A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Wu Dahu saw through Muhammad's purpose at a glance, and whispered in Song Qinghan's ear: "He has planned well one after another, let us try our best to help him get in touch with the emperor, if the emperor loses his temper, we will punish him If it doesn’t fall on him, if you choose to cooperate with him, then he will also benefit, and it has nothing to do with us.”

Song Qinghan nodded thoughtfully, and had a deeper understanding of Muhammad's cunning.

Without talking all the way, they rode fast and arrived at Muhammad's camp before the sunset.

Looking at the colorful flags floating in the center of the camp, Song Qinghan knew that the new faction Muhammad created was called "Da Mu".

Using his own surname as the name of the dynasty, Muhammad was not the usual arrogance.

Damu's people seemed to be ready for their arrival, so without Muhammad's order, they separated them spontaneously and led them to rest in the assigned tent.

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan concealed their identities, so naturally they couldn't live alone in a tent like high-level generals, but lived separately with other men and women in the Datong shop.

After the rest, someone came to invite them to the table. Although it is not a formal wedding banquet yet, the reception banquet still needs to be prepared.

Moreover, Muhammad seemed very enthusiastic. He not only called in the generals who could be named, but even invited characters like them who came here to play soy sauce.

Song Qinghan glanced casually and saw the triplets scattered in the field, looking very active, completely different from the previous state in the auction field.

Although both he and Wu Dahu had put on a bit of camouflage on their faces, it would not be easy to fool them if they were really face to face with an acquaintance, so he lowered his head subconsciously, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and obediently landed on the Finally, I sat silently in a shaded corner.

After the dinner began, Song Qinghan absent-mindedly listened to Muhammad's polite words, while secretly glancing towards the upper table.

Probably because there were too many people watching the table, they didn't care about Song Qinghan's scrutiny, their faces were as usual, looking as calm as Muhammad.

The half-blood they rescued not only sat in the top seat, but also sat in the very front seat, almost on an equal footing with the triplets.

Song Qinghan paused, recalling the picture of Xiao Yan falling down, he could not help but sigh softly.

In any case, Xiao Yan saved Wu Dahu's life in the end, one thing counts for another, and they still owed this favor.

What he didn't know was that during his pause, the half-blood sensitively noticed something, and looked in his direction calmly. As soon as he touched his face, his pupils shrank, as if he had discovered something. Unable to do things in general.

After Muhammad finished speaking, he raised his wine glass and motioned for everyone to drink together.

When his gaze caught the half-blood's face, he subconsciously paused, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, but when he followed the half-blood's gaze, he found nothing.

After drinking this glass of wine, the banquet officially began. Da Mu's beauties spontaneously performed in the center of the venue, dazzled by the sight of Aoki, shouted wonderfully, and even forgot their own dangerous situation.

As soon as the half-breed put down his wine glass, he heard Muhammad's voice coming from his ear.

"What were you just looking at?"

The corners of his eyebrows moved, he raised his eyelids slightly, and said expressionlessly, "I didn't see anything."

Muhammad then put down the wine glass, rubbed his fingers slowly on the wine glass, and said softly: "Since Xiao Yan left, you have rarely had any fluctuations. You were clearly shocked by something just now, why are you covering it up now? Don't you?" trust me?"

The mixed-race reaction was very simple. He poured himself a glass of wine and said calmly, "Why should I trust someone who killed my brother? Besides, the law doesn't require you to ask questions, so I have to answer them."

Seeing his resistance, Muhammo smiled wryly, and persuaded in a low voice: "Before Xiao Yan left, tell me to take good care of you. He has accomplished a great event for me, and he is my friend for many years. , I won’t even harm you, if you really have any doubts, you can speak up, and I will help you solve it.”

He asked himself that his attitude was already low enough, even in front of He Ning, his attitude was never so low, but the half-blood still didn't follow his set, drank the glass of wine expressionlessly, and sighed.

The banquet was still going on, and He Ning was by his side. It was not easy for him to find time to care for the mixed race for so long. Seeing that He Ning's gaze was already glancing here, he didn't say anything, and turned his head to take care of He Ning emotions come.

Song Qinghan was still pregnant, so naturally he couldn't drink alcohol, but he enjoyed Da Mu's food.

He hadn't eaten such fresh and tender beef and mutton for a long time, and when he thought that he would not be able to eat it again after returning home, he couldn't help but turn into a glutton, and kept stuffing the meat into his stomach.

Wu Dahu saw it from a distance, his eyelids twitched, worried about his stomach.

As soon as he finished eating the food in front of him, Song Qinghan turned his attention to the untouched beef and mutton in front of Wu Dahu.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, someone patted his shoulder lightly, and a soft voice came from behind him.

"Young master, my lord is here to invite you."

Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at that person, pointed to his nose in disbelief and said, "Are you sure your lord invited me? I just..."

"Yes, it is indeed you that my lord invited."

The man seemed to have guessed what Song Qinghan was going to say, and smiled softly, exuding an unquestionable attitude in his tone.

Song Qinghan frowned slightly, not knowing where the song came from.

If Muhammad had discovered him, why wouldn't this be the reaction?

His gaze involuntarily glanced upwards, and when he saw where the mixed blood was, he subconsciously paused.

When did the half-blood leave the meeting, why didn't he know?

Seeing Song Qinghan dawdling, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he reminded softly: "My lord, get up, don't make my lord wait too long."

Song Qinghan glanced at Wu Dahu, saw that he was trying to walk towards this side, shook his head slightly, frowned and gave him a look.

It is still unclear who is looking for him. If there is danger, Wu Dahu can easily meet him outside. Otherwise, the two of them fall into the trap together.

Wu Dahu obviously understood this truth, but if he cared about it, he would be confused. Seeing Song Qinghan walking towards the distance behind that person, he quietly hid his figure in the shadow, and fell silently at the end.

When Song Qinghan arrived in front of a tent that looked very luxurious, a wheelchair slowly slid out of it, and when he saw him, he whispered: "It really is you."