A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

As if he didn't understand Song Qinghan's words, Wu Dahu silently followed behind him like a little tail, no matter whether Song Qinghan went to fetch water or towels, he didn't speak, just stared blankly.

After Song Qinghan wrung out the towel, he gently wiped it on Wu Dahu's face. Seeing that he was like a small stone, with his eyes closed, showing some aggrieved appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

This feeling is rather novel. It seems that in the future, when you are at home, you can also try to get Wu Dahu drunk a few times to see how he reacts.

After helping Wu Dahu wash his face and feet, Song Qinghan saw him staring at him with bright eyes, patted him on the back like coaxing a child, and said softly: "Come on, lie down and sleep, early Sleep well and get up early..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden whirlwind in front of him, and a subconscious cry came out from his throat, and he stared blankly at Wu Dahu's face, not understanding what happened.

With a warmth on his lips, Song Qinghan didn't need to figure out what happened next, it just happened naturally.

Probably because Wu Dahu's movements were so gentle that Song Qinghan even forgot that she was now a three-month pregnant person.

Fortunately, there was no abnormality in his body after the incident, and he was relieved by this discovery.

However, Wu Dahu didn't seem to be satisfied yet, he hugged him tightly, and called his name hastily, as if he wanted to carve the words "Song Qinghan" into his bones.

Song Qinghan blushed, and couldn't help but relax his body, allowing him to have fun again.

The temperature inside the tent gradually increased, Song Qinghan didn't dare to make a sound, bit his lower lip tightly, and let his consciousness be shaken to pieces.

After the incident, Song Qinghan sensitively sensed that his body could no longer bear it, so he directly covered Wu Dahu's eyes, and said in a commanding tone: "Sleep! Don't continue!"

Wu Dahu unconsciously rubbed his head against Song Qinghan's palm, like a coquettish cat, let out a "hmm" sound from his throat, pulled Song Qinghan into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

After his breathing became stable, Song Qinghan lightly bit the tip of his tongue to restore his consciousness, sat up from the bed, put on his clothes, looked around, and saw that nothing was left behind that should not have been left behind. He loosened his shoulders and quickly walked out from a corner of the tent.

Maybe Wu Dahu will have a slight impression tomorrow, but as long as he doesn't find himself, then he can continue to be lucky.

What's more, based on his understanding of drunk people, his memory after a hangover is basically zero. I'm afraid Wu Dahu might not even know how he got back to the tent tomorrow morning.

After a night of nothing, when the sun shines into the tent the next day, Wu Dahu's eyelids twitched. When he saw the top of the tent, he felt that countless information flooded into his mind, as if his head was going to explode. .

Song Qinghan's face, Jiayi's face, the general's face, all kinds of people's faces...

He rubbed his temples, and when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body, he slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a wry smile.

He didn't even know how many glasses he drank last night. He only remembered that people came to toast one after another. He drank one cup after another. In the end, he didn't even know how to leave the banquet. , it is now.

It seems to be a bit too complacent...

Wu Dahu lifted the quilt, and when he saw his physical condition clearly, his heart tightened, and some vague memories suddenly flashed in his mind.

If he remembered correctly, he was with Song Qinghan last night?

He stood up abruptly, wearing only one piece of clothing, and scanned the surroundings of the tent with sharp eyes, as if looking for clues of Song Qinghan's existence from the subtleties.

When his gaze swept over the breastplate, he subconsciously paused, strode over, and observed it for a while.

There is no doubt that someone has moved here, and he is very sure that he did not do it himself.

After all, even if he was drunk, he wouldn't come back and play drunk with a breastplate.

Something flashed through his mind, he stood up suddenly, walked to the corner where the ointment landed last time, and looked carefully.

When Wu Dahu saw the folds on the corners, his mind became clear.

It seemed that last night was not a hallucination, someone had indeed entered his tent, as to whether those vague memories were true or not, it was yet to be discussed.

After he put on his clothes, he was just about to call the guards in when he heard the guards outside announcing that Jia Yi had arrived.

Thinking of the oolong he had made yesterday, Wu Dahu's eyes froze, and he asked the guards to come in with Jiayi. After seeing Jiayi saluted carefully, he walked obediently to the place where the chamber pot was placed. He didn't know what to think, so he opened his mouth Said: "Go and check if there is Song Qinghan in the barracks, he is a female."

Wu Dahu originally wanted to compare Song Qinghan's height and appearance, but he gave up after thinking about it. After all, there are so many people in the barracks, it is easy to check their names, but it would take time and energy to exclude their appearances one by one.

When the guards took the order to leave, Wu Dahu sensitively noticed that Jiayi's hands trembled, as if he had done something wrong and was found out.

Thinking of his previous guess, Wu Dahu suddenly said: "Jiayi, do you know Song Qinghan?"

Jiayi didn't seem to expect that Wu Dahu would take the initiative to call him, her legs softened, she knelt down, and said with her head down, "No, I don't know..."

Wu Dahu's eyes gradually narrowed, and he looked at Jiayi with a strong sense of scrutiny.

If he didn't know him, he would definitely give an accurate "don't know" answer instead of an ambiguous "don't know", so... what is he hiding?Or, what is he trying to hide?

Thinking of this, Wu Dahu walked slowly in front of Jiayi, looked at him condescendingly, threw the three balls of paper on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Then how do you explain this? Didn't you say you wrote it?"

When Jiayi saw the words on the last two pieces of rice paper, her nervous mood suddenly became relaxed, her brain turned rapidly, and she said in a low voice: "Lord Wu, this...is indeed a family Yi did it, but... it can be regarded as entrusted by others."

He deliberately didn't say "write", but only said "do", just to leave some leeway for the future, so that even if something happened to Dong Chuang, he could still push the matter to Wu Dahu.

Although it's a bit unkind to do so, kindness can't be eaten as food. He just wants to get himself a more favorable situation.

After hearing Jiayi's words, Wu Dahu paused, frowned tightly, and said coldly: "Who entrusted you? You also threw the ointment?"