Chapter 187 - 179: Clothes Make the Man
Chapter 187: Chapter 179: Clothes Make the Man
Bai Zhi was so thin and frail. Drenched like this, she would surely catch a cold if she didn’t change into dry clothes.
Bai Zhi waved her hand. "Don’t worry about me, Brother Meng. Do you have any clothes that would fit Hu Feng? Please get a set for him."
Meng Nan nodded. "Yes. Hu Feng and I are about the same build, so mine will do. Hurry and come in."
Hu Feng was reluctant. He would have rather stayed in his own clothes, even if they were wet. But he couldn’t withstand Bai Zhi’s insistent look, so he had no choice but to helplessly follow Meng Nan into the inner room.
Meng Nan took a brand-new set of silk inner clothes from his wardrobe, followed by a middle robe the color of a clear sky after rain. Since it was summer, the outer robe was made of a stiff, sheer gauze with subtly embroidered cloud patterns. It was both well-structured and translucent—Meng Nan’s favorite style, and the standard attire for a young nobleman.
He had a whole wardrobe of sashes in various colors and fabrics. From it, he pulled out a sash in a shade similar to the sky-blue middle robe, then picked out a pair of new boots.
He presented the clothes, boots, and sash to Hu Feng, intending to teach him how to put them on. After all, these garments were different from the coarse cloth shirts he usually wore; there was a specific art to wearing them.
But Hu Feng had already unfastened his own belt and said, "Aren’t you going to give me some privacy?"
Meng Nan scoffed. "As if I’m eager to watch you." Not bothering with any more talk, he turned and left the inner room, thinking, ’If you can’t get dressed properly and call for me, I’m not so sure I’ll come back in.’
Hu Feng looked at the clothes before him and expertly began to put them on, piece by piece. A vague feeling surfaced within him—he had worn clothes like this before. He was certain of it.
Once dressed in the clean clothes, he took a dry cloth from the side and wiped his dripping hair. He casually tied it into a small topknot, letting a few damp strands fall to his shoulders, and then walked out.
The Jin guard had already borrowed a woman’s outfit and was just handing it to Bai Zhi when Hu Feng pushed the door open and emerged.
The gazes of the three other people in the room instantly fixed upon Hu Feng, and none of them could look away.
The Jin guard sighed. "As the saying goes, ’clothes make the man.’ It’s really true."
Meng Nan watched Hu Feng, a brow slightly arched. In both looks and bearing, Hu Feng was different from an ordinary farmer. Having shed the coarse cloth for these splendid robes, it was as if he were born to wear them. He possessed an innate, noble aura that was impossible to ignore.
He’d had a similar feeling when he first met Hu Feng, but he had dismissed it as a trick of the light. He never imagined that his eyes hadn’t been deceiving him after all.
Bai Zhi stepped forward with a smile, reaching out to feel the fabric of Hu Feng’s clothes. "This color is incredibly hard for people to pull off, but you wear it so effortlessly. I guess when you have the looks, you can get away with anything."
Hu Feng was in no mood to joke around. He frowned and shot her a sidelong glance. "Are you going to change or not? Are you trying to get sick?"
Bai Zhi stuck out her tongue, muttered something under her breath, and hurried into the inner room.
When she came out, the gazes of the three men in the room were instantly drawn to her. The Jin guard marveled again, "That saying about ’clothes make the man’ is really true!"
Bai Zhi was wearing a short, cross-collared blouse of white brocade with a pink floral pattern, and a pale yellow skirt embroidered with a bamboo design. The skirt was a little too long. Lifting the hem with one hand, she gave a slightly sheepish smile. "This skirt is a bit long. It’s not very easy to walk in."
The bruises on her face had faded away, and her naturally fair skin looked even more delicate and lovely set against the pink blouse. It was just a shame that she was still a bit too short and thin.