Quickly wear the white moonlight: Your Majesty, hold on

Chapter 120 This Emperor Is Slightly Infatuated ([-])

When Mo Xiaojiu and Dongfang Mingqing walked back to the front door from the backyard, Qin Lin had already met a boy who looked to be only 15 years old.

At first glance, this young man's internal energy was not enough for Qin Lin, but he was skilled in moves, and seemed to know her martial arts well.

Dongfang Mingqing narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't think this kid's martial arts skills are similar to Qin Lin's."

Mo Xiaojiu looked over the competition stage to the people watching there: "I did see the angry eyes of the people behind."

"It seems that this boy was unexpected in their plan."

"..."

The young man still lost after all. When he was kicked out of the stage, he looked unwilling and cried out sadly: "Master—why are you doing this! Those scumbags are not worthy of you at all! Why did you come here!"

Qin Lin's sharp eyes cut him a few times: "Leave quickly."

The boy gritted his teeth and stood under the stage, showing no intention of leaving.

Next, more and more masters came to the stage. Even though Qin Lin's martial arts is advanced, she will inevitably suffer from fatigue.However, just like this, still can't defeat her.

Seeing that half an hour was about to come, she knocked down a loser again, her eyes flickered, and her steps staggered.

Mo Xiaojiu: "Something is wrong."

Of course, Dongfang Mingqing also noticed it. The people behind the competition stage were obviously relieved, but Qin Lin's eyes became more and more dull.

Obviously she still has the strength to spare!
"Xiaoxue..."

Mo Xiaojiu nodded: "Help her."

Almost at the same time, Dongfang Mingqing and another handsome man with cloudy and wretched eyes came onto the stage together.

The man obviously didn't expect someone to intervene, his face changed, and his voice was harsh: "Brother, don't you understand the principle of first come first come first?"

Dongfang Mingqing waved the folding fan, put it in front of his chest, and chuckled lightly: "It's clear that we both came to the stage at the same time, so why do we say that first come first?"

It was indeed that person who moved first, but Dongfang Mingqing is fast!He was also in the front row, so he could naturally go on stage at the same time as that person when he left first.

The man was a little annoyed: "You! Do you know who I am? My cousin is the concubine Hui who is the most beloved by the emperor today! The fifth prince is my cousin. If you are sensible, step back and let me come first."

Qin Lin's eyes were already blurred, she couldn't see clearly, and her internal force was also disturbed and confused. She swallowed the blood that was about to come out of her throat, and held the spear tightly to support the ground, with her lips tightly closed.

Dongfang Mingqing chuckled when he heard the words: "So what? Whoever you are, is it because Concubine Hui is your cousin and the Fifth Prince is your cousin, can you disregard the rules?"

Lin Zhiping was about to explode with anger, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had no choice but to stare at him fiercely: "Could it be that you want us to besiege Miss Qin together?"

"No," Dongfang Mingqing looked like he was looking at a fool, "Even if we win, do we have to win her at the same time? It's just nonsense."

Lin Zhiping resisted the urge to draw his sword: "How are you doing?"

"Naturally, the two of us will compete first, and the winner will continue to challenge Miss Qin." Under his furious eyes, Dongfang Mingqing dressed like a gentleman, "Who made it so coincidental that we happened to be on stage at the same time."

The onlookers in the audience thought it was very reasonable, and they all agreed.

Without giving Lin Zhiping a chance to refuse, Dongfang Mingqing supported Qin Lin and walked directly to the side of the table, and gave Mo Xiaojiu a look: "Miss Qin, why don't you go down and rest for a while, and wait for me to fight this 'relative of the emperor'?" As a result, how about continuing the contest?"

Qin Lin naturally would not refuse.

Mo Xiaojiu had already reached out to support Qin Lin, pulled her off the stage, and walked to the corner.

Qin Lin's apprentice followed immediately.

"Wait—" Lin Zhiping was about to stop Qin Lin from leaving, but Dongfang Mingqing had already used a folding fan as a weapon to press towards his face. As a last resort, he retreated quickly and drew his sword to resist.

(End of this chapter)