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

Ning Luo thought about it: If I said that the King of War was currently unable to have children because of the poison, it would definitely make Lan Zhaoyi sad.

If she still said that she couldn't have a baby, Lan Zhaoyi might immediately take a concubine and marry the King of War.

It's just that the seeds don't sprout.

In the end, it was proved that the King of War could not give birth.

By then, will he still have face?

Since King War had reminded him, Lan Zhaoyi was just a temporary guest.

I think I will send it away later.

It's better to let her relax for a few days.

After reading this, Ning Luo said with a shy look: "There is no news yet, after all, we just got married not long ago."

Throw the question back to her by the way.

"Lan Zhaoyi has been in the palace for many years, but hasn't she given birth to a prince?"

Hearing this, Lan Zhaoyi's face stiffened, "No, I was given the poison and will never be able to conceive a child."

Back then, she was willing to propose herself as a pillow in front of the emperor. She also wanted to conceive a prince and help the Fourth Highness in the future.

However, not only the queen, but also the concubines were wary of her pregnancy, and even the emperor was wary of her. Every time she went to bed, she was given Bizi soup, and later she was given a lot of cold medicine in her diet.

Although she was skilled in martial arts, she had no medical skills, which resulted in lifelong infertility.

Thinking about it now, her attempt to assist the Fourth Highness to subvert the Yan Kingdom was simply a joke.

She secretly decided in her heart that when the time comes, she must kill the dog emperor to sacrifice to the Yue Kingdom royal family.

Ning Luo saw the anger in Lan Zhaoyi's eyes.

He asked her tentatively: "Lan Zhaoyi, your kung fu must be good, right?"

Lan Zhaoyi said confidently: "It's okay. I taught King War the dart skills."

Ning Luo's heart trembled slightly when he heard this. Once the War King's darts were fired, they would never miss a chance, killing people in the blink of an eye.

If you can't beat it, join.

It is always safer to be friends with the strong than to be enemies.

"That's really awesome."

Lan Zhaoyi's eyebrows showed heroic spirit: "It's not bad, it's easy to kill one person in a hundred steps."

This is probably her proudest specialty.

Ning Luo added firewood to the stove, stood up and said:

"Lan Zhaoyi, please teach me how to cook eight-treasure porridge. I have never cooked it before. If I learn how to cook it in the future, I can often make it as an appetizer for the prince."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Lan Zhaoyi looked pleased and patiently taught the details of cooking porridge.

During dinner, there was a large bowl of sweet porridge on the table.

Lan Zhaoyi filled a bowl and held it in front of Xiao Ding.

"I cooked the eight-treasure porridge that His Highness loved to drink as a child. It took me an hour to cook it."

"Have a heart."

Xiao Ding nodded, took a spoonful, took a sip, and said: "It's slightly hot."

He glanced at Ning Luo beside him.

Ning Luo understood, and immediately moved the stool to sit closer: "Let me help the prince to blow."

She took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently, and then brought it to the War King's lips, smiling tenderly: "It shouldn't be hot now, my lord, try it again."

Xiao Ding just let her feed him happily.

Seeing how loving the two were, Lan Zhaoyi brought a meal and left.

"I'll go check out the front yard."

After she left, Ning Luo stopped feeding.

Xiao Ding pushed the bowl of porridge in front of her: "This porridge is too sweet, you should eat it."

Ningluo tasted it for a few times and found it to be extremely sweet.

"Lan Zhaoyi still thinks of me as her childhood sweetheart."

Xiao Ding sighed lowly.

During these more than ten years, he had been on the battlefield, sleeping in the open air, and had eaten all kinds of salty and light meals, but he had never eaten sweet rice porridge.

He was afraid that if he tasted the sweet porridge, he would think of Lan Lingshi, who had taken care of him like his own mother.

When I was young, I was trained in the army and suffered all kinds of hardships. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I told myself secretly.

You can't be weak and you can't live up to her expectations.

Ning Luo saw that the King of War was deep in thought and didn't say anything, but silently drank the bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

After dinner, Ning Luo carried water for the King of War to bathe as usual.

He poured the medicinal soup into the tub and was about to turn around.

Xiao Ding called her to stop.

"Don't go out now, just stay here and guard."

See him taking off his clothes and belt leisurely.

Ning Luo felt like having a nosebleed.

This monster wants to seduce me again?