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

Oh, give me a few children. You have been poisoned by this poison. No matter how hard you work, you will not be able to have children.

However, Ning Luo only cursed in his heart but did not say it out loud.

So as not to damage his self-esteem and self-confidence.

After all, he is now a critically ill patient.

It is a basic principle to respect a national hero.

"Your Majesty, I can't have children. I've tried a lot of poisons before." Ning Luo put the problem on himself.

This will also dispel his thoughts.

"How about? Let's borrow a few of them under our name?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ding's expression turned even worse.

"How can the royal bloodline be confused at will?"

"You think all the imperial doctors are dead? If they find out, they won't skin you?"

Xiao Ding was angry and waved his hand.

"If you can't give birth and don't want to be buried with me, go find the antidote quickly."

This woman was as strong as an ox and proficient in medical skills. She was probably lying to herself when she said she couldn't have children.

Really, there are a hundred minds.

"Yes, I'll go now."

After Ning Luo finished answering, he turned around and left.

Now that she has the Huichun Hall, she can use the name of the medicine to go to the medicinal market to find medicine, which should not attract the emperor's attention.

She hoped that she could find the seven-flavored medicine soon, and when the poison of the King of War was cured, she could retire with success and live a free and wealthy life.

Otherwise, we can only hope that the emperor dies before the war king.

When the time comes, he will ask the prince for his reward for rescuing him from the siege, so he won't have to be buried with him.

After thinking about it, Ning Luo came back to his senses and made a few noises.

My head is confused, how could the King of War die young? I must save him.

The prince has a weak character and cannot take on big responsibilities. Even if he wants to live in peace and prosperity in the future, he must help the war king change his fate against the will of heaven.

It was all because of that dog emperor, who was so hypocritical that she now offended the King of War.

Ning Luo cursed the emperor in his heart, and when passing by the front yard, he saw Lan Zhaoyi washing up.

It seems that she is planning to stay there for a long time.

Ning Luo said hello smoothly: "Lan Zhaoyi, I'm going out."

"Princess Zhan, how is Your Highness feeling now?" Lan Zhaoyi hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"It's not good. Don't mess with him if it's okay." Ning Luo thought about it and invited, "Do you want to go shopping with me and take a look at my shop?"

Lan Zhaoyi declined politely: "Let's wait for another day. I see that the furniture in the yard is all dusty. I'll clean it first. Maybe His Highness will be willing to call me to serve him later."

"Okay, then I'll leave first. Someone from Zuixiange Restaurant will bring food in the evening. I'll try to come back early to have dinner with you."

After Ning Luo finished explaining, he left the mansion and drove away in a carriage.

Lan Zhaoyi looked at the empty courtyard and unconsciously walked to the hanging flower gate. She stood there and watched for a while, and saw the war king practicing shooting darts in the second courtyard.

She just stood there quietly and watched.

After being separated for more than ten years, today we have seen each other for the longest time.

His Highness has grown up and has seen him tall and mighty in armor. Compared with the depression he feels sitting in a wheelchair now, Lan Zhaoyi's heart is as sharp as a knife.

Suddenly a dart shot over, and Lan Zhaoyi subconsciously reached out to catch it.

This is a harmless dart.

Xiao Ding turned around and looked at her: "Do you remember this dart?"

Lan Zhaoyi pinched the wooden dart with smooth sides in her hand and choked with sobs: "I didn't expect His Highness still kept it."

She said and knelt straight down.

This is the dart she made for His Highness herself.

She was the one who taught His Highness how to shoot darts. Before she left, His Highness could hit the target with perfect accuracy.

"Back then, I was wrong. Your Highness, please kill me to satisfy your hatred."

Xiao Ding looked at her for a long time and then said: "Get up, it's not your fault, it's all fate."

"Lan Zhaoyi, play chess with me."

There is a backgammon set on the stone table in the courtyard.

"promise."

Lan Zhaoyi stood up and stepped forward happily.

The two sat opposite each other in front of the chess game.

The chess pieces are black and white, in the shape of a pestle, each with fifteen chess pieces.

Xiao Ding threw the two dice in front of Lan Zhaoyi: "You throw it first."

Lan Zhaoyi threw it first, and the dice fell on the plate, one with four points and the other with two points.

"I'm still not lucky."

She laughed at herself and moved the two black pieces according to the points.

She also taught these chess pieces to His Highness. At that time, His Highness had not reached the age of enlightenment and the palace was lonely and boring, so she tried her best to amuse the child.

After she finished moving the chess pieces, Xiao Ding also picked up the dice and randomly rolled out two ones.

Xiao Ding said sadly: "My luck is even worse and my luck is even worse."

Hearing this, Lan Zhaoyi suddenly began to sob and cry.

The memories of more than 20 years ago are like a flood. The country was ruined and the family was destroyed. She left her hometown. The princess's grief and anger were uncontrollable, and the little prince's innocence was pitiful.

In the past ten years, His Highness has worked so hard, but now she is about to die soon. She feels uneasy, blaming the unfairness of God and the unfavorable fate...

"Stop crying, isn't this king still alive?"

Xiao Ding frowned and said:

"Why haven't you made any noise in the past ten years? Why didn't you come to see me earlier? When I was at the height of my power, I was still capable of taking you out of the palace to take care of you in your old age. Now, you are here too late, and you won't get any glory. "

"This servant dare not expect to enjoy His Highness's care..."

Xiao Ding interrupted her, "Stop crying, aunt, there is no need for you to humble yourself like a slave."

Hearing this, Lan Zhaoyi looked up and trembled slightly, "When... did you know?"

Xiao Ding said slowly: "Although you are not the queen of the Yue Kingdom, you are the youngest daughter of Concubine Lan of the Yue Kingdom and the seventh princess of the Yue Kingdom. When the royal family of the Yue Kingdom surrendered, they married the eldest princess and you were arranged to serve as a maid. I am accompanying you to the Yan Kingdom because the royal family is afraid that the eldest princess will not serve you well. You can take her place and continue to serve the Moon Kingdom."

"It's just that you have been dormant for many years, why didn't you kill my father?"

If it weren't for this blood relationship, she wouldn't have been so careful to protect him until he was five years old and give him the maternal love he lacked.

Xiao Ding only investigated the secret behind this three years ago.

This Lan Zhaoyi is actually his aunt who is related to him by blood, not an ordinary maid.