Soul swap tyrant always wants to have a baby

Leng Qingyi walked out of the door, looked back at Zhongli Yuan who was at a loss in the room, and then glanced at Nie Yueming beside him.

"Change."

The voice was as cold as Zhongli Yuan himself.

Zhongli Yuan in the room was a little stunned when he heard the voice that was exactly the same as his usual tone.

This voice was completely different from the tone he used when he spoke to him last night. How did he imitate it so closely?

Leng Qingyi turned around and looked at Zhongli Yuan, who looked a little shocked, with a slight smile on his lips.

As a big shot in the fast-wearing world, she is best at imitation, otherwise how could she wear clothes on others without being discovered?

Nie Yueming, the eunuch who was helping Leng Qingyi wash and dress, looked up and accidentally saw the curve of Leng Qingyi's mouth. He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

You know, their emperor is an absolute tyrant.

Since he ascended the throne, he has executed dozens of officials, eight concubines, six eunuchs, and countless palace maids, eunuchs, and guards.

He always has a stern face, never mind smiling, and even his expression rarely changes.

Nie Yueming secretly glanced at the emperor's bedroom, then immediately came back to his senses and carefully helped the emperor dress.

But there were huge waves in my heart.

After putting on his clothes, Leng Qingyi asked someone to serve the meal, which made everyone in the palace a little at a loss.

"Your Majesty, the time for the morning court session has arrived."

Nie Yueming bravely reminded him in a low voice, but was frightened by Leng Qing's murderous look and could not speak a word.

The people below didn't dare to speak and went down to do their work tremblingly.

In just this short moment, Leng Qingyi discovered that there were six abnormal palace maids in the Yangxin Palace. No wonder Zhongli Yuan was called a tyrant. It was really uncomfortable to live under surveillance.

Deserve to kill.

Leng Qing became angry when he saw that the breakfast was just a bowl of white porridge, a few side dishes and three buns, nothing else.

You can deduct anything from her, but you cannot deduct her food.

She glanced coldly at the eunuch who brought breakfast, and her words were even colder.

"Are you also the breakfast prepared for me by the Imperial Kitchen?"

The young eunuch still didn't understand what the emperor meant, but Nie Yueming, who was always paying attention to Leng Qingyi's reaction, roughly understood what the emperor meant.

He scolded softly, "You impudent servants! How can such a meal be worthy of the Emperor's expense? Are you so audacious as to deduct the Emperor's royal meal?"

The young eunuch was also clever and trembling as he replied, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was afraid that Your Majesty would be hungry, so I presented a little first to satisfy Your Majesty's hunger. Breakfast will be here later. I hope Your Majesty will calm down."

Leng Qing waved his hand nonchalantly, and the little eunuch ran away quickly as if he had received a special pardon.

Leng Qingyi then slowly picked up a bun with his chopsticks, carefully picking it up and placing it in his mouth. With just one bite, the thin, cicada-wing-thin wrapper broke between his teeth, revealing the delicious filling. This bun was truly a masterpiece from the imperial kitchen, like a meticulously crafted work of art, leaving a lasting impression.

Sure enough, before he had even finished his meal, the eunuchs from the imperial kitchen filed in, carrying more than a dozen trays. Those dozen exquisite little plates were like meticulously crafted works of art, each containing a variety of foods. Though small in portion, each was exquisitely sized, like a delicacy, mouth-watering and incredibly delicious.

Leng Qingyi swept away all the food on the table in no time, touched his stomach, and felt his hard abdominal muscles, which felt great!

Such a scene stunned all the palace servants in the Yangxin Palace, but Leng Qingyi didn't care. He stood up and walked towards the Golden Throne Palace.

For some reason, she only needed to listen to Zhongli Yuan's description of the general layout of the palace, and she knew where to go as soon as she went out, as if she had been there before.

It's not impossible. After all, she has traveled through at least eight hundred small worlds, if not a thousand. How can she remember them all?

Perhaps the distribution of all the palaces is similar, so she is so clear about the distribution of the palaces.

When they arrived at the Golden Palace, the ministers had already been there for quite some time. They were discussing with each other why the emperor, who would not miss the morning court even if he was sick, was late today, and no eunuch came to announce it.

Seeing Leng Qingyi's figure, the Duke of Zhenguo, who had already received the news, immediately stepped out.

"Your Majesty, this is a critical time for Dongxia. You must not indulge in beauty."

As soon as Leng Qingyi sat down, he heard the annoying voice of an old man.

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man in his fifties wearing a crimson official uniform, hunched over.

She was a little confused. Wasn't the first thing the emperor did when he came to court to kowtow and shout "Long live the emperor"?

After thinking about it again, he understood that as soon as he came out of the bedroom, someone sent a message to the old guy.

You can figure out what it means even with your toes. It must be that he had a big fight with Concubine Yi all night until dawn, and was late for the morning court because of Concubine Yi, and so on.

"After not seeing you for a day, it seems like you've completely forgotten the rules."

When the emperor's cold voice sounded, all the officials below shuddered.

The next moment all the officials knelt and shouted: "Long live the emperor!"

Leng Qingyi exclaimed in his heart: "Awesome! This is how cool it is to go to court!"

Thinking back to when she was on a mission, she started out as a small fry and finally became a big boss who could do whatever she wanted. The mission was over, and she became a small fry again for the next mission. When had she ever been knelt down by so many people? It was always her who knelt down to others. This feeling was so good. No wonder they all wanted to be the emperor.

"Stand up." Leng Qing stared at the officials below for a long time before speaking.

Everyone below was a little nervous. The emperor seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today. Although he was usually very cold, he would not worry about these small details. He only cared about national affairs.

The old man in the crimson-purple official uniform stepped out again and said, "Your Majesty, honest advice may be unpleasant to the ears, so please do not indulge in beauty."

Leng Qingyi slightly raised the corner of his mouth and cursed Zhongli Yuan in his heart for being useless.

Judging from the attitude of this old man, he dared to talk to him like that. How could he not be dragged out and beheaded to be worthy of his status as a tyrant?

"Be bold!"

Leng Qing shouted loudly, and the Duke of Zhenguo was so scared that he knelt down immediately. The officials behind him also knelt down and shouted to the emperor to calm down.

Only the person in front of the Duke of Zhenguo was still standing steadily. Leng Qingyi also knew who this person was, Zhongli Yuan's only living uncle, Zhongli He.

Leng Qingyi ignored the man standing there. He really didn't have time. There were too many messes in the court and it was not his turn yet.

"Why does the Duke of Zhenguo say that?"

"I heard that the Emperor kept Consort Yi in the Yangxin Palace yesterday. This is illogical. The court session was also a bit late today, so I can't help but think too much."

"When did it become your turn to meddle in my family affairs? If it was the Imperial Concubine Zhenguogong who stayed in the Yangxin Palace yesterday, would he still have advised me not to indulge in beauty? I'm afraid he would have been more than happy for me to do so. By the way, when did Zhenguogong hear about this, and who told him about it? I want to ask him if he doesn't want his tongue, and the heads of his nine clansmen."