On the wedding night, the substitute princess cured the war king's poison

"Master, I don't want to get married."

"There's no woman who won't marry when she grows up. I'll tell you, this is a good marriage."

"I want to stay on the mountain and be filial to my master."

"I can move freely as my master. I need to retreat to practice cultivation. I don't need your care. Prime Minister Ning's sedan chair has already gone up the mountain. Go ahead. The glory and wealth in the sky are waiting for you."

Piaomiao Taoist shook off the floating dust, and a strong wind blew.

When Ning Luo opened his eyes, he saw his father, who had been away for many years.

Sure enough, he came with a group of servants.

Ning Hong looked at his daughter who was as graceful as a fairy and almost didn't dare to recognize her.

However, he quickly entered the scene, wiping away tears to coax people.

"Luo'er, you have suffered a lot in the mountains these years. Dad is here to take you home."

"Oh, aren't you saying that I, the evil star, can defeat your parents? Are you afraid that I will kill you when I come down from the mountain?" Ning Luo sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Although she was born through the fetus, it was a pity that her past life memories were awakened late, otherwise she would never have been able to let them control her when she was young.

"Luo'er, the fortune teller said that your bad luck has passed. From now on, dad will try his best to compensate you for the suffering you have suffered these years."

"Father asked for a marriage from the emperor and betrothed you to the sixth prince, King Chu. Not only is he a talented man, but he is also the most gentle and courteous among the princes. His mother is also the royal concubine. From now on, you will be the noble concubine of Chu. No worries about food and clothing.”

Ning Luo was suspicious, could this be the good marriage and the heaven-shattering wealth that Master mentioned?

She still tried to speak:

"Dad, please go back. I don't want to get married. I have been chanting sutras on the mountain for eleven years and have long been accustomed to a quiet life. The sixth prince is really so good. Marry Ning Yun to him."

Ning Hong said with a sad face: "Luo'er, the emperor has also issued a decree to marry Yun'er to the poisoned War King Chongxi. That War King will not live for more than a few days. Her life will be harder than yours in the future. It is precisely because she is willing to go to the wedding that dad can ask the emperor for your good marriage."

"The imperial edict has been issued. Anyone who disobeys will be executed. Luo'er, just follow your father down the mountain."

In this way, Ning Luo dispelled his doubts and made a condition:

"Then you divorce Mrs. Zhou. If you hadn't spoiled your concubine and killed your wife, my mother would not have died early."

"Okay, okay, as long as you are willing to go back with dad, I will divorce Mr. Zhou after you get married..."

The old scumbag was in tears, and his heartbroken and repentant look was still vivid in my mind.

However, after Ning Luo took off the red hijab and looked at the unconscious man on the bed, he couldn't help but scold Ning Hong's 18th generation ancestor!

A scumbag is a scumbag, and he was so bold as to resort to this trick.

Ning Luo has read the imperial edict granting marriage, and she is indeed marrying the King of Chu.

And isn’t this man who is dying now the King of War?!

She must have been led to the wrong place when she got on the sedan chair.

So, she became the happy one!

If you dare to do this at the risk of deceiving the emperor, isn't Ning Hong, a scumbag, afraid of death? !

The war king, who was seriously ill at this time, was also dressed in a wedding dress, with his hair tied up in a jade crown, his face was cold and tough, his nose was high, his beautiful thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was no color.

The eyes were lightly closed, and the long and dense eyelashes hid a bit of sharpness.

But in his early twenties.

There was a bruise floating on the Yintang area.

He is already terminally ill and cannot survive more than a few days.

Ning Luo could tell at a glance that he was poisoned.

He was murdered when he was a young child.

The poison occurred when he was shining brightly at the height of the sun.

It seems that he also has elders who are evil and evil!

Since we are destined to meet him, we might as well save him.

Ning Luo walked over slowly to check his pulse, her wrists were cold and her breath was like a gossamer.

Hey, this disease is difficult to cure.

Forget it, it’s better to try to detoxify a dead horse.

Ning Luo used his mind to take out a mung bean-sized detoxification pill from the space, opened the War King's lips, and put the pill into his mouth.

After a while, the bruise on War King's forehead became lighter.

It's just a little lighter, which shows that the poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Ning Luo used his mind to take out a piece of talisman paper from the space, bit his index finger, and drew an evil talisman on the talisman paper. When he snapped his fingers, a small cluster of flames appeared between his fingers.

She burned the talisman to ashes, poured it into the tea, and slowly fed it to the King of War.

After watching for a while, I saw that all the bruises on his forehead were gone.

The pale face also had blood.

This face is even more handsome and unparalleled. It is in line with Ning Luo's aesthetic point. It is quite eye-catching.

Just still not awake.

It seems that he can only be saved unless he has the poison-clearing and soul-reviving pill, finds the person who caused the poison or his direct relatives, and uses their blood as a medicine.

This Qinggu soul-reviving pill alone requires twenty-seven kinds of precious medicinal materials to refine.

What's more, the War King's poison must have been poisoned by someone in the palace since he was a child. This black hand is still a high-ranking and powerful person, and he is also his blood relative.

This medicine may be difficult to obtain.

Forget it, she has tried her best. Let's do this tonight and think of something tomorrow.

Ning Luo's stomach growled with hunger. He finished the food and wine on the table in a few seconds, then washed himself, undressed and went to bed.

Ning Luo moved the War King inside and fell asleep.

This soft couch with new quilt is so comfortable.

Ning Luo was sleeping soundly.

In the dream, there was a man's handsome face very close to her, almost touching her, and their breaths were intertwined.

Maybe drunk? Having a sweet dream?

It’s just that this man is so real and vivid.

It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but touch it.

Beautiful jawline, broad shoulders, tight muscles, lean waist and slender thighs.

You can still hear his heartbeat.

The man's beautiful thin lips were slightly opened, and he captured hers in a gentle yet domineering deep kiss.

Suddenly, a burst of severe pain woke Ning Luo from her dream.

The pain comes from the lips.

She seemed to have been bitten hard!

Moreover, the thin waist seemed to be imprisoned by iron vise, unable to move.

My legs were sore.

Ning Luo opened his eyes and was shocked!

She actually slept badly, leaning on the King of War.

It’s really Meng Lang!

There was a trace of blood on Xiao Ding's thin lips, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring coldly at the beautiful woman above.

Those extremely clear and bright eyes were in sharp contrast to her misbehavior at the moment.

The majestic war king is actually being held down by a woman!

"Bold! Who are you?!" Xiao Ding shouted angrily, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

However, when I licked the remaining blood on my lips, it tasted great.

It should be this woman's blood that lessened his poison.

Thinking of this, he suppressed his murderous intent and relaxed his grip on Ning Luo's waist.