A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Muhammad was speechless by what he said, and seeing that Xiao Fan's face had calmed down, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and said dejectedly: "If that's the case, then let you go back, and I will send someone to protect you , I hope you can come back as soon as possible, and Hening will be very happy when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, he looked back at the direction he had come from, and knowing that it was getting late, he said in a deep voice, "The banquet is still going on, I'll go back first, and I will pick you up after a while when the manpower is arranged."

Seeing him about to leave, Song Qinghan suddenly couldn't control his curiosity, and asked, "What did you write on the rice paper?"

Muhammad paused, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "What I can guess, you can't guess? What He Ning wants most, I will naturally give him What."

A trace of doubt flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes, and suddenly recalled the details of being with He Ning, and subconsciously blurted out: "Freedom?"

Muhammad, who had already walked a few meters away, waved his hands after hearing the word, as if tacitly acquiescing.

A look of complexity flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "He is used to doing things that win people's hearts, otherwise my brother wouldn't treat him like that..."

Seeing his dejected expression, Song Qinghan patted his shoulder, not knowing what to say for a while, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

Destiny is really wonderful. The fate between people seems to be allocated invisibly by a hand, entangled and unclear.

After a while, Muhammad's subordinates came over, and respectfully said to Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan: "My two sons, the carriage is ready."

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan looked at each other, nodded towards the man, and sat down slowly.

Xiao Fan looked at their backs, and suddenly said: "As long as Aoki can stay, don't come here."

Seeing that he did not shy away from Muhammad's people, Song Qinghan gave a wry smile and nodded to him, signaling him to rest assured.

This country is changing rapidly, and no one knows who the next overlord will be. If Aoki is still dominant, then they will naturally not come to Damu again, but if Damu rises and even Aoki is annexed, when the time comes They naturally became Damu people.

The carriage slowly drove away from Damu, and headed towards Qingmu in the dark.

The barracks no longer existed, so they crossed the border and headed for Yueban City.

There was a special groom driving the car, so they didn't have to stop to rest, so they arrived at the gate of Yueban City at dawn.

When they knocked on the courtyard door with dew, Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan, who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, looked at them in surprise. They turned around, preparing hot water and helping unload luggage. Almost.

Although Xiao Shitou hadn't seen Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan for a long time, because the two often took him with him, he was no stranger. He stretched out his short hand to Yuan Wenxuan and shouted, "Hold! Hug!"

Yuan Wenxuan smiled like a child, stretched out his hand to hug Xiaoshi, and after feeling the weight in his hand, he subconsciously said: "Little Shitou has gained weight a lot!"

I don't know if Xiao Shitou understood this sentence, but he waved his fist in protest and said: "Bad guy! Brother is bad guy!"

Although Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu were exhausted, they still couldn't help smiling when they saw such a warm scene, stretched out their hands and pinched Xiao Shishi's face, and after going back to their room to take a shower, they sat in the middle of the courtyard, While eating the cut fruits in Hualien, I picked out some things that could be said and told them.

Seeing the thrilling things they went through, Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan couldn't help but look worried. Fortunately, they quickly realized that the three of them had returned safe and sound, so their mood became high again, and they took out various The things from the two of them came out, as if they wanted to make up for the meat lost by the two.

After the chat, they went back to the house and had a good sleep, and it was already the next morning when they woke up.

After recharging his energy, Wu Dahu finally went out, ready to inquire about the latest news.

Song Qinghan told Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan about Muhammad's invitation, seeing that they were only a little surprised at the beginning, and then they didn't even have any opinions, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "If it really passed, a crime of treason can't be escaped." It's gone, aren't you worried?"

Hua Lian's answer was simple, she only said: "Little slave has decided to follow the master's husband for the rest of his life, no matter what the crime is, as long as he can serve him by his side."

Although he said this a long time ago, it was different at that time. At that time, Hualien was alone, so it didn't matter where he went, but now he has settled down with Lu Sen. Getting married is just because they haven't come back yet, it's not easy to say such a thing.

But Lu Sen is also alone, if he really wants to leave, he can be taken with him.

As for Yuan Wenxuan, his answer was even simpler, without even thinking about it, he said: "Follow Master, there is nothing to worry about."

Although his surgery level has improved a lot, it is still far behind Song Qinghan.

And the more he researched, the more he felt that Western medicine was broad and profound, and he would not go home without learning it thoroughly from Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan couldn't laugh or cry after hearing his words, and joked: "Yes! One of you is the big idiot of the village head family, and the other is the second idiot of the village end family. It's very easy to sell!"

Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan smiled shyly, looked at each other, and felt that the atmosphere was very beautiful.

The two of them depended on each other when Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu were away. Although they didn't encounter any disgusting things, they were considered "comrades" in the same trench.

Wu Dahu didn't come back from the outside until it was dark, but when he came back his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, those who didn't know thought he had eaten explosives.

When he saw Song Qinghan, he suppressed his anger and said: "The emperor already knew about sending off the relatives. I don't know what Merck told him. He didn't even read the letter brought by Muhammad, and ordered someone Detain all the troops and execute them soon.”

Song Qinghan was stunned, as if he hadn't finished digesting the news, subconsciously said: "What punishment?"

Wu Dahu looked at him quietly, and said word by word: "Death penalty."

Seeing Song Qinghan's pupils shrunk, showing a shocked expression, Wu Dahu sighed heavily, and said in an emotional tone: "I didn't expect it, but I heard the news from the general. He saw that I was not here yesterday, and he was worried. I also got involved, so I specifically told me not to mention yesterday's whereabouts to anyone, and if anyone asks, say that I was talking to him."

From this point of view, the great general was confiding in Wu Dahu, otherwise he wouldn't have exposed this secret matter at the risk of beheading.

It's just... Although they can protect themselves, what should those people do?