SFS Chapter 423 Young Master Shen
Chapter 423 Young Master Shen
Outside the Shenwu Gate, several guards dressed in bright yellow brocade robes stood with swords slung over their shoulders, exuding a solemn murderous aura. Their eyes were as sharp as torches, watching warily a carriage and the people next to the carriage on the road across the moat.
The moat shimmered, and the water reflected the sunlight, making people dizzy.
The wide carriage was parked quietly by the roadside, and the copper bells on the shaft swayed gently in the breeze, making crisp jingling sounds.
There was an exquisite sign next to the car door with the words "Shen Mansion" written on it.
Next to the carriage, two men stood with their hands behind their backs. Each of them had a completely different temperament, but both were eye-catching.
One of them still had the youthful and immature look of a teenager. His features had not yet been completely sculpted by time, but he already had a striking handsomeness.
His temperament was cool and aloof. Though not fully grown, he already possessed a sturdy and upright character. He wore a crescent-white robe, the fabric soft and smooth, swaying gently in the breeze. At the collar and cuffs, a few bamboo leaves grew freely against the plain white background. A light-colored belt perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and slender waist.
He stood straight, his face stern, his deep eyes fixed on the tightly closed Shenwu gate, his gaze revealing a barely perceptible expectation and anxiety.
The other person was in stark contrast to him.
His face was as white as jade, his eyebrows slanted like swords, and his narrow eyes revealed an innate sense of nobility and laziness, as if nothing in the world caught his eye. His thin lips were pursed, and a faint smile played at the corner of his mouth, carrying a hint of cynicism.
He was wearing a dark red Shu brocade robe, which was flamboyant and warm. The gold thread embroidered with the circular pattern sparkled in the sunlight. The intricate patterns meandered along the collar and cuffs. Every detail showed the owner's extraordinary status.
He held a sandalwood ink-wash folding fan in his hand, which he would open and wave gently from time to time. The scent of ink on the fan blended with the incense on his body and drifted away in the wind.
The two stood side by side, one still and one moving, one cold and one hot, yet extremely harmonious.
The young man turned his head and said with a hint of helplessness, "Third brother, look at the way you're dressed. Isn't it a bit too flashy? Wherever you go, you're like a shining gold ingot, afraid that others won't notice you!"
The man smiled nonchalantly, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a rather smug look, "Ling Yue, you don't understand this. When Su Ye and Cai Xing come out later, they must have been escorted out by people from Yonghe Palace. I've dressed up so carefully so they can see me clearly, so I can go back and tell my sister everything. Let her know that I'm doing well outside the palace, and everything is going well. Don't worry about me."
When the young man heard this, a trace of regret flashed across his face, and he said hurriedly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had known this, I would have dressed up carefully and dressed more elegantly. My sister would have felt relieved when she knew about this. She always writes to me worried that I wasn't taking care of myself."
These two people are An Lingrong's younger brother An Lingyue and Shen Meizhuang's younger brother, Shen Yunfei, the third young master of the Shen family.
Shen Yunfei tilted his head, carefully looked An Lingyue up and down, then twirled the folding fan in his hand, shook his head and said: "Alright, alright, even if you don't dress up, you still look handsome. If you walk on the street, you will definitely get a lot of attention. But..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, with a mischievous smile on his face, "Compared to me, Young Master, it is definitely still a little inferior. After all, who in this capital doesn't know that I, the Third Young Master of the Shen Family, am a dashing and handsome man."
As Shen Yunfei spoke, he straightened his back and leaned against the carriage in what he considered an extremely unrestrained manner. He tilted his head back slightly, raised his chin slightly, and casually played with the jeweled jade pendant at his waist with one hand. He struck a pose that he thought was very handsome, with a smug smile on his face. He raised an eyebrow at An Lingyue and asked, "How is it? Doesn't this young master look as handsome as Pan An? Looking around this capital, there are not many who can compare with me."
Unexpectedly, the horse pulling the cart may have felt Shen Yunfei's sudden and somewhat reckless leaning, and suddenly raised its front hooves and took a step forward.
This happened without any warning, and Shen Yunfei had no time to react. He lost his balance instantly and stumbled forward. Fortunately, he had learned some martial arts from his father since he was a child, so his lower body was stable, and he waved his arms a few times and managed to stand.
An Lingyue saw this scene clearly from the side and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He smiled and shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of teasing. "Third brother, even this horse can't stand your words and is protesting to you. Can you please stop being so narcissistic? If you keep going like this, I'm afraid this horse will pull the cart away. If we can't pick up Sister Su Ye and Miss Cai Xing, Big Brother will definitely beat you up and run all over the street."
Shen Yunfei said as he sorted out his clothes, "How can this be called narcissism? This is called self-confidence! Besides, I'm just trying to help my sister. I want her to know that I'm doing well, so she can feel at ease, right?"
An Lingyue's gaze once again turned towards the tightly closed Shenwu Gate, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. "This is the first time in all these years that I've been this close to my sister. It's a pity I can't see her." At this point, a dimming light flashed in his eyes. "Besides, I'm afraid she doesn't know what I've become, right?"
He recalled the time his sister first arrived in Beijing for the talent show, when he was only six years old. Back then, all he knew was that his sister was going to a faraway place. He clung to her clothes, weeping uncontrollably, unaware that this departure would mean years of separation, countless days and nights of worry. Over the years, he had grown taller, his appearance less childish, but his sister's appearance had become only a hazy memory.
Looking at An Lingyue's dejected expression, Shen Yunfei put away his usual cynical smile and replaced his face with a rare serious expression.
He gently put away the folding fan in his hand, walked forward, stretched out his hand, and patted An Lingyue's shoulder heavily: "Don't worry, my mother always said that Concubine Wen was an extremely intelligent person with a clear mind. They are living well in the palace. When Su Ye and Cai Xing come out later, we will ask them carefully about the situation in the palace. No matter what you become, the blood relationship will not change."
"it is good!"
The two stopped joking and stared at the closed door.