"You're thinking too much!" Feng Hao looked at her, his hands moving, and skillfully put the knife into the sheath. The sound of metal clashing is loud and pleasant.

"I ......" Li Wanqing was choked and didn't know what to say, she acted in several movies and experienced all kinds of love in the script, but now it is useless in the real world.

The temperature outside was low, and she stood under the cloister, feeling a little frozen.

"Muzi!"

"Yes, sir!"

"I'll have dinner right here!"

"Got it, sir!" said the young maid who called Muzi bowed down and went to arrange Fenghao's dinner.

"Actually, I'm no worse than her. Li Wanqing looked at Feng Hao's cold face and said stupidly, with endless resentment.

"Even if you're better than her, it's useless. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the tall Yae cherry trees outside the ridge of the green tiles, their branches already covered in snow.

In the spring of the following year, their bloom is sure to be breathtaking.

"Mr. Wind......"

Feng Hao withdrew his gaze and turned to enter the house.

"Mr. Wind...... Can't I love you?" Li Wanqing persistently chased after her.

As soon as he walked to the door, Feng Hao, who was carrying a long knife, drew his knife out of its sheath, and when he turned around, the knife that emitted a cold light flashed at Li Wanqing's ear like lightning.

Feng Hao's movements were done in one go, it was too fast, Li Wanqing didn't have time to exclaim, a cold light flashed in her ears, the cold air penetrated her bones, and a few strands of hair quietly fell on the floor.

Suddenly, her body went limp, and she was stunned with fright. She looked up tremblingly, her sword elegantly sheathed, and a pair of eyes sharper than the blade stared at her condescendingly.

"Get out!" there was not a hint of warmth in his cold tone.

Li Wanqing slowly raised her hand to cover her chest, her legs were weak and she had no strength, and she moved her steps with some difficulty. But I heard another cold shout from behind him: "Take your things away, don't leave any of them." ”

Stuff?

Li Wanqing lowered her head and saw the wisp of green silk at her feet, so she bent down, she trembled and picked it up, for fear that there was something missing, and she would annoy the man again.

Muzi and another maid served Feng Hao's dinner, which was very light and simple.

"Is the old lady eating?" Feng Hao asked, picking up his rice bowl.

"My lord, the old lady is already having dinner, but her appetite is not very good, because Miss Li is frightened and has been crying. Muzi replied respectfully.

Feng Hao didn't say anything and began to eat.

……

After dinner, Fujiwara went to the inner courtyard with the support of Caritas.

The room was very warm, and the wind was covered with thick cushions on her feet, allowing her to lean comfortably.

Fujiwara Xiang sat down, first sighed lowly, and then said, "Why are you so kind of Wanqing? She is a girl, but she was frightened and came out of you crying. ”

"I don't like her, how good can I be to her?" replied lightly.

"You promised me that you would be engaged to her. Fujiwara Xiang intentionally or unintentionally aimed at Feng Hao's left ring finger, which was wearing a platinum ring, which she noticed a while ago, but deliberately ignored it.

Feng Hao bowed his head slightly, and did not object.

"Hao, in fact, it's very good that you and Wanqing are married! I don't think Orange Cheng will object, in the future, the three of you will live together, and the two of them will take care of you together, and I will be relieved." ”。

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