Zhang Ji's Mansion
The sun was scorching, and the vicious sun in the sky seemed to want to roast the people on the ground into dried meat.
Zhang Ji was lying quietly on his side in the pavilion in the backyard, holding a cattail fan, and huge white ice cubes were placed around him. Zhang Ji was waving the cattail leaf fan while looking at the bamboo slips in his hand. Waves of wind mixed with the cold air released by the ice blew on his body, temporarily removing the heat from Zhang Ji's body.
Zhang Ji read the contents on the bamboo slips, which recorded things about Xinzheng.
In the past few days, Xinzheng has been in chaos as soon as night falls.
First Tianze escaped from prison, then Wei Zhuang destroyed the Poisonous Scorpion Sect, and then Qijuetang annexed the Poisonous Scorpion Sect's original territory before other gangs could react, and officially became the leader of the Xinzheng gangs.
With the rise of Qijuetang, the nights in Xinzheng have become even more restless.
Gang fights will only take place at night, so as not to affect the vendors and residents on the street, so as not to affect their monthly tribute money.
Although Qi Juetang has successfully annexed the territory that originally belonged to the Poison Scorpion Sect and recruited many subordinates of the Poison Scorpion Sect, it has not yet completely digested it.
The Qijuetang, which was founded by a group of former Korean soldiers, has very strict gang rules. It prohibits many acts of burning, killing and looting, and slight violations will be punished with rods and whippings, and more serious ones will be beheading, as if this is not a gang. Jianghu gang, but a different kind of military camp.
Therefore, many people who were accustomed to burning, killing and looting under the poisonous scorpion sect chose to confront Qi Juetang. Either they are openly rebellious, or they are submissive, but no matter what kind of people they are, behind them there are more or less shadows of the Qingzhu Gang, Sancunmen, Guanshankou and other large and small gangs in Xinzheng.
After all, no one wants to see a giant who can single-handedly crush other gangs in Xinzheng appear in Xinzheng.
As a result, a series of overt and covert fighting began.
And this is just the chaos in Xinzheng City at night.
On the outskirts of Xinzheng, there is a slum area, where many poor families and refugees live. Although they are all low-class untouchables, they are large and mixed, so they are usually guarded by the city defense army under Ji Wuye. Just in case someone causes trouble.
However, these poor people have always been cautious and did not dare to cause any trouble, let alone Han soldiers guarding them. But in the past few days, there have been commotions and fires here. Many people have clashed with the Korean soldiers responsible for guarding the place. It is reported that the leaders among them are survivors of the Baiyue War. Even those who were there at that time Baiyue soldiers who survived World War I.
Gangs in the city were fighting frequently, and mobs outside the city were causing chaos. This troubled Xinzheng Ling and Han Fei, who was the commander of the army.
However, none of this has anything to do with Zhang Ji.
Putting down the bamboo slips, Zhang Ji looked at the door that had not been opened in front of him for several days.
Since Yan Lingji refused Tianze's call and returned to the room that night, Yan Lingji has never come out again, at least not in front of Zhang Ji. Even the food placed outside the door was not seen before he appeared. Taken away outside the door.
He knew that Yan Lingji had not yet completely made up her mind.
But there are some things that only you can figure out and make a decision about.
"Sir, it's time for dinner." A maid interrupted Zhang Ji's thoughts, glanced at the slightly sad Zhang Ji with her beautiful eyes, and said cautiously.
It wasn't that Zhang Ji was not good to the maids, so they were afraid of them, but in recent days they found that Zhang Ji and Yan Lingji, the "mistress" in their eyes, seemed to be having conflicts, and they were worried about being implicated.
After all, nobles from wealthy families often like to do this. When the master is angry, they try their best to avoid contact with the master. This has been the survival rule of their maids for many years.
When he heard the maid's voice, Zhang Ji stood up, glanced at the door that was still closed, and sighed quietly.
In the room, Yan Lingji stretched out her fragrant tongue and gently licked the long and slender index finger. Some of the crystal sweet fluid remained on the fingertips, easily piercing the thin window paper.
A light blue eye looked toward the courtyard through the small hole, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched Zhang Ji's figure gradually disappearing.
The door opened quietly, and a plain white jade hand stretched out from the door, grabbed the food box and brought it into the door. Yan Lingji, who had already felt hungry, immediately started to feast.
After all, fairies also need to eat.
However, the reason why she didn't go out was slightly different from what Zhang Ji guessed.
It wasn't just that she hadn't completely decided which way to go, it was more that she felt that she suddenly didn't know how to face Zhang Ji.
At first, she felt that she and Zhang Ji could only be considered friends, a friend who rescued her from prison and gave her a comfortable place to live.
However, this friendship continues to deepen as he becomes more and more addicted to this comfortable life. Coupled with the attraction of secrets that seem to continuously emerge from Zhang Jiji, it has reached a level beyond friendship. The level of love that has not yet arrived.
So she stayed, more because she liked such a leisurely and comfortable life, rather than for Zhang Ji.
But she likes such a leisurely and comfortable life because she no longer has to use her flames to destroy other people's lives with malicious intent, destroy their houses, or take away their lives. Instead, she can use her own flames to warm a pot of ice wine. Fry a bowl of stomach-nourishing medicine to light the candle that dispels the darkness.
She felt that it was something more meaningful than getting her hands stained with blood, even if her flames only helped one person.
Therefore, the reason why she stayed seemed to be for Zhang Ji.
Just like a doctor can save others but cannot save himself, she can understand the thoughts of many people through fire magic, but cannot understand her own thoughts that are increasingly confusing to her.
Until the night falls, until the four uninvited guests come...
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PS1: From the Pre-Qin Dynasty to the Han Dynasty, the two-meal system was popular, which was closely related to the production of grain, and was also closely related to people’s living habits of eating at sunrise and resting at sunset.
The first meal of the day is called "Chaoshi", also known as "Chow", and is usually served between ten and eleven o'clock. As the main meal of the two meals, the morning meal is all freshly cooked food, and the food intake must be full, so that you can start the day's work with energy.
The second meal, called "supper" or "supper", is usually served from three to five o'clock in the afternoon. The second meal "food" is far less sumptuous than the "morning meal". Most of the "eating" dishes are relatively simple, and they often even eat leftover food from the morning meal, just to relieve hunger and fatigue after a hard day's work.
It was not until the end of the Warring States Period that the "three-meal system" appeared. A late-night snack would be eaten at seven or eight o'clock in the night, called "night meal". It was not a formal meal, but only nobles and wealthy people with superior family conditions could eat it. Adopt a "three-meal system".
PS2: The term "burning the heart" comes from Taoist mind-cultivation classics. It means: When you do something, you violate your original intention, so you are depressed in your heart, unable to let go, and become a demon.
