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

Ning Luo prepared breakfast and just brought the food to the flower hall when the King of War had already wheeled over.

Ning Luo glanced at her, she was freshly dressed and in good spirits.

It is a definite guess that he has a secret room and is served by secret guards.

He is a capable person, and Ning Luo is sure that he will not lose anything by cooperating with him.

"Why are you wearing maid's clothes?"

Xiao Ding subconsciously felt that she was deliberately lowering her status and alienating herself.

Is she angry about last night's threat?

"Your Majesty, I only have the wedding clothes, and the dowry box is empty. I had to find a maid to wear them first when I took a bath last night." Ning Luo truthfully stated the difficult situation.

Unexpectedly, she was so depressed.

Xiao Ding was silent, "After breakfast, I will accompany you to the embroidery shop to buy a few sets, so as not to embarrass me."

Ning Luo said hurriedly: "No need to trouble the prince, I will buy it myself. Now that the prince's legs and feet are inconvenient, I can do the shopping. Please rest assured, prince, I will bring delicious food back."

"I also want to go out for a walk." Xiao Ding changed the topic and asked sternly: "Do you want to go back to Wufeng Mountain?"

"If you escape without my permission - you will be killed without mercy!"

Another stern warning.

"Where can I live comfortably in a palace like this in the mountains? Prince, please rest assured that I will not run away." Ning Luo promised seriously that she would also use her identity as Princess Zhan to do something.

Xiao Ding stopped talking, drank the bland porridge, and thought about his future plans.

This poison must be cured, and the revenge that deserves it must be avenged.

However, the Wujia secret guards have not found the seven-flavored medicine in the thirty states within the Yan Kingdom, and now they have sent people to the Western Region to look for it.

"Your Majesty, we have to go to the pawn shop to pawn money first, and then we will have money to buy clothes and food." After saying this, Ning Luo paused, "Besides, I have some private matters to go out."

Hearing this, Xiao Ding raised his head and looked unhappy: "What's the matter?"

"Go back to Ning Mansion and get my mother's dowry back."

"What if they refuse to give it to you?"

"Then I'll borrow the prince's prestige and use the fox's prestige as the tiger's." Ning Luo smiled and asked, "Is that okay?"

Xiao Ding smiled implicitly: "Yes."

"My lord, you look so kind and kind when you smile, and you are even more handsome."

Ning Luo saw the opportunity and praised him like a dog-legged person.

"I am a military commander and a man, not a frail scholar. I cannot be described as handsome." Xiao Ding reprimanded him sternly.

In fact, my heart has already started to stir.

Growing up, this was the first time a woman dared to praise his appearance in front of him.

Tasting it, it has a different taste.

"Yes, the War King is a god descended from heaven. He is unparalleled in bravery. He is the toughest man in the Yan Kingdom. He is upright and can swallow up mountains and rivers..."

Ning Luo boasted that there was nothing in the sky or on the earth.

Xiao Ding suppressed his laughter and drank his porridge in silence.

Why do I feel that although the porridge today is bland, it is more fragrant than what I have tasted before.

After breakfast and a brief tidying up, Ning Luo came over with a freshly made curtain hat.

"My lord, you have a distinguished status. If you go shopping with me on the street, I'm afraid you will be criticized. How about wearing this?"

"No, my current situation is the same as that of ordinary people. I also want to experience the life in the market." Xiao Ding said nonchalantly.

His father just wanted him to live a normal life, so it was better to follow his wishes for a few days, so as not to send spies to keep an eye on him again and again.

"Then if others recognize you..."

Ning Luo was mainly worried that he would not be able to accept the psychological gap of changing from a mighty god of war to having to rely on a wheelchair for transportation.

If others recognized it, they would probably be embarrassed.

Can he accept kind and sympathetic looks and malicious ridicule?

"Don't you just want to see me like this?" Xiao Ding laughed at himself, "Now that the border is peaceful, there is no need for a war king."

In this way, Ning Luo no longer advises him, he who can withstand the ups and downs is the real man.

Difficulties sharpen character.

After taking a short rest, the two of them left the palace.

Xiao Ding was wearing a blue uniform and his hair was tied up with a jade crown. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his posture was upright and his posture was not less dignified.

It's just that his handsome face still carries a majestic look, which is the aura of a king that comes from his bones.

Although Ning Luo was wearing maid clothes and no makeup, it was still difficult to hide her pure and beautiful appearance.

She appeared on Chang'an Street pushing the King of War, which immediately attracted the attention of others.