When Jun Lan saw Ye Feiyan looking over, he changed his face with a smile and warmth, and walked towards Ye Feiyan.

After Zhao Zongbing and Chang Feng hesitated for a moment, they glanced at each other, and then walked over with Jun Lan.

"When did you come here, and did you have breakfast?"

Speaking of this, Ye Feiyan couldn't help but look up at the sun in the sky, and it seemed that the time should not be early.

"Yan'er, what are you doing? Can I help? Jun Lan was worried about Ye Feiyan's experiment and did not answer her question.

"Experiments?" Ye Feiyan, who was reminded by Jun Lan, turned to Mr. Zhao, "Mr. Zhao, you still need to send someone to help me find another piece of soft donkey skin." ”

Mr. Zhao glanced at Jun Lan, and after seeing that his eyes were not unusual, he nodded and responded: "Yes, the lower official will order someone to go to the medicine store to buy it." ”

The princess has very high requirements, it must be the kind that has been brewed, and it is only available in medicine stores.

After Mr. Zhao finished answering, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Ye Feiyan then turned to face Jun Lan, "I'm making a special thing, so that when the sword stabs it, it is similar to the body of a person. ”

Jun Lan instantly understood why Ye Feiyan wanted to make such a special thing, she couldn't bear to let Er Ya die, so she tried her best to protect her.

"Yan'er, you have been here for the test since dawn, have you had breakfast?" Jun Lan looked at Ye Feiyan's haggard face because of her busyness, and her hair that was a little messy.

"Breakfast?" Ye Feiyan just wanted to say that she had used it, but her unassuming stomach screamed happily at this time.

Ye Feiyan made a helpless face, "I forgot to use breakfast, but it doesn't matter, if I hold on for another hour, I should be able to succeed." When he said the back, his eyes were full of confidence.

"Yan'er, I'll go and ask someone to prepare a meal for you, how about you wait and continue the experiment?"

When he came, he didn't think to bring some snacks for his Yan'er, maybe he could satisfy his hunger.

"No, there's still something boiling in the kitchen pot, and I have to go back and deal with it right away." Ye Feiyan remembered what the maid was boiling in the pot, and turned back to the kitchen.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Jun Lan's mind, and the situation of Chang Feng nibbling on steamed buns flashed in front of him, "Yan'er, you wait a moment." ”

Jun Lan turned to face Chang Feng and stretched out his right hand, "Chang Feng, bring the steamed buns." ”

Chang Feng reluctantly took out another steamed bun wrapped in paper and handed it to Jun Lan's hand, his heart was extremely sad, Lord Wang, why don't you want to think about it, the little one accompanied you around the whole yard, and the first steamed bun fell off after one or two mouthfuls, and he was also very hungry for a while.

Jun Lan took the paper bag, glanced at Chang Feng coldly, turned around, his face instantly changed to gentleness, and walked to Ye Feiyan approaching, "Yan'er, there is a steamed bun here, you make do with it first, and when you finish the test, let's go to lunch together." ”

Although the cold steamed bun is a little hard, but something is better than nothing, Junlan didn't forget to shout when Ye Feiyan walked into the kitchen with the steamed bun, "Yan'er, remember to eat with hot water, otherwise it will be difficult to swallow." ”

Chang Feng couldn't help but scold, he can swallow it without hot water, his steamed buns, can he pick up the steamed buns on the ground at this time?

Jun Lan returned to the position where they were standing, looked at Chang Feng, who came over with him and hung his head, and whispered: "Why, I can't bear your steamed buns, do you want me to reward you with something better." ”

Chang Feng looked up at Jun Lan and smiled, but his slightly squinted eyes were cold, and his heart sank, and he hurriedly put on a flattering smile, "No, no, my steamed bun was originally prepared for the princess." ”

Jun Lan snorted coldly, his eyes turned to the kitchen and no longer looked at Chang Feng, in the eyes of this foodie, eating was more important than him, the prince.