How can a staff officer do such a trivial matter? ”

The prime minister hurriedly greeted him, stretched out his hands, and came to receive the flask and wine glass in his hand.

Fang Buwei dodged the hand of the prime minister, and said with a smile: "It's all my fault, I left too quickly, I bumped into Xiucha, and the wine was all spilled...... It's too late to change the wine, let Brother Jianfeng make a salute and start the banquet......"

The lady who sang the ceremony was also an elder of the Jiang family, and he knew Fang Buwei and knew who Xiucha was.

Hearing that Fang Buwei suggested "make a salute and open the table", the prime minister was obviously stunned for a moment.

What kind of etiquette is this?

Can't the Jiang family even afford a pot of wine?

He was about to refute, but when he saw that Fang Buwei came to the stage directly, he walked to Comrade Jianfeng's side and whispered in his ear.

"There's a problem with the wine, I can't drink it, let's start the banquet quickly!"

Comrade Jianfeng's face changed.

What's wrong with sprinkling?

Comrade Jianfeng quickly glanced at the audience.

Several of Wang Shihe's subordinates were holding the wine jar next to the table, and I don't know how to explain it, but the guests at the banquet behaved normally.

The main seat is placed in the back flower courtyard of Feng Ho Fang, and there are only more than 20 tables, but there are at least 40 tables in the flowing water seat on the front street.

In such a large stall, it is normal for some mistakes and problems to occur, and it is common for the chef team in charge of the banquet to serve the wrong dishes and wine.

There is no problem at all, it is really strange, and the neighbors and squires have long been used to it.

The people below all saw a young man on stage, and they didn't know what to say to Jianfeng, so the wedding would not go down?

Everyone speculated that it must be because of the wrong wine.

"What's the problem, toxic?" Comrade Jianfeng asked in a low voice.

Fang Buwei nodded: "Yes!" Fortunately, only me and the chief guard have drunk, and we are all fine for the time being, so in order to avoid causing a riot, and to prevent the assassins from jumping over the wall, I will not make a noise for the time being......"

Comrade Jianfeng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded again.

He naturally knew that what Fang Buwei said was the old words.

Fortunately, it didn't poison anyone.

He is an atheist, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, so naturally he doesn't care about happy events turning into funerals, whether he will be unlucky.

Comrade Jianfeng considered deeper issues such as follow-up impacts.

As long as there are no deaths, the situation can be controlled within a certain range, and it is better to solve it.

"I see!" Comrade Jianfeng responded and walked quickly in front of Mrs. Mao.

Now is not the time to delve into it, but to deal with the situation in front of you first.

Fang Buwei said that there was a problem with the wine, then there must be a problem.

In Comrade Jianfeng's eyes, Fang Buwei is a top spy, and all these people present may not know as much as he does.

These days, Comrade Jianfeng has listened to Wang Shihe tell him about Fang Buwei's past, and after listening to it, he always feels that God is God again.

But he at least knew that Wang Shihe would not lie to him.

Fang Buwei is sure that there is something extraordinary.

Fang Buwei did not step down, but closely followed Comrade Jianfeng's side, and closely paid attention to all movements on and off the stage.

The sung maiden wanted to lean over and ask what was going on, but was stopped by Youfang unintentionally or unintentionally.

God knows if the assassins had any other means besides poisoning.

Fang not only knows the importance of proportion, but also knows who is the most important now.

To put it mildly, including Mrs. Mao, all the people in the venue combined, none of them are as important as Comrade Jianfeng.

Comrade Jianfeng leaned into Mrs. Mao's ear and said: "The people below are not careful, and they made the wrong wine, so don't toast first, let's just start the banquet!" ”

Mrs. Mao also saw that someone in the audience had put down the wine jar that had just been served, and guessed that it might be the wrong wine.

There is no wine in the hands of the guests in the audience, so what is the need for the host on the stage to toast?

That's a bit of a faux pas.

Mrs. Mao's face was a little unsightly, but she still nodded, and asked the maid to confess again.

Comrade Jianfeng and the old lady of the Jiang family made a gesture, and said a few words of humility, saying that the good wine would arrive soon, and it was considered to be a banquet.

"Go back to the room first, and wait until it's safe to say!" Fang Buwei said to Comrade Jianfeng again.

Comrade Jianfeng nodded.

He could also think that no matter who poisoned him, he must have come at him first, and there were hundreds of people in the field, and he was the most dangerous.

He grabbed Jiang Fangliang's hand, and just after he got off the stage, Wang Shihe greeted him again.

"The wine has all been collected, and I have sent two people to watch the ...... In addition, I have called Chen Baolin, and the security team will be there soon......" Wang Shihe said.

This is the proper way to go.

With this bit of people in Wang Shihe's hands, there is no way to check it at all.

Again, no one was sure if the Assassin was still hiding among the guests, with too little force to prevent it.

Comrade Jianfeng nodded, and asked solemnly: "My cousin also drank wine, how do you feel now?" ”

Fang Buwei had already told him that the two were drinking at that time.

Fang Buwei's cup spit out in his mouth, but Wang Shihe's cup went straight to his stomach.

"Thanks to the timeliness of not being reminded!" Wang Shihe frowned, pressed his lower abdomen, and the other party didn't say, "It's just that the punch that induces vomiting is too heavy, and my stomach is still hurting now......"

Comrade Jianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay.

But Fang Buwei's expression was a little solemn.

Isn't it clear how much force you used?

Nine out of ten are toxins that get into the stomach and damage the gastric mucosa.

"Isn't it still a little disgusting?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"If you don't say it, you don't realize it, but when you say it, it seems that there is really a little!" Wang Shihe replied.

That's right, that's what mild poisoning looks like.

Fang Buwei's heart sank a little.

A small shot glass with a diameter of only one inch, how much wine can there be in a glass?

Half two top heavens.

And as soon as I drank it, I was spit out.

But Wang Shihe still has symptoms of poisoning, and you can imagine how heavy the poison is in this wine.

Wang Shihe's symptoms don't seem to be obvious, but the key is that the incubation period of this thing is a bit long, and most of them will be poisonous after three hours.

"Let's go and see Lang Zhong!" Fang is not persuaded.

"I've already ordered someone to invite ......" Wang Shihe subconsciously replied, suddenly realizing that Fang Buwei's tone was wrong, his heart sank, and he asked worriedly, "Do you know what kind of poison this is?" ”

Fang Buwei nodded, and said in a deep voice: "It should be extracted from hemp seeds......

Wang Shihe was stunned for a moment, and his face turned whiter than snow.

He grew up in the countryside, so why didn't he know what hemp was?

To poison a cow, only one or two marijuana seeds are needed at most.

The point is, there is no solution to this poison.

So what's the difference between inviting Langzhong and not inviting Langzhong?

Comrade Jianfeng's face also changed.

If it weren't for Fang Buwei, he would definitely have drunk poisoned wine, would he have survived in the end? ntent

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