfectly immaculate his scholar-like appearance. He looked like a young master from ancient Chinese drama. If he could disrobe the eye-catching sleeping outfit into a simple Hanfu or something- A soft knock on the door startled him. His body became frigid. Someone's coming! Uhh, where should he go? Does he need to hide? But, the question is where?!