Zhang Ji Mansion

The sun was scorching, and the scorching sun in the sky seemed to want to roast the people on the earth into jerky.

Zhang Ji lay quietly on his side in the gazebo in the backyard, holding a pu fan, while huge white ice cubes were placed around him. Zhang Ji waved the pu fan while looking at the bamboo slip in his hand, and bursts of wind mixed with the cold air released by the ice cubes blew on his body, temporarily removing the heat on Zhang Ji's body.

Zhang Ji read the contents of the bamboo slips, which recorded the things about Xinzheng.

In the past few days, as soon as Xinzheng arrives at night, it will be messy.

First Tianze escaped from prison, then Weizhuang destroyed the Scorpion Gate, and then the Seven Peerless Hall annexed the original territory of the Scorpion Gate in one fell swoop before the other gangs reacted, and officially became the leading boss of the Xinzheng gang.

With the rise of the Seven Peerless Hall, Xinzheng's night has become even more unpeaceful.

Gang fights are only fought at night, so as not to affect the vendors and residents on the streets, so as not to affect the amount of money they pay each month.

Although the Seven Peerless Sects have successfully annexed those territories that originally belonged to the Poisonous Scorpion Sect and recruited many subordinates of the Poisonous Scorpion Sect, they have not yet completely digested it.

The Seven Peerless Hall, established by a group of former Han pawns, has quite strict gang rules, prohibiting a lot of burning, killing, and plundering, and the slightest violation is cane punishment and whipping, and the more serious is beheading, as if this is not a gang, but an alternative military camp.

Therefore, many people who were accustomed to burning, killing, and plundering under the Poisonous Scorpion Gate chose to confront the Seven Peerless Sects. is either openly rebellious, or yang and yin, but no matter what kind of person they are, they all have more or less the shadow of Xinzheng's large and small gangs such as the Qingzhu Gang, Sancunmen and Guan Shankou behind them.

After all, no one wants to see a giant who is enough to crush the rest of Xinzheng's gangs on his own.

As a result, a battle between open and secret battles began.

And this is just a mess 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 some low-class untouchables, but there are many people and they are mixed, so they are usually guarded by the city defense army under the command of Ji Wuye, in case someone makes trouble.

However, all along, these poor people have been cautious and dare not give birth to the slightest thing, not to mention the Han guards who are guarded. But in the past few days, there have been sudden commotions here, fires have broken out, and many people have clashed with the Han soldiers who are responsible for guarding here, and it is reported that the leaders are the remnants of the Baiyue War that year, even the Baiyue soldiers who survived the war that year.

Gangs in the city fought frequently, and the mob outside the city was raging, which made Xin Zheng Ling and Han Fei, who was the secretary, sad.

However, all of this has nothing to do with him 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 that night Flame Spirit Ji refused Tianze's summons and returned to the room, Flame Spirit Ji has never come out, at least not in front of Zhang Ji, and even the food that was placed outside the door was taken when he did not appear outside the door.

He knew that Flame Spirit Ji hadn't made up his mind yet.

But there are some things that only I can figure out and make a decision.

"My lord, it's time for dinner." A maid interrupted Zhang Ji's thoughts, glanced at Zhang Ji, who was slightly sad, with beautiful eyes, and said cautiously.

It's not that Zhang Ji is not good to the maids so they are afraid, it's just that in recent days, they have found that Zhang Ji and Flame Lingji, the "housemother" in their eyes, seem to have a conflict, worried about being innocently implicated.

After all, the nobles of those large families often like to do this, and try to do things to avoid contact with the master when the master is angry, which is the survival principle of these maids for many years.

Hearing the maid's voice, Zhang Ji got up and glanced at the still closed door, and sighed faintly.

In the room, Flame Spirit Ji stretched out her fragrant tongue and gently licked her slender index finger, and some of the crystal sweet liquid remained on the fingertips, easily piercing through the thin layer of window paper.

A light blue eye looked at the courtyard through the small hole, looking at Zhang Ji's figure gradually moving away, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The door opened quietly, and a plain white jade hand stretched out from the door, grabbed the food box and sent it to the door, and the flame spirit Ji, who had long felt hungry, immediately feasted on it.

After all, fairies are meant to eat, too.

It's just that she doesn't go out, which is slightly different from the reason Zhang Ji guessed.

It's not just that she hasn't completely decided what to do, but more that she feels that she suddenly doesn't know how to face Zhang Ji.

At first, she felt that she and Zhang Ji could only be regarded as friends, a friend who rescued her from the cage and gave her a comfortable place to live.

It's just that this friendship relationship has deepened as he becomes more and more intoxicated with this comfortable life, coupled with the attraction of secrets that seem to be constantly emerging on Zhang Jiji's body, it has reached a level above friendship and unreached love.

So she stayed, more because she liked such a leisurely and comfortable life, rather than for Zhang Ji.

But she liked this leisurely and comfortable life, because she no longer had to drive the flames to destroy the lives of others with malicious intentions, she did not have to destroy their houses, she did not have to take their lives, but she used her own flame to warm a pot of ice wine, to fry a bowl of stomach medicine, to light a candle to dispel the darkness.

She felt that it was more meaningful than having her hands covered in blood, even if her flame was only helping someone.

Therefore, the reason why she stayed seems to be indeed for Zhang Ji.

Just as a healer can help others but not herself, she can understand the minds of many through fire magic, but she can't understand her minds, which are becoming more and more incomprehensible to herself.

Until the fall of night, until the visit of the four uninvited guests......

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PS1: From the pre-Qin period to the Han Dynasty, the two-meal system prevailed, which has an important relationship with the production of grain, and is also closely related to people's living habits of sunrise and sunset.

The first meal of the day, called "morning food", is also called "glutton", and it is usually served between 10 and 11 o'clock. As the main meal of these two meals, the meals are freshly cooked food, and the amount of food must be managed, so that you can start the day's work energetically.

The second meal, called "dinner", is also called "飧", and is usually served between 3 and 5 pm. The second meal "food" is far less hearty than the "morning food". Most of the dishes are relatively simple, and they often even eat leftovers from morning meals, just to relieve the hunger and fatigue of a hard day's work.

It was not until the end of the Warring States period that the "three-meal system" appeared, and a supper would be served at seven or eight o'clock in the night, called "night meal", which was not a formal meal, but only the nobles and wealthy with superior family conditions adopted the "three-meal system".

PS2: The phrase "burning the heart" comes from Taoist texts on mind cultivation. It means that when you do things, you go against your heart, so you are depressed in your heart, you can't let go, and you become a demon.