Chapter 180 People Rely on Clothes
Angelica is so thin and weak, and if she doesn't change into dry clothes, she will definitely catch the wind and cold.
Bai Zhi waved his hand: "I don't mind, Brother Meng, do you have any clothes suitable for Hu Feng? Get him a set."
Meng Nan nodded: "Yes, I'm about the same size as Hu Feng, just wear mine. Come in."
Hu Feng was a little reluctant, even if it was wet clothes, he would rather wear his own, but he couldn't resist Bai Zhi's eyes, so he had no choice but to follow Meng Nan into the room.
Meng Nan took out a brand new silk tunic from his closet, followed by the azure tunic after the rain. Because it was summer, the outer robe was made of dark embroidered moiré, which was tangible and thin. It is Meng Nan's favorite attire, and it is also the standard attire of noble sons.
He has a chest of belts of various colors and materials, from which he drew a corset of a color similar to that of a sky-blue tunic, and a pair of newly made boots.
He sent the clothes, shoes and belts to Hu Feng, and was planning to teach him how to wear them. After all, these clothes were different from the coarse cloth shirts he usually wore, and the way of wearing them was particular.
Hu Feng had already untied his belt and said to him, "Aren't you going to avoid it?"
Meng Nan cut out: "It's as if I rarely see you." He was too lazy to talk nonsense, turned around and walked out of the room, thinking that if you don't dress well and call me again, I won't necessarily go in.
Hu Feng looked at the clothes in front of him, and skillfully put them on one by one. He had a faint feeling that he often wore such clothes before, and he must wear them often.
Putting on clean clothes, he took another dry cloth towel and wiped his dripping hair, casually pulled a small bun on the top of his head, put some wet hair on his shoulders, and went out like this.
Jin Guard had already borrowed a dress, and as soon as it was handed to Bai Zhi, Hu Feng pushed open the door and came out.
The eyes of the three people in the room were immediately fixed on Hu Feng's body, and they couldn't take it away any longer.
The golden guard sighed: "As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold clothes. This is really not wrong at all."
Meng Nan looked at Hu Feng and raised his brows slightly. Whether it was his appearance or his bearing, Hu Feng was different from an ordinary farmer man. He took off the coarse cloth shirt and put on this gorgeous brocade, as if he was born to wear brocade. The material, the extravagance from the inside out can not be ignored.
When he first saw Hu Feng, he had this feeling. At that time, he only said that he was dazzled, but he didn't expect that it was not dazzling at that time.
Bai Zhi smiled and stepped forward, reached out and touched the clothes on Hu Feng's body, "This color of clothes is very attractive, you can easily control it, and a good foundation is self-willed."
Hu Feng was not in the mood to joke with her, so he frowned and squinted at her, "Aren't you going to change your clothes, are you waiting to get sick?"
Bai Zhi stuck out her tongue, muttered something, and hurriedly went to the inner room.
When she came out, the eyes of the three men in the room were immediately attracted to her, and the golden guard sighed again: "It's true that people rely on clothes!"
Bai Zhi was wearing a white-ground pink and flower brocade cross-collared blouse, a goose-yellow bamboo-patterned impatiens skirt, the skirt was slightly longer, she held the skirt in one hand, smiling a bit silly: "This skirt is too long, it's not very convenient to walk. ."
The bruises on his face have disappeared, and the originally fair skin has become more delicate and beautiful under the background of the pink short shirt, but unfortunately, his stature is shorter and thinner.