Soul swap tyrant always wants to have a baby

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"Third Prince, please take care of your Saint Girl first. Our Emperor is doing very well now, but your Saint Girl doesn't look so well."

The Third Prince of Southern Xinjiang suddenly turned around and looked at the two people standing in the middle of the stage.

The handsome emperor stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the petite woman who was a head shorter than him with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

The two of them stood in the center, as if separated from the world, and there were only the two of them between heaven and earth.

The young ladies from official families around couldn't help but ask their parents when the emperor would hold the beauty ceremony.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the Southern Xinjiang Holy Witch Ma Luoxue. She covered her chest with her hands in disbelief and looked up at the man who was as calm and composed as a banished immortal.

"Admit defeat?"

Those three cold words coupled with those sparkling eyes made one's heart beat faster for no reason.

"No."

Wu Ma Luoxue pressed the acupuncture points on his chest twice and then spat out a mouthful of black blood. He instantly became weak and fell to the ground.

Looking at the little bug squirming twice in the pool of black blood, Wu Ma Luoxue's heart was shocked and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood, completely staining the spotless white gauze dress.

Leng Qingyi took two steps back in disgust and turned to look for the Southern Xinjiang envoys in the crowd.

"Third Prince, are you from Southern Xinjiang going to admit defeat?"

Wu Maluoli stood up suddenly. Naturally, he also saw the natal Gu that Wu Maluoxue spit out.

He looked at Leng Qingyi with horror in his eyes. For a moment he was at a loss and ignored Leng Qingyi's questions.

There was no way, the lonely Wu Ma Luoxue was still crying and spitting out black blood.

"If you don't admit defeat, you'll lose your life."

Leng Qingyi frowned slightly and felt a little annoyed. If the dosage was too small, the effect would not be achieved. If the dosage was too large, the man would almost be killed by her.

She is still useful and cannot die.

But if she doesn't admit defeat, Leng Qingyi can't give her the antidote. What if she doesn't admit it then?

Suddenly, Leng Qingyi had an idea in his mind. When did she become so obedient?

"Here, here, here, here. Don't try to scam me."

Leng Qingyi directly threw the antidote into Wu Ma Luoxue's mouth. The antidote melted in her mouth, and she stopped vomiting blood in just a few breaths.

Feeling the strange gaze coming from him, his eyes lit up instantly.

Wu Ma Luoxue struggled to get up and looked at Wu Ma Luoli, and they saw a light in each other's eyes.

"I, Wu Ma Luo, am inferior to others in snow skills. I admit defeat. Emperor Dongxia, you are very powerful."

"This is my Southern Xinjiang's most precious treasure, the top-grade Tianshan Snow Lotus. I am willing to give it to you today."

Wu Maluoli took out the exquisite box that he had prepared long ago and bent down to hand it to Nie Yueming.

Leng Qingyi took the box, smelled it, and confirmed that the contents were correct, but he was still a little disappointed.

How could she really give it to her? She has no reason to blackmail me again.

"Let's stop here for today. Young men and young ladies from all families, go back and prepare well. We have a battle tomorrow. I heard that Nanqiu's prize for the first place is the calligraphy of a great scholar. If anyone can take the top prize, the calligraphy will belong to you alone. Of course, you, my dear ministers, can also participate. After all, the calligraphy of a great scholar is of great collection value."

Originally, they came to the competition just to gain fame for themselves, but who would have thought that the emperor would allow them to take away 30% of the prizes.

Although 30% is not a lot, they did not contribute anything. Dongxia has sponsored the competitions of various countries, and all the items used are from the emperor's private treasury. The prizes they win should naturally belong to the emperor. Now, more than 30% will be distributed to them. The winner can directly own the calligraphy of the great scholar.

Whoever said that their emperor is stingy, please stand up.

"Tomorrow's competition will mostly be a test of literary talent, and the prizes will be everyone's paintings and calligraphy. It's not easy to divide them up, but since it's my birthday, I'm happy. As long as you have the ability to win the prizes, they will all be yours. I'll pay the jackpot, and the prizes are yours. It's a sure win. Everyone, please use your full strength tomorrow. This is not just a fight for your country, but also a fight for yourselves."

The young men and women who were talking were all excited, and even some civil officials were ready to make a move.

Among the prizes for tomorrow's competition there will be many authentic works by great masters. They cannot be considered as masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, but as they are produced by the country, their value is self-evident.

The fifth prince of Nanqiu curled his lips in disdain and left the table first with the Nanqiu envoys.

Today's guests began to leave one after another, and Leng Qingyi also planned to go back and rest. It is true that the more people enjoy, the more they want to enjoy.

Thinking back, she didn't feel tired at all when she was busy with tasks every day, but she felt a little exhausted just hosting a banquet.

As soon as he stood up, he was stopped by the Third Prince of Southern Xinjiang and the Saint of Southern Xinjiang.

Zhongli Yuan silently took a step forward and looked warily at the two people blocking the way.

"Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask of you. I wonder if you could spare me a moment."

"Oh? What can't be said here?"

The two exchanged glances before Wu Ma Luoli spoke first, "This is about the secrets of Southern Xinjiang, so it's not very convenient to be here."

Leng Qingyi looked at the two of them meaningfully and took them to the side hall of the Golden Throne Hall.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

The two of them glanced at Zhongli Yuan who was following closely behind Leng Qingyi, and the meaning was clear.

"Go out and wait for me."

"Your Majesty, may..."

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

Zhongli Yuan looked the two of them up and down with a scrutinizing look, then glanced at Leng Qingyi with concern before silently retreating.

Leng Qingyi sat in the main seat and poured himself a cup of tea without any intention of asking the two of them to sit down.

The two people standing didn't mind looking at each other and knelt directly in front of Leng Qingyi.

No one knew about the conversation between the three people. Outsiders only knew that after today's competition, the third prince of Southern Xinjiang and the saint went to find the emperor, and then there was a new concubine, Snow, in the harem.

After the three of them came out of the side hall, Wu Ma Luoxue never returned to Sifang Pavilion and was arranged by Leng Qingyi to stay in Ganquan Palace.

Zhongli Yuan was very confused by Leng Qingyi's behavior. He looked at Wu Ma Luoxue who was walking beside Leng Qingyi with eyes full of vigilance and hostility.

When they reached the fork in the road, Wu Ma Luoxue took off the veil on her face and said goodbye to Leng Qingyi.

As he left, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Zhongli Yuan, who was following behind Leng Qing with his emotions written all over his face.

"Your Majesty, what did they tell you about how you took that woman into the harem?"

"We're just using each other. Besides, the Southern Border Saint is so beautiful. One day, if we exchange our bodies and your harem is filled with stunning beauties, you'll have to thank me."

"I already have a favorite woman in my heart. She is the most beautiful and best woman in the world. No one can compare to her."

"Tsk, that's a shame. With your current condition, there's probably no hope for you to be with her. But it's not impossible. You could ask her if she likes girls. You don't look bad looking now, what if she happens to like girls?"

Zhongli Yuan looked deeply at Leng Qingyi's ruthless steps, sighed, and shook his head helplessly.