Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 805 Duan Yijun, have you heard it?

"Is there?" Steward Zhou lowered his head and sniffed it suspiciously. The pig's trotters were marinated with medicinal materials, and there was no fishy smell for a long time.

Seeing the butler's appearance, Nan Yuan stretched out her hand and poked Duan Yijun: "Duan Yijun, did you smell it?"

Duan Yijun sniffed cooperatively: "No."

A few people said no, Nan Yuan started to poke her nose questioningly, opened her mouth slightly, and when she was about to say something, Duan Yijun stretched out her hand and took Nan Yuan's little hand into her own, and said in a warm voice: "There is a taste, let the housekeeper Take it down, you should eat well first."

These words made Nan Yuan smile cheerfully and nodded: "Okay."

She took another bite of the food in her mouth. Although it was delicious, Nan Yuan always felt that something was missing. Nan Yuan couldn't help but said again: "I still want to eat something sweet and sour."

Duan Yijun had already finished eating, so he put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up the bowl and chopsticks beside Nan Yuan naturally, and fed her a bite: "Want to eat hawthorn slices?"

After hearing Duan Yijun's question, Nan Yuan couldn't stop drooling, and nodded immediately: "Yeah!"

Duan Yijun said lightly: "Finish the meal first, then I'll get it for you!"

Not only was there a problem with his sense of smell, but also a big problem with her appetite.

Nan Yuan, who only ate a bowl of rice for dinner just now, finished eating the pot full of hawthorn slices that Butler Zhou brought up in just one stick of incense, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Duan Yijun, I still want it." Nan Yuan didn't feel any strange appearance, and put the empty basin in front of Duan Yijun.

Duan Yijun looked away from the book, couldn't help frowning slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch Nan Yuan's stomach: "Does the stomach hurt?"

Nan Yuan shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

"Don't eat." Duan Yijun put the basin on the corner of the table casually, and gave Nan Yuan who was about to act like a baby, and Nan Yuan was conquered in an instant.

Knowing that she was dissatisfied, Duan Yijun scooped her into his arms with magical hands, let her lean into his arms softly, and said in a gentle voice: "Hawthorn slices are sour, eating too much will make your stomach hurt, and what you eat will also hurt your stomach." Quite a few."

After Duan Yijun's reminder, Nan Yuan suddenly realized that she had indeed eaten a lot of hawthorn slices.

Nan Yuan couldn't help worrying that her stomach would hurt again, so she held her breath and pretended to wait for two seconds, but she didn't feel any movement in her stomach, but her heart was still eager to eat hawthorn slices, and she was very uncomfortable.

Nan Yuan stretched out her hand and tugged at Duan Yijun's hand: "Duan Yijun, why don't we bring our daughter Hong here and have a drink? I said it's delicious, so maybe you think it's delicious!"

From the moment Nan Yuan mentioned Nurhong, Duan Yijun knew that Nan Yuan had bad intentions, and as expected, she wanted to drink again.

Duan Yijun curled his lips into a smile: "There is none in the mansion."

"Why not?" Nan Yuan was about to get up and look for it: "Didn't the tavern owner send it to the general's mansion? He hasn't sent it yet?"

Duan Yijun: "Sent to the palace."

Nan Yuan was surprised and angry: "Why did you send it to the palace?"

While putting the book in his hand on the table, Duan Yijun led Nan Yuan to the big bed: "There will be a banquet in the palace tomorrow, I'm afraid there won't be enough wine in the palace."

"Which is not enough?" Nan Yuan was obviously unhappy and said: "There are a lot of good wine in the palace, why should we send the wine?"

Hearing Nan Yuan's sour words, Duan Yijun smiled even more, stretched out his hand and pinched her little face: "Yuan'er grew up in the palace, so the wine you think is good is naturally not bad."

(End of this chapter)