Chapter 151 Suffering a Loss

The study was dimly lit, and everything was barely visible, so I could only call out softly.

"What?" Feng Qingge answered softly from behind the bookshelf without looking up.

Qi Quan heard the sound, so he took the lantern and went over. Turning around the bookshelf, he discovered that his young master was actually looking out the window, reading a book by the moonlight.

"Young master, why didn't you call me? It's so dark, it'll hurt your eyes." He quickly took out a tinderbox and lit all the lights in the room.

"Oh, I forgot." Looking up, Feng Qingge realized that it was already completely dark; she hadn't even noticed.

"Young master, let's eat first. We can look at it tomorrow." Qi Quan was puzzled. The person who used to hate reading was now studying late into the night and was doing so diligently that he hadn't even eaten.

"Okay, let's get ready." He tilted his head back, turned his neck, and made a cracking sound.

Qi Quan neatly organized everything. He was the one who always organized things when Feng Qingge was studying, so Feng Qingge was very reassured.

Sure enough, Qi Quan was quick and efficient, organizing everything according to what she had seen. He folded up the ones he had seen and put the ones he hadn't seen before, along with the ones he had seen, on the table.

"Young master, it's done." Qi Quan finished, then walked over with the lantern and looked at the person who was rubbing his temples, saying.

"Okay, let's go." Feng Qingge lifted her foot and led him away. Qi Quan closed the door behind them and jogged to catch up with the person running ahead.

"Young master, why did you suddenly decide to look at those ancient books?" She used to hate them the most.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt a thud on his head, and Qi Quan instantly winced in pain.

"Why are you always so curious about the young master's affairs?" Turning around, Feng Qingge smiled faintly, her arms crossed.

Qi Quan covered his head, looking very unhappy. "Young master, please don't keep hitting this servant's head. This servant is so stupid, it's all your fault."

"Oh, little Qi, so you know you're stupid? I thought you didn't." Feng Qingge laughed so hard she almost slapped her thigh and pinched her ankle.

"Fine, I can't argue with you." Qi Quan was defeated and surrendered.

"Hehe, little Qi, it's good that you know. It saves you from always trying to tease me in the future." How could Feng Qingge not know what Qi Quan was thinking? This little guy always wanted to fight back after being teased by her, but little did he know that he always ended up suffering the loss.

"Alright. Let's go." With a slap, she hit Qi Quan on the head again, causing Qi Quan to roll his eyes, seemingly speechless at his master.

The food had already been laid out in the side hall, which is why they only called her when everything was ready.

Feng Qingge smelled the aroma and realized she was hungry. She sat down and started eating without caring whether it was hot or cold.

Seeing her like this, Qi Quan choked on a sentence, unable to say it. He had wanted to say that since so much time had passed, he would go and reheat the food before bringing it up, but when he saw that his young master was already wolfing it down, he gave up the idea.

After finishing her meal, Feng Qingge quickly washed up and then lay down on the bed.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was filled with the words Mo Linyuan had said that day: that the imperial physician had determined he wouldn't live past twenty. Although he was smiling, she could feel the desolation in his voice, a desolation that came from within.

The next morning, Feng Qingge got up early and went back to that mysterious study to repeat what she had done the day before.