Everyone's eyes were now focused on the few remaining people.

Even the guards around Chen Fei looked over and sighed.

"As expected, we are still old acquaintances. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to come this time."

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

The guard immediately explained respectfully: "Mr. Chen, the remaining few people are all nobles in our capital, and they are the best among the nobles. They often hang out in the flowers on weekdays, and are quite famous in this industry."

"For example, the man wearing yellow cedar is called Han Ning. His father is the current minister of finance and an important minister in the court."

"The man holding the folding fan is called Xu Shu. His grandfather was the imperial advisor of the dynasty. He himself was also on good terms with the princes and princes."

..."The burly man with the red sword in his belt at the end is even more extraordinary.

His name is Yang Ding, and his father is the southern general Yang Xiong. He guards the southern border of our Kingdom of Yaori. He has millions of troops under his command and is so powerful that even the current king relies on him."

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

I started training in the army at the age of eight, fighting all the way and winning many battles."

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

Not long ago, he was summoned to the capital by the king and appointed as the southern deputy general, second only to his father."

"Therefore, Yang Ding has a high status and is considered the most dazzling existence among these people."

The guards recognized these people, as did several others.

As a result, related discussions suddenly became lively.

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

"An Qingyu is so proud. A down-and-out princess can actually attract so many noble ladies."

"Guess who will come out on top this time."

"It goes without saying that it must be General Yang! He has just been canonized and is a prosperous man. I don't think anyone can compete with him."

"I don't think so. After all, this is not leading troops to fight. Being strong may not necessarily win An Qingyu's approval."

"That's right, there is one last criterion that I haven't mentioned yet. It means that Miss An may have good taste, and she may choose someone else."

......... Saying this, many people below raised their heads and urged.

"What's the other thing? Tell me quickly. Don't delay."

"That's right, Mr. Han and the others should wait, don't go too far."

"Announce it quickly!"

...Finally, the madam at the top of the tower announced the third standard amidst the noise.

"The third item may be to test your luck. You need to catch the hydrangea thrown by Miss An."

After the last standard was spoken, the scene couldn't help but burst into an uproar. No one expected that An Qingyu's last standard was so unstandardized.

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

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

At the top of the tower, the madam smiled and said: "If this is the case, it means that this distinguished guest is destined to Miss An.

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

As soon as these words came out, the people below became excited and lively.

After all, most people are not satisfied with the first two standards. Now that the last standard has given everyone a chance, everyone is naturally excited.

Han Ning and the remaining noble gentlemen just now frowned.

"What is this Huangying Tower doing?"

"What kind of standard is this? How can you play like this?"

"How about I go and tell them and ask them to behave themselves."

Someone suggested.

Several young men heard this and nodded in agreement.

After all, given their status and status, Huang Yingta might not dare to disobey them.

However, Yang Ding waved his hand and said: "Since the other party has set the rules, don't make trouble and embarrass us."

"Then what should we-" someone asked.

Yang Ding chuckled and said: "What's the trouble? Let's just say it casually and let's see who dares to fight with us."

"What Brother Yang said is that we are indeed overly complicated."

"Exactly. As soon as Brother Yang opens his mouth, no one dares to compete."

...After speaking, Han Ning took the initiative to speak, looked at the other people in the crowd, and said: "Everyone, I hope you will give Han Ning a face today and not compete with my brothers and others for this hydrangea.

I, Han Ning, will never forget you."

After hearing this, the crowd became noisy.

Some nodded in agreement, some whispered, and of course some kept silent.

Obviously, despite Han Ning's status, many of the people present were rich and powerful, and many people were still very dissatisfied if they wanted them to give up this opportunity.

Of course, they didn't dare to say anything in front of Han Ning.

When Han Ning saw this, his eyes darkened slightly and his expression was a bit ugly.

He has already spoken, but the people below are still hesitant. Doesn't this mean that he is not giving Mr. Han face?

Suddenly, Han Ning's expression darkened and he was about to speak again.

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

When everyone saw this, they felt slightly nervous.

However, some people still did not retreat and murmured secretly.

"Even if you have a special status, you can't force us to withdraw. This is unfair."

However, just as the man finished muttering, a sharp sword flashed across his head and face with a whoosh.

The muttering man's expression changed drastically, and he begged for mercy, "I retreat—" Before he could finish his words, the sword light whizzed past, and with a bang, one of the man's arms was chopped off.

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

But Yang Ding's expression did not change, he glanced at everyone present coldly, and said: "Now, is there anyone who wants to continue to fight with us?"

The scene was completely silent. Everyone did not dare to look at Yang Ding, and all lowered their heads and backed away.

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

Seeing this, Yang Ding nodded with satisfaction, turned around, looked at Han Ning, Xu Shu and others, and chuckled: "Solved."

Han Ning's expression changed slightly, and then he complimented: "As expected of Brother Yang, his actions are extraordinary. This kind of momentum is admirable."

Xu Shu, on the other hand, was a little worried, "Brother Yang, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this.

If the king knows about it, then——" Yang Ding disagreed and waved his hand: "I believe that King Anluo will not blame me for such a trivial matter."

Xu Shu lowered his head and shut up, and did not continue talking.

Then, with a proud face, Yang Ding looked towards the top of the tower and said with a smile: "Princess An, you can throw the hydrangea now!"

Seeing this, the old bustard showed a worried look on his face, looked at An Qingyu beside him, and whispered: "Now we are in trouble, Qingyu, you should-" Before the old bustard could finish speaking, An Qingyu looked firm and shook her head gently.

He shook his head and whispered: "Mom, this is my only chance, I can't miss it."
Chapter completed!