"Yes." Mo Hanqing responded lightly, then flicked his sleeves and robe, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the high platform.
Mo Xiuzhu, Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu followed closely behind.
"Ah! The four young masters are coming down!!"
"I heard that the Ministry of War, which Mr. Murong is in charge of, is selecting talents today. The young man just now was so good, he will probably be selected for the Ministry of War!"
"Oh! Then I have to ask my mother-in-law to go find a matchmaker and arrange a marriage!"
"Hahahaha, who says it's not!"
In the midst of the discussion, the four of them, Mo Hanqing, slowly walked to the ring.
The people who were originally surrounding them spontaneously made way for them when they saw the four of them approaching.
Ye Qiqi stood on the ring and saw that the four young masters in the capital who had been hotly discussed just now were all standing in front of him. He couldn't help but blinked and looked at each one carefully. stand up.
There might be Mr. Mo who came to Feihe Villa eight years ago...
Ye Qiqi was thinking as he glanced at the four people in front of him, his eyes constantly falling on their necks.
I don’t know if he wore the piece of longevity lock jade she gave Mr. Mo back then... If he didn’t wear it... How should she judge who is Mr. Mo...
Ye Chengan looked at the young man in azure robes in front of him, and saw that he had a fair face, handsome features, and a pair of clear eyes that kept scanning the four of them.
To be honest, this was the first time in his life that someone looked at him with such unscrupulous eyes.
"Ahem..." Ye Chengan reached out and made a fist, put it to his lips, and coughed lightly.
The petrified host who had just been standing next to the ring suddenly came to his senses. He quickly ran to the four young masters, knelt down on his knees, and saluted with fear and fear: "I pay my respects to His Highness the Third Prince, and to King Jing'an." Your Highness, please pay homage to Mr. Murong and Mr. Ye."
"Get up." Mo Xiuzhu gently tapped the long fan in his hand and said to the host in a calm voice.
"Thank you, Your Highness, Third Prince!" The host kowtowed again and then stood up carefully.
After he stood up, he found that Ye Qiqi next to him was still looking at the ancestor in front of him with a puzzled expression, so he quickly reached out and tugged on her sleeves, lowered his voice and said: "Why are you dazed? Hurry and meet the third prince." Your Highness!"
"Oh..." Ye Qiqi came back to his senses, glanced at the four people in front of him again, clasped his hands and shouted at them: "Xiao Qi, I would like to pay my respects to you gentlemen."
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The host looked at her rude greeting and couldn't help but reach out and cover his face. Where did this young man come from? He doesn't understand etiquette like this...
If His Highness the Third Prince takes the blame... He will be unable to eat and walk away...
But having said that, although these four ancestors would come to watch previous ring matches, they had never been to the ring.
"No need to be polite." Mo Xiuzhu looked at Ye Qiqi in front of him, smiled, and waved.
Huh... After the host saw Mo Xiuzhu say this, his tense heart finally relaxed.
Ye Qiqi stood up straight, his eyes turned around on Mo Xiuzhu's face, then on Mo Hanqing's face, and then he realized that the two of them looked somewhat similar.