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"Didn't you bring one?" Yuan Ming asked, looking at the package on Ling Fei's shoulder behind him. Wasn't that readily available?

Before Zheng Zhian could answer, he continued, "No wonder everyone says girls like to shop." Whenever he went to a fabric shop while he was out, it was always full of girls, and it would take half an hour to pick and choose. Suddenly, he didn't want to go with her anymore.

Zheng Zhian rolled his eyes at her. "From now on, you can't call me 'little sister.' Like before, call me 'little brother.' Also, my name is Yun An now. Got it?"

If we don't use aliases, we can't compete based on the surname "Zheng".

Now they need to keep a low profile and can't dress too flashy.

Yuan Ming pursed his lips, "Fine."

The two handed the reins to Ling Fei and went into the shop to take a look. The shop owner was obviously very perceptive. Looking at the two men's demeanor and appearance, the middle-aged woman behind the counter showed obvious amazement. Her hair was simply tied up with a plain silver hairpin, and her face was covered with a rich and friendly smile. She quickly came out from behind the counter to greet them.

"What kind of clothes would you two young masters like? Would you prefer them custom-made or ready-made?"

The shop wasn't very big. In the middle were uncut fabrics, while ready-made clothes were supported by wooden frames around the perimeter of the shop. There were very few men's robes, so it was clear that women were the majority of customers.

Zheng Zhian drew a fan from his waist, opened it, and gently waved it as he replied in a mild tone, "We'd like to see the ready-made clothes."

The proprietress smiled and led the two to a row of men's robes at the far end. "These are all the latest fashions. Would you two gentlemen like to take a look?"

Following her introduction, the two looked over and, with just one glance, Zheng Zhian had a good idea of ​​what the fabrics were like. However, she only wanted to buy a few ordinary robes. After scanning the row, she selected a rather inconspicuous blue robe with intertwined floral patterns. "This one will do."

The proprietress smiled happily on her wealthy face and took out the item she had chosen. "Young master has excellent taste. This is a new arrival in our store, and it's very fashionable."

Zheng Zhian took the clothes and roughly compared the lengths; they were about the same. As expected of someone in business, he was very meticulous.

She picked out several similar items, including a dark red, narrow-sleeved, tie-dyed robe. She subconsciously said to the person next to her, "This one's nice, what do you think?"

After a long silence, they noticed that Yuan Ming was frowning, his face full of disgust.

Zheng Zhian thought he was disgusted by the clothes, so he walked closer and whispered to persuade him, "Let's make do with these. I ran away from home, so it's not appropriate for me to wear anything too nice. Otherwise, my father's men will catch me and take me back. Do you want me to be caught?"

Yuan Ming shook his head, but still said with disdain, "I don't like it."

"What color do you like? Let's pick one out." Zheng Zhian's voice unconsciously carried the tone of coaxing a child.

Seeing that he was still shaking his head, Zheng Zhian was in a dilemma. He glanced around and then looked at the clothes on his body. He decided to leave it as it was.

"It has no color."

The voice was so low it was like the buzzing of a mosquito, and Zheng Zhian didn't hear it at first. Seeing him lower his head and awkwardly fidget with his fingers, looking like a wronged and awkward little child, she tilted her waist and looked down at him, asking softly, "I might have been distracted just now, I didn't hear you clearly, what's wrong?"

What's wrong with this sincere and honest boy? If it weren't so inappropriate, she would have liked to pat his drooping head.

"I can't see the color."

The sound was a little louder than before, and she heard it clearly. Zheng Zhian was stunned, unable to tell whether she couldn't distinguish it or there was no other color at all.

How many types can it be divided into?

"Black, white."

Zheng Zhian finally understood why he always liked to wear those flashy clothes. She patted his arm, took his wrist, and selected a few clothes with an unchanged expression. "I'll help you pick them out. They'll definitely suit you perfectly. I guarantee you'll be the most stylish person on the street when you go out." The proprietress stepped forward from the side and took out the robes.

Hearing her say that, Yuan Ming slowly raised his head and looked at her, blinking his deep eyes, his fan-like eyelashes fluttering, still glistening with tears, and asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really?"

In recent years, every time he went to the fabric store to buy clothes, a bunch of people would look at him with strange eyes and point at him. So he started buying a lot of the same clothes at once so that he wouldn't have to go to the store anymore.

"Yes, you have to trust my judgment. Go change your clothes now."

The proprietress quickly stepped forward and asked the waiter to lead the way. The two brothers acted like the elder brother, and the elder brother acted like the younger brother. It was quite amusing.

"Boss lady, calculate how much it costs." Zheng Zhian ignored the curiosity in her eyes. When they were talking just now, the boss lady stood far away. She was so observant. It would be hard for this shop not to make money.

The wealthy proprietress took out a small golden abacus from the counter, fiddled with it a few times, and said, "Young master, it's fifty taels and forty-seven coins in total. Since you bought so much, I'll round it down. You can just give me fifty taels and forty coins."

Zheng Zhian took out a money pouch from his robe, counted it for a long time, and then gave him fifty-one taels. "Keep the change. Get me a set of clothes."

When she came out after changing, Yuan Ming had already changed out of his fancy robes and was wearing an ice-blue cloud-patterned green shirt. He stood there quietly, looking elegant and graceful, with a slender and frosty appearance.

It was indeed very suitable for him, but the next second, the moment he opened his mouth, he shattered this perfect image.

"Does it look good?" In Yuan Ming's eyes, this outfit was all white and very plain.

Zheng Zhian nodded affirmatively and said, "It looks good. You can ask the proprietress if you don't believe me."

The proprietress quickly chimed in, sincerely praising, "Young master, you are so handsome and elegant, you'd be a sight to behold for any girl on the street."

Everyone likes to hear nice things. Although Yuan Ming didn't quite understand what his good clothes had to do with the girls on the street, he still nodded and said, "Thank you."

When Zheng Zhian heard her say that, he remembered the purpose of his previous visit. His change of appearance was normal, but it also made him more conspicuous. She sighed helplessly in her heart and thought, "Let it be."

The two bid farewell, carrying two packages, and reunited with Ling Fei.

"What does 'the most handsome boy' mean?" Yuan Ming asked, placing the items on the horse's back, his curiosity piqued.

Zheng Zhian paused, "He is the most handsome young master."

She saw that sentence on the StarNet and blurted it out without thinking.

Yuan Ming nodded.

"Ling Fei, why don't you go buy a few sets of clothes too? The brocade robes the three of them were wearing before aren't really suitable for wandering around." Zheng Zhian tossed him the money bag and naturally took the reins.

Everyone should be neat and tidy.

......

The group traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently, truly in the mood for sightseeing, and finally arrived at the main city of Changfeng half a month later.

Changfeng, Shangtai, and Lindan are the three prefectures closest to the capital, each with a garrison of 100,000 men. However, these are all controlled by the Jian, Yang, and Gongyu families.

Previously, they were there to guard the capital. If anything happened in the capital, these troops could arrive in ten days by fast horse. Now, the garrison has changed its purpose.

Seeing the ancient and towering city walls standing firm and unbreakable, the three of them controlled the reins and slowed down.

As they approached the city gate, soldiers with spears suddenly blocked their way.