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

"What are Luo'er busy with?"

Xiao Ding's wheelchair was parked outside the kitchen.

Ning Luo was blowing the cattail fan and blowing on the freshly cooked concoction.

"I'm making ointment for the prince." Ning Luo turned her head to look at him, curious that he had changed his clothes.

"Has your prince bathed?"

"Yeah." Xiao Ding nodded.

He stretched out his legs and showed her the wounds on his feet that had been sucked by centipedes.

"Luo'er, please give me some medicine for the golden sore."

"Has the centipede been cured?"

"Ah."

"Your Majesty is so smart, he can learn it as soon as he learns it."

Ning Luo smiled and boasted casually, then immediately took out the golden sore medicine from his sleeve and carefully sprinkled it on the injured surface.

"It's Luo'er who taught me well."

Xiao Ding looked at the woman squatting on the ground, concentrating on applying powder to the mottled wounds on his feet.

There was a touch of tenderness in his deep gaze.

He reached out and brushed a strand of blue hair on her cheek behind her ear.

Looking at her beautiful face, I feel that the years are peaceful at this moment.

After Ning Luo sprinkled the medicinal powder, she looked up at him and asked with a gentle smile:

"Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Ding bowed his head and kissed her lips: "This can alleviate my pain."

Ning Luo knew that his feet must be in pain like needles all the time, as well as the bone-deep cold from stepping on ice.

It is a pain that is very bearable.

I respect and cherish him in my heart.

Ning Luo took the initiative to lean over and give him a kiss.

"It's your reward."

Seeing Ning Luo's bright and lively smile, Xiao Ding felt itchy and was about to take her into his arms when a noise came from outside.

A woman shouted wildly: "Call that bitch Ning Luo out!"

"Eighth Princess, you can't be so impulsive!" Someone stopped her.

"Eighth Princess, don't you know the order of hierarchy? How dare you address the princess by her first name?" Lan Zhaoyi reprimanded her coldly.

"You, Zhaoyi, who was demoted from the palace, have what qualifications do you have to teach this princess a lesson?"

"Get out! You old hen that doesn't lay eggs!"

"You stinky girl who doesn't know how to live or die!" Lan Zhaoyi scolded, stepped forward and slapped the eighth princess several times.

"You dare to hit me?" The chubby eighth princess looked surprised, and then rushed towards Lan Zhaoyi, "You witch from the Moon Kingdom, I will tear you apart!"

"Seeking death!" Lan Zhaoyi rudely kicked her back two meters, "I am also Zhaoyi who has been conferred by the emperor, how can I allow you to look down upon me!"

"Lan Zhaoyi, don't be impulsive!"

"Lan Zhaoyi, if you do this again, be careful the emperor will throw you into the cold palace."

The eunuchs and guards accompanying the eighth princess restrained Lan Zhaoyi.

Maybe Lan Zhaoyi was really afraid of being thrown into the cold palace, so she had no choice but to give up.

"..."

"Have you offended someone again?" Xiao Ding asked Ning Luo with a smile.

"The eighth princess and the third prince, Prince Qi, are both children of Zhang Zhaoyi."

Ning Luo knew what King Zhan had mentioned.

Those guys who don't have a high status but still dare to come and provoke others, who don't know the heights of the world, are probably other people's pawns.

The kind of idiot who was so stupid that he even helped count the money after being sold.

Ning Luo smiled softly: "Your Majesty, I won't bother you to intervene in this kind of dispute between women. I can solve it myself."

Xiao Ding smiled and encouraged: "Okay, go ahead, I will support you even if you beat him to death."

Ning Luo nodded, smiled, and quickly followed the sound to find him.

Passing by the backyard, he took down a dozen darts from the dart board, held them in his hands, and strode out.

"Who is looking for this princess?"

As soon as the Ningluo people stepped into the front yard, the darts in their hands were already shot.

With a few whooshing sounds, five or six darts flew out of Ning Luo's hand.

A Kankan grazed the eighth princess' fat face and nailed her bun to the pillar behind her.

Several others were shot into the arms of the eighth princess's personal maid.

"Ah!" The eighth princess was so frightened that she howled like a pig.

"You...you dare to murder this princess, aren't you afraid that my father will punish you?"