Group pet Xiaopangbao: I have four big daddies

Ye Qianning walked to the construction site. The tall platform had not been built yet. There were tables and chairs on both sides of the platform, and many people were queuing in front of the tables.

Someone at the front table picked up a pen and wrote down the names of the people who were going to participate in the competition.

Ye Qianning found a seat in the shop opposite the stage and sat down. He smelled blood from his nose: "Is it solved?"

"Yes." Luo Wen landed beside her.

Even if the black clothes were stained with blood, it would not be visible unless you looked carefully.

The smell of blood and murderous aura were all around, and anyone who practiced martial arts could sense it.

Ye Qianning glanced sideways and, as expected, Luo Wen's appearance attracted the attention of many people around him, who were curious, observing and wary of him.

"Martial arts tournament, do you want to give it a try?" she asked.

"it is good."

Luo Wenzhen had this intention.

"Go ahead, and help Luo Xuan get his name on the list as well."

"Yes."

Luo Wen bowed, turned and walked towards the registration team.

Even for the night competition, there were many people signing up. The competition was held suddenly, and there were only five or six days from the announcement to the start of the competition.

There were too many outsiders in the entire capital city, most of whom were people from the martial arts world who were already interested in the martial arts competition. In addition, the prize was given by the name of Penglai Fairy Mountain, so the number of participants was countless.

Ye Qianning supported his head and waited quietly.

Just after midnight, a figure approached from afar. When he was about to pass by Ye Qianning, she called out to him.

"Nanxiang."

Nan Xiang stopped and looked over, her eyes lit up, and she immediately turned around and said, "Aning, why are you here?"

Ye Qianning raised his chin slightly and motioned for her to look: "I am here with Luo Wen to sign up for the martial arts competition."

"..."

Nan Xiang seemed to be hallucinating. She turned around and saw Luo Wen among the people in line. "Are you accompanying him to register?"

Nan Xiang's expression was a little hard to describe.

"Ah."

"...He's a grown man, he won't come to sign up by himself." Nan Xiang was speechless, raised her hand and held her arm: "Are you tired of waiting for him in the middle of the night? Let's go."

"where to?"

"Let's go to my house. My mother misses you too." Nan Xiang didn't care whether she was willing or not. He held her arm and dragged her forward.

Ye Qianning staggered as he was dragged by her, and had to take a few quick steps to catch up with her.

"Dozens of tents were set up in the west of the city tonight. You can't say that those tents are really extraordinary. They are exquisite inside and out..."

Nan Xiang has been busy since the afternoon, but she doesn't feel tired at all. Instead, she feels excited. She has been talking non-stop along the way while holding Ye Qianning's hand, telling him about Chengxi's achievements.

Ye Qianning listened carefully, nodding in agreement and appreciation from time to time.

The Changyang Palace was only half a street away from the martial arts competition venue, and the two arrived there in just over ten minutes.

It was late at night and most people in the mansion were asleep.

Nan Xiang had been busy from the afternoon till late at night and was really tired. She returned to her room and had a simple midnight snack when she felt sleepy.

She wanted to pull Ye Qianning to rest with her, but after being rejected by Ye Qianning, she fell asleep grumbling in dissatisfaction.

Ye Qianning followed the maid to the guest room.

The maid left, and Ye Qianning sat in the room for a while, then stood up and pushed open the window. The room was not far from the palace study, but dozens of people were hidden in this short distance.

There are too many royal spies in the Changyang Palace, so any unusual situation must be taken seriously.

The military power in Prince Changyang's hands had been handed over long ago. As a prince without real power, even if people suspected that he had rebellious intentions, they would not send so many people to monitor him.

What on earth could make Emperor Beili so fearful in the palace? (End of this chapter)