Chapter Eighty-two: The Square and Rectangular Cities

  The sound of horse hooves and carriage wheels filled the air as Zhao Ji blended in with the Luo family's merchant caravan, once again entering the city of Four Directions under the fading light of day.

  Indeed, as Luo Qiushui said, the peace talks between the four families of Square City and the Wind Chasers are a rare martial arts event. If you don't go, you will regret it.

  Arriving at the Lu residence, after reporting to the upper floor, Lu Zhongshan quickly came out to greet him. Seeing Zhao Ji, he let out a hearty laugh and said: "Worthy nephew, you've finally arrived! I was worried that Autumn Water wouldn't be able to persuade you."

  "Hello, Mr. Luo."

  After seeing Luo Zhongshan, Zhao Ji lowered his posture and asked with a serious expression.

  Like Luo's family, having a powerful influence in the local area, being on good terms with them will not bring any harm. Moreover, with Luo Chongshan's attitude being quite good, Zhao Ji naturally would not be rude.

  "Alright, alright, let's go and have a chat, I'll tell you about the ways of the Jianghu, where power and prestige are everything."

  Nodding in satisfaction, Luo Zhongshan patted Zhao Ji's shoulder and invited him.

  "Really, then thank you, Uncle."

  His eyes lit up, and Zhao Ji said with great interest.

  Zhao Ji's blood carried a restless factor, and as soon as he thought about galloping freely in the Jianghu, his blood would boil with excitement. He was also very interested in some things on the Jianghu.

  As the master of the Luo family, Luo Chongshan also had a youthful adventure in Jianghu and had extremely rich experiences. He was very familiar with the heavenly realm and was of great help to Zhao.

  The two of them chatted and laughed together, feeling quite congenial. After a conversation, their relationship seemed to have become much closer.

  At night, after dinner, when it was time for bed, Luo Zhongshan asked Luo Qiushui to arrange a place for Zhao Ji to stay.

  "Brother Zhao, come with me."

  Calling out to Zhao Ji in one voice, Luo Qiushui smiled lightly and said.

  "Trouble you, Luo girl."

  Keeping up with him, Zhao Ji said casually.

  "Zhao, you don't have to be so polite here. You can just make yourself at home and feel free to ask for anything if you need it."

  Lu Chiu Shui's sincere way.

  "Don't worry, I won't be polite, if there's really something needed, I'll definitely bother you."

  Deeply moved in his heart, Zhao Ji said solemnly.

  The Luoyang government office covers a large area, with pavilions, towers, artificial hills and ponds, gardens and lawns, one building after another, each with its own beautiful scenery, scattered throughout the compound, fully displaying the grandeur and wealth of the Luoyang government.

  Along a quiet path, the two walked towards the inner courtyard. Luo Qiushui's high-pitched voice was heard as she smiled at Zhao Ji: "Brother Zhao, Father really likes you, I rarely see him being so enthusiastic about someone."

  "Maybe I just get along better with Rosaline."

  Zhao did not express his approval or disapproval.

  They walked a little further and came to the front of a small, square courtyard. Lu Qiushui pushed open the gate and made a welcoming gesture to Zhao Ji, saying: "Brother Zhao, this is an unused courtyard in our house. Tonight, you can temporarily stay here for the night. Is that okay?"

  As I stepped into the courtyard, I took a look around at the scenery inside. It was indeed an extremely delicate small courtyard, although the area wasn't particularly large, it had a kind of elegant beauty like that of Jiangnan's water towns.

  "A much better yard than mine, it's not just making do, but rather enjoying."

  Zhao was extremely satisfied with this.

  "Hurry up and clean up."

  Zhao Ji nodded in agreement, and Luo Qiushui gave an order.

  "Yes, miss."

  The several maids who followed behind immediately respectfully answered and went straight to the bedroom in the small courtyard to tidy up the bed.

  Having put everything in order, Luo Qiushui bid a good night and took her leave, allowing Zhao Ji to rest. The small courtyard gradually quieted down.

  On the second day, Zhao Ji got up early and was about to wash up when he saw two rows of maids standing neatly outside his room, holding basins, towels and other things.

  As soon as the door was opened, his gaze swept over several maidservants. Before he could say anything, they all bowed together and said in unison: "Please, sir, wash up, the latest chapter of Tang Doctor is here."

  For a moment, Zhao Ji was stunned, but although he had never experienced the luxurious life of a wealthy family, at least he knew that from TV dramas and some books, he had seen such scenes.

  Although being served by so many people while washing up, Zhao Ji felt a bit uneasy, however, when in Rome do as the Romans do, he didn't have any critical intentions.

  "Zhang, are you up?"

  After washing up, Zhao Ji was just about to go out and stroll around the Luo residence when he heard Luo Qiushui's voice outside the door.

  She went out and opened the courtyard door, and indeed saw Luo Qiushui in a white dress, standing outside the door like an immortal from heaven.

  "Hello, Miss Luo."

  Zhao Ji waved at Luo Qiushui.

  "Morning, Brother Zhao, let's go have breakfast."

  Lu Qiushui responded with a sentence and invited him.

  The breakfast at the Luo residence was not sumptuous, of course, this is relatively speaking. Compared to the emperor's breakfast seen in books, the Luo residence's breakfast still had a gap, but compared to the breakfasts Zhao Ji had used over the years, it was undoubtedly much more sumptuous.

  On the dinner table, there were only Zhao Ji and Luo Qiushui. When it was time to start eating, Luo Zhongshan's figure was nowhere to be seen. Zhao Ji asked, "Luo young lady, where is Uncle Luo?"

  "Father has something on his mind, it's two days after tomorrow, which is the day of the peace talks. These two days, he has a lot of things to arrange."

  Lu Qiushui replied.

  The two of them dined, with many people waiting on them. Luo Qiushui's eating manners were very elegant and refined, slow and deliberate. Zhao Jikai was different, he wolfed down his food like a starving ghost reincarnated.

  After formally practicing martial arts and cultivating his inner strength, Zhao Ji's appetite increased greatly. He ate a lot with each meal, and in the past month, he had even improved slightly. There were hundreds of years' worth of ginseng tops, enough for him to cultivate.

  Almost without chewing, several large bowls of rice and several plates of dishes were swallowed, Zhao Ji felt a little full, and only then did he leave the state of crazy eating. He raised his eyes and found that Luo Qiushui had been staring at him all along.

  "Luó girl, you've finished eating."

  Putting down his chopsticks, Zhao Ji's eyes rolled around and he asked with profound meaning.

  "Finished eating, Brother Zhao, have you eaten enough?"

  On her pale cheeks, a faint flush appeared, and Luo Qiushui said with some embarrassment.

  "Finished eating, what should we do next?"

  Zhao Ji asked.

  The day of reconciliation is in two days' time. These two days will be spent at the Four Sides City and at the Luo Mansion, surely something can be done about it.

  Actually, Zhao Ji had his own thoughts and wanted to stroll around Sifang City, but since he was borrowing someone else's place, he should have said something first.

  "Zhao, this is your second time in Four-sided City, right? Last time, you came and went in a hurry, didn't even get to stroll around the city properly. Today, since we have some time, why don't I take you on a tour?"

  Lu Qiushui smiled brightly and proposed.

  "Alright."

  Lu Qiu Shui's words were exactly what Zhao Ji wanted to hear, so he immediately agreed.