"You honestly rest here, remember not to go out." Feng Duhan whispered, and asked someone to bring her a set of replacement clothes, although the material was coarse cloth, but finally there were clean clothes that could be changed.

Du Wei changed her clothes and was still wrapped in a quilt and curled up on the bed, but her body was soaked with rain, and she couldn't get warm.

The parchment scroll had already been soaked all the way, and the handwriting on it was even more illegible, and the candlelight in the room was dim, so Du Wei almost stuck her face on it, and she couldn't tell what some words were.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Du Wei was stunned for a moment, and the voice of the guards was faintly heard outside the door, and after a while, the door opened, and a little girl in a coarse linen dress came in, holding a tray in her hand, in which there was steaming rice porridge and two side dishes.

The guard at the door stared at her vigilantly, and the little girl walked into the room, put the tray on the table, and said respectfully: "Miss, eat it while it's hot, it won't be cold." ”

Du Wei wanted to stand up when she saw hot porridge, but her body was only half up and fell back to the bed.

No, it's all out of strength, and when she relaxes, she doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

When the little girl saw this, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Slave maid come to help you." ”

She helped Du Wei to the table and brought out the hot porridge and placed it in front of her.

Du Wei held the porridge bowl in both hands, and then she felt a lot warmer in her heart.

"You use it slowly, and the slave maid has to go and bring food to other people." The little girl looked very smart, turned around and walked out of the room, and the guard closed the door with his backhand.

Du Wei took a small bite of the porridge rice, the hot porridge was warm, but it had a strange taste.

She couldn't help but frown.

If someone else had changed, who would have cared what the porridge tasted at this time, she would have drunk it in one go, but because she had taken the painting bone fragrance, she was particularly sensitive to the taste.

She put down the porridge and rice, always feeling that something seemed to be wrong, and turned her head to look at the bedside, and couldn't help but be stunned: the parchment scroll was missing.

She scrambled to her feet, threw herself on the bed despite her limp legs, and searched everywhere like crazy, but no, no, nowhere could she find the parchment.

No way!

She remembered that she had put that thing at the head of the bed just now, how could it have disappeared out of thin air?

Suddenly, a chill hit her.

If it was said that this thing was taken by someone else, but there was no second person in this room except her, and the only one who had entered the house just now...... It's the little girl who delivers food!

She had just helped herself up, could it be that she had stolen the parchment at that time?

She stumbled to the door, pulling it open, startling only the two guards who were standing outside.

"The princess?"

"Where's the woman who came in to deliver the food?"

"The one who delivered the food?" The guards were stunned.

Another guard pointed to the stairs and said, "My subordinate just saw her go downstairs." ”

"It's over!" Du Wei stomped her foot angrily.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" from the window in the house, and someone knocked it open from the outside, followed by several figures jumping into the house.

"Be careful, princess!" The two guards immediately drew their swords and protected her behind them.

Du Wei turned her head, and several burly masked people, armed with sharp blades, rushed towards her in unison.

"Wei'er, bow your head!" Suddenly, her familiar voice came from the hallway.

She barely had time to think before her body reacted directly and immediately fell to the ground.

"Whoosh......" The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air came from overhead.

She buried her face in her sleeve and didn't dare to move.

"Lord Shizi, they have attacked from the outside!"

"Retreat upstairs and withdraw all the people outside." In the chaos, the voice of the wind and twilight was still calm.

The figures around him shook, and the sound of soldiers fighting was everywhere.

Du Wei lay there, only to feel groggy in her head.

Feng Duhan reached out to help her up, and said in a deep voice, "Are you hurt?" ”

She shook her head, after such a toss just now, now she didn't even have the strength to speak, especially after she drank that mouthful of porridge, the strange taste seemed to be kept away, and her stomach was churning......

She lowered her head and vomited.

Twilight held her body and pulled her stray hair to the side with one hand.

"Go and call Mr. Cui over." She heard him command the guards around her.

She opened her eyes, but the scene in front of her was like a layer of fog, and she couldn't see clearly.

Twilight looked down at her, as if to say something again, but all she heard was a buzzing noise, and she reached out to touch his face, but it fell halfway through.

She fainted.

The torrential rain had been raining all night, and it was not until the next day that it showed signs of abating, and the air washed by the autumn rain was slightly cool.

Du Wei opened her eyes and listened carefully to the movement outside.

She remembered everything that happened yesterday, but she had no memory of how she fainted later.

"Miss, are you awake?" There was a delicate voice around him.

She turned her head and saw Linglong sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a cotton towel in her hand, and a basin of water on the table beside her.

"I ...... What's going on? She wondered, her throat dry and painful, as if it was about to catch fire.

"Mr. Cui said that the bowl of porridge you drank was poisonous, but fortunately you only drank one sip." Linglong put the water-soaked cotton towel back on her forehead, "And you still have a little fever, it's all the ...... of this weather-breaking disaster"

"What about the son?" She suddenly remembered the parchment, which had been stolen, and she had to tell him quickly.

And when she thought about it, she felt a little remorseful, if only she had translated the words earlier, so that even if those people stole the parchment, she would still know what was written on it, and perhaps the information on it would be extremely important to them.

Linglong saw that Du Wei stood up and wanted to get up, so she hurriedly held her down and said, "The prince is leading people downstairs to clean up the battlefield." ”

"Did they find out who the masked men were?"

Linglong shook her head: "How do slaves and maids know about these things." ”

Du Wei struggled to sit up.

"Miss, you can't get out of bed!" Linglong dissuaded.

"You go and find the prince...... Just say...... I have something important to tell him! ”

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the wind twilight walked in, bringing in a cold autumn wind behind him.

Du Wei was blown by the wind and couldn't help but shiver.

"What are you making a fuss about, can't you save some worry for your husband?" Feng Dusk Han's sword frowned deeply and reprimanded.

Du Wei hurriedly said, "That parchment roll...... Before I could translate it, it was stolen! ”

Feng Duhan hid the cold light passing under her eyes, looked down at her pale little face, and comforted: "It's okay, we cleaned up all those people last night, you can rest assured." ”