There are two dishes and one meal in the vegetable basket.

A plate of fried dried vegetables had turned brown in color, and there was everything in a plate. It seemed that they were leftovers, but it was already a little sour when it smelled.

The bowl of rice was full of stuff, but when you looked carefully, you would find that there was a lot of mud and sand inside, as if the rice had fallen to the ground and was picked up by someone.

Qingfeng was very curious. Such food could not be eaten by the masters in the house. In this way, even the servants didn't want to eat it.

So Qingfeng was holding the rice basket and muttered in her heart, frowned, and looked in disbelief on her face.

"Chef Huang, is this food pretending to be wrong? I think this..."

But before he could finish his words, Chef Huang interrupted.

"Do you know the rules or not? If you ask you to send it, you can send it honestly. Don't ask so many reasons."

"But……"

"Nothing, but you go out quickly. I see your head hurts. Don't stay here and get in the way!"

In desperation, Qingfeng had to carry the meal that could almost be called "pig food". As Dasong said, he walked to the west of the prefect's mansion.

As the breeze walked, I found that the surrounding scene became more and more desolate, and the weeds were circulating on the ground, not like people living in it, but as if they were abandoned.

When he walked to a courtyard, he saw a plaque hanging high above with the words "Cuiyuxuan".

The breeze creaked and gently pushed open the door.

The yard was empty and there was nothing. The ground was originally covered with neat blue bricks, but now there were clusters of weeds that reached the knees from the cracks.

"Is anyone?"

Qingfeng shouted around, but the only answered him was the chirping of crickets in the grass.

He walked in with the basket and finally walked into the room. After pushing open the door, a layer of choking dust began to swell.

Qingfeng waved his hand in front of him, then looked around.

The house was very dirty and there was a thick layer of dust on the table, which looked a little dirty. He found a piece of rag, barely wiped the table clean, and then put the food on it.

From the time when Chef Huang said that this person would go crazy, Qingfeng felt that this person should be Du Yueniang.

He didn't expect that he had the opportunity to contact her as soon as he entered the prefect's mansion, so although he pretended not to be willing, Qingfeng was already happy.

Just as Qingfeng was searching for Du Yueniang's figure in the house, a person with disheveled hair came from behind him.

The man's footsteps were so light that he could not hear them, and he walked silently behind Qingfeng.

Qingfeng's eyes were attracted by the paper scattered on the table, and the words "revenge!", "dog man and woman" and "feng'er".

There were even names of Du Hua and An, who were slapped hard by ink on the name, and suddenly looked a little cunning.

At this moment, Qingfeng suddenly heard the voice coming from behind him, "Who are you?"

He was so scared that he shivered immediately, and quickly turned his head to look. It turned out that a woman was standing behind him, wearing only single clothes and messy hair.

Is this Du Yueniang?

Judging from her appearance, is she really crazy?

Not only Qingfeng was surprised at this moment, but even Du Yuehua was surprised when she saw Qingfeng's face, and then a tear fell.

"Feng'er, are you mother Feng'er?"

Du Yueniang walked over, touched Qingfeng's face, and murmured, with surprise, reluctance, and joy in her eyes, which was very complicated.

Qingfeng felt that she recognized herself as someone else, and was about to deny it, Du Yueniang spoke again.

"Feng'er, do you know how much I miss you in the past few years? Mother Feng'er has grown so tall now. Then the clothes I sewed for you are a little unfit. Come and let me take a good look at you!"

It turned out that Du Yueniang regarded herself as her son. The "Feng'er" written on the paper was the eldest son of the drowning prefect's mansion.

Although Qingfeng sympathized with Du Yueniang, she could not give her son the hope that he was still alive in the world, otherwise the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment that followed.

So he spoke up a little reluctantly.

"You are Du Yueniang, my name is Qingfeng, not your son. I think you have recognized the wrong person."

Du Yueniang shook her head while crying, and her voice was filled with sobs.

"No, you are my Feng'er, Feng'er, why don't you recognize your mother? Are you making a fuss about not avenging you?"

As Du Yueniang said that, she lowered her head and held her face and started crying, very sad.

Qingfeng herself once saw her family die tragically at Xie Da, who is in Heifeng Village, so she empathizes with her feelings.

Most people who have experienced such things cannot believe, cannot believe, and do not want to believe, and do not believe, everything that has happened.

This is how Du Yueniang was at this time, so Qingfeng didn't know what to say.

But Du Yueniang cried for a while, then raised her head and suddenly she smiled extremely miserablely.

"I know you are not my Feng'er, but if he can live to this day, he should be as big as you, and he will grow so tall, able to talk and laugh, but there will be no more..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.

The sadness is so great that I feel as if I am dead.

Qingfeng didn't want to bear to see her like this, so he asked quickly.

"Don't you want to avenge your son?"

"Avenge, revenge..." Du Yueniang murmured as she repeated the word in her mouth, her eyes gradually gained some focal length, and then she sneered coldly.

"Why don't I want to take revenge? Since Feng'er's death, I have been thinking about how to avenge him even when I sleep, but what can I do as a woman with no power to tie a chicken?"

"Even my current life is to take Du Hua Dog Thief for the sake of my life with him for more than ten years."

As he said that, Du Yueniang walked around the house, opened the door in the house, pointed to the yard outside the house and said.

"The world of Cuiyuxuan is all my space. How can I take revenge? Sometimes I really want to hit and die or hang myself so that I can go with Feng'er, but do you know, why don't I die?"

Qingfeng took a step forward and said word by word.

"Because you are unwilling to give up, because you will never have hope of avenging him once you die!"

"Yes, I can't die. If I die, no one will avenge him again. But I'm useless. I've been so many years, but I still haven't killed my enemies for him."

Du Yueniang said gritting her teeth, and an angry flame burst out in her eyes.

"If I say, I can avenge you!"

Qingfeng looked into her eyes and asked seriously.

After hearing what he said, a trace of disbelief flashed in Du Yueniang's eyes, "You? Can you help me with revenge?"

Qingfeng nodded affirmatively, "This method of revenge will at least cause a great punishment for Du Hua, and An cannot be spared. I wonder if you are satisfied with such a result?"

Du Yueniang originally felt that she should not believe the words of such a stranger, but there was a voice in her heart that kept persuading her to believe what Qingfeng said.

"If this is true, I will spare my life even if I sacrificed my life!"

She stared at Qingfeng's eyes tightly, and every word she spit out seemed to be a cuckoo crying blood, containing unknown bitterness.

When the breeze came, I didn't believe that Su Muwan said that a woman with resentment would have more power than ordinary people.

Because his sister chose to commit suicide, Qingfeng always felt that women were like glass, beautiful but easily broken by external influences.

But Du Yueniang's eyes at this time told him that his previous perception was wrong.

"You don't need your life, but you need to help us do something."

"You? Who are you? Why do you want to help me?"

Du Yueniang had recovered from her calmness at this time and asked with a frown.

Although she was eager to take revenge, she didn't want to waste her time and helped a group of people who had no identity at all.

"Tell me first, are you pretending to be crazy?"

Qingfeng was not in a hurry to resolve her doubts, but instead raised another problem.

Du Yueniang smiled bitterly, "Of course you are pretending to be crazy, otherwise do you think that bitch An would allow me to live until now?"

"Did Young Master Ling really die under the murder of An's family?"

"Of course! Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, my former personal maid saw it in person. She pushed my Feng'er down into the pool and watched him sink."

When it comes to An, Du Yueniang really said it with gritted teeth.

"Okay, let me tell you that my head is an official in the capital. Du Hua has done a lot of bad things in Qingcheng in recent years and has greedy for a lot of people's wealth and ointment. My head wanted to expose him, but because there was no evidence, so you need your wife, to secretly help us get key evidence from Du Hua."

Qingfeng did not tell Su Muwan's identity, but instead described her as a Beijing official, so that no matter whether the final plan was successful or not, she would not be involved.

"Have he done so many things that are harmful to the world now? No wonder God made An slow to get pregnant. This is all retribution!"

"Okay, I'll help you, just treat it as accumulating blessings for my Feng'er, but what should I do?"

Du Yueniang didn't know what she should do to help Qingfeng and the others get evidence. After all, she is locked up here now and can't even see Du Hua's face.

Qingfeng curled his lips and smiled, "The first step is that you will never be stupid or crazy anymore, so that you can walk out of this Cuiyuxuan with justification!"
Chapter completed!