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

While the two were talking, the King of War came out in his wheelchair.

After taking a shower, her black hair was spread around her shoulders, dripping with water and dripping wet.

Ning Luo immediately left Lan Zhaoyi behind, hurried up to meet him, and said gently: "It turns out that the prince's hair has not been wiped yet. I was not careful enough and missed it."

She said, picking up the dry cloth hanging next to the wheelchair and carefully wiping his hair.

Seeing this gentle and considerate look, Lan Zhaoyi felt comforted.

He poured a cup of tea from the coffee table and handed it to Xiao Ding, smiling and saying:

"Just now I asked His Highness to teach the princess how to shoot darts."

"It can also be passed on to the princes in the future."

This desire for the War King to have an heir was so obvious that Ning Luo's heart sank.

Xiao Ding took the tea cup and nodded slightly to express his thanks.

He took a sip, tilted his head, and asked Ning Luo in a doting tone: "Want to learn?"

"I think." Ning Luo nodded immediately, his eyes bright.

In her previous life, she could use guns but not throwing knives. Now in the era of cold weapons, she had to learn this skill.

"I'll teach you later."

After Xiao Ding finished speaking, he continued to drink tea.

Ning Luo dried his hair and gently massaged the acupuncture points on his head.

Xiao Ding closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace and warmth in his heart that he had never felt before.

However, Lan Zhaoyi had no intention of retreating. She took back the darts on the target and started a new round of shooting.

Fierce and swift, as fast as lightning, every dart hits the bull's-eye accurately.

Xiao Ding frowned slightly at seeing him practicing so diligently.

It seems that she is determined to take revenge.

It's just that there are many masters in the palace, and the emperor also has the skills to get around, it's not that easy to take his life.

What's more, I still want his blood as medicine.

Lan Zhaoyi cannot be allowed to act rashly.

It's just that she has a stubborn personality and can't be persuaded. She hopes that there will be no trouble within these ten days.

Lan Zhaoyi's darts shot faster and faster.

"Okay!" Ning Luo clapped her hands and cheered.

I yearn for this unique skill.

After three rounds of shooting, Lan Zhaoyi stopped to rest.

Xiao Ding also put down the tea cup and said to Ning Luo: "Come, I will teach you how to throw darts."

Teach her to stand firm and hold the dart between her thumb and forefinger, followed by the key points of throwing power.

He taught carefully and demonstrated step by step.

Ning Luo was almost half hugged by the War King.

The two of them were very close, breathing intertwined.

Cheeks occasionally touch.

Ning Luo's warm, calloused hand held her own, and Ning Luo's thoughts were wandering, her cheeks were red, and she felt that she couldn't lift her strength.

The War King's deep magnetic voice reminded the ear: "To practice darts, you need to concentrate and concentrate on your wrist. Don't let your mind wander. You need to be decisive when taking action, without any hesitation..."

Lan Zhaoyi looked at it for a while, then quietly stepped back with a smile.

After she left, Xiao Ding let go of Ning Luo's hand.

"Try it yourself."

Ning Luo took a breath, calmed down her mind, stood firm with her legs apart, held a flying knife, aimed at the bullseye, and threw it forward with all her strength.

With a "swish" sound, the dart missed the target by three centimeters.

Ning Luo said angrily: "I clearly saw it correctly, but why didn't I hit it?"

This is my first time throwing darts, and this hit rate is already considered a good understanding.

"Try again."

Xiao Ding turned to the tea seat and poured tea by himself to drink slowly.

Ning Luo threw more than sixty darts to develop the feel, and the darts were getting closer and closer to the bullseye.

Gradually, the sweat on her body stained her clothes.

The exquisite curves outline her slender waist, which is a bit dazzling.

"Let's practice again tomorrow. After bathing, we'll wait in the dormitory."

Xiao Ding ordered to turn the wheelchair back to the dormitory.

For some unknown reason, the back door was closed when I entered.

Ning Luo was thinking about a question when she was taking a bath. Starting tonight, will she move over and sleep with him?

Xiao Ding went to the underground secret room, gave instructions on the secret report, and ordered the Wujia secret guards to perform their tasks before coming up.

He was sitting on the bedside holding a book and reading. When the moon reached the zenith, Ning Luo came in with two quilts in his arms.

"Close the door." Xiao Ding ordered calmly.

"Yes."

After Ning Luo responded, he threw the quilt on the ground and went to close the door.