fell in love with his body

Only then did Feng Chuxuan realize that the two people in front of him were wrong.

So, he explained lightly: "I don't want to attack anyone, nor do I want to commit suicide, I just want to engrave words on the table."

"Heh..." Qiao Junwu felt it was funny, and looked at Feng Chuxuan's calm face, he really didn't look like he was about to commit murder, so he released Feng Chuxuan's hand with confidence.

Qin Fei's heart was still uneasy, he called Feng Chuxuan with trembling voice: "Master..."

"It's okay, Qin Fei, you don't have to worry." Qiao Junwu comforted Qin Fei.

Then, he raised the wolf hair on his own, swayed it, and wrote the prescription in a short while.

"I'm done writing, Qin Fei, take the prescription and go to Yongshuo Pharmacy to get the medicine, so you can make a soup for your young master." Qiao Junwu instructed Qin Fei.

"Yes." Qin Fei responded.

"Wait first..." Feng Chuxuan was still holding the scissors in his hand. He pointed the tip of the scissors to the table, and then came to order Qiao Junwu, "Qiao Junwu, read the prescription, and read it slowly."

"Hmm..." Qiao Junwu twitched the corner of his mouth, and then slowly read out the herbs he had prescribed blindly.

While reading, he watched Feng Chuxuan's behavior.

Feng Chuxuan carved letters on the table with scissors, Qiao Junwu read out a medicinal material, and he carved a name.

Finally, after reading the seven herbs, Feng Chuxuan carved seven lines of characters.

As for his characters, some Qiao Junwu knew, and some he didn't know at all, but they also looked like characters...

"Master, ah, master, you can actually write? How did you learn it?" Qin Fei's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know how to read, he knew that his master's engravings were calligraphy.

Feng Chuxuan was taken aback for a moment, he thought, he understood, just now, Qiao Junwu said that he shouldn't have paper and ink here, just because his deity can't read...

Is he disrupting the living habits of the deity again?

Just as he was thinking, Qiao Junwu added a sentence to the basic point of Qin Fei's topic: "Most of these words are wrong..."

That's right, after this reminder, Feng Chuxuan remembered that this place might be in ancient times, and what he wrote was actually in simplified characters...

How should he explain it?

"Master, when did you learn the characters?" Qin Fei asked after getting restless.

However, Qiao Junwu raised his hand to signal Qin Fei not to break the casserole and ask the end. He said unhurriedly: "Tan Fei, your young master has only just learned to write a few words, why should you make such a fuss."

"Oh..." Seeing that Qiao Junwu didn't take it seriously, Tan Fei felt relieved, it turned out that he was making a fuss over a molehill.

"That's right, Qin Fei, you should learn from Qiao Junwu. Look at him, he's unstoppable, he's so intimidating..." Feng Chuxuan glanced at Qin Fei contemptuously. Although he couldn't see him, his expression was still in place.

Thanks to Qiao Junwu, Feng Chuxuan finally didn't have to rack his brains to find a way to explain himself.

Qiao Junwu said this, but he kept thinking in his heart, Feng Chuxuan kept saying that he had amnesia, and whether he had amnesia, with his own medical skills, he really couldn't detect it.

Qiao Junwu could only be sure that Feng Chuxuan's blindness was real.

But a person with amnesia, since he can't remember anything, he still remembers how to write every word?

But why is he pretending to be amnesia here?

Why did he write down all the herbs?