"What is impossible?" Feng Muyun was so angry that his heart ached, and he patted the table with his palm several times, wishing to smash the table: "Tell me, what did you do?"

Madam Feng's eyes were red with fright, and she didn't even care about the injuries on her face and body. She raised her hand and pointed at the cook standing in front of her: "I clearly asked you to throw away all the leftover food yesterday."

Faced with Mrs. Feng's accusation and the warlord's wrath, the cook was terrified long ago. Her knees softened and she knelt down on the ground, telling the whole truth like pouring beans: "Accordingly, the master didn't finish eating. Meals should have been thrown away.

But these days are not easy, especially these servants who enter the mansion are all children of poor families, they are growing up when they are young, and they are hungry quickly.

Every time there are leftovers in the kitchen, the old slave is afraid of wasting them, so he will leave them for a few to eat..."

The cook's head fell on the ground, shaking like a sieve, and said tremblingly: "Last night, last night, I prepared the meals for Master Yichen and Master Shaojin. The two young masters didn't move their chopsticks very much. Passed out.

When the old slave went upstairs with sober tea, he was stopped by his wife. The wife said that Master Shaojin had already fallen asleep, and that Miss Mo was waiting in the room, and asked the old slave not to disturb him, and asked the old slave to take the rest of the food. all dumped.

When the old slave returned to the dining room, he gave Master Yichen the hangover tea.

After Master Yichen returned to his room, the old slave packed up the food, thinking that it would be too wasteful to just throw it away.

I happened to see those young servants poking their heads at the door again, so I shared the meals with them.

When the last boy came in, there was only half a bowl of soup left, and he drank it all in a few mouthfuls. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he died tragically today..."

The cook cried and burst into tears: "The soup was stewed by the old slave himself, and after the stew was finished, it was placed in the window to cool for a while, and when the temperature was just right, it was brought into the restaurant.

The old slave has been in the governor's mansion all his life, and the old slave swears with the lives of the whole family, even if the old slave is given a hundred courage, the old slave will not dare to poison the soup. "

Governor Feng looked at Mrs. Feng coldly, "So who put the poison? Ma'am, in the entire Yuncheng, many people are not full enough to eat or wear clothes. Did you just know the food left over in the mansion today?" Is it all in the belly of the servant?"

Mrs. Feng likes to play cards and enjoy the flowers on weekdays. If she has nothing to do, she invites friends to set up a stage in the house and invites the troupe to come and sing.

Seeing that Governor Feng's eyes were clear, Mrs. Feng had no choice but to confess, "It's not poison, it's just some...some medicine that can make people lose consciousness."

"Disordered consciousness?" Feng Dujun squinted his eyes.

"Yes." Madam Feng lowered her head, a little lacking in confidence: "No one will die, absolutely no one will die."

Feng Yichen asked the kneeling boy: "You all live in the same bunk as him, so explain what happened last night."

Afraid of being implicated, the young servants confessed frankly:

"There is a lot of food left from last night, and we are all full."

"There was also a soup, which he drank all by himself."

"Back in the wing room, everyone was very tired. Not long after I fell asleep, he started to crawl into my bed and was kicked away by me."

"Later, he got into the bed on my side, and kissed me again..."

"We were all woken up by him, and found that he seemed to have lost his mind and thought of us as women..."

"It was very late at that time, and it was snowing outside again. We were afraid of disturbing the masters, so we tied him up with ropes, thinking that we would alarm the masters after dawn. Unexpectedly, we did not expect to wake up this morning to see, he... ...and he died..."