Chapter 710 Poisoning

Whether it's eyebrows, nose, mouth, Mu Wanrou in front of her eyes, there is nothing similar to Qingcheng in her memory.

"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Mu Wanrou couldn't help touching her face, thinking there was something strange on it.

Mu Sheng said truthfully, "I'm just looking to see if you and your mother look alike."

Mu Wanrou was startled fiercely, felt guilty for a moment, and then forced a smile on her face: "Isn't it? How could it be? When I was young, people said that I look a lot like my mother."

"Not like."

Mu Sheng closed his eyes slowly, and Mu Qingcheng's voice and appearance clearly emerged in his mind.

Whether it was facial features or voice, even after twenty years, he was still deeply impressed.

Mu Qingcheng was the most indelible joy and also the most indelible pain in his memory.

Her death dealt a great blow to him. Mu Sheng had been devastated by it, and was ill in bed for a long time, unable to recover from the pain of losing his beloved daughter.

The smile on Mu Wanrou's face couldn't help but stiffen: "Grandpa, do you still remember your mother's appearance?"

"Of course I remember, I can't forget her voice and appearance."

Mu Sheng sighed.

Outside the door, the servant gently knocked on the door: "Master, the medicine is ready."

Mu Wanrou immediately raised her voice, "Come in!"

After the words fell, the servant walked into the study with the medicinal meal.

But Mu Sheng turned his face away and said, "Take the medicine away, the smell is so bad."

The servant smiled stiffly, and immediately said respectfully: "Master, this medicine can't be stopped, drink it..."

"I told you to take it down, didn't you hear?!" Mu Sheng suddenly slapped the table violently, Pang Ran was furious, and his voice shook the entire study room.

The servant was so frightened that his feet almost went limp, and he knelt down.

Mu Wanju said: "Okay, you can go down."

"Young lady, that medicine..."

"Okay, I'll persuade grandpa to drink, you go down first, lest grandpa get angry." Mu Wanrou waved her hand.

The servant retreated respectfully and closed the door.

Mu Sheng turned his head and looked out the window, but his eyes gradually went blank: "Wanrou, take the medicine away, I won't drink it."

"Grandpa, you're playing your temper again. Although this medicine smells bitter, it tastes bitter and is good for your illness. Drinking it will definitely be good for your health." Mu Wanrou walked to his side and gently placed her hand on the back of his hand On, patiently console.

But Mu Sheng stubbornly said: "What's the benefit? I've been drinking this medicine for many years, and my body is still not like this? It can't be cured. Let it go."

Mu Wanrou laughed helplessly, and coaxed a few more words: "How can you say that? Grandpa, this medicine is good for your health after all. Let me feed you, okay?"

Mu Sheng looked out the window, didn't speak, but didn't refuse either.

Mu Wanrou just stood up and walked behind him, but while he was looking out the window, she quietly took out a small package of kraft paper from her pocket.

She carefully tore a small slit in the kraft paper, and lightly sprinkled the white powder into the medicine bowl.

Stir well with a spoon, colorless and tasteless.

Mu Lianjue's words of exhortation echoed in his ears: "Don't look at that old bone's health is getting worse, I'm afraid he won't be able to live for a few years. However, this old bastard, if he wants to die, he still holds the power in his hands. With him , the Mu family's army is not stable, only by getting rid of him can I carry out my plan."

While Mu Wanrou was gently stirring the medicine with a spoon, her deep gaze slowly fell on Mu Sheng.