Swish!

Crotch ripped...

At the same time, there was a shout from the scene:

"The young marquis won!——" Countless young women cheered, applauded, and looked excitedly at the young man in red at the finish line.

"Young Marquis!"

In an instant, the boy seemed like a child of destiny, loved by everyone.

Look at Yang Wencheng who is still doing splits on the track...his legs are so stiff as if he is disabled and he can't move at all.

"Young Master Yang, are you okay?"

"Wencheng!"

The two good friends rushed over and supported Yang Wencheng on the left and right. Yang Wencheng's face turned blue with pain. He looked up and saw Ling Qianyi surrounded and cheered by everyone.

His face suddenly turned darker.

He pushed through the crowd, rushed forward, and shouted:

"Ling Qianyi, you actually played tricks in public!"

Ling Qianyi turned around, squinting his eyes with disdain and looking down at Yang Wencheng, without even bothering to look him in the eye.

The three good friends around him even came forward.

Du Ning crossed his arms over his chest, shook his right leg, and laughed in a sinister way: "Hey, I don't know who was so cocky just now, saying that he would definitely win first place. What? Even his crotch got torn by fear?"

Yang Wencheng: “…”

Subconsciously clamp your legs together.

hateful!

"I was running well just now, but the horse got frightened suddenly, otherwise the first place would be mine!" He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Speaking of this, Ling Qianyi was surprised.

Just now, after turning the corner, he was running steadily towards the finish line, but the horse under his crotch suddenly raised its hooves, as if it was pulled by something, causing him to almost fall off.

After the horse was steady, Yang Wencheng was seen doing splits on the ground.

"Right!" Yang Wencheng's two friends rushed over, "You actually resorted to shady tactics!"

"Don't you dare to compete with Young Master Yang openly?"

"Not worthy of being on the stage!"

Ling Qianyi's three friends were furious when they heard this, and replied unwillingly:

"Who is the one who is not worthy of being on the stage? This rubbish dares to shout, can't he afford to lose?"

"If you can't afford to play and lose, then don't come out and embarrass yourself."

"How can you talk like that!"

The two sides started arguing.

Everyone was confused. Why did they quarrel out of nowhere? Whose horse was at fault? Who was the real culprit?

When the argument was getting more intense, a woman in white slowly walked in from outside the crowd, leading a horse.

Ma Er pushed Ling Qianyi and Yang Wencheng aside and stood in the C position, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Qin..." Ling Qianyi was stunned for a moment. Because Qin Ye was wearing a veil, he stopped talking and did not call out her real name.

"Why are you here?"

"Isn't this the horse I was riding just now?"

Qin Ye nodded, glanced at Yang Wencheng who was shouting fiercely, and said: "What's the point of engaging in a war of words? If you suspect the other party, you must produce evidence."

Yang Wencheng made verbal slander because he had no evidence. This not only alleviated the embarrassment of doing the splits and losing, but also diverted everyone's attention.

"Who are you?" He glanced at Qin Ye. "You have no right to interrupt a man when he's talking."

"man?"

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows. "During the horse race just now, you whipped the horse whip to lead the young marquis's horse, disrupting the young marquis's pace. You are so humble and shameless, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a man?"

Yang Wencheng felt guilty for a second, but then he immediately became very angry:

"You are such a bad-mouthed woman, you actually insulted me!"

He seemed to be wronged and was furious:

"What evidence do you have? If you can't produce it, watch out for your life!"

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes: "What if I produce evidence?"

That's impossible!

Yang Wencheng sneered inwardly. Just now, he did trip the horse, but the horse's hair was thick and dense, and the whip did not leave any marks or traces. He wanted to see how she would prove it.

"If you can prove it, I will kneel down and apologize to the young marquis!"