Sister, you miss me

"Really?" Brighton was also surprised.

"It's true." Jack took out the prescription he was carrying, and let Brighton look over it.

After Brighton saw it, he gave Yang Feng a thumbs up: "My grandson is amazing."

Yang Feng took the prescription: "Let me see."

At this time, Jack once again picked up the decoction-Shiquan Dabutang, and urged Brighton to take it while it was hot.

Yang Feng smiled and stopped: "Uncle, Grandpa has my treatment. It doesn't matter if you don't drink this medicine. Since you said that uncle is so good, it is a waste if it falls. It's better to drink it."

Jack's face changed and he immediately smiled bitterly: "I'm healthy, so I don't need to drink, and I'm afraid of hardship."

Yang Feng gestured with his fingers: "Just take a sip."

Jack was furious: "I said I'm healthy, why do I have to drink medicine I don't want to drink?"

"What are you doing so excited?" Yang Feng smiled faintly: "I heard that uncle, you have been responsible for taking medicine and boiling medicine. It's really hard work, so you should be compensated. Take a sip. It's very refreshing."

This time, Yang Feng delivered the soup medicine directly to Jack.

Jack couldn't help taking a step back and watched Yang Feng.

Brighton also saw something wrong, he said solemnly: "Xiao Feng, what do you want to say?"

Yang Feng looked at Jack and sneered: "My uncle far away, do you have anything to say?"

"You...what's your nerve, what can I say?"

Yang Feng shook the prescription: "For example, there is one less medicine on it."

"how is this possible!"

"There are many possibilities, such as you accidentally or deliberately adding a touch..."

Brighton's eyes were cold: "Xiao Feng, let's be honest!"

Yang Feng held the soup medicine, closed his eyes and sniffed deeply, shook his head in an intoxicated state: "The taste is too strong." After saying that, opened his eyes, and pushed the soup medicine towards Jack again, saying: "If you drink this bowl of medicine, I I can believe you didn't mean it."

Jack's eyes flickered: "I don't drink, and I don't know what you are talking about."

"Since you don't cherish this last chance, then pull it down." Yang Feng shook his head and looked at Brighton and said, "Grandpa, if I guess right, there is a lot of arsenic in this bowl of medicine."

"Arsenic?" Brighton looked at Jack with questioning eyes.

Jack shook his head in a panic: "Uncle, don't listen to his nonsense, I don't know what arsenic is."

Brighton said coldly: "Then let me tell you that arsenic is a compound of arsenic. If you eat a little every day, you will become poisoned over time. When it is discovered, there is no cure."

"Uncle, I really don't!"

"It's been a year, and you have given me medicine every day. I told you how to lose a lot of hair, sleep worse and worse, and it's more difficult to urinate and defecate. It turned out to be you."

"Uncle..."

Brighton waved his hand to interrupt Jack: "Don't blame you, this thing has been repeatedly used by conspirators throughout the ages and has become a weapon for power struggle. Countless emperors and dignitaries have died because of it for unknown reasons. Does Hamlet know? The same is true for his king father. Dead. There is also Napoleon. After his death, he was found to be arsenic poisoning. The fires used by the French people were pure, often used to poison wealthy relatives in order to obtain the right of inheritance. Therefore, it also has a name-inheritance powder. "

"Uncle, I really don't have one. Over the past year, I have served you with all my strength and hard work without credit. I..." Jack cried bitterly.

Yang Feng handed the soup bowl forward: "Jack, if it wasn't for you to rush for quick success and quick profit, and want to solve a problem, I might not be able to find out enough arsenic in this bowl. You are not afraid of hardship at all. Don't dare to drink it, because this is simply a bowl of poison."

"You're talking nonsense, bloody mouth! Arsenic is colorless and tasteless, how could you..."

"Don't you know what arsenic is? You finally don't recruit yourself?" Yang Feng looked at Jack who was leaking his mouth, and shook his head: "Everyone knows that the blood spurts, it's amazing, the arsenic in this bowl of medicine is enough to poison a cow What's more, grandpa is such a dying old man?"

"you……"

"Oh, by the way, Pishuang has a terrifying name in our country, called Hedinghong, which seals the throat with blood. It is highly poisonous. But why is the colorless and tasteless arsenic called Hedinghong? Is it really something extracted from the top of the crane? In fact, the experiment proved that the top of the crane is at least not very poisonous." Yang Feng smiled and glanced at Jack: "Is it getting more and more confused? The reason is that it is red. It’s because the level of refining in ancient times is not high, and Crane Dinghong, is this name very literary?"

"Yang Feng, what exactly are you trying to explain?" Jack was on the verge of rampaging.

Yang Feng said with a hippie smile: "After saying so much, I just tell you that the purity of the arsenic you added is not high, so I found out, look at it, it's red."

Jack had just stretched his head over, and Yang Feng laughed loudly: "It's fooled again."

"You..." Jack wanted to cry without tears, turned and threw himself on his knees beside Brighton's bed: "Uncle, I really don't, no."

Brighton closed his eyes and waved his hand wearily: "Stay there, Xiao Feng, let the doctor come over for an evaluation."

"it is good."

Just after Yang Feng took a step, Jack suddenly got up and blocked Yang Feng, with a copper-plated revolver with a wooden handle in his right hand.

"Jack, what do you want to do!" Brighton roared.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and stared at Jack's eyes.

Jack looked savage and crazy, and yelled: "Brighton, I changed my name to Jack to win your favor. For more than a year, I have served you with all my heart like a dog. I often I was thinking that even if it was a piece of ice, it was covered up for me. But you can, you didn't say anything from start to finish, it's better to give all your property to this unknown grandson."

Yang Feng sneered and said, "I never thought about inheriting an inheritance. Even at this moment, I never thought about arguing with you."

"You shut up!" Jack shouted: "You don't fight, unless you are dead."

"Jack!" Brighton said in an extremely calm tone: "Don't be excited, put down the gun, you are my sister's only child, so as long as you put down the gun now, I will not hold you accountable for everything you do. In addition, I amend the will, give you 5%, put down the gun!"

Jack shook his head: "Brighton, don't I know who you are? Even my daughter and son-in-law can kill me, so how can I be kind to me? I won't believe you."

"Even if you kill Xiaofeng, you won't get anything, and you will die miserably!"

"I just want him to be buried."

Yang Feng said coldly: "Jack, do you think that if you have a gun, you have a say?"

"You..." Jack trembled with his right hand, his face twitched: "Believe it or not, I'm breaking you now."

"Jack, put down the gun, this is your last chance." Brighton roared.

"I do not!"

"It doesn't matter." Yang Feng shot with lightning, grabbed the gun body, flicked his two fingers in the middle, and the wheel fell in response, leaping happily on the wooden floor.

Jack held the empty gun, pulled the trigger, dumbfounded.

...

This is an extremely sumptuous dinner table with brass candlesticks, silver tableware, and a maid of shuttle service, which is absolutely European royal standard.

On the table are roast goose, steak, caviar, venison, Indian pie...

Drinks include XO, Remy Martin, Louis XIII, whiskey, brandy, Chivas Regal, Tequila, Moutai, Wuliangye, Vodka, and Munich stout.

Brighton sits on a long table with Dracula and Yang Feng on both sides, Hong Dandong and Chen Long on the same side.Everyone had a snow-white square inside their neck, which looked like that.

There are various cups from large to small in front of everyone, and the servants will inject different drinks according to the needs of the diners.

Finally, everyone was filled with drinks, and Brighton picked up the red wine and said: "I have been looking forward to this rare dinner for 20 years. Today, it finally got my wish. Cheers everyone."

Everyone just tasted it.

Brighton said to Chen Long and Hong Dan: "Two kids, you are free."

Hong Dandong smiled and said: "Your Excellency Brighton, your Chinese is really good, even more standard than mine!"

Brighton nodded: "As long as you have the heart, there is nothing you can't learn in this world, and you can't learn it badly."

Dracula picked up the red wine and said, "Your excellency, you look great tonight."

Brighton smiled and looked at Yang Feng and said: "There is an old Chinese saying that people are very happy when they are happy. That's how I can eat at the same table with my grandson, and thick tea and light rice have become a delicacy."

"Grandpa..." Yang Feng's eyes were hot, and he said that the old man would be sensational.

Brighton picked up the red wine and touched Dracula, and said, "Old man, thank you for bringing Xiao Feng to me."

"Sir, you are polite."

Suddenly a sadness appeared on Brighton's face: "It's a fly in the ointment! It's hard to defend against the thief by day and night. I didn't expect Jack to think of poisoning me. I really failed."

Dracula shook his head: "There is a lack of people's hearts, and it is hard to fill in the desires."

Brighton shook his head: "Stop talking about unhappy things, everyone drinks and eats meat."

There was a staggering scramble.

After a few glasses of wine, Hong Dandong showed his true shape, pulling a slightly beautiful maid, with a thick northeastern accent, speaking in poor English, repeatedly expressing admiration.

Yang Feng couldn't laugh or cry, glanced at Chen Long, Chen Long handed over a wry smile that he had known for a long time.

Just as Yang Feng tore off a chewy piece of venison, a maid walked in with the help of an old woman with silver hair and reading glasses.

The old woman looked serious, almost resentful.

Brighton slowly got up and greeted in English: "Sister, why are you here?"

The old woman shook her head and said, "Brother, I heard that you have imprisoned my son, your nephew, I can't believe it, you tell me this is not true."

Brighton shook his head: "I can't believe he wants to kill me, please tell me, this is not true either."

"I don’t believe it. At first he knew that your son was dead, so he volunteered to change his name to Jack. Then you fell ill. He volunteered to take care of you. Even his father died. He didn’t even go back and take a look. He compares you to his father. Even more importantly, tell me, how could such a child want to kill you?"