Mengfei Qiqi

Chapter 112 Eight years later, we meet again 14
"En." Mo Hanqing responded lightly, then flipped his sleeves lightly, turned around and walked down the high platform.

Mo Xiuzhu, Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu followed closely behind.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"I heard that today is the selection of talents for the military department in charge of Mr. Murong. The young man is so good just now, he is probably going to be selected for the military department!"

"Oh! Then I have to quickly ask my mother-in-law to go to a matchmaker for a kiss!"

"Hahahaha, who said no!"

Amidst all the discussions, Mo Hanqing and the others slowly walked to the ring.

The ordinary people who were surrounding them spontaneously gave way when they saw the four of them approaching.

Ye Qiqi stood on the ring, seeing the four princes of the capital who had been heatedly discussed just now standing in front of him in unison, couldn't help blinking, one after another, carefully sizing up stand up.

There might be Mr. Mo who came to Feihe Villa eight years ago...

While Ye Qiqi was thinking, he glanced over the four people in front of him, and his eyes kept falling on their necks.

I don't know if he wore the longevity lock jade she gave to Mr. Mo... If he didn't wear it... how would she judge who is Mr. Mo...

Ye Chengan looked at the young man in the sky blue robe in front of him, and saw that he had a fair face, handsome eyebrows, and a pair of clear eyes that kept sweeping back and forth on the four of them.

To be honest, it was the first time he was looked at with such unscrupulous eyes since he grew up so big.

"Ahem..." Ye Chengan reached out and clenched his fist, put it to his lips, and coughed lightly a few times.

The host who had been petrified by the side of the arena just now came back to his senses. He quickly ran to the four young masters, knelt down on his knees, and saluted respectfully, "I pay my respects to His Royal Highness Third Prince and King Jing'an!" Your Highness, pay respects to Mr. Murong and Mr. Ye."

"Get up." Mo Xiuzhu lightly tapped the long fan in his hand, and said to the host in a calm voice.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Third Prince!" The host stood up cautiously after kowtowing again.

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 at her sleeve, and lowered his voice: "Why are you in a daze, hurry up 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 fists and said loudly to them: "Xia Xiaoqi, I pay my respects to all the young masters."

"..."

The host saw her greet her so rudely, and couldn't help covering his face with his hands. Where did this young man come from? He doesn't understand etiquette...

If His Highness the Third Prince blames him...he will not be able to eat and walk away...

But having said that, in the past group arena, although these four ancestors would come to watch, they never came to the arena.

"No need to be too polite." Mo Xiuzhu looked at Ye Qiqi in front of him, smiled, and waved his hand.

Huh... After seeing what Mo Xiuzhu said, the host finally let go of his tense heart.

Ye Qiqi stood up straight, turned his eyes around Mo Xiuzhu's face, and then turned around on Mo Hanqing's face, only then did he realize that the two of them look alike.

(End of this chapter)