A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 289

Wu Dahu saw through the purpose of muhammar at a glance, and whispered in Song QingHan's ear: "he is well planned one by one. Let's spare no effort to help him contact with the emperor. If the emperor is furious, the punishment will not fall on him. If he chooses to cooperate with him, it will benefit him, and it has nothing to do with us."

Song QingHan nodded thoughtfully, and had a deeper understanding of muhammar's cunning.

Without a word, they arrived at muhammar's camp before sunset.

Looking at the colorful flags flying in the center of the camp, song QingHan knew that the new force of muhammar was called "Damu".

Using his own family name as the name of the dynasty, muhammar is not generally arrogant.

It seems that all the people in Damu are ready for their arrival. Without the command of muhammar, they spontaneously separate them and introduce them into the tent for rest.

Wu Dahu and song QingHan cover up their identities, so they can't live alone in a tent like high-level generals, but live in Datong shop with other men and women.

After the rest, they will be called to sit in. Although it is not a formal wedding banquet, the reception banquet is also to be prepared.

Moreover, muhammar looked very enthusiastic. He not only called on the generals who were worthy of their names, but even invited their characters who came to play soy sauce.

Song QingHan took a casual glance and saw the triplets scattered in the scene, looking very active, completely different from the previous state in the auction house.

Although he and Wu Dahu both made some disguises on their faces, it was still not easy to fool the past if they were really face-to-face with acquaintances. So he subconsciously lowered his head, looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his heart. Obediently, he fell at the end and sat quietly in the shadow covered corner.

After the dinner, song QingHan was absent-minded listening to muhammar's polite words and glancing at the upper table.

Probably because there were too many people watching the table, they didn't pay attention to song QingHan's examination. They looked as calm as muhammar.

The hybrid they rescued was not only sitting at the top of the table, but also very far ahead, almost on the same level as triplets.

Song QingHan pauses, remembers the picture of Xiao Yan's fall, and sighs softly.

In any case, Xiao Yan saved Wu Dahu's life in the end. One thing is the same thing, and they still owe the human feelings.

What he didn't know was that in the interval between his pause and distraction, the half breed sensed something sensitively and looked in his direction quietly. As soon as he touched his face, his pupils shrank, as if he had found something terrible.

After muhammar finished, he raised his glass and motioned for everyone to drink together.

When his eyes swept to the face of the mixed race, he subconsciously stopped, and there was a flash of doubt in his eyes, but when he followed the vision of the mixed race, he found nothing.

After drinking this cup of wine, the banquet was officially started. The beautiful women of Great MU spontaneously performed in the central place. They were dazzled by the sight of Qingmu and called out the splendor. They even forgot their own dangerous situation.

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

"What were you just looking at?"

His eyebrow corner moved, slightly raised eyelid, facial expression is expressionless way: "what did not see."

Muhammar then put down his glass, gently rubbed his finger on the glass, and said in a soft voice: "since Xiao Yan left, you haven't had any fluctuations. You were clearly shocked by something just now. Why do you want to cover up now? You don't trust me? "

The reaction of the mixed blood was very simple. He poured a glass of wine and said calmly, "why should I trust a man who killed my brother? Moreover, the law does not require you to ask questions, and I must answer them. "

Seeing his attitude of resistance, muhammar gave a bitter smile and remonstrated in a low voice: "Xiao Yan told me to take good care of you before he left. He has accomplished a great thing for me and has been my friend for many years. I will not harm you whether it is in love or in reason. If you really have any doubts, you can say it and I will help you solve it."

He asked himself that his attitude had been set low enough, even in front of he Ning, his attitude was not so low. However, the mixed race still did not eat his set, and drank the glass of wine without expression and uttered a sigh.

The banquet is still in progress, and he Ning is at his side. It is not easy for him to take time to care for the mixed blood for such a long time. Seeing that he Ning's sight is already in sight, if he looks at this side as if there is nothing more, he turns to take care of the mood of he Ning.

Song QingHan is still pregnant. Naturally, he can't drink wine. However, he is happy to eat the food of Damu.

For a long time, he had never eaten such fresh and tender beef and mutton. As soon as he thought that he would not be able to eat it again after he went back, he could not help but become a gluttonous eater and stuffed the meat into his stomach.

Wu Dahu saw it in the distance. His eyelids jumped and he was worried about his stomach.

Just after finishing the meal in front of him, song QingHan put his eyes on the beef and mutton that had not been moved in front of Wu Dahu.

Did not expect to wait for him to speak, his shoulder was gently patted, a soft voice from behind him."This childe, my Lord, please."

Song QingHan was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the man. He pointed to his nose and said, "are you sure your adult invited me? I just... "

" yes, my lord invited you. "

The man seemed to have guessed what song QingHan was going to say. He said with a gentle smile, and his voice exuded an unquestionable attitude.

Song QingHan slightly frowned, do not understand which is singing.

If muhammar found him, how could it not be this reaction?

His eyes can't help but glance up, and when he sees where the hybrid is, he's subconsciously stunned.

How can he not know when the mixed race left?

The man saw song QingHan linger, the smile on his face gradually faded, gently reminded: "young master, don't let my adults wait too long."

Song QingHan takes a look at Wu Dahu. Seeing that he is trying to come this way, song QingHan gently shakes his head and winks at him.

At present, it is not clear who is looking for him. If there is any danger, Wu Dahu can meet him outside. Otherwise, the two people fall into a trap together, which is really not suitable for every day and the land is not working.

Wu Dahu clearly understood this truth, but he was confused when he was concerned. He saw song QingHan follow the man and walk towards the distance, quietly hiding his figure in the shadow and falling at the end.

When song QingHan arrived at a tent that looked very luxurious, a wheelchair slipped out of it slowly. When he saw him, he whispered, "it's really you."