Soul swap tyrant always wants to have a baby

The two-day competition was very fast. With Leng Qingyi's plug-in, Dongxia won the first place in almost all national events.

As for the small part, I can only say that the prizes offered by those small countries are cold and insignificant, and I really don't like them.

The last competition before the Wanshou Festival was the poison competition proposed by the Saint of Southern Xinjiang.

This time Leng Qingyi no longer sat on the platform and watched, but went down herself. After all, the methods of Southern Xinjiang were indeed mysterious, and she was determined to get the top-grade Tianshan Snow Lotus.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to participate in this competition? Taking poison will definitely harm your health."

The Saintess of Southern Xinjiang stared at the handsome man who walked down from the high platform without any desire to admire him, her eyes full of impatience.

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing."

"Your Majesty, why don't you let this servant take the medicine for you? You only need to prepare the antidote."

"Then what's the fun in that? Besides, you can't eat it as authentically as I do."

Leng Qing waved her hand and told Zhongli Yuan to go play somewhere else, as he was only disturbing her.

"Your Majesty, why don't you just do as Eunuch Xiaolizi suggested and find someone else to test the poison on your behalf? After all, you are the ruler of a country and you cannot afford to make even the slightest mistake."

The Minister of War was so angry that he was about to explode. He had been advising the emperor every day for the past two days. What did the emperor say then?

Seeing that the emperor did not participate in the previous riding, archery, and wrestling activities, he thought his persuasion was effective.

You are doing this to him now, right? It would be a shame if he didn't deserve this official position, as he met such an ignorant emperor.

"I know what's going on. Before I take it, I'll definitely check if I can get rid of it. If I can't, I'll admit defeat. Besides, can the Saint of Southern Border poison me to death in front of so many people?"

The Saint of Southern Frontier's seductive eyes flickered and she bowed to the Minister of War.

"Don't worry, Shangshu-sama. The antidote must be prepared together with the competition. There will be no accidents."

All civil and military officials are here today, including the Duke of Zhenguo who fell ill due to Leng Qing's anger a few days ago, and Zhongli He who just returned to the capital and won several places in this competition.

The ministers had all kinds of thoughts in their minds, but only the Minister of War advised the emperor.

The Minister of War didn't even glance at the Saint of Southern Xinjiang. He turned to look at the Duke of Zhenguo who was sitting and drinking tea, and the Prime Minister who looked calm and composed.

Okay, okay, these two people, one is the head of civil officials and the other is the head of military generals, why don’t you come out and say something, right?

Okay, okay, they don’t care about my old bones anymore, so what can I do? I can’t do anything.

The angry Minister of War sat back in his seat and drank two glasses of wine before he suppressed his anger.

"Your Majesty, the herbs for preparing the poison and antidote are provided by our Southern Border. The rules of the competition are that the contestants draw lots and form pairs. After selecting the herbs they need and preparing the poison and antidote, they exchange the poison and then select herbs for the antidote."

"I understand. Those who want to participate, please come out."

Seeing that the emperor was going to participate, some imperial doctors who had originally wanted to give it a try were afraid to step forward.

He was afraid that he would run into the emperor and poison him to death without him knowing how he died.

"Don't be afraid. Each of you can take away 30% of the prizes. If you win, you will have the right to use 30% of the Tianshan Snow Lotus. That's a truly life-saving treasure."

Speaking of this, the imperial doctors became restless again.

The envoys brought only a few people with them this time, and there were only one or two doctors who knew about poisons, and even fewer.

So there were only a dozen people participating in the competition.

The medicinal materials were all prepared in advance. Ordinary doctors could only make a few kinds of poisons, so soon only Leng Qingyi and the Saint of Southern Xinjiang were left on the scene.

Everyone watched the Emperor of Dongxia fight his way to the finals, and for a moment they wondered if there was any inside story.

However, the imperial concubine Yan Ruju who was watching changed her expression. She suddenly remembered the day when she was poisoned. The emperor picked up the pastry, smelled it, but did not eat it and handed it to her.

It turned out that the emperor was indifferent at that time because he had already noticed that there was something wrong with the food and thought he was the one who cooked it, so he was so indifferent to him.

Is the reason why he treats her so well now that he has found out who is behind this?

Thinking of this, Yan Ruju suddenly turned her head and met Zhong Lihe who was looking at her.

Naturally, Zhong Lihe also thought of what Yan Ruju was thinking of, and both of their faces looked extremely ugly.

Yan Ruju glared at Zhong Lihe fiercely and no longer paid him any attention, instead she focused her full attention on the handsome man in the audience.

The two people in the audience had already been competing for several rounds and were very familiar with the process. They quickly prepared their own poisons and antidotes.

Leng Qing pinched a small black pill with his bony fingers and handed it directly to the mouth of the Saint of Southern Xinjiang in an extremely ambiguous posture.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang was stunned for a moment and then handed the pill in her hand to Leng Qingyi's mouth.

To outsiders, it looked like the two of them were drinking from a cup of wine together, extremely ambiguous.

But the real situation is: "Your Majesty, the competition can only use the medicinal herbs prepared in advance."

"Saint, do you dare to say that you didn't add anything that shouldn't be added to this medicine?"

Leng Qing opened his lips slightly in a provocative manner and took the pill in the hand of the Saint of Southern Xinjiang.

The feeling of soft lips touching her fingertips moved the Southern Xinjiang Saint's heart slightly, but she then suppressed all her emotions and swallowed the poison pill in Leng Qingyi's hand.

The people below looked at the two people's ambiguous behavior and didn't know for a moment whether they should worry that the emperor would be poisoned and hurt his body, or that the witch from southern Xinjiang would enter the harem and seduce his heart.

Yan Ruju clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly, trying hard to maintain a dignified and steady image.

Now that Concubine Yi is seriously injured, more than half a month has passed and there is still no news. It must not be good.

She is the only woman in the harem that the emperor is close to, and she will not allow other women who pose a threat to her to enter the harem and share the emperor's favor with her.

The Minister of War closely watched the emperor's every move, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

When he was young, he also went to the battlefield and witnessed that the people in southern Xinjiang used snakes, insects, rats and ants to harass our soldiers. It was very strange.

Leng Qingyi calmly withdrew his hand, strode towards the medicine shelf and started selecting herbs.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang felt the changes in her body after taking the pill, frowned, and went to select the herbs she needed.

The backs of the two people standing together look extremely well-matched.

"Our Saint and your Emperor seem to be a perfect match. By the way, I heard that your Emperor is childless. What are your health problems? Our Saint is not only proficient in poisons, but also in medicine. Why not let our Saint take a look at your Emperor?"

Accompanying the Southern Xinjiang Saint was the Southern Xinjiang High Priest's eldest disciple, who was also very likely to become the next Southern Xinjiang High Priest.

"Don't worry about that, Third Prince. Our Emperor is only in his early twenties, in the prime of his life. His focus should be on state affairs, so naturally, he will have a different approach than your King of Southern Xinjiang."

Leng Wuqin always spoke harshly. The high priest was basically in power in Southern Xinjiang, and the king was just a puppet in public.

One of the most important tasks of the King of Southern Xinjiang is to have children. The high priest will select talented children from among them for training. The gifted prince will become one of the candidates for the next high priest, and the talented princess will be chosen as a saint.

But talented children are extremely rare, so the king needs to keep breeding offspring to meet the needs of the high priest.

In short, the King of Southern Xinjiang is a reproductive machine.