Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 137 Didn't Hear Madam's Order?

After weighing it for a moment, Nan Yuan shook her head: "Forget it, I'm afraid that it won't be a copy if you burn it by your side."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yuan immediately patted her forehead with her little hand in frustration. Didn't she tell Duan Yijun indirectly, and she also acquiesced in the teasing words?

Sure enough, Duan Yijun was teased by Nan Yuan, and then he patted the stool beside her just now: "Come here, don't be afraid."

With this permission, Nan Yuan, who thought it would be much better to sit in the seat she was used to, immediately ran over with candles and booklets.

Duan Yijun lit the candle for her, fixed the candle on the desk, and let her concentrate on warming the fire.

Afraid that he would really burn the zhezi, Nan Yuan roasted it with a single-minded focus, staring at any corner of the zhezi, otherwise the zhezi would have a chance to touch the flames.

I don't know how long it took before the door was knocked twice, someone pushed the door and entered, a gust of cold wind blew, and the flame that was blown by Nan Yuan's eyes shook violently, flashing her eyes.

Nan Yuan blinked, subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the door, and saw that it was Wanqiu walking in with the ginger soup that had lost the flavor of ginger.

With the movement of her head up, the booklet held by her little hand inadvertently moved down a little, and then the booklet that was baked by her was slightly dry, and starlight flashed for a moment, and then a small flame burst into flames .

Nan Yuan stretched out her nose and smelled it, and there seemed to be a different smell: "Duan Yijun."

Wan Qiu took a beat to see it, and exclaimed, "Ma'am!"

Duan Yijun also noticed it, and stretched out his hand calmly, grabbed the fire bag in Nan Yuan's hand and threw it on the ground. The cold wind was blowing, and the fire was strong and unstoppable.

The fire on the paper is swaying presumptuously and boldly in the wind, growing with the tendency to engulf everything in the world, but it keeps growing, except for that paper book, it can no longer cling to anything else it can cling to.

Gradually the fire became smaller, and even the last corner of the zhezi was burned, and the cluster of fire disappeared.

Nan Yuan stuck out her tongue guiltily: "I just accidentally lost my mind."

In order to prevent another fire, Nan Yuan immediately blew out the candles on the table.

Duan Yijun touched Nan Yuan's tender and smooth fingers with his hand, looked at her without any trace, and after confirming that she was not injured, he said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll let them write another copy."

It can only be like this.

Nan Yuan looked up at Wanqiu who had already walked to the small table and was about to put down the ginger soup, and said warmly, "Don't put it there, put it here!"

Wan Qiu subconsciously looked at the general, and stood by the table unmoved.

After Nan Yuan gave her orders, she continued to look at Duan Yijun's wet notebooks. She waited for a long time, but there was no movement. She looked up suspiciously, and saw Wan Qiu staring at Duan Yijun intently.

Duan Yijun raised his eyes and glanced lightly, and there was a trace of unquestionable majesty in his light tone: "Didn't you hear Madam's order?"

After receiving Duan Yijun's order, Wan Qiu walked to the table with ginger soup, knowing that with the temperament of a general, it is absolutely impossible to take time out to drink ginger soup: "Wan Qiu is just afraid that the ginger soup will be put in a corner and it will be overturned like just now. "

Nan Yuan shook her head: "No, just bring it over and let him drink it."

While talking, Nan Yuan stretched out her hand to pick up the ginger soup bowl in Wan Qiu's hand.

(End of this chapter)