This question was so heart-wrenching that the cold sweat on Wang Ying's back broke down: "Sir! How dare you do such a reckless act as an envoy?! It must be... it must be..."
It must have been twice, and Wang Ying did not say the following words. What is it? Will Liang Zixi send a letter from thousands of miles to slander him for poisoning
Although it was only a one-sided relationship, Wang Ying didn't think that the young gentleman he had seen would be such a contemptible person. The looks are not the same, and the measurements are even more different.
"Tell me about what happened that day." Wang Jun didn't care about his son's stupidity, so he simply asked.
How dare Wang Ying hide this, he carefully described the situation when the two met that day, and even the words he said at the banquet and the reaction of the other party.
"When he learned of your lord's plan, Liang Zixi left the table and then pulled out of the camp." Wang Ying couldn't suppress the resentment in his voice, "He has no intention of annexing Ji Youzhou at all, he is extremely arrogant!"
"Yet's head soup was served at the end?" Wang Jun had caught this, "Who made the soup?"
"It was prepared by the kitchen, and they were all the old people in the house." Wang Ying didn't know why.
"How did Liang Zixi look after drinking the soup?" Wang Jun asked.
"This..." Wang Yideng also remembered what happened that day, "Yes, after drinking the soup, his face turned pale. I thought he was just tired, could it be that the soup was poisonous?! The surname is Liang?"
"Confused!" Wang Jun couldn't bear it any longer and scolded, "Quickly send someone to catch that cook!"
This is no longer Liang Zixi's problem, but someone who is potentially in the dark, interfering with his layout. Luckily, the Liang residence only brought 200 people this time. If he brought more people, would Wang Ying be killed by the other party? Even more serious, with such a thief lurking around, will there be an extra dose of poison in his bowl at any time
It was only at this moment that Wang Ying reacted, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. This is not to harm Liang Zixi, he is clearly trying to make his father's plan fail! Such wolf ambitions, how can we not guard against it? !
Wang Jun, who watched with cold eyes, shook his head in his heart. Although this child is usually capable, but at critical moments, he is still inferior to others. Just like this Liang Zixi, who suffered such a big loss, still sent letters. It can be said that the other party has an excellent demeanor, and specially sent a letter to tell the reason for not joining forces with him. It can also be regarded as the other party has guessed that it was not Wang Ying who harmed him, and wanted to use his hand to eradicate the poisoner.
No matter what the intention is, this method is simply neat. On the other hand, Wang Ying, who still can't figure it out, is really a mess.
It seems that the concubine is still unbearable, and I just hope that the young son will grow up quickly.
Wang Jun averted his eyes and did not let Wang Ying go. The two sat down in the study and waited for the result of the interrogation.
On the other side, looking at the guards of the Governor's Mansion who broke into the hospital to take people, Zhang Dian broke out in cold sweat.
"What's going on?" he asked in a low voice to the servants beside him.
"Like, it seems to be taking the cook..." The servant stammered and couldn't explain clearly.
No need for the second prompt, Zhang Dian suddenly realized that this was a matter of Leping, and the clue was missed! Where is the problem? He really couldn't guess, but he didn't dare to stop, and immediately returned to the house to pack his luggage.
A quarter of an hour later, with a small burden, Zhang Dian and his personal servants rode out of the house. As Wang Ying's confidant, he put on an attitude of handling important matters, and no one would stop him.
Unimpeded all the way, left Jicheng. The loyal servant asked in a trembling voice, "Master, where are we going now?"
Zhang Dian had a fire in his heart, and said coldly, "In troubled times, where can we go? Let's go to Sizhou first!"
The marriage brought errands, and we folded them together. If it wasn't for that sick scorpion, how could he be so embarrassed? ! If this revenge is not avenged for a non-gentleman, wait for him to get it back slowly!
The old servant was still worried: "But after leaving Jicheng, why didn't you bring those letters..."
"Hehe, if I can't marry, can others get married?" Zhang Dian smiled and didn't answer.
In less than half an hour, the cook brought out the details of the day. There was no poison, and there was no other person instructing her. Only Zhang Canjun urged her to serve and added a handful of chives. Hearing this, Wang Ying's eyes widened: "Zhang joined the army? How could it be him?!"
Zhang Jianjun voted for him two years ago. He is very smart and helped him deal with a lot of things. How could you be bad at something like this? He didn't care about his father anymore, he said quickly: "Go to the house and find someone! I want to ask carefully!"
The confidant said: "Zhang Canjun has already left the school captain's mansion, saying that he has something to do. Now he has left the city."
This time Wang Ying was completely dumbfounded, how could this be
No matter how many stupid things his son did, Wang Jun immediately asked, "But what was found in his house?"
"Xi Ruan has all taken away, leaving only a few letters." The confidant did not dare to neglect, and presented what he found.
After Wang Jun flipped it hastily, he couldn't help but scolded: "What a fool! Look at what you're recruiting!"
Wang Ying's face was red, he picked up the letter his father had thrown in front of him, and at first glance he was stupid. This turned out to be a love letter from several women, and it was terrible. The person who sent the letter, by coincidence, was the girl Wang Wen wanted to marry to Liang Mansion.
"This... this..." Wang Ying's hands trembled. Who would have thought that such a commotion was only due to the wolf's ambition of a slave? ! If you want to marry Wang's daughter, you will harm the other's fiancé-in-law? He's so brave!
"Send someone to chase! Chase me back!" Wang Ying shouted bitterly.
However, Wang Jun had calmed down, thought for a moment, and sneered: "Such a letter, I should let Jiulang see it..."
Jiulang was the father of the daughter to be married, Wang Rou. This person is also a person who covets fame and has an excellent face. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be in the Shangdang marriage. If he knew about this, would the girl still be able to marry
"Father?" Wang Ying couldn't help but startled. Is this going to ruin the marriage between the Liang residence and the Wang family
"Can Liang Zixi be used by me?" Wang Jun asked back.
"No!" Wang Ying was very sure of this. Even if there is no Zhang Dian to be a ghost, the two families may not be able to reach an agreement. Liang Zixi does not seem to be able to obey orders. What's more, it's turning against each other now that it's like this.
"If you can't, why should you help him? Taiyuan Wang's, it's better to have a relationship with such a lowly lintel. The left and right are just a prefect." This is also their best choice now. An enemy, it is naturally better not to turn around forever. Why should he have the opportunity to take advantage.
At this moment, Wang Ying also understood: "Your lord is right! Hmph, when you finish dealing with Youzhou, why bother with the party?"
Seeing that his son had finally woken up, Wang Jun said coldly, "In the future, you will have to strictly monitor your house, and don't let such absurd things happen again!"
After doing such a useless thing, Wang Yi dared to talk back, and obediently knelt down to admit his mistake. Wang Jun gave a few more reprimands with a stern face, and only then did he recruit his confidants and give orders.
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Liang Feng slowly opened his eyes, and there was no light in the curtain. The thick banners blocked all visible light sources, making day and night chaotic.
He didn't know how many days he had been lying down.
Since waking up that day, the withdrawal symptoms have completely lingered. Liang Feng has no reliable memory, only some intermittent afterimages in his mind. Tears and tears, photophobic spasms, and insomnia ravings are the mildest symptoms. When it is serious, it is the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart, and it is the torment like the bite of ants. He may be screaming, he may be incontinent, he may bite and roll, and he may perform all the terrible, terrible ugly things that make people hate it. I can't help myself, and I can't even leave a memory that can't be ashamed.
But every time I wake up, it's like this. Lying cleanly on the couch, shrouded in comfortable darkness, the soothing fragrance slowly drifted from the nose. Also, the hand on the arm.
Liang Feng tried to lift his wrist. He didn't raise his arm, but this tiny movement still woke the person beside the couch.
"My lord..." A hoarse voice sounded, seemingly deprived of vitality due to lack of sleep and long-term exhaustion.
However, upon hearing that voice, Liang Feng felt strangely that the dullness in his chest subsided a little. Because these countless days and nights, as long as there is some sanity, this voice will accompany you.
"Want to drink water? I'll call someone." Yi Yan woke up completely, sat up from the couch, and asked softly.
Liang Feng opened his mouth a few times before he squeezed out his voice: "Porridge..."
Yi Yan's eyes lit up instantly! This is the first time that the goddess mentioned eating. He immediately said loudly: "Qingmei! Bring some porridge and water!"
After shouting, Yi Yan didn't leave, took the water bowl with his backhand and handed it to Liang Feng's lips: "My lord, drink some water first to moisten your throat."
There seemed to be something mixed in the water, but Liang Feng's tongue seemed to be wooden, and he couldn't tell the difference at all. He just took a few sips and stopped.
Yi Yan didn't insist, and after putting down the bowl, he picked up the towel and carefully wiped off the water marks left on his lips.
This action is too intimate. Liang Feng tilted his head away, took a breath, and asked, "What day is it?"
Yi Yan's hands froze for a moment, and then she whispered, "It's been five days. Doctor Jiang said, as long as you get through the first few days."
Liang Feng also understands the reason. The withdrawal period is a period for the body to get used to the addiction. Within 90 days, the metabolism will clean up all the dirt. But what really kills is not physical, but psychological. When a person knows how much happiness those things can bring him, the addiction is planted, and it is difficult to get rid of it.
He couldn't tell what kind of addictive substance Hanshisan contained, but what was certain was that his mentality was not as clean as it was when he quit for the first time.
At this moment, the curtain was pulled back, and Liang Feng squinted slightly before getting used to the light in the room. It's daytime, and I don't know what time it is, Qingmei is carefully holding the dinner plate and kneeling beside the couch: "Lord, the porridge is here."
A hand supported him behind his back and slowly made him sit up. Liang Feng took another breath, opened his mouth, and asked Qingmei to feed him. When he saw the bowl of porridge that was not thick, Liang Feng realized that he actually had no appetite. The hunger seems to have disappeared, and there is a heavy stone stuck in the stomach. Even if I feel that I should eat something, I don't feel anything when I look at the porridge.
However, Liang Feng still ate it, silently swallowing one bite after another. Reason and body seem to be split into two halves, fighting alternately. However, the fight only lasted for a few minutes, and Liang Feng suddenly froze and vomited. The dripping porridge water spewed out together with the mucus in the stomach, splashing on the clothes of the person beside him.
"Lord Master!" Qingmei's bowl fell in shock.
Yi Yan ignored the stains and slapped Liang Feng's vest to help him empty the filth from his throat. Seeing that the other party had vomited clean, he said nothing, bent down and picked up the person, and came to the low couch beside him.
"Bring some water! Let the lord rinse his mouth!" Yi Yan ordered in a low voice.
Only then did she realize that the little girl hurriedly got up, brought warm water, and waited for Liang Feng to drink it. The servants on the side neatly cleaned up the bed and put on a new quilt. All this is done very smoothly. Liang Feng couldn't help but think, how many times has he lost his temper these days
When she was ready, she put her new clothes on the side. Liang Feng did not move, his eyes fell on the person who was supporting him.
Yi Yan was silent for a moment, then took a step back. Qingmei hurried forward, helped Liang Feng change out of his soiled clothes, and washed his hands and face with clean water. After a while, the filth disappeared again.
Looking down slightly, Liang Feng looked a few steps away. There, the turbid objects were still condensed on the hem of Yiyan's dark clothes, white and yellow, emitting a stench. But the eyes that had real substance never left, as if they were locked on his body.
This will not work. Dazed, Liang Feng thought. The longer you stay, the more difficult it is for that person to let go. This will be unstoppable. Maybe it's time to fight a war, spend people, and in two years, everything will be restored. He will marry, and so will he. Let those adolescent urges dissipate. Can't give him, why make people have illusions
Just thinking about it, Jiang Da rushed in quickly: "Master, are you awake? How do you feel?"
"It's okay..." Liang Feng didn't know how to describe his current state. Apart from this sentence, what other answer could he have
"My lord just drank the porridge and vomited again." Yi Yan said in a deep voice.
"Want to drink porridge?" Jiang Da breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, next time don't drink too thick or too fast, feed it in several times. Take some sugar water first to calm the stomach."
After all, he stepped forward to examine Liang Feng's pulse carefully, and then checked the tongue coating: "The shaking is not too bad. My lord, you go back to the couch first, and I will check other places for you."
Without waiting for Liang Feng to resist, Jiang Da helped him and returned to the cleaned bed. Pressing the other person's chest and abdomen a little with his hand, he asked how he felt.
It's not that hard to deal with. Liang Feng said something and answered Jiang Da's question carefully. After a set of inspections, he said, "How is the situation?"
"It's better than last time. After raising it for a year, I should be able to recover. However, I can't take Hanshi San anymore!" Jiang Da said solemnly.
However, just listening to someone say that word, Liang Feng felt an unbearable itching in his heart, and the prickly skin hurt. Gritting his teeth, he pressed the abnormality to the bottom of his heart and nodded slowly.
Jiang Da was still worried, stared at Liang Feng and drank the sugar water, and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to take medicine now, so it is more appropriate to have acupuncture. Can you bear it, lord?"
In fact, his body was still trembling involuntarily, but Liang Feng still nodded. Jiang Da was not at ease, turned his head to Yiyan and said, "Bo Yuan, help me. Hold down the lord's calf, and I will apply needles on the leg."
Just as Liang Feng was about to say no, Yi Yan had already taken off his stained blouse and knelt beside the couch in only his underwear. A pair of warm and powerful hands grabbed Liang Feng's legs.
I do not know that the stimulation of the drug has not subsided. Liang Feng's calf twitched, and every inch of his skin could feel the person's touch, with the hard calluses of bow horse practice, hard joints, thick palms, like shackles, imprisoned him on the bed .
Having lost the best opportunity to object, Liang Feng closed his mouth and eyes. It's time to let him go, as soon as possible!
However, Liang Feng didn't notice that when the hands were on his legs, the trembling that seemed to never stop slowly eased, as if it had been smoothed out. Disappear.
The author has something to say: Seeing someone discussing the issue of addiction, I would like to talk about the harms recorded in the history of Wushi San, Huangfu Mi, a famous acupuncturist in Jin Dynasty, “Breaching the wrong rules and working hard to poison, now In seven years, in the middle of winter, I eat ice naked, and when the heat is irritable, I have a cough, or it is like warm malaria, or typhoid-like, with edema, edema, and soreness in the limbs.”
Pei Xiu mentioned earlier, after Shi Fa, all five insides were burned, splashed with water and a hundred stones, and died in January.
There is also He Yan himself, "The soul does not guard the house, the blood is not splendid, the essence is refreshing and the smoke floats, and the appearance is like a tree, which is called a ghost."
Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there have been more and more deaths from Wushi Powder, and there is basically no cure. The recipe itself has become taboo.
Is this still an unrefined addictive drug more than a thousand years ago, replaced by today's drugs
The article is just a novel, please don't take any chances with drugs, don't touch them, destroy people and families, there is no cure, and it will cause irreversible damage to the mind and body. Don't be tempted by any glorified or pretentious claims, just stay away.