Chapter 478 Discussion
Murong Xuan and Murong Kuan smiled at the sa ti.
Murong Zhe nodded in relief, looked up at his eldest son and eldest daughter, and said gratefully, "Thank you for your hard work, you really brought Xiaoliu back."
"Father, we don't work hard, that's what we should."
Murong Zhe asked again: "Aran, where did you find him? Did you have a good ti when you found him? Did you suffer?"
Murong Lingran and the eldest brother looked at each other, thinking of what Luo Guifang had done, and then looked at the sixth brother.
Sixth brother is still full of welts, as long as A-Niang changes his clothes, he will see it. Knowing that he can't hide it, he has to say it briefly.
"That's the way it is, but Luo Guifang lost her child and is now in prison, so she finally got her retribution."
Seeing the distressed expressions on her parents and brothers, Murong Lingran had no choice but to change the subject, her face suddenly beca serious, and she said solemnly: "Father, mother, these are all over, now we have more important things. The matter needs to be resolved, Xiao Liu was poisoned."
Murong Zhe's expression changed suddenly, and he said anxiously, "What poison?"
Murong Lingran briefly explained the poisonous hair condition of Sixth Brother after being mowed by a kind of grass.
"Did you bring back that grass?"
Murong nodded and took out a small wooden box from his satchel.
She knew that Dad might use it, so she dug up several plants before leaving.
Murong Lingran opened the wooden box, Murong Zhe looked at the poisonous weed inside, his brows furrowed even tighter.
Xiao Manan saw her husband's face was extrely ugly, and frowned, "My child's father, have you ever seen this poisonous weed?"
"Not yet. As far as I know, there are grasses in this world that can cause red rashes all over the body. I also know several types, but I have never seen a poisonous weed like Xiaoliu that attacks on ti. It should be Poisonous weeds unique to Yulin Mansion."
Seeing that Dad had nothing to do, Murong Ding lowered his head with a low expression.
Murong Zhe looked down at his hands in despair, and was about to say sothing when he suddenly thought of the "Hundred Herbs
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