Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 31 Such a style really looks like her

Nan Yuan immediately took out a pineapple cake from the snack box and handed it to Duan Yijun: "Duan Yijun, you must be hungry after reviewing for so long, how about a pineapple cake?"

Duan Yijun didn't answer, he leaned forward towards her, opened his mouth slightly, and expressed the meaning clearly without speaking.

Seeing this, Nan Yuan couldn't help but mutter in her heart: The general's posing is bigger than her princess, and she has never been fed before!

Although she was muttering like this in her heart, Nan Yuan's small body was very honest, she raised her hand obediently, and handed the pineapple cake to Duan Yijun's mouth.

Hearing Wan Qiu say that he didn't seem to have eaten dim sum, Nan Yuan subconsciously wanted to pay attention to his reaction to eating dim sum, and even asked, "How is it? Is it delicious? This is me..."

"You did it?" Duan Yijun chewed and continued.

Nan Yuan shook her head: "I'm watching it from the side."

Duan Yijun: "..."

This style is really like her.

Duan Yijun spread out the letter paper, tapped the inkstone in front of him with a brush: "Can you grind ink?"

When Nan Yuan was studying, Lingyun helped her sharpen the ink, but she had only read it but hadn't really polished it herself.

Now anyway, she doesn't need to write by herself, Nan Yuan nodded immediately: "I will."

Isn't it just grinding ink?Nan Yuan glanced at the flowers in her mind, and quickly searched the memory of Lingyun helping her sharpen the ink. It seemed that she could just pick up the ink stick and turn it around.

Duan Yijun handed the ink stick to Nan Yuan, Nan Yuan put the ink stick into the inkstone, turned three times to the left, then turned three times to the right, there was no ink at all, she remembered that Lingyun only turned around a few times The ink is slowly coming out!

"Why is there no ink?" Nan Yuan asked curiously.

Duan Yijun sighed softly: "Because no water was added."

"Oh!" Nan Yuan stood up from her seat, glanced around the study, and soon saw a pot of tea and water cups on the small table in the corner.

"Is this water okay?" Nan Yuan asked while pouring herself a cup of tea, just happened to be a little thirsty after having a snack.

The tea was still warm, and it looked like it had just been brought in at noon today.

With Duan Yijun's nod and agreement, Nan Yuan planned to pour water into the inkstone without hesitation, but Duan Yijun at the side saw her plan, and directly reached out to hold her hand holding the teapot, and said lightly: "I don't need too much water. Just pour some water."

After pouring, Duan Yijun lifted Nan Yuan's small hand together with the teapot, and poured a full cup of tea into the teacup in her other hand.

Before Nan Yuan could remind Duan Yijun that it was the cup she drank from, Duan Yijun had already drank it all in one gulp.

"..."

Nan Yuan pursed her lips, forget it!Needless to say.

After adding water, the ink stick turned black within a few turns of the ink stick, but it was not thick enough.

Nan Yuan was eager to make progress, so she couldn't help turning faster, and before turning a few times, she was directly grasped by Duan Yijun.

Nan Yuan, who had focused all her attention on the teapot just now, realized that Duan Yijun's palm was different from his cold and indifferent handsome face, and it even had a higher temperature than her little hand, which just warmed her slightly cold little hand.

Duan Yijun leaned forward and got closer to Nan Yuan.

The big palm adjusted Nan Yuan's small hand to a moderate speed, and while leading her to grind the ink slowly, he said lightly: "Ink grinding is about slow work and careful work, don't rush, take your time."

(End of this chapter)