Faced with the decoction handed over by Fei Yan and Da Siming, Zhang Ji naturally did not doubt that he was there, drank it all in one gulp, and continued to lie on the recliner leisurely and read the many information sent to him by Zhan Ri.
Although Zhang Ji is the leader of Luo Wang, he doesn't pay much attention to Luo Wang's information. Most of them are screened by Zhan Ri for him, eliminating the messy and useless information and giving him the useful information.
But since he fell ill, Zhang Ji had pushed off all the work of the guards and internal historians, and stayed at home leisurely, reading the information sent by Luo Sheng when he had nothing to do. This reading made Zhang Ji find amusement.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that Prime Minister Lu actually has a sword that never grows old, and he plans to keep an extra room outside."
"Oh, this guy Feng Jie looks like a stupid young man, he is quite good at playing, and he actually plans to marry two girls from Zilanxuan as concubines at the same time."
"Hey, Zhao Qian and Zhao Jia actually had a fight. I didn't expect that the Zhao clan is actually brothers and sisters."
The hobby of eating melons has been with the Chinese people for almost the entire history of China. It is an attribute deeply imprinted in the bones of the Chinese people. Even Ying Zheng, the emperor of the ages, is not immune to this custom.
Zhang Ji, a later generation, naturally also likes to eat melons. Before he came to this world, he would often read some melons about celebrities, or open the video software to see some secrets about XX platform XX anchors secretly serving as rich men. Video of eating melon with applause.
But now, these melons were placed in front of him. To be honest, it was really hard to help but want to continue reading.
But it's no wonder that since ancient times, courtiers have hated secret service agencies such as the School Affairs Office and the Royal Guards. They have always yelled and killed these secret agents. No matter how much they have contributed, they are looked down upon. This is not without reason.
Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable?
Some of the information even included how many times some ministers had sex with their wives at night, how long each time, whether they took medicine, and what they said during sex with their wives and concubines. All details were written in the information.
Just as Zhang Ji was criticizing these spies in his heart and looking at the information happily, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.
For some unknown reason, Feiyan and Da Siming, who were supposed to leave with the bowls, did not leave. Instead, they thoughtfully whispered in Zhang Ji's ear: "Husband, the weather has turned cold and your body has not fully recovered yet. It’s better to go inside and rest.”
Hearing this, although he felt very sleepy, Zhang Ji still looked at Feiyan and Da Siming with a strange smile: "Madam, you don't want to do something to me, do you?"
"Feiyan cares deeply about this family, and her husband is the backbone of the family. What should we do if there is something wrong with her husband's health?" Feiyan shook her head slightly, looking like she was thinking about this family, and looked at Da Si Ming who was standing aside. They were all a little stunned.
Da Siming recalled a certain person who looked worried before executing the plan and said that he was not good at lying and deceiving people, especially Zhang Ji. He couldn't say it at all. As a result...is this what you call not being able to lie?
Feiyan smiled slightly when she faced the slightly astonished look in Da Siming's black pupils.
Of course she didn't lie. She didn't say she wouldn't do anything to Zhang Ji. She just emphasized that her husband was the backbone of the family. If something happened, the family would collapse. So shouldn't she give birth to a son for Zhang Ji as soon as possible? A queen?
Precisely because Zhang Ji is the only breadwinner in the family, shouldn't there be one or several breadwinners in the family just in case?
As if she was worried that Zhang Ji was still uneasy, Feiyan's eyes were slightly red, but she gritted her teeth. She seemed to feel aggrieved by Zhang Ji's suspicion. Her nose twitched slightly and she whispered: "If you are really worried, husband If you go back to your own room and don't go to our room, will your husband be at ease?"
Facing the glistening tears flowing slightly in Feiyan's eyes, Zhang Ji suddenly felt a little guilty. He gently raised his hand and wiped away the tears for Feiyan with his sleeves. He lowered his guard and said in a soft voice: "Madam, you too I know that Master Nianduan advised me to rest, but I am not worried about you... After all, Chao Tide and Bai Jin tried to use many methods before, which really made me a little too vigilant."
"I know how difficult it is for my husband." Feiyan nodded, her tears seemed to be held back, but the next second, Feiyan couldn't help but shed a few more tears, "However, Feiyan has never done such a despicable thing. Regarding the matter, in your husband’s heart, is Feiyan also such a despicable person?”
Zhang Ji quickly covered Feiyan's mouth and said softly: "Well, this kind of thing can't be said to be despicable. After all, it's not that I can't understand my husband's desire to have a son, but I also need to rest."
After a while, Zhang Ji finally coaxed Feiyan, who was a little upset, and walked towards his room.
The allocation of houses in this era was different from that of later generations. Families of powerful men would prepare a separate room for their husbands to prevent excessive indulgence.
In the summer of every year, especially after midsummer, couples usually avoid having sex.
Midsummer is the hottest time of the year. The weather is muggy and hot. The slightest movement will make you sweat profusely, which is self-evident to the wear and tear on yourself.
In an era without electric fans or air conditioners, even if a wealthy family had an ice cellar, it was impossible to place ice cubes in the room. Otherwise, the heavy humidity would cause pain in the bones of the body within a few days.
Under such conditions, people's spirits will inevitably become a little lazy and tired. If the couple squeezes together to rest, it will be even more hot and uncomfortable, making the couple unable to rest well.
Therefore, there is a set of rules in Zhou rites that encourage couples to rest separately in midsummer. This may seem unkind, but in fact it reflects a special kind of love and consideration between husband and wife.
Sergeants are assigned rooms, sergeants are assigned beds, and corporals are assigned quilts.
Zhang Ji, whether as Lord Luonan, as a guard, as an internal historian, or as the leader of Luowang, was a proper sergeant, so he naturally had to sleep in separate rooms.
After Zhang Ji returned to his room, he looked at the goose-yellow bed and felt more and more sleepy. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes. After taking off the black fox fur cloak, he slept directly with his clothes on. Soon he fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, but the sunset began to set quietly in the west, and the curtain of night inevitably slowly covered the entire sky.
An icy blue figure suddenly appeared in Zhang Ji's courtyard.
An ordinary grandmaster would immediately notice when someone steps into this courtyard, even in sleep. However, Zhang Ji has never been very defensive in his sleep. This was the case in the past, and it is even more so now.
After all, the people protecting him now are Ying Ge and a group of female guards.
If you can’t trust the person next to you, who can you trust?
No one in the world could sneak into Zhang Ji's mansion without alerting the killers outside the mansion and the many female guards in the mansion, and without attracting the attention of Bai Jin and Jing Ju, especially from the more heavily guarded inner residence. , so Zhang Ji slept particularly soundly.
However, the strongest fortresses are often breached from within.
The light purple gown glowed with an elegant and cool luster under the bright moonlight. The wide-sleeved long skirt intertwined with light blue and sea blue danced slightly in the wind, fully highlighting her soft but proud figure.
The visitor was suddenly Zhang Ji's beloved relative and friend, the cold and beautiful sister-in-law, the Moon Goddess!
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