Mu Yunhan was so anxious that he wanted to turn around and go in another direction, but martial law was called again.
One more night, and she wasn't sure what would happen.
Gu Yilan's guard of honor suddenly stopped.
A boy in green clothes came over and saluted, saying, "Miss Mu, are you going somewhere?"
Mu Yunhan didn't want to pay attention and simply walked in the other direction with a straight face.
The boy in green quickly rushed to stop her and handed her an envelope politely: "Don't worry, girl, there is a priest's handwriting here. With this, you can gallop on your horse."
Mu Yunhan raised his eyes and looked over, only to see Gu Yilan's carriage parked quietly in the queue, the curtains were lowered, and he did not show up.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally did not accept the handwriting, but said calmly: "Tell him, if he is really kind, don't block my way."
The boy in Tsing Yi had no choice but to run back, stand in front of Gu Yilan's car and whisper in a low voice.
The car curtain was not raised, and Gu Yilan didn't react at all.
Mu Yunhan almost jumped up.
But suddenly, the entire honor guard moved and quickly cleared a path just big enough for her to pass.
Mu Yunhan jumped up and ran wildly.
Mu Li followed closely behind, and when he passed by Gu Yilan's car, he specifically looked back.
Suddenly, I met a pair of indifferent and beautiful eyes.
Mu Li was slightly startled. He had only seen this priest from a distance. He had not dared to look at him in the face even after several close encounters.
This was the first time eye contact occurred.
Before he could decide what expression to use in response, Gu Yilan had already turned away and looked at Mu Yunhan in front of him.
But it didn't take long for the car curtain to be lowered quickly, blocking everything.
Mu Li buried his head and quickly caught up with Mu Yunhan without making a sound.
The master and servant rushed to the pharmacy. All the clerks had already left, leaving only Bai Wuwei and his entourage in the shop to count the accounts.
Seeing Mu Yunhan and Mu Li coming in a hurry, Bai Wuwei immediately realized something was wrong: "What's going on?"
Mu Yunhan was silent for a while before regaining his breath: "I suspect someone stuffed something into the shop..."
That 300-year-old ginseng will not be known to the Qian family inexplicably, nor will it disappear inexplicably.
If the other party had been silent, she might not have thought of it.
But Zhou Bida came to her door to ask for medicine, but instead reminded her that maybe this medicine would appear in her shop.
It may even have been sold.
“Look for a place to cut ginseng into slices!”
The sale of pruned ginseng is too eye-catching, and the easiest place to hide it is the place where ginseng is cut into slices and sold in pieces.
Bai Wuwei frowned slightly: "The quality of sliced ginseng is not good. With such good ginseng, why did the slicer ask me..."
He suddenly paused, rushed over quickly, and opened the lid of the box containing ginseng slices and ginseng whiskers.
Under the finely chopped ginseng slices, half a ginseng and large slices of ginseng were buried.
Judging from the appearance, it is the 300-year-old ginseng that was given away.
Bai Wuwei took a breath of cold air.
The guy in charge of slicing was just hired and signed a death contract with them, and he was specifically responsible for concocting drugs.
Since starting work, the performance has been excellent. I didn't expect it to be like this.
Bai Wuwei quickly separated out the problematic ginseng slices and smiled bitterly: "My boss, it's all my fault."
Mu Yunhan said calmly: "Now is not the time to hold people accountable. Lao Bai, where does that guy live? Send someone to keep an eye on him immediately. Don't let anything happen to him!" (To be continued)