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

Ning Luo closed the door, turned around, and laid down on the floor under the War King.

Xiao Ding calmly pressed a button on the bed to close the copper pipe sound transmission channel from the room to the underground secret room.

He glanced at the busy woman below and said calmly: "Don't you think the floor is dirty?"

"There is a blanket on the floor. It's not dirty at all." Ning Luo said with a nonchalant expression: "I think I lived in a thatched house for eleven years. Now I can live in such a gorgeous house. It's so comfortable."

She laid down and got ready for a good sleep.

I have been busy for a long time today, and I am very sleepy.

There is also the need to avoid the ambiguity of a man and a woman spending a night together.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Xiao Ding said: "My feet are even colder."

"Is it serious again? Let me take a look." Ning Luo quickly got up and took off the stockings on his feet to check.

There was another layer of faint blue and black on the insteps of the two feet.

It feels chilly to the touch.

But it was not as serious as the previous two days.

Ning Luo took out the cloth bag from his waist and put the remaining four medical patches on his feet.

"Are you feeling better?"

The King of War nodded: "I'm a little cold too."

Ning Luo poured water, washed his hands and dried them, and felt his pulse. His pulse was slow and slow, and he thought: his feet must be bone-chilling cold, so he felt cold all over his body.

"Shall I add another quilt to the prince?"

Just then I wanted to get the quilt, but his sleeve was pulled by him: "This coldness comes from within, can't you think of other treatments?"

"Anything else? Is there a Tangbaozi in the house? It will also work if you put some hot water in it and put it under the quilt."

"No, there was no woman living in the house before, and we never bought anything like that."

Xiao Ding stared at her: "You can warm me up yourself."

"I...I'm most afraid of the cold." Ning Luo shrank.

"Does this king deserve to be frozen?" Xiao Ding said in a bad tone.

Ning Luo said hurriedly: "It shouldn't, it shouldn't..."

Xiao Ding leaned over, bowed his head and kissed her lips, pecking lightly: "The rumors about marrying a wife to warm the bed are true, right?"

"Ah." Ning Luo exclaimed in surprise. Xiao Ding had already pressed her onto the bed. With a wave of his sleeves, the candlelight in the room was instantly extinguished.

The red tent swayed slightly, and Ning Luo held her breath, feeling his thin lips lingering on her face and neck.

Every time she passed, she became weaker and weaker.

Thinking about how well he takes care of himself.

Thinking about the ill-fated fate of his unparalleled hero.

The defensive wall in my heart collapsed in half.

That's it, she sighed quietly to herself and closed her eyes.

If it could alleviate his pain...

Xiao Ding bit her lip and sucked the blood, but it was as gentle as pity.

Whether it was her blood or the softness of her body, Xiao Ding felt that there was a surge of heat in his body, and the coldness suddenly subsided.

"It's true." He sighed lowly.

"You are my king's antidote."

The big palm moved to Ning Luo's waist, and then he tried to pull Ning Luo's belt, and she obviously felt her body stiffen.

"If...will the poison be passed on to you?"

Ning Luo opened her eyes and nodded lightly: "Maybe."

Xiao Ding then turned over to lie on his side, took her into his arms, and gently coaxed her: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, just give me some warmth."

His legs were also staggered deliberately to avoid freezing her.

Ning Luo was held by him like this, and her heart was filled with waves.

"Is it cold?"

Xiao Ding said and covered her with most of the brocade quilt.

"It's okay." Ning Luo responded softly.

Xiao Dingfu lowered his head again, looked for her lips, and kissed her softly.

"My heart pleases you."

He whispered in Ning Luo's ear.

"It's just that my life is short, and I can't live forever with you. We meet at the wrong time."

Hearing this, a tear fell from the corner of Ning Luo's eyes.

They are all miserable people.

Soft hands touched his resolute face, from his eyebrows down.

Such a good-looking man didn't deserve to die young.

"I will try my best to heal the prince."

Xiao Ding took her hand off, pressed it against her, and hugged her tighter.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, don't light the fire."