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

Xiao Ding frowned: "After lunch, come to the bedroom to find me."

"Yes." Ning Luo agreed immediately.

After Xiao Ding finished speaking, he took a few bites of food and then turned his wheelchair back to the dormitory.

Ning Luo also took a few bites and then cleared the table.

I washed my hands and adjusted my mentality before going to see him.

The door of the bedroom was open, and the war king was drinking tea.

It doesn't seem so fierce anymore.

When Xiao Ding saw her coming in, he ordered: "Close the door."

When Ning Luo turned around and closed the door, Xiao Ding took out two nanmu boxes from nowhere and put them on the table, opening them respectively.

When she turned around, she said calmly: "Come and take a look."

Ning Luo walked over and took a look, her eyes bright.

Darling, this box is filled with one hundred thousand taels of silver notes. It’s a thick stack. It’s estimated to be tens of millions of taels of silver?

The other box contained property deeds, including shops, mansions, and farms. There were probably thousands of them.

What a rich man.

Inhumane arrogance!

Therefore, he is indeed worthy of being the King of War. Although the warehouse in the mansion is empty, he still has backup plans.

"Your Highness, you want to invest in my Yunshang Pavilion?"

Ning Luo asked tentatively.

"I want to buy it." Xiao Ding looked at her meaningfully: "Including your Zuixian Pavilion and Ning Mansion's family property, is it enough?"

"Why?" Ning Luo was not surprised that he knew that he was still the owner of Zuixian Pavilion, but was surprised by his acquisition behavior.

It's a bit flattering to spend such generous money, which far exceeds the market value of her properties.

Xiao Ding said lightly: "I don't want my princess to be exposed in public."

"But didn't the prince agree yesterday to let me run Yunshang Pavilion?" Ning Luo didn't want to give up doing what he loved.

If you run Yunshang Pavilion by yourself, you can make whatever style of clothes you want to wear immediately. If you want to eat delicious food, just let the chef of Zuixian Pavilion cook it.

Moreover, you can go out every day to experience the bustling city and see all kinds of life, which is so satisfying.

It's much more interesting than living in the palace all day long.

"Yesterday the king didn't know that you valued Yunshang Pavilion more than taking care of me." Xiao Ding asked her meaningfully: "Do you want to leave me as soon as possible?"

"It's nothing, the prince's illness has not recovered yet."

Ning Luo denied it.

And promised again: "I will not leave until the prince's poison is cured."

So, you have to leave after you are cured?

A hint of evil flashed in Xiao Ding's eyes.

Why should she stay away from herself.

"Just now, you said that men are unreliable, do you think this is the case with me?"

"This..." Ning Luo hesitated for a moment and decided to explain it to him.

"Since ancient times, there have been lessons learned from the past when a passionate woman betrayed her heart and a woman who tolerated a man did not end well. There are many stories told in this teahouse."

"Not to mention other things, for example, when my mother fell in love with my father, he was still a poor scholar. She thought he was reliable and brought a large dowry to marry him so that he could study. Unexpectedly, after he became an official in high school, He just married a beautiful lady and forgot about his wife’s support.”

"Later, when my mother became pregnant, not only was her servants unable to take good care of her, but she was also made so unhappy by my father and Zhou's concubine that she died of dystocia."

Xiao Ding frowned slightly as he listened.

Ning Luo continued: "Also, a few days ago I went to the palace for training and met a concubine who was in the cold palace because she had an old grudge with the imperial concubine and almost accidentally hurt me. Later I learned that she was sent to the cold palace because of jealousy. Her child was killed by the imperial concubine, and in the end she couldn't bear the grief and went crazy."

"In ancient times, Wang Baochuan married Xue Pinggui and lived in a cave for eighteen years. When Xue Pinggui came back as a general, he didn't want to recognize her. Later, he was forced to take her to enjoy his life because of the criticism from others. However, he died on the eighteenth day. Among them, The sadness and misery are all caused by mistrusting the man..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Ding stared into her eyes, interrupted and asked: "Do you think I will be such a heartless person in the future?"

Ning Luo nodded subconsciously.

Xiao Ding was furious: "Today I asked you to look at my family's property. Even if I leave these to you, won't it make you feel at ease?"

"No." Ning Luo shook her head gently, not wanting to lie to him: "Love is hard to buy but easy to change. The prince will definitely have many women in the future. I don't want to be a jealous and resentful woman."

Xiao Ding sighed: "I am not that kind of person."

"Forget it, there's no point in talking about it at the moment, just get on with it."

Ning Luo was blessed: "I'm retiring. I will come back early before dinner."

After she turned around and left, Xiao Ding picked up the book in his hand and read it again.

This is a storybook with a medical book cover.

Last night, he had an idea and suddenly wanted to study the woman's thoughts after marriage. Unfortunately, although this woman was his wife in name, she was not sentimental towards him at all.

Or because of that kind of anecdotal story.

So helpless!

Ning Luo was not able to achieve a calm mind.

The King of War is a national hero, and he is really nice to her, but now that she has a rich family fortune, what does she want from a man?

Isn’t it good to make money and build a career?

When he becomes king in the future, he may be old and cannot compare to those delicate cardamom girls. What's more, he has to cater to the worldly life. Isn't he tired?

If you have money and a career, you can live however you want, how carefree you are.

After doing some repairs, Ning Luo drove his carriage out of the mansion and went straight to Yunshang Pavilion.

But halfway through, we encountered a traffic jam.

A group of people gathered around and pointed.

When she got out of the car, she saw that it was a child who had been hit by a carriage and fell to the ground, with bloodshot eyes oozing from his forehead.

Judging from his clothes, he looks like a beggar.

An old man who looked like a doctor was giving first aid to the injured. Fortunately, he was revived.

Several strong men surrounded the carriage that hit someone, demanding an explanation.

The carriage looked like it belonged to a wealthy family. Several guards drew their swords to protect the owner, but the owner refused to show his face.

Even though the guards had given money, the strong men still insisted on asking the carriage owner to come down and apologize in person.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while.

This is a very strange phenomenon.

"Come down quickly. Isn't it natural for you to not apologize if you hit someone?"

"..."

Ning Luo was also a little curious. If there was someone in the car, it would make a noise.

But the carriage owner's guards only hurriedly drove away the pedestrians.

"Get out of the way!"

"If you don't get out of the way, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Compensation and apology for hurting people, compensation for killing people with their lives..."

The voices of the people became louder and louder, and the guards were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat.

A burly man appeared out of nowhere, kicked down two guards, and then pushed open the carriage door.

A man was seen sitting inside. He was wearing ordinary guard clothes, but he looked familiar.

Isn't this His Highness the Crown Prince?

Although they had only met him once, Ning Luo still recognized him.

Do you dare to sneak out of the palace?

It's just that this thing is a bit weird, it seems like a trap.