"Steward Fei, ask someone to make some clothes for Shang Ze. I'm going back to the capital next month." After a pause, Lu Xiufan added, "We will prepare a few sets of clothes for the four seasons."
"Yes." Flynn nodded in agreement. Lu Xiufan's intention was obvious, he would bring Shang Ke with him when he returned to the capital next month.
Lu Xiufan was the younger brother of the prince (the queen's husband), and he was very particular about his clothes. As his subordinate, Shang Ke also needs to pay attention to appearance. Fei Lin was more worried that the keepers were not good at socializing and entertaining, and Lu Xiufan would not introduce Shang Ke's identity when he met anyone. If he accidentally clashed with other princes and nobles, the unlucky ones would definitely be those princes and nobles who were not looking for trouble.
Lu Xiufan was already enough to attract hatred. In order to help him draw a little less hatred and a little more favorability, Butler Fei was really heartbroken.
That night, Fei Lin found Shang Ke and instructed him to keep a distance from other people as much as possible when he went to the capital next month. If he couldn't escape, he behaved a little more politely. At the same time, Fei Lin also gave Shang Ke a set of etiquette guidelines. As well as the standard of clothing matching, let him understand it well, so as not to make jokes or offend people in vain.
Shang Ke is no stranger to these etiquette things. Under the supervision of Fei Lin, he read it carefully many times, and sincerely accepted his guidance, and finally passed his assessment with ease.
Except for the lack of rich expressions, Shang Ke's etiquette was almost impeccable, but Fei Lin always felt that something was wrong. After looking at it for a long time, he finally realized that Shang Ke's expression was too cold, no matter how servile he behaved, it gave people a feeling of aloofness. Different from Lu Xiu Fan Wei's solemn and arrogant, Shang was arrogant and indifferent, unmoved by foreign objects.
"Shang Ze, smile like me." Fei Lin gave Shang Ke a modest smile.
Shang Ke looked at his wrinkled face with a blank expression, and there were 10,000 grass and mud horses running in his heart.
"Shang Ze, facial expressions are one of the important channels for people to communicate with each other. Even if you can't smile, try to touch the corners of your mouth as much as possible, like this." Fei Lin hooked the corners of his mouth. "Come on, try it too."
Shang Ke pursed his lips, showing a half-smiling expression, which looked even colder than when he had no expression, and also had a mocking skill.
Fehling continued to guide patiently: "You can try to prolong the process of touching the corners of your mouth and try again."
Shang Ke slowly and slowly moved the corner of his mouth, just like the sloth in Crazy Animal City, and fixed his mocking smile on his face with an extremely strange magnitude.
Fei Lin: "..." God can't save this paralyzed face!
"Pfft!" There was a sudden, uncontrollable low laugh from outside the door.
"Master." Fei Lin embarrassedly saluted the person who came, and at the same time was secretly shocked: Was the master smiling just now? Must be laughing! Absolutely laughed!
"No need to teach, that's it." Lu Xiufan stepped in, walked in front of Shang Ke, and said softly, "Don't force yourself, smiles come from the heart, I have to face each other every day. A fake smile, no need for one more of you."
Only then did Shang Ke return to his usual coolness.
Flynn sighed and stopped insisting. For the emotionless promise-keeper, any facial expressions are superfluous.
A month later, Lu Xiufan took Shang Ke and a guard group to the capital Suoya.
Shang Ke actually didn't want to go to the capital, because the chances of encountering Yue people in the capital were very high. Although the main residence of the Yue family is not in Soya, there are many family members studying and working in the capital. His main mission in this world is to become the successor of Yuejia again, but it is impossible for Yuejia to hand over the position of successor to a promise-keeper who will not live to 35 years old when there are other candidates.
Therefore, Shang Ke had to rely on external forces to forcefully enter the family, and Lu Xiufan was his best backing. At the same time, he also had to find a way to break the balance of power in the Yue family, to mix up the pool of water so that he could take advantage of it.
In addition, the mission only requires him to become the heir of the Yue family again, but it does not mean that he must inherit the Yue family. In other words, he can completely choose another heir after he has won the position of the heir.
This arrangement takes a certain amount of time, and it is not good for him to contact the Yue family too early. Of course, as long as Lu Xiufan was there, he wasn't afraid to deal with those people. His greatest danger should come from Lu Xiufan's enemy.
Lu Xiufan has his own mansion in the capital. Compared with the villa in Boya County, the capital mansion is obviously much more majestic and rich. There are more than 100 servants alone, not to mention the well-equipped guards.
Lu Xiufan didn't stay in the mansion for too long, so he asked Shang Ke to drive him to the palace.
The car stopped outside the palace, Shang Ke was not qualified to enter the palace with Lu Xiufan, and could only take a break in the memo court outside the palace.
The Memo Court is a small palace dedicated to the entourage of noble ministers, drivers, foreign ministers, and minor officials.
Shang Ke was young, handsome, and was the driver of Lu Xiufan. He was quite popular among this group of people. However, because of Lu Xiufan's reputation, no one dared to approach him.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden commotion outside the small palace, and many people in the lounge ran to the door to watch the fun.
I saw a convoy marked with the royal flag coming from a distance, and then parked neatly at the gate of the palace.
"It's Prince Yiyun!" Someone whispered.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of the Royal Team, it's really impressive."
"I haven't seen Prince Yiyun yet? Where is he, has he gotten off?"
"Well, over there."
From the second car of the convoy, a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old brown-haired boy stepped off. Dozens of guards respectfully separated from each other and opened a passage for the boy.
The teenager took a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the parking lot, then bypassed the guard and walked to a luxurious black buoyancy car.
"This is Uncle Wang's Black Wheel 3000." Yi Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he said to the guard, "Go and call Uncle Wang's driver, I have something to ask."
The guard bowed to take orders, turned and ran towards the Memo Court.
But after a long time, Shang Ke was brought before His Royal Highness Yiyun under the envious gaze of everyone.
"You are Uncle Xiufan's driver?" Yi Yun looked up and down at Shang Ke, feeling a little surprised at his age and appearance.
"Yes, His Royal Highness." Shang Fei practiced a standard ceremony for seeing the king.
"What's your name?" Yi Yun asked again.
"Go back to Your Highness, my name is Shang Ze."
Yiyun clicked on his portable computer, opened a video, played it to Shang Ke, and asked, "Did you drive the black wheel in this video?"
Shang Ke nodded: "Yes."
"Very good." Yiyun closed the video and said to Shang Ke, "Come with me, I need you to help me participate in a car race."
"I won't leave my post without permission from an adult."
Yi Yun frowned, probably never met someone who dared to reject him so bluntly.
He didn't say much, clicked on Lu Xiufan's number, dialed it, and said bluntly, "Uncle Wang, I want to borrow your driver."
"Shang Ze?" Lu Xiufan's low voice came from the other end, "What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, I won't embarrass him, I just want to ask him for a favor." Yi Yun's tone slowed down, with a faint pleading. In the face of this iron-faced uncle, he was still a little frightened.
Lu Xiufan was silent for a moment, then replied, "Got it." Then he cut off the communication.
Yi Yun is depressed, what does it mean to know? Is this to borrow or not to borrow
Just when he was wondering, Shang Ke's communicator rang.
"Shang Ze, you can accompany Yiyun to play. If you feel uncomfortable, come back. If you encounter trouble, call me." Lu Xiufan's voice was neither loud nor low. Yi Yun, who was not far away from Shang Ke, could hear clearly.
Yi Yun looked at it again, and vaguely noticed that Uncle Wang seemed a little different to him.
When they ended the call, Yi Yun said, "Since Uncle Wang agrees, you can come with me."
Shang Ke had no objection. Surrounded by guards, he got into an escort car, followed behind Yi Yun's car, and drove to a racing track thirty miles away from the palace.
"Open my purple shadow." Prince Yiyun ordered to the owner as soon as he entered the racetrack.
"Okay, I'll be there soon." The owner immediately asked Zi Ying to come out.
Yi Yun walked quickly to Zi Ying's passenger seat, then waved to Shang Ke, "Come here, take me a few laps first."
"His Royal Highness!" A guard stepped forward to stop him.
Yi Yun glared at him: "Go away, don't disturb this prince's interest."
The guards could only step aside, and then looked at Shang Ke murderously: boy, drive well, if the prince has any accident, I will let you go.
Shang Ke paid no attention to the aggressive eyes of the guards, and sat in the driver's seat with a calm expression.
"His Royal Highness, please fasten your seat belt." Shang Ke reminded Yi Yun while starting the car.
Yi Yun fastened his seat belt and squinted at Shang Ke, thinking that this person was a bit interesting, not to mention whether the driving skills are really as high as the online evaluation, this calmness alone is enough to impress him.
"Let's go." Yi Yun ordered.
Shang Ke didn't hesitate to turn on the kinetic energy, and Zi Ying flew out of the prince's dedicated parking lot like an arrow from the string, heading for the racing track.
At this time, there were thirty or forty assembled luxury cars parked here and there, and four or five cars were racing on the track.
"Go straight to the track." Yi Yun looked at the electronic sign, and several racing cars had just made a lap.
This track is entrenched like a double snake, with twists and turns, and the driving difficulty is very high. It is difficult for the cars on the track to reach the top speed.
Just as several racing cars were chasing me, a purple light and shadow quickly passed through them, taking the lead step by step.
The audience outside the track all exclaimed: "It's His Royal Highness's Ziying."
Zi Ying overtook three or four cars in a row. At the corner, the speed did not decrease but increased, and then with a nice drift, he overtook the car in front and became the first.
Yi Yun was very excited and shouted: "That's it, rush to the finish line in one go!"
Shang Ke did not let him down, soaring all the way, leaving a long purple afterimage on the track, outlining a dazzling arc, making everyone scream. Finally, with a "chi" sound, the car stopped steadily after the finish line, and the whole process was smooth and neat.
"It's great!" A blond young man in a racing suit came over and clapped his hands in praise, "His Royal Highness, your driving skills have improved a lot."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yi Yun walking down from the co-pilot. The young man looked surprised. It turned out that the prince was not driving the car just now
Yi Yun raised his chin and said proudly: "I lost to you last time, this time I will find someone to compare with you again."
"I don't know which racer His Highness invited this time?" the young man asked with a smile.
Before Yiyun could speak, a slightly shy voice suddenly interjected: "Hello, Your Highness Yiyun, I am Yue Xuan from the Yue family of Luo Xu, and it is an honor to meet you here."
"Yuejia?" Yiyun snorted, but he didn't take him to heart, and said to the blond young man, "Ali, can you compare?"
"His Royal Highness has this Yaxing, of course I will accompany you to the end." Yali smiled, "but the two are boring, call Luo Shao and the others too."
At this time, Yue Xuan interjected again: "Your Highness, I wonder if I can send someone to participate?"
Yi Yun and Ya Li frowned at the same time. The former did not speak, the latter glanced at him and said with a smile: "Everyone present can participate, but there are bets in the game."
"It doesn't matter." Yue Xuan said quickly, "I believe that with my family background, the bet is still affordable."
Yali didn't say much anymore. They were not gambling with money, but with the resources and various rare treasures in their hands. Although the Yue family is also a little famous, in the eyes of the nobles in the capital, it is only a wealthy businessman with some background. A hundred years ago, some people might have regarded them as a piece of garlic, but today's Yuejia has long faded out of the aristocratic circle.
"In that case, let's participate together." Yi Yun said noncommittally.
"That's great! Thank you, Your Highness." Yue Xuan was about to say a few more polite words, but saw a familiar figure walking down from Zi Ying's driver's seat. He closed the car door with his backhand, then turned to face Yue Xuan, two cold eyes, crossing the purple shadow, facing him far away.
Yue Xuan's smiling face instantly condensed.
Yue Ze? Why is he here? And he also became Prince Yiyun's royal racing driver!