After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

Feng Lao had a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat.

clean! ?
reputation! ?
They just see each other every day, but now Dalang Wen is honest with the little girl. The little girl's eyes have long been stained, so what innocence and reputation are there! ?
He looked at the two of them.

The two people were obviously blushing, but they didn't dare to look at each other. Who dares to say that Lang Qingqing and concubine have no intentions?
Yo yo.

This matter has not been clarified yet.

Mr. Feng smiled, it was interesting.

"This matter...little girl, don't you want to take responsibility?"

Jiang Wancheng almost jumped up in anxiety: "You, what are you always talking about?"

Mr. Feng chuckled: "You have seen all of Wen Dalang's body, you must be responsible!"

Jiang Wancheng wished he could cover his old man's mouth!

Can you say this clearly? ! ?

what! ! ?
She almost screamed like a woodchuck! ! !
"Lao Feng! When I treat Da Langjun's injuries, I do so as a doctor! Doctors are gender-neutral!"

Old man Feng saw that the little girl was about to pounce on him and scratch him, so he quickly smiled and said: "Okay, okay, my old man is talking nonsense, hehe... Da Lang, right?"

Jiang Wancheng thought to himself: What's that? ?Ask him what he is doing! ?

He even took off the jade pendant because he had the same idea as her.

Their thoughts must be unified: no thoughts! !

Jiang Wancheng looked at Orion firmly, thinking that Orion would try to deal with the matter, but unexpectedly he suddenly raised his head and looked at her.

His eyes were already bright, big and bright, but they were still staring at her tenderly and tenderly at this moment. What Jiang Wancheng saw was a severe blow to his heart.

He... why does he look at her like this?

wait wait wait!
Is he still the rough guy with a rough appearance, dull personality and fierce eyes? !
Why has his personality become more and more strange since he shaved off his beard and trimmed his face?

Could it be that he was also taken away? ! ?
Jiang Wancheng was filled with doubts, but Wen Chaoyan said: "This fact is my responsibility. Please don't embarrass me again."

Jiang Wancheng blinked and realized that it was different from what she thought.

His responsibility?

What is his responsibility?
Make it clear! !

Anxious to death.

Jiang Wancheng's brows tightened and relaxed, and he stared at Wen Chaoyan repeatedly, but the hunter avoided her gaze and refused to explain clearly in front of Mr. Feng.

Jiang Wancheng had no choice but to hold back the urge to ask clearly for the time being.

However, Mr. Feng didn't catch them joking anymore. Jiang Wancheng was temporarily relieved and thought to himself: Is this matter temporarily over?
Mr. Feng finally returned to the topic and asked Jiang Wancheng the purpose of the bent needle.

"When the wound is too deep, it can be used to close it with one stitch."

However, this is modern technology. In ancient times, wounds should have been sutured, but curved needles had not yet been developed.

Sure enough, Mr. Feng greatly praised this.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! How on earth did you come up with this idea?"

Jiang Wancheng did not dare to apply this method to himself, and only said: "Feng Lao Muzan, of course I did not come up with such a great invention."

"But I also forgot what miscellaneous book I saw it in. But when I saw Da Langjun's wound, the idea suddenly came to mind. I just gave it a try. Fortunately, it really works."

Mr. Feng did not doubt what she had made up.

After all, Jiang Wancheng used to have a blank slate in terms of medical skills. It is impossible for her to suddenly think of this needle bending method.

But she seemed obsessed with those medical books when she was in the Bamboo House.

"I've seen the stitching you used to suture Dalang's wound. It's very beautiful!"

"However, you can also think of taking the various pills I gave you before from the fire, and then using them as ointments to apply to him... Although these methods are reckless, they are indeed ways to save people."

Jiang Wancheng was a little embarrassed when he received the praise from Mr. Feng.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng suddenly changed the topic and said: "Little girl, you see that you have some medical talent. Do you want to learn from me?"

Jiang Wancheng was startled. "Making, making poison?"

Elder Feng said with a 'hehe' smile: "Although I want to find someone to inherit the mantle, you are not suitable to be a poison master. You should be a healer. I think you are quite talented."

Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Mr. Feng also explained: "Although I am a poison king, even with my ability, it is more than enough to teach you medical skills. Do you want to learn it or not!?"

With such a good thing, how could Jiang Wancheng have any reason to refuse?

Moreover, she was reading medical books a few days ago and was indeed very interested in traditional Chinese medicine.

So I immediately knelt down and became a disciple.

"The disciple has seen the master."

Mr. Feng stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Hahahaha... Okay, okay! I didn't expect that I could still have a disciple when I'm over fifty."

"Okay, little girl...oh, no, disciple, get up quickly!"

Feng Laojiang Jiang Wancheng helped him up.

The two of them became masters and apprentices in a straightforward and quick manner.

This speed... even Wen Chaoyan on the side was stunned.

Isn’t this apprenticeship scene a little shabby and sloppy?

However, seeing that both of them were happy, Wen Chaoyan chose to shut up appropriately.

Because, in his opinion, Jiang Wancheng would definitely be worthy of becoming his master.

Although it seems to him that he is acting on a whim, once you become a master, you will be your master for life, and Mr. Feng will never be able to run away in this life.

Jiang Wancheng was still confused and quickly said his name: "Since I have become a master, master will call me by my name from now on. My disciple's name is Jiang Wancheng, you can call me whatever you want."

The way Mr. Feng looked at her suddenly became a little more loving: "In that case, I'll call you Cheng'er!"

Wen Chaoyan on the side murmured in his heart: Cheng'er...

When he was young, he also called her that.

And what did she call him then?
Wen Chaoyan fell into memories. Here, Feng Lao looked at Jiang Wancheng and became more and more satisfied.

His little disciple not only looks pretty and looks good when presented with food, but the food he cooks is so delicious. He is really dignified.

Indeed, he liked Jiang Wancheng very much from the first sight.

In his later years, he accepted a disciple and even accepted one whom he loved very much. Mr. Feng was very happy.

He immediately dug through his clothes and took out a gold sign.

"This is the first gadget my master has given you. Please accept it."

"Gold? So precious!?"

Jiang Wancheng didn't dare to answer, and Mr. Feng stared at her: "The elders have given me principles that I dare not refuse. Do you still need me to teach you?"

Jiang Wancheng quickly stretched out his hands to take it in panic.

This small sign is heavy in your hand, and there are words on it: Yuanjiu Yipai.

What is the origin of this?
Jiang Wancheng felt that he might have really become a disciple of an extraordinary person.

Unfortunately, she had too little contact with Mr. Feng in her previous life, so she didn't know his origins clearly.

In this life, there is such a connection...

Destiny is truly magical.

However, with such a precious apprenticeship ceremony, Jiang Wancheng felt a little guilty.

"If master discovers that I am actually stupid one day...will he dislike me?"

Mr. Feng: "How could it be? Your cooking is so delicious."

Jiang Wancheng:......

So, are you still more interested in her cooking skills?