How can the labor consultant do such trivial things?"

The prince quickly came over and stretched out his hands to pick up the wine pot and wine glass in his hand.

Fang Buwei avoided the prince's hand and said with a smile: "It's all my fault. I left too fast and hit Xiucha, and all the wine was spilled... It was too late to change the wine. Let Brother Jianfeng give a greeting and start the meal..."

The courtesan who sang the ceremony was also an elder of Jiang. He recognized Fang Buwei and knew better who Xiucha was.

When the court heard that he “she would start the banquet after a greeting”, the courtier was obviously stunned.

Which etiquette is this?

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

He was about to refute, but he saw Fang Buwei going to the stage directly, walked to Comrade Jianfeng, and muttered in his ear.

"There is a problem with the wine, so you can't drink it anymore. Let's start the meal!"

Comrade Jianfeng's expression changed.

What's the problem with sprinkling?

Comrade Jianfeng quickly glanced at the audience.

Wang Shihe's men were closing the wine jar at the table. I don't know how to explain it, but the guests during the meal performed very normally.

The main mat is placed in the back flower yard of Fenghao's room, with only more than twenty tables, but there are at least forty tables on the flowing mat on the front street.

With such a large stall, it is normal to make mistakes and problems. It is common for the chef team responsible for the banquet to serve the wrong dishes and the wrong wine.

It’s really strange that there is no problem at all. Neighbors and gentry have long been used to it.

Everyone below saw a young man on stage. He didn't know what he was talking to Jianfeng, so the wedding would not go on?

Everyone speculated that it must be because of the mistake in the wine.

"What's the problem? It's poisonous?" Comrade Jianfeng asked in a low voice.

Fang Buwei nodded: "Yes! Fortunately, only the chief guard and I drank wine, so we were fine for the time being. In order to avoid causing riots, and to prevent assassins from jumping over the wall, don't make any noise for the time being..."

Comrade Jianfeng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded again.

He naturally knew that what Fang Buwei said was a sophisticated statement.

Fortunately, it didn't kill anyone.

He is an atheist and does not believe in the ghosts and gods. Naturally, he will not care whether the joys and funerals will be unlucky.

Comrade Jianfeng was considering deeper issues such as subsequent impact.

As long as there are no dead people, the situation can be controlled within a certain range and is better solved.

"I understand!" Comrade Jianfeng responded and walked quickly to Mrs. Mao.

Now is not the time to look at it carefully, but to deal with the scene in front of you first.

Fang Buwei said there was something wrong with the wine, so there must be something wrong.

In Comrade Jianfeng's eyes, Fang Buwei was a top spy, and all the people present may not know much as he did.

These days, Comrade Jianfeng has heard Wang Shihe tell him the past of Fang Buwei. After listening to it, he always feels that it is so sensible.

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

Fang Buwei must have something extraordinary.

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

The courtesan who was singing the ceremony wanted to come over and ask what happened, but was blocked by someone Buwei intentionally or unintentionally.

God knows if there are other means besides poisoning, assassins have.

Fang Buwei knows the importance of the matter, and he also knows who is the most important now.

To put it bluntly, no one in the venue, including Mrs. Mao, is important to everyone in the venue.

Comrade Jianfeng leaned into Mrs. Mao's ear and said, "The people below are not careful. If you make the wine wrong, don't toast first, just start the meal!"

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

The guests off the stage have no wine in their hands, so what else does the host on the stage need to toast?

This is a bit rude.

Mrs. Mao's face looked a little bad, but she nodded and told her to explain to her.

Comrade Jianfeng bowed to Jiang's old lady, said a few more words to the sacred ones, saying that the wine would arrive soon, and the meal was opened.

"Go back to the room first, wait until you confirm the safety!" Fang Buwei said to Comrade Jianfeng again.

Comrade Jianfeng nodded.

He could also think that no matter who poisoned him, he must have come first. The hundreds of people in the field were him.

He grabbed Jiang Fangliang's hand and just got off the stage, Wang Shihe came up again.

"I have collected all the wine, and I have sent two people to watch it... In addition, I have called Chen Baolin, and the security team will arrive soon..." Wang Shihe said.

This is a matter of course.

Just because of the few people in Wang Shihe's hands, there is no way to investigate.

Another thing is that no one is sure whether the assassin is still hidden among the guests, with too little force to prevent it.

Comrade Jianfeng nodded and asked in a solemn voice: "My cousin has also drunk wine, how do you feel now?"

Fang Buwei had already told him about the situation of the two drinking at that time.

Fang Buwei's cup was spit out in his mouth, but Wang Shihe's cup was directly drunk.

"Thanks to the timely reminder!" Wang Shihe frowned and pressed his lower abdomen. The other party said, "It's just that the punch that didn't induce vomiting was too strong, and the stomach still hurts..."

Comrade Jianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if it's okay.

But Fang Buwei's expression was a little solemn.

Isn’t it clear how much force I have used?

Ninety percent of these are toxins that enter the stomach and destroy the gastric mucosa.

"Is it still a little disgusting?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"You don't know if you don't say it. When you say it, it seems that there is really a little bit!" Wang Shihe replied.

That's right, this is the phenomenon of mild poisoning.

Fang Buwei felt a little heavy.

How much can a glass of wine with a diameter of only one inch?

Half a dozen is over the sky.

And I was vomited out as soon as I drank it.

But Wang Shihe still had symptoms of poisoning, and you can imagine how severe the poison is in the wine.

Wang Shihe's symptoms seem to be less obvious, but the key is that the incubation period of this thing is a bit long, and most of them will be poisoned after three hours. It is difficult to determine whether Wang Shihe's symptoms will deepen.

"Let's go and see the doctor!" Fang Buwei persuaded.

"I have ordered someone to invite you..." Wang Shihe replied subconsciously, suddenly realized that Fang Buwei's tone was wrong, and his heart sank, and asked nervously, "Does Buwei know what poison this is?"

Fang Buwei nodded and said in a deep voice: "It should be extracted from the marijuana seed..."

Wang Shihe was stunned and suddenly, his face turned paler than snow with a "swish".

He has been in the country since he was a child, so why don’t he know what marijuana is?

To poison a cow, at most one or two cannabis seeds are enough.

The key is that this poison has no solution.

So what's the difference between asking for a doctor or not?

Comrade Jianfeng's face also changed.

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

Spy Hunting Shadow
Chapter completed!