In the blink of an eye, several months have passed. The weather is getting colder, and we have entered the depths of winter. Moreover, the end of the year is approaching. The bustling capital city has already experienced several heavy snowfalls and is extremely cold.
On this day, the gray sky only faintly revealed a sun hanging in the sky, but it did not bring warmth; instead, it made the colder weather even more intense.
People can't feel the warmth, but the thick snow can, because it's melting slowly.
As the snow melts, water drips from the roof every now and then, hitting the ground and creating small craters in the thick snow.
The weather was cold, and the biting wind howled. The snow that had been swept away was piled up to the side, revealing the bluestone slabs on the ground, but they were covered with a thin layer of ice because of the cold weather.
"Phew, it's so cold."
Qi Quan pushed open the tightly closed wooden door and rushed into the house. He quickly found the stove that was burning brightly and stretched out his hands to warm himself.
"Is it that cold?" Feng Qingge, nestled on the soft couch beside her, held a teacup in one hand and rested the other on a small low table, looking languid and enviable.
"It's true, even the servants in the manor don't come out easily anymore. The ground in the manor is frozen, and you slip with every step." Qi Quan turned his head and said seriously, because he saw that some servants had cloth tied to the soles of their shoes to prevent them from falling.
"That's good. In a bit, I'll just throw you on that ice. You probably won't even need to try to skate." He seemed to think it was feasible and became more and more excited, completely ignoring Qi Quan rolling his eyes at him.
"Young master, please stop! I still want to live a couple more years." He turned his head away sheepishly, looking like he didn't want to pay any attention to her.
"Hehe." He smiled wickedly, his body relaxed, leaning back on the soft couch. He put down his teacup, tucked the hand warmer in his arms, and looked every bit the noble young master.
The room fell silent, and the two stopped arguing. The only sounds were the falling snow outside and the crackling of the charcoal fire inside.
After a while, Qi Quan finally warmed up a lot and stopped focusing solely on the charcoal stove. He turned around and looked at Feng Qingge, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "By the way, young master, shall we go about what Feng Xue mentioned the other day?"
To tell this story, we have to go back a few days ago. Fengxue sent someone to deliver a message, saying that a wealthy family in another place was haunted. They had heard from somewhere that there was a master in the capital, so they sent someone to look for him.
Sure enough, a few days later, they found their painted pavilion and learned that their young master could catch ghosts. So they wanted to ask the young master to come out of the mountains to catch ghosts, and said that they were willing to pay twice as much as they usually did for their jobs.
The young master neither said he would go nor he wouldn't, so Qi Quan couldn't help but ask.
In the past, the young master would always be very enthusiastic whenever he heard there was a lot of money involved. Why is he so hesitant this time?
What he didn't know was that someone had her own reasons.
"Let's wait a few days until the snow stops before setting off." Feng Qingge had calculated the days, and the snow was likely to continue for several more days. If they encountered heavy snow again when they set off, and there were no inns or places to rest, they would really freeze to death.
Qi Quan nodded as if he understood, recalling the young master's expression when he received the news a few days ago. He remembered that the young master looked at the sky and said, "Heavy snow is coming, it's probably going to get cold."
Looking back now, it turns out that's how it is.
The days passed quickly, and the heavy snow that had been falling for several days suddenly stopped, leaving only a white world.
On this day, as soon as the snow stopped, Feng Qingge and her companion prepared to set off for Jinzhou, the place where they would be catching ghosts.
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