Five Hundred and Seventy-Two: The Prodigal Son Feng Zhen (5)

"A letter from your master? What's in it?"

Yang Si couldn't help but crane his neck to read the letter in Wei Ci's hand... He didn't know what was written in it, but this man was so happy.

Could it be... He raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was an emotion called gossip in his heart. When he took a closer look, he was immediately disappointed.

"Isn't it that Feng Zhen who is willing to stay...Why, what amazing talent does this person have that makes you so happy?"

Wei Ci suppressed the smile on his face and said seriously, "Ci is not happy just because Zi Shi surrendered."

Yang Si was surprised and asked, "Oh? Why is that?"

Wei Ci said, "Zi Shi is usually wild and wild, and almost no one can persuade him to restrain himself. However, he promised the master to give up cold food and take powder."

True love, this is...

Yang Si's eyes flashed with surprise. He was no stranger to Hanshi Powder. He heard that if you take too much, you will never be able to live without it. If there is any mistake in the process of taking the powder, you will die. Even so, some people still regard it as a guideline because the process of quitting cold food powder is too painful.

Too many people can't hold on and choose to continue using Hanshi Powder to numb themselves.

However... Feng Zhen's answer to whether he agrees to give up Hanshi Powder has anything to do with Wei Ci's displeasure.

As if he could see the confusion on Yang Si's face, Wei Ci smiled and said, "Quiting Hanshi Powder is not something that can be done in a day. He can endure it."

After hearing this, Yang Si couldn't help but shudder.

Are you happy with him just because Feng Zhen is going to suffer?

Why is this fox's heart so dark?

Wei Ci said, "Jingrong doesn't understand. You will understand after you really see Zishi."

Others were worried about his health, but the person involved didn't take it seriously. It was a waste of energy, but it was a waste of energy. How could he not be angry?

Now Feng Zhen is going to be very unlucky, and Wei Ci is unhappy for a while. I'm really sorry for the broken heart he had in the past.

but……

He flattened the curved corners of his mouth and looked at the letter in his hand with dark eyes, a little doubt on his eyebrows.

Yang Si asked him,

"What's wrong with you?"

Wei Ci replied calmly, "Ci just didn't expect that Zishi, who is only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, has been taking medicine for four years..."

Yang Si thought it was a big deal and said, "After taking it for four years, you still have the energy to seek death. You don't know how to take care of yourself. You are indeed a tough person."

Wei Ci shook his head secretly. He didn't mean what he said, but he couldn't explain it clearly to Yang Si.

In his previous life, he lived in seclusion in Zhongzhao Bianzhou and maintained correspondence with Fengzhen. I remember that Fengzhen first came into contact with Hanshi Powder, thirty years ago. How old is he now? It is really puzzling that I have been taking Hanshi Powder for four and a half years and have become addicted.

Speaking of which...he seemed to have overlooked something?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Wei Ci's heart, and she suddenly woke up!

Cold food powder!

This thing was indeed popular among the gentry class, but at that time, the Five Kingdoms of Kyushu were already in decline and there was no cure. Some noble nobles who were intoxicated with life and death used Hanshi Powder to paralyze themselves.

Calculating the time, it should be three to five years before Hanshi Powder is actually spread and abused.

In his previous life, Fengzhen took Hanshi Powder after hearing someone say it could enhance his physique. Now, he just wanted to die for pleasure.

Prior to this, Hanshi Powder was only popular in a small area among the gentry class and had never been so widespread.

What now?

Recalling the evaluation a few years ago, the scholar who participated in the evaluation took off his clothes and molested him in public, and Wei Ci's face turned green and white.

Involuntarily, Master Chen's words came to his mind.

Hanshi Powder became popular many years in advance, perhaps related to the evildoer who stole Dongqing's national fortune.

"After taking powder for four years, the addiction has taken shape. If you want to completely quit, you will have to suffer a lot."

In her previous life, Fengzhen had only been taking Hanshi Powder for a year or two, and was later forced to quit by Jiang Pengji.

According to Fengzhen's own recollection, the process of quitting San was so painful that he developed a conditioned fear of the three words "Han Shi San".

If I take Sanjuan for four years in this life... won’t the pain of quitting Sanjuan increase exponentially?

Yang Si sneered, "Just gloat about your misfortune. That Feng Zhen is unlucky enough to know you."

The addiction to Hanshi Powder is not as great as that of drugs, and the probability of being completely relieved is also high, but the withdrawal reaction is not something ordinary people can endure. The strong mental thirst and physical pain, under the dual pressure, can only be It takes perseverance to get through it.

Runny nose and tears, muscle pain and cramps, gastrointestinal cramps, headache and nausea...

Fengzhen once tried to quit, but the feeling was too painful. He gave up after enduring it for a while and chose to bow to the boss of Hanshisan.

Now... how could Jiang Pengji allow him to give up?

Fengzhen didn't know what Jiang Pengji had done to him. When he got addicted to Hanshi Powder, except for his eyes that could move and his brain that could think, his whole body and limbs were limp and powerless, and he couldn't speak. His mind remained awake and he could feel the movement in his body.

The addiction lasted from noon to sunset, and sweat had already wet his inner and outer clothes several times.

Feeling the pain in his body gradually receding, Fengzhen gasped for air, as if crawling back from the eighteenth level of hell.

"how do you feel?"

Jiang Pengji came in from outside the house, followed by a guard holding clean clothes.

Feng Zhen lay on his back and slowly regained control of his body, but his limbs were still weak and it was difficult to even sit up.

"I don't want to...talk to you..."

Feng Zhen's face was covered with sweat, and he closed his eyes sleepily. He couldn't bear to recall the previous pain, and he couldn't bear to recall himself being dominated by the addiction.

When the addiction came, he thought of hundreds of ways to kill Jiang Pengji in his mind. He wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh. He was even more crazy and cruel than a beast.

Where was there any rationality?

"I asked someone to prepare light detoxifying food for you. Take some after washing. In the past month, the addiction will occur more frequently and last longer. If you don't have enough physical strength and full spirit, I'm afraid you can't hold on."

Jiang Pengji said, "You should also be thankful that you take Hanshi Powder more regularly and don't abuse it wantonly."

Feng Zhen used Hanshi Powder for more than four years, but the amount each time was very small, and the interval was relatively long. It was not until the past year that it became frequent and the dosage began to increase. Otherwise, he would have died long ago, and he couldn't die anymore.

Jiang Pengji has a strong mental brain, which can secretly help him stay awake and get through the withdrawal period more safely.

Feng Zhen couldn't help trembling after hearing this.

It was so painful once, and there were multiple attacks in the past month. How could he bear it?

"Can I regret it?"

I don't want to quit.

"No, if you can bear it for a while, you will have a bright future." Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Zhen lying on the ground like a salted fish, and smiled, "I have brewed some wine recently, which is much more mellow and strong than the wine I usually drink. When you have controlled your addiction a little, I will treat you to two glasses."

Wine...

Feng Zhen smacked his lips, his mouth and tongue were dry, "I want to drink two glasses now."