Bai Zhi is so thin and soaked, if you don't put on dry clothes, you will definitely catch the cold.
Bai Zhi waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, Brother Meng, do you have any clothes suitable for Hu Feng? Give him a set."
Meng Nan nodded: "Yes, I am 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 eye attack, so he had no choice but to follow Meng Nan into the inside.
Meng Nan took out a brand new silk blouse from her closet, followed by the rainy blue middle blouse. Because it was summer, the outer robes were made of dark embroidered slab gauze, which was tangible and thin. It is Meng Nan's favorite dress, and it is also the standard dress of aristocratic sons.
He has a chest of belts of various colors and materials. He drew a waistband similar to the color of the azure shirt from the belt of a chest, and took a pair of newly made boots.
He sent the clothes, shoes and belt to Hu Feng's front, and was about to teach him how to wear them. After all, these clothes were different from the coarse shirts he usually wore, and the way to wear them was exquisite.
Hu Feng had already unfastened his belt and said to him, "Don't you avoid it?"
Meng Nan cut, "It sounds like how rare I look at you." He was too lazy to talk nonsense, and turned around, thinking that if you don't wear well, call me again, I might not go in.
Hu Feng looked at the clothes in front of him, slipping on his body piece by piece skillfully, and he faintly felt that he used to wear such clothes, and he must wear them often.
Put on clean clothes, he took another dry cloth towel and wiped the dripping hair, casually put a small bun on the top of his head, put some wet hair on his shoulders, and went out.
Jin Shiwei had already borrowed a set of dresses, and just handed it to Bai Zhi's hand, Hu Feng pushed the door out.
The eyes of the three people in the room were immediately fixed on Hu Feng's body, and they couldn't move a point away.
The guard sighed: "As the saying goes, people rely on clothing and Buddhas rely on gold clothing. This is really true."
Meng Nan looked at Hu Feng and raised his eyebrows slightly. Hu Feng's ordinary peasant man was different in appearance or manner. He took off the coarse cloth shirt and put on this gorgeous brocade clothes, as if he was born to wear brocade clothes. The material, the extravagance from the inside out makes it impossible to ignore.
When he first met Hu Feng, he had felt this way. At that time, he was only dazzled, but he didn't expect that it was not dazzled at that time.
Bai Zhi smiled and stepped forward and touched Hu Feng's clothes, "This color of clothes is extremely picky. You can control it easily. A good foundation is self-willed."
Hu Feng wasn't in the mood to laugh with her, frowned and squinted at her, "Don't change clothes yet, waiting to get sick?"
Bai Zhi stuck out his tongue, muttered something, and hurried to the inside.
When she came out, the eyes of the three men in the room were immediately attracted by her, and Jin Guards sighed again: "It's true that people rely on clothes!"
Bai Zhi wore a white brocade blouse with a cross-collared collar and a goose yellow bamboo phoenix skirt. The skirt was slightly longer. She held the skirt in one hand and smiled a little stupidly: "This skirt is too long and it’s not easy to walk. ."
The bruises on his face had disappeared, and the pale skin became more and more beautiful against the pink blouse, but it was a pity that he was shorter and thinner.