The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

After Qin Minglan finished speaking, she turned around abruptly and walked towards the stands without looking back.

Her steps were so fast it looked like she was running away, her ponytail swung back and forth behind her head, and even her ears were bright red.

He cursed Wang Long in his heart.

"That old bastard is such a lecher! If it weren't for the Marquis's mansion, I... I wouldn't have..."

Wang Long stood there, watching her back, and reached out to touch his ears that had been exposed to the hot steam.

The place still retained a trace of warmth, carrying a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"Little brat."

He muttered to himself, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"You're so adorable! This old servant can't wait to pamper you."

Wang Long turned around with a smug look on his face and strode towards the arena.

His steps were lighter, his back straightened a bit, and a sharp glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes, making him look completely different from the man who was on his deathbed just moments before.

The Azure Frost Sword hung at his waist, its scabbard swaying gently, making a crisp sound.

He reached out and touched the hilt of the sword, pondering something in his mind.

After the competition is over, where should this little girl kiss?

On the face?

That's a huge loss.

On the lips?

This girl is probably going to bite him.

Never mind, we'll see when the time comes.

Anyway—

She owes him.

……

In the stands.

Qin Minglan jogged back to Luo Hanyi's side, stood still, put her hands behind her back, and tried her best to appear calm and composed.

But her flushed face and trembling eyelashes betrayed her.

Luo Hanyi turned her head, glanced at her, and then asked.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

"No...it's nothing."

Qin Minglan quickly shook her head, her voice sounding weak.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, the sun is too strong, it'll get you too hot..."

Luo Hanyi seemed to know something, but didn't ask any more questions and turned her head back to look at the arena.

Now all she cares about is how far Wang Long can go, because it concerns the future of their Marquis's mansion!

Qin Minglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly raised her hand to touch her burning cheek with the back of her hand.

That old man...

She bit her lip, a hint of shyness flashing in her almond-shaped eyes that she herself didn't even realize.

After the competition is over, should I really kiss him?

She, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei, actually took the initiative to kiss an old man who had raised horses for sixty years.

How will she face people if word gets out?

but……

The words have already been spoken; you can't go back on your word, can you?

Qin Minglan is a woman of her word; she keeps her promises.

big deal...

At worst, I can just close my eyes and give you a kiss.

Anyway, I've already been kissed by that old man.

Qin Minglan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the old but upright figure on the arena.

Old man, you absolutely have to win!

If you lose—

I won't take that lying down!

On the arena.

Wang Long stood still.

Across from them, a burly man strode onto the ring.

He was about thirty years old, shirtless, revealing his bronze skin and bulging muscles, his eyes were wide like copper bells, and his face was full of fierce flesh.

He held a large axe in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly, clearly no ordinary weapon.

"You're just a servant of the Marquis of Zhenbei's household?"

Zhang Tiezhu looked Wang Long up and down and sneered.

"An old man who's about to die dares to step into the ring?"

"If you know what's good for you, just admit defeat. I don't want to bully the old man."

Wang Long looked at him and smiled.

"Young man, this old man's bones are still as strong as ever."

Zhang Tiezhu's face darkened.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

He gripped the great axe in his hand, and spiritual energy surged around him.

On the stands, Vice Minister Zhang of the Ministry of War sat upright with a faint smile on his lips.

"Zhang Tiezhu is at the mid-stage of the second rank, while that old man doesn't even look like he's at the first rank. This round is in the bag."

Several of his colleagues beside him echoed his sentiments.

"Lord Zhang is right, we are certain to win this round."

"Is the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion here to deliver their heads?"

"One to one hundred? Luo Hanyi's ten thousand taels of gold is probably going to go down the drain."

Emperor Murong Yuan's gaze fell on Wang Long, and his brows furrowed slightly.

That old man...

He certainly doesn't look like a martial artist.

Crown Prince Murong Hao also noticed it and shook his head slightly.

"The Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion has indeed fallen into decline."

On the arena, the eunuch's shrill voice rang out—

"The first match of the competition begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Tiezhu made the first move!

He pushed off the ground with both feet and charged forward like a bull, his feet pounding loudly on the ground.

He raised the great axe high, imbued with fierce spiritual energy, and cleaved it down toward the top of the dragon's head!

The axe blade sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

He used all his strength in that axe blow.

He was going to chop this arrogant old man in two with one axe!

The axe blade was getting closer and closer.

A strong wind blew in, making the wrinkles on Wang Long's face fold together.

In the stands, Qin Minglan subconsciously stood up, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring intently at the arena.

Luo Hanyi narrowed her eyes slightly; she wasn't worried.

Just when everyone thought Wang Long was about to be cleaved in two by an axe—

Wang Long made a move.

He didn't dodge; his hand shot out instantly and firmly grasped Zhang Tiezhu's wrist.

Zhang Tiezhu's axe suddenly stopped three inches from the top of Wang's head.

The strong wind stopped abruptly.

Zhang Tiezhu's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He felt as if his wrist was being clamped by an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it any further.

"you--"

Just as he was about to speak, a tremendous force suddenly came from his wrist.

Wang Long instantly lifted the burly Zhang Tiezhu into the air.

Then he fell down violently!

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed across the square.

Zhang Tiezhu's towering body slammed heavily onto the edge of the ring.

"boom--!"

The stone slab of the arena was smashed, leaving a dent, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

Zhang Tiezhu coughed up blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

The square was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in an "O" shape, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

one move.

Just one move.

An old man who looked like he was about to die knocked out a mid-stage second-rank martial artist with a single move.

How is this possible?!

On the stands, the smile on the face of Vice Minister Zhang of the Ministry of War froze, and his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a fist.

His colleagues beside him were also stunned, looking at each other, unable to utter a single word.

Zhao Pojun's fingers stopped on the armrest, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Tie Xiong stood behind him, his face also looking rather grim.

Emperor Murong Yuan's gaze fell on Wang Long, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"That's interesting."

He muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Crown Prince Murong Hao was also stunned, staring at Wang Long on the arena with disbelief in his eyes.

"This...this...?"

Qin Minglan stood on the stands, her almond-shaped eyes wide open and her mouth slightly agape.

After a long while, she came to her senses and let out a cheer.

"We won! The old man won!"

She was so excited she almost jumped up and grabbed Luo Hanyi's arm.

"Sister-in-law, did you see that?! He won in one move! In one move!"

Qin Minglan shouted excitedly in her heart.

"Well done, old man!"