Chapter 740 No Suspense
Sima Yu said in a low voice: "You also believe some rumors, are you confused?"

"However, this groundless rumor may not be without reason..."

"Uncle Nine Emperors said it all. Those are all rumors. If you don't want to read them, you can leave me." Sima Jing said coldly.

The ministers looked at each other, whispering how to deal with it.

In the end, they decided to investigate Bei Qianhan after the match. If Bei Qianhan's breasts were as rumored, even if they were desperate, they would still have to prevent Bei Qianhan from being their son-in-law!

"Let's start the match." Sima Jing personally ordered, and no one dared to speak out.

Bei Qianhan and Wen Qujing greeted each other and took a deep look at each other.

"Choke" the sword was unsheathed, and both of them rushed towards each other with a lunge.

After a few moves, there was a loophole in Bei Qianhan's moves, Wen Qujing seized the opportunity and stabbed at Bei Qianhan with his sword.

Wen Qujing's swordsmanship was very strange. From Zhao Qiqi's point of view, it looked a bit like a hairstylist doing a 360-degree hairstyle for Bei Qianhan.

The eyeballs of the melon eaters almost popped out, thinking that Bei Qianhan must be dead without a place to bury him.

After Wen Qujing swung his last sword, he quickly flew backwards and shouted, "I stabbed you nine times and eighty-one times, hahahaha..."

The sound of tearing, tearing, and shredding cloth strips came from Kita Chihan's body.

Wen Qujing looked at Bei Qianhan's body in "surprise", and shook his head again and again, "How could this be? Impossible. How could my swordsmanship be..."

Bei Qianhan's clothes fell off his body like autumn leaves.

half an hour...

The rest of the contestants were stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.

The women in the crowd went crazy, covered their mouths that were about to saliva, jumped up excitedly, and screamed.

"What a perfect figure!"

"So tight muscles!"

"I really want to reach out and touch it!"

……

Sima Shanlong's hands were tightly clenched into fists. If Zhao Qiqi and Princess Zi'an hadn't pulled her, she would have been able to fly down and slap each of those perverts.

Let's see who dares to covet her lover.

Bei Qianhan was even more embarrassed, if Zhao Qiqi hadn't said that everyone must see his breasts with their own eyes, he would not have been willing to "miss" in public and have his clothes chopped up.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, he quickly raised his sword and stepped forward, taking down Wen Qujing with one move, quickly ending the battle.

After the two looked at each other, the referee announced that Bei Qianhan had won.

The competition continued, and after another day, the final candidate for the son-in-law was finally decided.

There is almost no suspense, Sima Shanlong's future son-in-law is Bei Qianhan.

It hurt the heart of a kind of female masses.

On the way back to the palace, Bei Qianhan remembered something, "Didn't you say that the fifth knife is very powerful? Why didn't I see him?"

"The fifth knife was fabricated by me." Zhao Qiqi spread his hands and said.

The corner of Bei Qianhan's mouth twitched, but after thinking it over, he knew Zhao Qiqi's good intentions, so he cupped his hands to Zhao Qiqi, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Princess Zi'an looked at the two of them in bewilderment, "What charades are you playing?"

The two laughed without saying a word.

After Sima Shanlong and Bei Qianhan's marriage was finalized, Bei Qianhan took Sima Shanlong back home.

Originally they wanted to go back with Zhao Qiqi, but Zhao Qiqi thought that it would be the Laba Festival soon, so they would leave after the festival.

(End of this chapter)

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