Miyazawa didn't answer, but just held the sword in his hand and saluted Fenghao.

Feng Hao glanced at him expressionlessly, and when he turned his head to look at Xia Yucheng again, a warm smile fell on the corner of his mouth again.

When they left the backyard, Miyazawa straightened up and raised his sword with a solemn expression, the sharp tip of which was aimed at his abdomen......

……

Back in the inner courtyard, Muzi instructed the servants to start setting up dinner.

"Will he die?" After entering the house, Xia Yucheng looked at the empty rosewood knife holder on the low cabinet and asked in a low voice.

Feng Hao wrenched her body, and his big palm hooked her slender waist.

Xia Yucheng raised her eyes and saw Muzi, and subconsciously wanted to break free of Fenghao's embrace, but she didn't expect that the hand around her waist did not mean to let go, but pulled her closer.

The next second, a wild and rough, punitive kiss landed on her cold lips.

She tried to struggle in horror, but the back of her head was clenched by his big palm.

Because of her refusal, the kiss gradually turned into sucking, and finally from sucking to wanton nibbling.

Her tender lips were bitten painfully, and the hands that passed under his ribs were beating helplessly against his strong back.

In the tug-of-war, it was as if they were in a war, and Feng Hao's insistence on strength soon forced back what little shred of her sanity had.

She gave up the struggle, her body softened, and her slender arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Eat well, sleep well, and wake up fine!" he comforted her as he kissed her. His voice was mellow and intoxicating like fine wine, and it played a good role in soothing.

Gradually, her breathing stabilized, and her emotions also regained her calmness.

After hugging her for a while, he let go of her, turned back to the door and shouted, "Muzi ......"

"Yes, my lord!" Kiko answered outside the door, waving his hand, and letting the maid with the tray bring the dinner into the house.

Sitting at the low table, watching Feng Hao elegantly pick up the chopsticks, Xia Yucheng also picked up the chopsticks with a trembling hand. She wondered, how could he be so calm?

"Eat well. He gently served her vegetables and gently asked her what she had done at home today.

Xia Yucheng only roughly said about trying on new clothes, and concealed the quarrel between her and Fujiwara Xiang.

"Do you like that dress?" asked Feng Hao.

"I like it!"

"After the tea party, I'll ask someone to come over and measure it for you, make a few new sets, what you like, choose for yourself. ”

"Good!"

Xia Yucheng answered, lowering his head and picking up the rice in the bowl with chopsticks. She was in a heavy mood, and she still didn't eat much in the end, Feng Hao looked at the time, and told Muzi to let the kitchen boil some bird's nest porridge and send it over in the evening.

"No need to bother!"

Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, a little displeased: "You tell me about trouble?"

"Oh! I didn't mean that!" Xia Yucheng was shocked, it was the real kind of fear, because her heart tightened when he smiled, which made her very uncomfortable.

She was afraid of him, even his eyes, and she didn't dare to look directly like before.

Will you treat those who oppose you, those who are not good for you, and those who are disobedient so cruelly? She wanted to ask Feng Hao like this, but she didn't dare.

Because she was afraid, she was afraid that if she annoyed him one day, he would throw her the knife that ended his life as he did with Miyazawa.

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