A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 287: Fight For the Beauty

Translator: LiamHW

However, knowing the fact solely shouldn’t be the ultimate solution after all, and they should at least took some actions to tackle the issue. Yet they shouldn’t infuriate the man or adopt some other wrath-incurring tactics.

But the Muhammad’s participation wasn’t beyond their expectation at all.

If they did nothing but witnessed Qingmu Region and the barbarian side to be successfully aligned and related by marriage, their advance would then be strained.

The team kept its marching course while the noise caused by the disturbance quietened down. Probably it was because the men in the frontmost had already accepted the fact.

As they reached the outer edge of the barbarians, two lines of people facing each other in front of them forced them to stop.

Wu Dahu squinted his eyes and whispered, “All the schemed people are out there…”

Mork as well as Utan, even Muhammad and those triplets were standing in front of the team.

Although the people on Qingmu side didn’t know Muhammad and the triplets, they knew the two old acquaintances, Merk and Utan.

Even though the generals did not know their intention at all, all of them heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as Hening was safe and they guarded him to meet with Mork, their mission was completed. As for whether Mork was able to keep Hening stay or not, they would never care.

Mork glanced at Qingmu’s group, and when he saw the man holding Hening as a hostage, he said expressionlessly, “You and I both want him, and neither wants him to reach the other’s hands alive, so why don’t we reach an agreement to kill him though?”

Muhammad was not the least bit surprised by his reaction.

If he was in Mork’s shoes, he did not want a femina stranger from Qingmu Region to get his limbs restrained.

Yet it was a pity to Mork that Muhammad did not share the same idea at all. He not only wanted Hening to stay alive, but to obtain him right in the face of Mork.

He clamped down hard on his horse’s belly and galloped quickly towards the Qingmu party.

Mork, on the other side, squinted his eyes and then waved his big palm in the air, shouting fiercely, “Let’s kill!”

He had not made a move before because it was not yet time to draw swords, and although he did not fear Muhammad’s group at all, they had just recovered from the war with Qingmu and would suffer less damage if they could.

But now, since Muhammad had taken the initiative to provoke them, of course he had to meet them with all his might, otherwise would he not be teased by the people of Qingmu party?

As the barbarians began to move, the guards on Muhammad’s side also put up their own formation, firmly shielding Muhammad in the rear.

If the Qingmu party was to intervene at this point, Muhammad would basically be in a deadlock, but unfortunately Hening was still in the hands of the man in black, so they could only watch and do nothing.

Mork dispatched a branch of the guards to guard him around after he noticed that Muhammad was almost there approaching the accompanying team of Qingmu party, and sprinted towards the direction as well.

The people around him were all elites, and the ones who were defensive were unable to stop them. In the blink of an eye, Mork was in the middle of Qingmu’s procession and was only an arm’s length away from Muhammad.

As Song Qinghan watched from behind, he saw that they were all aiming for Hening, and couldn’t help but feel worried for him.

Wasn’t that a really perilous moment for Hening if both Mork and Muhammad were to fight for him?

Muhammad suddenly strangled his horse and gave a long whistle to the sky, his sharp eagle eyes fixed on Mork, and he shouted aloud, “If you and I were to compare force between, isn’t it something boring?”

With a grim look on face and a glint of gloom in the eyes, Mork said calmly, “As long as you can defeat me, what method anew do you want? Is it possible that you used some creative ways in your escapades back then?”

Since one was a proud loyalty in the barbarian side and the other a fallen nobleman, and logically speaking, it would be quite normal for Muhammad to be infuriated after having his scars ripped open by Mork, but he just smiled casually and raised an eyebrow, “Of course, if there was nothing new, how could I escape from your father’s subordinates? Weren’t you personally involved in my capture back then? How do you feel about that?”

Thinking of the shameful experience of being fooled by Muhammad in the past, Mork was somewhat lost in mind, and he said with an odd expression, “You have reminded me of this, if I still listen to you, I would completely be a fool, wouldn’t I?”

Muhammad unhurriedly took out two sheets of rice paper from his pocket, balled one of them up and threw it into Mork’s arms, and then he uttered in a uncaring tone, “Talking about killing and murdering isn’t the heroic behavior in the face of a beauty, what if you scare him? And even if you want to use force to combat, aren’t you curious about this beauty’s own consideration about whom he would love to pick?”

Merk took a casual glance at He Ning’s carriage, and saw two figures faintly inside, he sneered, mocking, “Oh, really? So do you believe that you yourself are an upright man to threaten him to pick by using your subordinate inside?”

A whistle sounded from Muhammad’s mouth, only to see the curtain of the carriage suddenly flip, and a sturdy figure shot out from it, disappearing in an instant.

“How about now, Your Majesty! Are you satisfied?”

Mork was flattered enough as Muhammad called him ‘Your Majesty’, he glanced again at the Hening’s carriage and then answered in a deep voice, “Well, I’m listening, keep saying.”

Although he did not explicitly agree, a shadow of a smile had appeared on Muhammad’s face as he explained downwards, “To put it bluntly, we are both rough people compared to the distinguished infanta from the Qingmu Region, so naturally we will have to compete on something different, why don’t we pit against each other on paper stuff and in the end the result will be judged by Infanta Hening?”

The reason why there was no stipulation on what was written on the paper was to give Mork the freedom to perform, otherwise if he pushed too hard, Mork would surely just not agree.

After listening to his words, Mork’s eyebrows furrowed slightly and a flash of deep thought passed through his eyes.

It was impossible to say that he was not curious about He Ning’s attitude; after all, it was one thing for the Emperor of Qingmu Region to give the order, but it was another thing for He Ning to think what he thought.

If He Ning could behave in accordance with his wish, he didn’t mind giving Hening the face he deserved, if he didn’t …… Then he could not be blamed for being ruthless.

In just a blink of an eye, he figured out the twists and turns, reached out and unfolded the balled rice paper, raising an eyebrow and asking, “Where’s the writing brush?”

Muhammad laughed and suddenly drew a dagger from his belt, quickly slashed at his index finger and wrote on the yellowing rice paper with the fresh blood.

Merk’s eyes froze, with the feeling that Muhammad had checkmated once in the beginning.

If he followed suit and cut his finger with the dagger, he would fall into a disadvantage in the name of mimicking Muhammad, but if he went to ask someone for a writing brush, he would look too soft, not to mention that by the time the writing brush arrived, Muhammad would probably have finished writing.

Time waited for no one, and after he had thought it through, he leapt at the man behind him and winked, whispering something.

The man quickly followed his orders and when he returned, he was holding a broken finger in his hand.

Merk smiled, and when he saw Muhammad’s cold eyes, he said in a leisurely manner, “Thank you for the gift of the finger, and if that little brother is still alive when we get back, I’ll have to thank him for doing me the big favor.”