Rejuvenation

Everyone's eyes, at this moment, all gathered on the remaining few people.

Even the guard next to Chen Fei looked over, and then began to sigh with emotion.

"Sure enough, he's still an old acquaintance. I didn't expect Young Master Yang to also come this time."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei asked curiously: "Do you know these people?"

The guard immediately explained respectfully: "Young Master Chen, the remaining few people are after the nobles in our capital, and are the leaders among the nobles. They often hang around the flowers on weekdays. They are quite famous in this industry."

"For example, the man wearing Huangshan is called Han Ning, and his father is the current Minister of Finance and an important minister in the country."

"The man holding a folding fan is called Xu Shu. His grandfather is a master of the state, and he himself has a good relationship with the princes and princes."

... "The last burly man with a red sword belt is even more extraordinary.

His name is Yang Ding, and his father is the southern general Yang Xiong. He guards the southern borders of our country. There are a million troops under his command. He is strong and even the current king is very dependent. "

"In addition to relying on his father's status, Yang Ding himself is also very good.

He began to practice in the army at the age of eight, fighting and killing all the way, and fought many victories. "

"Yang Ding is only thirty years old now, and his strength has reached the eighth level of the Spark Realm.

Not long ago, he had just been summoned to the capital by the king and he was named a deputy general in the south, second only to his father. "

"Therefore, Yang Ding's status is quite high. Among these people, they are considered the most dazzling existence."

The guard recognized these people, and some of the others recognized several of them.

As a result, the sound of related discussions became lively.

"Young Master Han, Young Master Xu, and even General Yang are here. How can this lineup compare!"

"An Qingyu is really a big face. A down-and-out princess can attract so many nobles."

"Guess, who can win this time."

"That's just to say, it must be General Yang! He has just been canonized and he is very prosperous. I guess no one can compete with him."

"I don't think so, after all, this is not leading soldiers to fight, and strong ability may not necessarily be recognized by An Qingyu."

"That is, there is one last criterion that I didn't say. I mean the girl Fuding's tastes good, and maybe someone else is chosen."

………So many people below raised their heads and urged.

"What's the other one? Hurry up, don't delay."

"That's right, Young Master Han and the others are all waiting, don't go too far."

"Hurry up and announce it!"

……Finally, the old bustard on the top of the tower, amidst the noise, announced the third standard.

"Third, you may have to test your luck. You need to receive the hydrangea thrown by Miss Ann."

After the last standard was said, the scene couldn't help but an uproar. Everyone did not expect that An Qingyu's last standard was so non-standard.

For a while, everyone couldn't help but heated up.

Someone shouted below: "If I don't meet the first two conditions, but I receive a hydrangea, what should I do?"

At the top of the tower, the old bustard smiled and said, "If this is the case, it means that this distinguished guest is predestined with Miss Ann.

As long as Miss Ann agrees, you can go to the tower. "

As soon as this remark came out, the people below became excited and lively.

After all, most people are not satisfied with the first two criteria, and now the last criterion gives everyone another opportunity, and everyone is naturally excited.

The remaining Han Ning and other noble sons just now frowned.

"What is this Huangying Tower doing?"

"What kind of standard is this, how can there be such a play?"

"Or, I'll tell them so that they should behave."

Someone suggested.

Several elder brothers heard this, nodded and agreed.

After all, with their status and status, Huang Yingta might not dare not listen to them.

However, Yang Ding waved his hand and said, "Since the other party has set the rules, don't make trouble and lose our face."

"Then we should—" someone asked.

Yang Ding chuckled softly: "What's the trouble with this, let's just say it casually, let me see who dares to fight with us."

"What Brother Yang said is that we really want to be complicated."

"Exactly, when Brother Yang spoke, naturally no one would dare to argue."

… After finishing speaking, Han Ning took the initiative to speak, looked at the other people, and said: "Everyone, today I hope you will give me Han Ning's face and not compete with my brothers for this hydrangea.

I, Han Ning, will never forget you all. "

After hearing this, the crowd was noisy.

Some people nodded in agreement, some whispered, and of course some were dumbfounded.

Obviously, although Han Ning's status and status are here, many of the people present are rich and powerful. Many people are still very dissatisfied if they want them to give up this opportunity directly.

Of course, they dare not say anything in front of Han Ning.

Upon seeing this, Han Ning's eyes darkened slightly, and his expression was a bit ugly.

I have already spoken, and the people below are still hesitant. Isn't this not giving him the face of Young Master Han?

Suddenly, Han Ning's face sank, and he was about to speak again.

However, before he could say anything, Yang Ding on the side took a step forward.

When everyone saw this, they felt a little nervous.

However, there were still some people who didn't step back and murmured secretly.

"Even if your status is special, you can't force us to withdraw. It's not fair."

However, just as the man just finished muttering, a sharp knife light, shook his head and slashed his face.

The muttering man's complexion changed drastically, and he screamed for mercy, "I retreat—" Before he could finish speaking, the blade light whizzed past, and he chopped off the man's arm.

The man fell to the ground, clutching his wound, and cried out in pain.

But Yang Ding's expression didn't change, he scanned the crowd coldly, and said, "Now, is there anyone else who wants to continue fighting with us?"

The scene was silent, and everyone dared not look at Yang Ding at all, and they all bowed their heads and backed away.

Obviously, everyone was shocked by Yang Ding's momentum.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ding nodded in satisfaction, turned around, looked at Han Ning, Xu Shu and others, and chuckled lightly: "It's solved."

Han Ning's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately complimented: "As expected of Brother Yang, his shot is extraordinary, this kind of momentum is admirable."

But Xu Shu was a little worried, "Brother Yang, I'm afraid this is a bit wrong.

If the king knew about the matter, then--" Yang Ding disapproved, waved his hand: "I believe that King Anluo will not blame me for such a trivial matter. "

Xu Shu bowed his head and shut up, and did not continue to speak.

Then, Yang Ding looked at the top of the tower with a full face, and said with a smile: "Princess An can throw the hydrangea!"

When the old bustard saw this, there was a look of worry on his face, looked at An Qingyu next to him, and whispered: "This is troublesome now, Qingyu, you still—" Before the old bustard finished, An Qingyu shook his face firmly. He shook his head and said in a low voice: "Mom, this is my only chance, I can't miss it."

"Oh-" The old bustard sighed, and did not continue to persuade him.