Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 127 The role of ginger tea cannot be underestimated

There was a trace of doubt on Lingyun's cute little face, what must happen to infect the general with wind and cold?

"But princess, yesterday..."

Before she finished speaking again, Nan Yuan interrupted her again: "I went back to bed yesterday after drinking ginger tea, so absolutely nothing happened with Duan Yijun."

Lingyun: "Then..."

Nan Yuan interrupted: "Not that."

Lingyun: "I..."

Nan Yuan continued to interrupt: "Without me."

"..."

In the end, she didn't even have the chance to ask the princess if she wanted to go on and prepare a cup of ginger tea for the general, so she was pushed out of the room by the princess.

After eating breakfast, Nan Yuan asked Duan Yijun where he was, and found out that he was in Yusheng Residence again. Nan Yuan held a warm hand warmer against the cold wind and walked to Yusheng Residence in a short while.

Pushing open the door and stepping in, I heard Duan Yijun probably being attacked by the cold wind, clenched a fist with one hand, put it against his mouth, coughed twice, and sniffed his nose.

Duan Yijun looked up and saw her, and continued to write.

But Nan Yuan couldn't stop raising the corners of her mouth, and moved a stool to sit opposite Duan Yijun. Nan Yuan put her elbows on the table, holding her secretly happy little face in both hands, and asked knowingly: "Duan Yijun, you seem to be affected by it." It's cold."

When Duan Yijun raised his eyes, he could see the smug smile on her face. Thinking about how he boasted to her yesterday that he was in good health, but today he caught cold, she should be gloating like this.

Duan Yijun nodded helplessly: "Yes!"

Nan Yuan gloated secretly: "Then you have to drink a cup of ginger tea to warm your stomach, and you'll be fine after drinking it."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yuan felt a little thirsty all the way, and just saw a cup of light yellow tea on the corner of Duan Yijun's desk, picked it up and drank it, there was still a hint of sweetness in her mouth after drinking it, it was delicious very.

Duan Yijun saw that she still stretched out her little pink tongue and licked her lips, and said warmly, "You drank my ginger tea."

"What?" Nan Yuan looked at the cup she just drank in disbelief: "This is ginger tea? Why didn't I smell a hint of ginger?"

Duan Yijun said lightly: "It was prepared in late autumn."

"Because you don't like the taste of ginger, so Wanqiu immediately filtered the taste of ginger for you, and put sugar in it to add a little sweetness, so you like it?"

As soon as she heard that it was prepared in late autumn, Nan Yuan instantly figured out what to do, and thought about it for a while, why didn't her ginger tea yesterday help her get rid of the ginger smell?

"No." Fortunately, she drank his ginger tea without realizing it. If it made him feel better and it passed, wouldn't she be happy just now?
"Ginger tea, ginger tea, how can tea without ginger flavor be regarded as ginger tea? And if the ginger flavor is gone, it will not be good to affect the effect of ginger tea."

Duan Yijun put down his pen, folded up the notebook in his hand and placed it on the side that he had checked all the notebooks. He raised his eyes and saw her bright eyes, and said calmly: "Your spirit today is indeed much better than yesterday."

"Of course." Nan Yuan triumphantly used her small hands to make a sparkle next to her small face: "It's completely cured, and the role of ginger tea cannot be underestimated."

Duan Yijun: "Do you really think that a cup of ginger tea has such a powerful effect?"

Nan Yuan was puzzled: "Otherwise?"

Then he looked at Duan Yijun with a look of disgust: "Could it be that you want to say that I was delirious from the fever last night, you guarded me for a whole night, and my illness completely recovered, and because you didn't sleep all night, you got a cold? "

(End of this chapter)