After Being Forced to Marry a Tyrant of the Enemy Nation

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This tyrant does not play his cards according to common sense!

She stretched out her hand to cover her small mouth, holding back the tears that were about to fall.

He is so perverted, what should he do if she cries again?

Su Nuan stared at him pitifully and nodded seriously. Even if there were a hundred unwillingness in her heart, she still didn't dare to refute it.

There was another class, the master left homework, and one day's class was over.

In fact, there are not many things to learn, but there are a lot of principles.

For example, a sentence in class can be used by the Master to give a long discussion. Su Nuan feels that this is the same as her original argument for writing propositions in the world.

After the class, Su Nuan followed Feng Junyi to copy the "Internal Training".

Feng Junyi commented on the memorial, while Su Nuan was holding the penholder while copying. After a while, her fingers felt painful. Su Nuan put down the pen, shook his arm and small hand, and continued to copy in a regular manner. .

Feng Junyi looked at the little girl next to him from time to time. The little girl looked extremely serious. Although the posture of holding the pen was a bit wrong, the attitude was excellent.

He couldn't help but stand up, walked to her, took out the brush in her small onion-like hand, and gave her the correct way to hold it, saying: "This is the correct way to hold the pen, as you did just now. wrong."

With the tip of his eyes, when he pulled out the brush just now, he saw a small red mark on the bones of the little girl's tender white fingers.

But he just glanced lightly, but didn't say anything.

No one knew that when Feng Junyi let go and returned to the seat, Su Nuan rubbed her little shoulder.

The little tyrant is too thin, right?

Just now when he held her finger in a pen holding position, he felt his collarbone stick to her shoulder, and she was in pain.

She couldn't help but look back at Feng Junyi, and saw that the thin young boy frowned, his long silk-like hair was raised high, black and shiny, but it made his face paler, even though it was freezing now. Season, that figure is still thin.

Think about it, even her appetite is bigger than that of the little tyrant, and she has eaten three meals a day, as well as fruit snacks, plus junk food in the supermarket. Don't be too ecstatic.

When it comes to food, Su Nuan is hungry again. She put down the brush in her hand and said cautiously: "Brother Emperor, can I go to the Imperial Dining Room to find something to eat?"

Feng Junyi didn't even look at her, and said quietly: "Go."

Hearing that, she got off the stool, lifted the skirt and walked to the imperial dining room.

Pearl followed and said, "Empress, you can take whatever slaves and maids you want to eat. You can also take a trip yourself."

Su Nuan sighed and spread her little hand in front of Pearl and said, "Here, look, my fingers are red, and my arms are sore and painful. Go to the imperial dining room to find something to eat and be lazy."

"That's the way it is. I have suffered my queen and mother, and the slave and maid will rub it for you."

After Pearl finished speaking, she had already grasped Su Nuan's hand and rubbed it. Su Nuan withdrew her hand and said, "No, let's go quickly."

When he arrived at the imperial dining room, Su Nuan saw that the imperial chef had already begun to prepare lunch.

She instantly moved her index finger, and when she looked closely, she was a little disappointed.

The dishes are the same as before. Although there are a lot of them, she has eaten them all.

It has been a few months since I came to the palace to count. Although there are 20 or 30 dishes, the dishes for the three meals on the day are all exactly the same, and the dishes are exactly the same.

At first she could still eat something fresh, but now she is tired of it.

Yesterday it was also because of the emperor’s meal that I ate for the first time. I found it strange to eat a lot. Today, when I look at the emperor’s meal, I can understand why Feng Junyi is so thin.

From childhood to most of the dishes are like this, even normal people will vomit?

She knew that the Queen Mother had a special imperial kitchen, so she would cook a small stove for whatever she wanted to eat, and she didn't worry about this problem at all.

Feng Junyi alone suffers.

Seeing those imperial chefs who have cut the vegetables and are about to start cooking again, Su Nuan waved his hand and said, "After you cut the vegetables, I can just lay hands on the side. I will cook the emperor's meal today."

The cook in the Imperial Dining Room saw that their Empress Empress was about to go to battle in person, and said one by one: "The Empress Empress can't bear this kind of thing. How can you let you do it yourself? Empress Empress, you can just do whatever slaves do you want to eat."

When Su Nuan heard that they were going to talk about it again, she couldn't help holding her hands on her hips, and said in an angry expression: "Why are you so long-winded? This palace wants to cook some food for the emperor, does Chengdu have no rights?"

When the royal chef heard this, one by one was frightened and squatted: "The slave dare not, the slave dare not."

Without the impediment of the imperial chef, Su Nuan would be even more comfortable in doing it.

Looking at the chicken that was going to be stewed next to me, I took a kitchen knife to separate the chicken wings, chicken legs, etc., and then divided them into two. Fortunately, I also got a plate of chicken wings and a plate of chicken legs.

After using these, she took the marinade and started to marinate.

After the chicken legs are marinated, the starch is wrapped in egg liquid, rolled in breadcrumbs, and then fried in a frying pan. Repeated frying in this way can achieve tenderness on the outside and inside.

Wherever the royal cooks have seen such a practice, they are all dumbfounded.

But on another thought, their little queen came from the country of Yun, and even if they did some weird things, it was not uncommon.

After making the fried chicken legs, Su Nuan made chicken wings with Orleans marinade, and deliberately fried potato chips and ketchup for the little tyrant.

As for the chicken breast, it is made into a chicken chop.

In addition to these, she also let people cut some fruits, and then let the royal chef help to set the plate, the simple and modern KFC set meal was done.

Su Nuan clapped her hands and said, "You can present it to the emperor."

When the royal cooks saw only these few dishes, they were all worried to death. They were really afraid that they would be chopped off their heads because of the small quantity, and they didn't dare to step forward.

Su Nuan said quietly: "Don't be afraid, after taking it over, I will be with you. When the emperor has any dissatisfaction, even though I blame it, it won't involve you."

When all the imperial chefs heard this, they all sighed that their empresses were not only beautiful and lovely, but also kind-hearted. At this moment, they walked to the greenhouse together with the meals they cooked by their empresses herself.

When Su Nuan brought the imperial kitchens to the greenhouse, Feng Junyi was sitting there. When he saw her, he glanced at her slightly and said quietly: "I mean to bring some food to the imperial dining room, why? Been there for so long?"

Immediately before speaking, he said gently: "Nuan Nuan is too tired to see the emperor's brother, so I personally cook a few small dishes for you to taste."

After Su Nuan finished speaking, her tender white hand personally took a plate of fried chicken legs and placed it in front of Feng Junyi. Feng Junyi stared at that little hand, and then saw a blister on it, and her face was cold. To the extreme.

"How is this going?"