[69 Book Bar-www.] The stadium is like a battlefield, changing rapidly.

When Sima Hong was about to hit the ball, suddenly a black shadow flashed past his eyes as fast as lightning. The next moment, the polo ball had mysteriously disappeared from the spot.

He looked up strangely and saw Leng Wuxin swinging to the right in front of him and intercepting his ball.

"You are able to intercept the ball from under my stick, and your skills are good." Sima Hong raised his lips slightly, his deep eyes revealed a hint of meaning, and raised his eyebrows in praise.

Then, he clamped his legs on the horse's belly, spurred the horse on, held the pole, and chased after him.

Leng Wuxin grabbed the ball and immediately started to counterattack. Unfortunately, the opponent's defense was tight and their cooperation was tacit. The black team was never able to break through the opponent's defense.

Seeing that the sandalwood was about to be extinguished, Leng Wuxin's face was dazzling, his eyes were shining brightly, and his heart was filled with the belief to conquer everything.

She whistled loudly, "If we fight hard, we will win or lose with one goal."

The hand lifted and dropped the stick, a perfect long shot in the air, the speed was unimaginable. The sandalwood went out, and the polo just missed the goal at the last moment, fell into the goal, and rolled a few more times.

Got the most crucial point.

"Great goal, great, wonderful!"

Most of the people in the stands stood up excitedly, and thunderous cheers broke out, applauding this wonderful shot.

Three gongs sound, and the game ends.

The black team narrowly defeated the red team by one point with a score of three to two.

"Sima Yiqing, the three competitions have ended. Is it time to fulfill the contract?"

The corners of Leng Wuxin's lips curled up in pleasure, and he rode heroically to Sima Yiqing's side. He looked at her face as pale as paper, and there was no trace of brilliance in her dark eyes, even with a hint of panic.

The curvature of the corners of his lips became even wider, and he said with a wicked smile.

"Now that the students from the college are all present, we don't have to go to the college so much trouble. You just want to take off your clothes and walk around the polo field. Princess Yiqing, please."

In fact, she was just trying to scare Sima Yiqing. As Nangong Liufeng said, with Emperor Lan present, he would never allow ridiculous things to happen that would harm the royal family's face.

Sima Yiqing gritted her teeth tightly, and the hand holding the reins trembled slightly. When her dark eyes looked at Leng Wuxin, there was overwhelming hatred in them.

"Princess Yiqing hasn't taken action for so long. Is it because she is too timid to take off her clothes?" Leng Wuxin said mockingly with contempt in her eyes.

Maybe the reins were pulled too tight, or maybe it was intentional. The horse that Sima Yiqing sat on seemed to be frightened and suddenly started running wildly in the racecourse.

"Father, save me!"

Sima Yiqing, who was riding bumpily on the horse, shouted for help toward the stands. She clenched her teeth, and there was a trace of determination in her eyes.

Her hands were loosened, and her whole body was like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind, being mercilessly thrown away by the horse.

"Leng Wuxin, I will never take off my clothes in public and embarrass the entire royal family." Sima Yiqing thought with her eyes closed after being thrown into the air.

"Hey, that's weird, why doesn't it hurt at all when it falls to the ground?" Sima Yiqing, who had her eyes closed tightly, was puzzled and muttered in a low voice.

"It didn't fall to the ground, so of course it won't hurt."

Leng Wuxin's cold voice floated out like a demonic sound piercing his ears. Sima Yiqing opened his eyes. A thin thread as thin as a hair was wrapped around his waist. If it weren't for the faint purple glow under the refraction of the sun,

, almost invisible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!