The arena competition was held in a large open space in the south of the capital city.
Surrounding the arena are places prepared for the people in the city to watch the competition. Directly behind the arena, there is a high platform. The high platform is equipped with parasols, Taishi chairs, and the Eight Immortals table. Sitting there are all people in brocade clothes. People in gorgeous clothes can tell at a glance that this is a place prepared for dignitaries.
In the distance, at the city gate, there was a tall and elegant figure, wearing a fine ice-blue robe, sitting on a white horse. The man had picturesque features and a temperament as gentle as jade. He came all the way with a smile on his face. He waved gently towards the women who were screaming and shouting.
When the women saw Ye Chengan approaching slowly on horseback, they pushed forward one by one and threw the flowers in their hands desperately.
"This is Young Master Ye from the Prime Minister's Mansion!!"
"Ah! Mr. Ye! He is looking at me!!"
Listening to the screams in her ears, Ye Qiqi couldn't help rolling her eyes. How could the women in the capital be so crazy
Following Mr. Ye was a young man with handsome features. He was wearing a navy blue robe and riding a maroon horse. The man's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his eyes seemed to be very unhappy. Look at these people patiently.
"Ah! It's Mr. Murong from the General's Mansion!!"
Mr. Murong? ? Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at him. Is he the one who can defeat Wu Zhuangyuan?
When the women saw Mr. Murong, their enthusiasm did not diminish at all. Instead, they crowded towards him even more fiercely.
Behind him, a man wearing moon-white robes rode on a black horse. The man had an elegant face and delicate features. He held a long fan in his hand and slowly followed Mr. Murong in.
"Young Master Mo!! His Highness the Third Prince!!"
At this moment, even the women around Ye Qiqi screamed and threw countless flowers at Mr. Mo.
Mr. Mo
Ye Qiqi's heart moved and she subconsciously looked towards that person.
Hmm... I don't know if this person is the Mr. Mo who went to Feihe Villa back then... Eight years ago, Mr. Mo seemed to be only nine years old. Now, he should be seventeen years old... But she seems... She can't remember the elder Mr. Mo. What's it like...
Just when Ye Qiqi was thinking, the person walking at the end came out.
He was wearing a black robe and sat quietly on a black horse. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his jade-like eyes shone with a cold light. His skin was as fair as jade, his nose was straight, and his eyes were thin. His lips were pursed tightly, his expression was like Master Murong's, full of impatience.
The next second, Ye Qiqi saw the women who were desperately pushing forward. The moment they saw the last person coming out, they all ran back to their seats.
And... Miraculously, no one dared to throw flowers at that person.
"What's wrong?? They seem to be afraid of the last person..." Ye Qiqi looked at the scene in front of him with doubtful eyes.
"This young master, is this your first time in the capital?" Another young man standing in the waiting area looked at Ye Qiqi with a smile and said: "That is our King Jingan, ruthless and decisive in killing. It is said that the most Hate women…”