Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 353 My wife looks like a fairy, which is not bad
Hearing this, Nan Yuan shrugged her nose and looked at the red bean porridge beside Duan Yijun's table with a little heartbeat. Just now the maid said that a lot of sugar was added.

"I'll try a bite." Nan Yuan stretched out her little hand to grab the red bean porridge beside Duan Yijun, but before she touched it, Duan Yijun slapped her little hand.

Duan Yijun said lightly: "It's not good to eat too sweet."

Explaining the real reason why she wanted to eat, Nan Yuan pouted angrily: "Then I won't eat and I'm hungry."

Duan Yijun held Nan Yuan's restless little hand, and casually added a meatball to her: "Eat these pads first."

Looking at the meatball, Nan Yuan immediately shook her head, remembering the contrast between its appearance and its hard-to-chew, strong fishy smell: "Don't eat this."

Duan Yijun had no choice but to sigh softly, stretched out his hand to dig out in his bosom, took out a pack of candied dates, unfolded it and placed it in Nan Yuan's palm: "Eat some of this pad first."

Seeing the candied dates, Nan Yuan immediately became overjoyed and her eyes lit up.

Just as he was about to reach out to get it, he remembered Duan Yijun's words, and then looked at the red bean porridge in front of him: "Didn't you let me eat sweet ones?"

When Duan Yijun heard the words, he curled his lips into a smile: "Choose one from candied dates or red bean porridge."

"Hmm..." Nan Yuan hesitated for a second, and immediately pointed to the candied dates in her hand: "I choose candied dates."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a candied date and stuffed it into his mouth. It was sweet, definitely sweeter than the red bean porridge with sugar.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps and congratulations, then Zhao Ziyuan walked to the table of Nan Yuan and Duan Yijun.

Seeing Zhao Ziyuan, the satisfied smile on Nan Yuan's face disappeared instantly, her brows were slightly frowned, and she subconsciously moved closer to Duan Yijun's arms.

Zhao Ziyuan looked at Princess Nan Yuan a little absent-minded. What happened that day was too flustered, so he hadn't come out of the fright yet, and even Princess Nan Yuan didn't take a closer look.

But now, Princess Nanyuan is wearing a pink dress, her face is fair and shiny, she doesn't know if it's the rouge or the natural flush on her small face, it's so bright that people can't take their eyes off it.

I didn't expect that the touch and blurred shadows I had that day were not as exciting as the first sight.

Zhao Ziyuan was still staring at Nan Yuan intently, and suddenly felt that after putting on the groom's clothes at night, the air, which was too hot after drinking a few glasses of wine, suddenly turned cold, and there was a gentle breeze, Zhao Ziyuan even subconsciously shook his body.

It’s so cold!

Compared to making him feel cold, Duan Yijun's words came from his heart: "If Mr. Zhao stares at my wife for half a second, I don't mind the sudden death of the groom that day."

"No, no, no." Suddenly Zhao Ziyuan was frightened back to reality.

Zhao Ziyuan shook his head, looked down at the ground, his face was pale: "Ziyuan offended, please forgive me, General Duan."

Duan Yijun glanced at him coldly, without saying a word.

Even if he didn't dare to raise his head, Zhao Ziyuan could feel the real coolness behind him, and immediately said sincerely: "The main reason is that Ziyuan saw the general's wife for the first time. Before that, he never knew that the general's wife was so beautiful as a flower. It’s a little dazed to watch.”

Duan Yijun then said calmly: "Well, it's not bad that my wife is as beautiful as a fairy, but if everyone keeps staring at my wife, I will forgive you?"

Hearing this, Nan Yuan, who was obediently buried in Duan Yijun's arms, suddenly raised her head and looked at Duan Yijun, her eyes were wide open, suddenly bright.

This tone was as warm as jade in Nan Yuan's ears.

(End of this chapter)