Chapter 1410 Tracing (2)

"This shouldn't be a big problem. I'll have someone sort it out and send it over tomorrow. You can find out more about this matter. Your grandpa was an honest official and made a lot of contributions to the military. If Jinrong's death If it has something to do with him, he will be upset. By the way, are you both sleeping?"

After all, Mu Baichuan has lived happily for a century, and his focus on issues is different from Mu Jinchen's. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with being confused. People are gone, so it might be better to regard Xia Jinrong's death as an accident. Relatively easy to accept.

It's just that the dead are the most important. If Xia Jinrong really died in vain, he would not be able to rest in peace under Jiuquan unless he was given justice. Therefore, Mu Baichuan's words meant that even if the truth was not an accident, in Xia Jingshan's eyes, this matter It can only be an accident.

Mu Jinchen naturally knew what Mu Baichuan was thinking. He nodded, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I'm sensible. We both went to bed long ago. Grandpa, I think you're sleepy too, so I'll put the chessboard here first. I’ll come over and finish with you tomorrow morning, okay?”

Mu Jinchen watched his grandfather's moves getting slower and slower, and his eyelids could hardly hold up.

"Okay, then I'll go to bed first, and you can't change my words. I have a good chance of winning this game."

Mu Jinchen stood up and held the old man's arm, "Grandpa, your grandson is an upright person like you and would not do that kind of thing."

Mu Baichuan walked slowly to the bedroom, his eyes already closed, "What's wrong with my grandson? If it were that guy Hao'er, he would probably change my chess piece."

It is said that the elderly rejuvenate themselves, but Mu Baichuan, who had put away all his energy, was actually a child who would not grow up like Mu Yuhao.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I won't do it."

"Okay, okay, then remember to come here early tomorrow morning..."

Mu Jinchen helped Mu Baichuan lie down, and he fell asleep before he could finish his words.

Mu Jinchen sighed secretly. The old man after seventy years was like the sun setting in the west, setting little by little. Although it was beautiful, it was almost dusk.

Then, he thought about the little life in Wushuang's belly. He was really looking forward to his arrival. His arrival would definitely add more vitality to the family.

Coming out of Mu Baichuan's room, another lively guy at home came back from nowhere and was a little drunk.

"Brother, will you stay here tonight?"

Mu Yuhao pouted his lips slightly, his face was slightly red, and his slightly peach blossom eyes were a little blurry. As Mu Zhilan said, he really looked like a big girl.

Mu Jinchen shook his head. In his eyes, this younger brother had always been a child who didn't grow up.

"What are you doing? Where's the report I asked you to give yesterday?" Mu Jinchen asked instead, not bothering to answer his question.

Mu Yuhao scratched his hair, feeling a little confused, and patted his head a few times before saying, "Stop talking, my great-great-grandfather asked me to send that damn girl Jun Feifei back, but her mother stopped her and forced me to have dinner. After dinner, she forced me to drink again, which made me very annoyed..."

Mu Yuhao seemed to have thought of something, and patted his head again, "Brother, this time it really has nothing to do with me. I originally said that I would write a report at home, but my great-grandfather insisted on letting me send Jun Feifei back. He also said that today It’s only Saturday and I only handed it in on Monday. I can write it all day on Sunday. Really, Aunt Rong can vouch for me.”

Mu Jinchen glanced at him and curved his thin lips, "Okay, I just want to see you asking so many questions, why are you so nervous?"