Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 339 The already aggrieved heart is even more aggrieved
Another guard immediately bowed his hands and saluted: "Yes, ma'am! How about hanging two big red flowers around the stone lion's neck?"

Nan Yuan nodded: "Add some hair on top of the stone lion's face, it will look better than its bald head."

Hearing this, the guard subconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, and then slowly agreed: "Yes..."

This level of obedience is a world of difference compared to just now, Nan Yuan smiled with satisfaction, and said to Duan Yijun in front of the two of them: "Duan Yijun, I think the two of them are very good, the matter of deducting salary and sweeping the stables Say it again!"

Duan Yijun responded warmly: "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, Nan Yuan flicked her excited legs and called out, "Drive!"

Duan Yijun: "..."

Is this treating him like a horse?

Duan Yijun smiled helplessly, shook his head, and walked slowly into the General's Mansion in response to her wishes.

In the middle of the General's Mansion, Duan Yijun didn't put Nan Yuan down, but walked into Qingxin Garden with her on his back.

When she reached the gate of Qingxin Garden, Nan Yuan yelled, "Woo... that's fine, I'm going down."

Duan Yijun turned a deaf ear, and directly carried Nan Yuan to the master bedroom where they usually rested, and let her sit down on the bed.

Nan Yuan saw a pile of ointment and gauze placed on the table in the master bedroom at some point, full of seriousness.

Nan Yuan's mood of playing and playing calmed down. Looking at the pile of things, Duan Yijun placed her on the bedside and sat down before she knew it.

Duan Yijun turned Nan Yuan in one direction, turned his back to him, and stretched out his hand to pull the clothes on her body.

Nan Yuan's reaction was a beat slow, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold his hand, but it was too late for Duan Yijun's speed, and he took off both the coat and the liyi, revealing her smooth back.

"Duan Yijun..." Nan Yuan dodged to the side subconsciously, her gaze saw the quilt in the corner of the bed, and she reached out to get the quilt in the corner of the bed, but Duan Yijun stopped her softly: "Sit down and don't move!"

Nan Yuan's face was slightly red, she was biting her tender lower lip tightly, and she didn't know how to cover her back, so she had to stand in front, wrapping her hands around her knees, so as not to let the happiness in front of her show up.

Duan Yijun's eyes fell on Nan Yuan's back. A large area of ​​her back was bruised and swollen, and a small part of the edge was scratched with red scars.

It was much more serious than when he pulled up his skirt and glanced casually.

How much endurance does a princess who is well-clothed and well-fed have to endure the pain and go all the way back to the mansion pretending nothing happened?

Duan Yijun took two steps back, frowned and walked to the table, took some plasters with the best effect, and took a piece of gauze.

Seeing that Nan Yuan, who was sitting upright, seemed to feel his backward steps, she moved her hands around her knees aggrievedly, but she didn't dare to move much because she was thinking of his order.

You can see her grievance from the back view, which made Duan Yijun feel sorry for her back, but at the same time, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Duan Yijun approached with something in his hand, and he was not in a hurry to treat Nan Yuan's wound, but saw her biting her lip tightly, with such strength that if she bites for a while, she will bleed.

Duan Yijun frowned, stretched out his hands and gently pinched her cheeks on both sides: "What are you doing biting your lower lip? Let go!"

When Nan Yuan heard this, her already aggrieved heart became even more aggrieved.

(End of this chapter)