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

"What are Luo'er thinking about?" Xiao Ding pressed the tip of his nose against hers, feeling particularly gentle and caring.

Ning Luo whispered: "I feel a little sad when I think of Lan Zhaoyi's hope that I will give birth to a little prince."

Xiao Ding stroked her back gently: "If you can't give birth, you can't give birth. Don't worry about it. You don't live to have children in this world."

"The prince thinks so clearly?" Ning Luo smiled.

"Of course." Xiao Ding kissed her: "When I was fighting in countless mountains of swords and seas of fire, I never thought about getting married and having children."

"Now that I have you in my arms, I truly believe that I already have a wife, and she is still so gentle and lovely. It is enough to have you by my side in this life."

His satisfaction made Ning Luo feel even more distressed.

He took the initiative to kiss him: "Your Highness is so kind."

Xiao Ding was so aroused by her that he had to restrain himself and coaxed her softly: "Be good, go to bed quickly, we have to go to the palace tomorrow."

Ning Luo hummed, thinking that he should cure his poison as soon as possible. After thinking about this, he asked again:

"Your Majesty, how should we find the second prince of Dayuan Kingdom?"

"Leave this matter to me, don't worry. If he learns that there is a coup in Dawan, he will disguise himself and move around. It will take some time."

Ning Luo nodded and didn't ask him how to find the person. It would be better to keep each other's bottom line private. Just like himself, he couldn't expose the secrets of the space and couldn't talk about the master.

Otherwise, if he is completely honest and can't, it will create a psychological burden.

If she couldn't find the second prince, she was also prepared to go to the Western Regions in person to find medicine for the War King.

When Ning Luo woke up the next day, Xiao Ding was no longer on the bed.

She got up and went back to the side hall to change her clothes. Lan Zhaoyi saw her and came up to her with a smile: "Princess Zhan, you are attending the palace banquet today. I will help you dress up so that you can outdo the other princesses."

"Okay, then I'll bother Lan Zhaoyi."

This is what Ning Luo is not good at. He was sent to Wufeng Mountain at the age of five. The Taoist nuns he interacts with every day have ordinary buns on their heads. He doesn't know how to dress up in palace attire.

It's just that I didn't care before, but this time it was a formal palace banquet, and for the sake of the King of War's dignity, I should dress up and attend.

Lan Zhaoyi immediately picked out some of the most gorgeous palace clothes from the box given by the emperor and gave them to her to compete one by one.

It was also the first time I took a serious look at Ning Luo's appearance and figure.

Tsk tsk:

"It turns out that the princess is so naturally beautiful. It seems that in the past, her clothes were too simple. Only gorgeous clothes can match your beauty, otherwise it will be like a pearl covered in dust."

Ning Luo smiled calmly: "Your Majesty doesn't think much of this, so I didn't learn how to dress up."

Lan Zhaoyi said with a smile: "Yes, it doesn't matter if Your Highness doesn't care about sex. Only when he treats you wholeheartedly can the husband and wife be harmonious."

Finally, Lan Zhaoyi helped Ning Luo choose a light-colored waist-length skirt with floor-length undershirt, embroidered with Lingxiao flowers, and trimmed with gold silk. It was gorgeous and dignified, and made her skin even more radiant and white as jade.

Her hair was styled in a Lingyun bun and decorated with gold and jade hairpins, making her look noble and cool.

Dan's lips were painted with honey, making them even more pink and hydrated.

After dressing up, Lan Zhaoyi's eyes were filled with admiration:

"The princess now looks like a legitimate daughter of a high family who has not yet been married. She is so beautiful."

"It's Lan Zhaoyi's credit."

Ning Luo stood up with a smile, stood in front of the bronze mirror, looked at it, turned around, and was very satisfied.

It turns out that I don’t know how beautiful I am.

"Let His Highness take a look. I'm sure it will make his eyes light up."

Lan Zhaoyi proudly led her out.

The King of War had already dressed himself, wearing a purple gold jade crown and the prince's cloud-patterned python robe, looking majestic and handsome.

While he was looking for Ning Luo, Lan Zhaoyi called from behind:

"Your Highness, the princess is here."

The King of War turned around in his wheelchair and looked over, seeing the Pingting woman coming in all directions, with a face like a hibiscus and a charming smile.

The slender waist jade belt dances with the sky veil, it is suspected that a fairy has come down to earth.

Xiao Ding's breathing stagnated, and then he said, "My beloved concubine is dressed like this, and I don't even want to take you into the palace."

"Why?" Ning Luo smiled.

"You don't want others to see your beauty."

Xiao Ding said, then he took her into his arms and sucked her lips hard on her fair and delicate neck before letting go.

"Okay, brand it with my king's mark, and no one will dare to think of it."

Ning Luo blushed with embarrassment, and Lan Zhaoyi didn't even notice.

"How about I change my clothes?" Ning Luo understood his concerns.

"No need." The King of War held her hand, "Let's go. I'm tired of the food in Zuixian Pavilion. Let's change the taste today."

"it is good."

Ning Luo pushed his wheelchair out.

After getting on the carriage, Qi Hu put the gift box she had prepared on it. Xiao Ding took a look at it and asked curiously:

"What's in it?"

"The gift to the emperor is that cube and a fidget spinner."

Ning Luo opened the box and showed it to him.

Xiao Ding picked up the fidget spinner and had never seen it before.

"Why don't I have this gift?" Jealousy suddenly appeared in his heart.

Ning Luo coaxed: "I thought the prince would not like this gadget. If you like it, I will make one for him later."

"No need, I'm afraid it took you a lot of effort to make this thing. I don't want Luo'er to have to work hard again."

Xiao Ding held it in his hand and played with it, guessing the emperor's mood when he saw such a gift.

The emperor's heart is unpredictable, and I don't know whether Luo'er's flattery can be accurate.