A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Muhammad was at a loss for words, because since Song Qinghan thought of this, the fool is naturally not him, so...

He pursed his lips into a straight line, and said in a muffled voice, "Isn't it going to be solved if I just find someone to be a scapegoat?"

"Whatever?" Song Qinghan squinted at him as if he had heard a big joke, and said, "Are you treating the governor as a fool again now? Is your token just anyone who can get it? When the time comes to investigate, we will be guilty if we were not guilty."

Seeing that his counterattack was impeccable, Muhammad's shoulders relaxed, and there seemed to be a trace of helplessness in his tone.

"Then what do you want?"

Anyway, he couldn't solve this problem, so it would naturally have to be solved by Song Qinghan, and seeing Song Qinghan's determined look, I'm afraid he had already thought of a countermeasure and was just waiting for him to speak.

Song Qinghan chuckled, raised his eyebrows and said, "How is your escape technique?"

Muhammad frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You really want to send me to prison? Do you know how many people are staring at me in the dark?"

Song Qinghan said slowly: "Probably not much, otherwise you wouldn't be able to swagger in and out of my house, and still have the mood to frame others, or even go to the governor's mansion in person."

His words blocked Muhammad from uttering anything but staring at him sullenly.

If it wasn't for his high martial arts skills and first-rate skills in throwing people away, he would have died more than ten years ago, how could he have grown to such a size safely and soundly?

But this does not mean that he is invincible, what's more, this place is still in the territory of the enemy country, as long as he is not paying attention, it is very likely that he will end up forever.

Thinking of this, he said in a bad tone: "Aside from this, is there no other way? I can still choose my life and future."

Although the loss of triplets would have a partial impact on his hegemony, but if he lost his life, everything would be gone.

Song Qinghan seemed to have expected him to have this answer, so he quickly said: "I can let you settle this matter without showing up, but if you promise me that if one day the soldiers come to the city in half a month, there will be no soldiers, but you will not be killed. good?"

The impact of these words was so great that even though Muhammad was always calm, he couldn't help showing a touch of emotion on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Are you so sure that I can do that?"

Even he himself, after confirming that he can get the triplets, dare not say that he will be able to complete the hegemony, let alone a person from the enemy country who has not met a few times?

Besides, this request is really not difficult, he can easily agree to it, anyway, this matter may not happen anyway, and second, as long as the task of issuing orders is pushed to others, wouldn't it be considered a breach of oath?

Song Qinghan saw through his thoughts, and said calmly: "As long as it is your people, you can't say this order. As for your question, I should say that I'm not sure, but I can't say it."

According to observations these days, Muhammad is ruthless and scheming, but he has a certain tenderness when he treats his own people, and he is even more orderly and well-versed in the way of killing people by force. If he doesn't go astray, he will have his share in the world in the future.

He spoke seriously, and Muhammad's face gradually became serious. He raised his clenched right hand, placed it on his chest and beat it three times, and said word by word: "I promise you, if any soldiers come to the city in the middle of the moon On that day, unless the gate of Yueban City is opened for me, I and my people will never dispatch a single soldier."

Although he didn't explain it, Song Qinghan had already guessed that this gesture was probably the unique gesture of the barbarians when swearing. Since Muhammad was willing to do this instead of using the gestures of the Qingmu Kingdom to deal with it indiscriminately, it means that he naturally made this gesture The words were taken seriously, so Song Qinghan didn't say anything more, and said softly: "I want you to fake three times on the street, the kind of fakes that are seen by those guards. After three times, you can come here on your own and take the four of them Pick up."

Muhammad looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't expect the matter to be so simple, he asked hesitantly, "What about you?"

Seeing that he was starting to worry about their safety, Song Qinghan shrugged his shoulders and said with a frown: "It's up to fate, anyway, Wu Dahu and I are going to the battlefield."

It was obvious that he was joking, but Muhammad didn't have the desire to ask further questions. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "You go out first, and I'll be back after a stick of incense."

Since he was so confident, Song Qinghan wouldn't say much, and if the guards outside could stop him, he wouldn't appear here either.

After Song Qinghan walked out the door, he went straight to Lianyue's room.

After hearing the movement from the door, Lian Yue quickly reached out to wipe the tears on her face, and stood up abruptly.

Seeing that his eye circles were red, how could Song Qinghan not know what happened just now?It’s just that he pretended he didn’t see it, sat at the table, and said softly: “The governor has bronchitis, fortunately it hasn’t developed into pneumonia, but it’s hard to say if it drags on.”

"bronchitis?"

Lian Yue repeated it aloud, she seemed quite puzzled, but it was the name of a disease, and he could still hear it.

He squeezed his fingers and said in a low voice: "No wonder I saw that the governor is so thin. If I didn't say it, I really wouldn't recognize him as the governor. I thought that officials should be like the gang in the capital." Just like a human being, he was raised in vain and became fat."

A faint smile flashed across Song Qinghan's face, but he remained silent.

Lianyue suddenly became cramped, and after looking at the ground for a long time, she asked: "Then, can the husband treat the governor? I heard that the husband's medical skills are very good..."

Song Qinghan groaned, and said casually: "You can just listen to this kind of flattery, but although there is no way to completely cure the governor, I do know some ways to relieve it, but... the governor is like this today. For us, it really makes me a little angry!"

In the second half of his speech, his tone suddenly became harsh, coupled with the stern expression on his face, it looked like he really hated the governor to the extreme.

Lianyue slowly came to the table and sat down, stretched out her hand and poured a cup of hot tea for Song Qinghan, and said softly: "Master, don't be angry, what can you do if you are angry? The governor is also an unintentional mistake today. For the sake of official integrity, the mistress will let him go."

Song Qinghan picked up the teacup, put it to his mouth and took a sip, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about him, anyway, he is a dying person, even if it can be relieved, it will not be relieved for a few years."

With a "bang", the teapot fell on the table without warning, Lianyue squeezed her hand tightly, knelt down in front of Song Qinghan with a "plop", and said in a low voice: "Lianyue's body is not quite right. , accidentally hit the teapot, please punish the master."