472. The Way of One’s Way Returns to One’s Body【10】
A middle-aged man escorting Murong Nanlie outside said with red eyes: "Sir, I am willing to escort the young lady. Don't worry, young master, I will risk my life to ensure the safety of the young lady."
As soon as this statement came out, there were already several people who agreed with it.
They are all seniors of Murong Villa.
Murong Yufan thought about it for a long time, then looked deeply at Murong Qingshuang, "You just came back, rest first. They will take care of everything."
She breathed a sigh of relief, with a bit of gratitude in her eyes.[
"First write down the prescription and have someone cook it, and then come to the meeting hall to find me."
He put down a word and left without looking back.
She must have already planned to arrange who will follow her to Yunshan.
The doctor stood aside: "Miss Murong, this recipe..."
She glanced at Murong Nanlie who was asleep on the bed, and whispered: "Bring a pen and paper, I'll tell you, write it down."
"yes."
In less than a day at Murong Villa, the feeling of family affection came to me everywhere.
She couldn't tell the truth from the false, she just felt that she was still yearning for these things deep in her heart.
Even if it's just for the little comfort in my heart, it's probably worth doing it.
After writing the prescription, she went to the meeting hall.
At this time, several seniors at Murong Villa had already discussed with Murong Yufan, and he appointed a few of the highest-ranking people to go with Murong Qingshuang.
After everyone left, Murong Yufan said: "I should never have asked you to do such a thing."
"But I haven't found a better solution yet." She continued calmly, "Brother, I am not a little girl anymore. You should always give me more trust."
There was a rare ray of warmth in his eyes, hidden in the depths, "Who knows if you will never come back again."
Murong Qingshuang pointed at her face, "Look, where else can I go? The people who can give me disguise... won't help me anymore."
"Who is it?"
She replied softly: "It doesn't matter who it is, it's just the fact."
"Let's leave tomorrow."
She frowned and said, "I've already rested. It's better to set off as early as possible." [
Murong Yufan looked at her and said, "Rest? I'm afraid you won't have a chance to rest from now on. You still have an important task today."
"What important task?"
He suddenly threw over a piece of white silk with writing on it, which was about twice the size of an ordinary handkerchief.
