At this time, the white tiger who was asleep holding the threshold didn't feel her passing by at all, and Jing Han walked out of the Chang Tilt Hall aimlessly, his eyes glazed and his soul along the way.

She wore a white shirt with her hair scattered. From a distance, it looks like a ghost is floating, and Gong'e, who is passing by, is really startled.

"Do you think it's a fairy or a ghost?" Gong E narrowed her eyes and patted the shoulder of another Gong E.

"Ahh Gong E was dumbfounded, "This, this, this... Hell. ”

Seeing Jinghan gradually approaching in their direction.

"Run, run, run." One of the palace ladies grabbed the other's hand and ran quickly, not caring about the falling things.

Hearing their screams and the things scattered on the ground that made noises, Jing Han reacted: "Am I really like a ghost?" ”

She brushed away the hair that covered her face in front of her and conjured a mirror in her hand.

"I was shocked when I saw this appearance myself."

The tears from the tears that I had just cried not long ago still lingered on my face, adding a sense of fear to my already pale countenance. She hurriedly wiped her face with her sleeve.

She looked up at the full moon in the sky at this time, and remembered the scene of Zeyu and her admiring the moon on the mountain in the past, when they snuggled up to each other and told how beautiful the words in their hearts were.

"Affectionate only has the spring court month, and it is still a flower that leaves people." Jing Han muttered, and with a wave of his big hand, the flowers fell from the sky desolate and sadly, and quietly disappeared on the ground.

As she walked, the smell of wine filled the air, filling her nostrils.

Jinghan teleports to the cellar according to the aroma, and rows of neat wine bottles are placed on the shelves, marking the year and month of production, and what kind of wine, which is dazzling.

She chose the strongest mellow immortal brew and unknowingly left all the remaining mellow immortal brew without anyone knowing.

"Now you can get drunk, and when you're drunk, you forget everything." She sighed.

Back in her room, she sat down in a chair and a few bottles of mellow brew were presented on the table.

She opened a bottle and took a sip and said, "The mellow immortal brew is really a unique taste. ”

Jing Han opened his mouth and took one sip after another, and poured wine into his body one bottle after another.

"The verses of mortals say, one drink relieves a thousand sorrows, and then drinks to forget worries. But why do I get more and more sober the more I drink? She wondered, staring at the empty bottle in front of her with red eyes.

Jing Han shook the remaining bottle of mellow immortal brew, there was less than half a bottle left, so she opened her mouth and continued to pour it into her mouth.

"Good wine, good wine." Jing Han muttered repeatedly, after drinking a few bottles, her hands and feet were soft, the wine bottle swayed in her hand and slowly slid to the ground, she also pillowed on her elbow and closed her eyes, completely unaware of when she fell asleep.

After Yi Ying finished taking the Earth's Heart Fire Zhi, he rushed back to the Changtian Palace, and the three major Divine Herbs, the Eight-petal Fairy Orchid, the Gathering Spirit Grass and the Earth's Heart Fire Zhi appeared in his hands.

As long as the effects of these three divine herbs are mixed together to make an elixir, the broken fairy spirit can be repaired.

Three kinds of divine grass floated in the air, and Yi Ying sat cross-legged on the ground and cast spells. They gradually gathered together, and he took a petal from the true golden lotus and fused it into it, making it from the golden elixir between the electric and flint.

Yi Ying gasped for breath and said intermittently: "Jinghan is saved." ”

He looked out the window and said, "Is it so late?" Then he put the elixir in the medicine bottle and prepared for her to take it tomorrow.

Jinghan was drunk and fell asleep until the next morning, and Yiying couldn't wait to give it to her early in the morning.

He knocked on the door: "Jinghan, are you awake?" ”

No matter how much he knocked on the room, there was still no movement.

Feeling faintly uneasy, he pushed open the door to find Jing Han lying on the table with his hands hanging down, the floor filled with wine bottles and the smell of wine in the air.

"How can you be so drunk?"

Yi Ying picked her up horizontally, and she kept muttering Zeyu's name in her mouth.

"Zeyu... Zeyu"

"What a sin."

He placed Jinghan on the couch and was about to pull out his hand to get up, when she opened her eyes and mistakenly thought it was Zeyu.

In a dream, he grabbed Yiying's neck and raised his head and kissed him on the lips.

Yi Ying froze, his hands frozen in the air. As Jing Han pulled him down and wanted to go further, Yi Ying grabbed her slender wrist.

"Jinghan, I'm the master." He said coldly.

"Master? Is he back? Jinghan knocked her dazed head, and she frowned, "I feel like there's a fire burning in my body." ”

Yi Ying stretched out his hand to take her pulse: "Mellow immortal brewing is a spirit, and drinking too much can easily lead to disorder of immortal qi in the body. ”

He quickly performed a calming technique, and a steady stream of immortal qi entered her body, only in this way could Jinghan not be so uncomfortable.