At this time, Bai Hu, who was sleeping on the threshold, didn't feel her passing by at all. Jing Han walked out of the Changqing Hall aimlessly, her eyes dull and distracted along the way.
She was wearing a white shirt and had her hair down. Looking from a distance, it looked like a ghost floating around. Gong E who passed by here was really frightened.
"Do you think that's a fairy or a ghost?" Gong E narrowed her eyes and patted another Gong E's shoulder.
"Ah." Gong E was dumbfounded, "This, this, this... ghosts."
Jinghan was seen gradually approaching in their direction.
"Run, run." One of the palace ladies took the other's hand and ran quickly, not caring about the things that fell.
Hearing their screams and the noisy things scattered on the ground, Jinghan finally realized: "Do I really look like a ghost?"
She pushed away the hair that was covering her face and created a mirror in her hand.
"I would be shocked to see this look."
The tears from crying not long ago still remained on his face, adding a sense of fear to his already pale face. She quickly wiped her face with her sleeve.
She looked up at the bright full moon in the sky, and recalled the past scene of Ze Yu and her admiring the moon on the mountain. At that time, they cuddled together and told each other how beautiful it was.
"The moon in the spring garden is only as sentimental as falling flowers for someone who has left." Jing Han muttered, and with a wave of her big hand, the falling flowers fell from the sky desolately and sadly, and disappeared quietly on the ground.
As she walked, suddenly bursts of wine fragrance filled the air and filled her nose.
Jinghan teleported to the wine cellar based on the scent. Rows of neat bottles were placed on the shelves, marked with the year and month of production and the type of wine. It was dazzling.
She selected the strongest brew and took all the rest without anyone knowing.
"Now I can get really drunk. When I'm drunk, I forget everything." She said with emotion.
Back in her room, she sat on a chair, and several bottles of nectar were placed on the table.
She opened a bottle and took a sip and said, "Chenxian Brewing really has a unique taste."
Jinghan opened her mouth and poured wine into her body one after another.
"A mortal poem says that one drink can relieve a thousand worries, and drink again to forget them. But why do I become more sober as I drink?" She was confused, staring at the empty wine bottle in front of her with red eyes.
Jinghan shook the remaining bottle of Fairy Brew. There was less than half of the bottle left, so she opened her mouth and continued to take a big gulp.
"Good wine, good wine." Jinghan muttered repeatedly. After drinking several bottles, her hands and feet were soft from the drink. The bottle swayed in her hand and slowly fell to the ground. She also pillowed it on her arm. He closed his eyes and had no idea when he fell asleep.
After Yi Yao took the Earth Core Fire Seed, he rushed back to the Changqing Hall. In his hands appeared the three sacred grasses, the Eight-petal Fairy Orchid, the Spirit-Gathering Grass and the Earth Core Fire Seed.
Just mix the effects of these three sacred herbs together to make an elixir that can repair a broken fairy spirit.
Three sacred herbs floated in the air, and Yi Yao 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, creating an elixir made of sparkling gold among the lightning.
Yi Yao gasped for air and said intermittently: "Jing Han is saved."
He looked out the window and asked, "Is it so late?" Then he put the elixir into a medicine bottle and prepared it for her to take tomorrow.
Jinghan was drunk and fell into a coma until the next morning. Yi Yao couldn't wait to give it to her early in the morning.
He knocked on the door: "Jinghan, are you awake?"
No matter how many times he knocked inside the room, there was still no movement.
He felt vaguely uneasy and opened the door to find Jinghan lying on the table with her hands hanging down. The floor was full of wine bottles and the smell of alcohol in the air.
"Why are you so drunk?"
Yi Yao picked her up, and she kept murmuring Ze Yu's name.
"Ze Yu...Ze Yu"
"What a crime."
He placed Jinghan on the couch and was about to take out his hand and get up, when suddenly she opened her eyes and mistakenly thought it was Ze Yu.
As if in a dream, she held Yi Yao's neck and raised her head to kiss his lips.
Yi Yao was stunned, his hands frozen in the air. When Jinghan pulled him down and wanted to take a step further, Yi Yao held her slender wrist.
"Jinghan, I am master." He said coldly.
"Master? Is he back?" Jinghan knocked on her dizzy head, and suddenly she frowned, "I feel like there is a fire burning in my body."
Yi Yao stretched out his hand to take her pulse: "Chenxian Brewing is inherently strong alcohol. Drinking too much can easily lead to disorder of the immortal energy in the body."
He quickly cast a calming spell and injected a steady stream of immortal energy into her body. Only in this way could Jinghan feel less uncomfortable.
