Xiaodie's mind instantly flooded into the scene before she fell unconscious.

She looked at the spirit in front of her with some horror.

It's still the same face.

However, the demeanor, the way of dealing with it, and the things that are happening these days are not like words and spirits can do it.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back, and she opened her mouth to meet Shang Yanling's indifferent eyes.

I swallowed back what I was going to say.

Meanwhile.

The carriage stopped and arrived at the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Yan Ling glanced at her and got out of the car with an indifferent expression.

Xiaodie was alone in the carriage, huddled and pale.

By the time she got off the carriage, Feng Chu and Yan Ling had already entered the Drunken Immortal Tower before her.

She had to hurriedly follow, and her slender hand subconsciously touched the medicine that had been placed on her body before.

Some trance eyes flashed a touch of unwillingness.

She struggled to hook up with the prince.

became the quasi-side concubine of the crown prince.

But what about the spirit of words?

didn't do anything, and there were many people who tried their best to please her, just to make Yan Ling look at them more.

Why is the gap between people so big?

Even, now the prince even has to use this kind of indiscriminate means, just to get the spirit of speech.

She's really unwilling!

She gritted her teeth, her expression returned to the same as before, no matter what happened in the carriage, she couldn't mess it up later.

If something goes wrong, the prince will never let her go.

She couldn't let the prince think she was worthless.

Only by helping the crown prince win the throne can she make the prince look down on her!

Upstairs box.

Yan Ling swept around lightly, the layout here is really good, and there is a place to rest next to it, huh? Close the door, and no one knows what's going on inside.

Feng Chu took the initiative to introduce the signature dishes of the Drunken Immortal Building to Yan Ling.

Even if Yan Ling didn't respond, he could still talk endlessly.

It wasn't until Xiaodie walked in that he stopped, his eyes falling on the pot of wine that Xiaodie was holding.

"Changle, don't underestimate this pot of wine, this wine is called Drunken Immortal, even the gods have to get drunk in this wine, and the name of the Drunken Immortal Building also comes from this."

"Have any of the gods ever drunk it?"

Yan Ling asked lightly.

But he choked Feng Chu hard, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Sister Changle is joking again, how can there be immortals in this world?"

If there is really a god, he will ask him to be enthroned as the emperor!

"If you don't have a god but dare to take the word drunken immortal, isn't it a big bully?"

So, why is this kind of drunken immortal of false propaganda still sought after by so many people?

This is a question worth pondering.

The words were chiseled, and a few words fluttered lightly, and Feng Chu was so angry that his face turned blue.

He held the flask, and his mild expression was almost replaced by fierceness.

Even though his face was pale, he still hadn't forgotten the purpose of this time, "Hey, why bother so much? Life is short, it's better to get by, Sister Changle might as well taste this wine first, and then make an evaluation. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he walked up to her and poured her a glass of wine.

The aroma of wine suddenly overflowed and permeated the entire box.

Mellow and sweet, with an endless aftertaste.

Although it can't bear the word drunken immortal, the taste is excellent.

Yan Ling put down his glass.

"It's okay." Her gaze crossed over Butterfly.

In the next moment, Feng Chu also realized something, and he coughed lightly.

Butterfly quickly found a reason to leave.

After all, what will happen later is not suitable for Xiaodie to watch.

The door was tightly closed, Feng Chu's expression was no longer gentle, and he looked at Yan Ling's gaze, which was a little more explicit.