Inside the courtyard, besides the warm sunshine, only Feng Qingge, dressed in a dark red robe, stood out. With her hands behind her back, the dark red robe accentuated her tall and slender figure, truly a handsome young gentleman.
Feng Qingge looked at the distant horizon with a hint of contentment on her face, squinting her eyes as she enjoyed the warmth.
I have to say Fengxue is right, it really is a problem, everything related to that person is a problem.
However, she was happy to take on this trouble, since the person involved was someone important, and the money would naturally be substantial.
Hehe, if you were to ask what Feng San loves most, it would definitely be money and beautiful women.
Qi Quan was probably fiddling with something in his room and didn't come out all afternoon, while Feng Qingge didn't even glance at him, so she seemed quite at ease.
This fuss continued until evening, and Feng Qingge was also busy today, having already confirmed with Feng Xue that they would be going tonight.
Sure enough, that evening, the master and servant prepared their things.
Under the cover of night, Feng Qingge grabbed Qi Quan's arm and led the two of them over the wall and slipped out. In no time, the two were outside, and judging from Qi Quan's composed expression, he seemed to be used to it.
"Young master, where are we going this time?" In the past, the young master would always say so-and-so's house, but today he didn't say anything and was being so mysterious. Qi Quan couldn't suppress his curiosity again.
"You'll see when we get there." He turned back with a seductive smile, full of meaning; he would not only find out, but he would also be shocked.
Qi Quan's handsome face immediately scrunched up like a bun. All he wanted to say was, "Young Master, could you please stop scaring me like that?"
That sudden laugh sent a chill down his spine; the louder the young master's laugh, the more unfortunate others became.
The master and servant walked along the street. The street where the Prime Minister's residence was located was inhabited by people of high status. Now, so late, there was no one else around, only the two of them. For a moment, it seemed particularly eerie.
The night was pitch black, the courtyard was deep, and the gnarled and intertwined trees swayed wildly in the breeze. The bright moon hung high overhead, reflecting a cool moonlight.
And so a grand mansion stood there, shrouded in darkness.
However, the largest courtyard in the house was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.
Suddenly, voices broke out in the courtyard, sounding particularly loud in the otherwise quiet space.
"Your Highness." Suddenly, a voice rang out, its tone extremely respectful, which also revealed the identity of the person in the mansion.
Then, a voice as cold as ice rang out, its tone completely flat, "What is it?"
"Strange things happened in the manor again today. Just like the past few days, we hear a woman's voice every night." The strangest thing is that there are no women in their manor, not even a maid.
"Then, as you said before, find a sorcerer." The voice, cold as ice, seemed somewhat impatient, so it left everything to the person in front of it.
Although he did not believe in evil spirits and ghosts, many people in the mansion had seen it, causing widespread panic, so this matter had to be taken seriously.
"Yes, Your Highness." As the respectful voice fell, footsteps followed, indicating that the person had gone to carry out the order.
Actually, he had already made the invitation a few days ago, and the person replied today saying that someone would come today, but no one has come yet, so he is a little unsure.
After everyone left, the courtyard returned to silence, with only the rustling of leaves breaking the silence.
The person who walked out of the courtyard walked very quickly, seemingly in a hurry, yet very composed.
The person he sought was from a brothel called "Painting Pavilion," which was usually a cosmetics shop but only took on ghostly matters at night. It was said that this brothel was the most prestigious and famous among sorcerers.
He didn't know the specifics, and cosmetics were something women used, so he naturally didn't know anything about them.
But now, as long as I can help, who cares about makeup or not?
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