Zhang Fubao couldn't help laughing, feeling a little like laughing: "No way? Why did he get drunk? I'm so savage... What kind of immortal is this? Immortal in wine?"

She knew that Zi Feng liked to go downstairs to watch dramas, and he memorized the word "Nezha's Sea" and somehow became a drunk pill. He was drunk and said nonsense. But after all, he was a playmate since childhood. She couldn't feel at ease. She hurriedly chased after him and went to the outsider.

Yang Ling, wearing a white robe with arrow sleeves, had just danced a sword technique in the middle hall garden on the side of the "Huxiantang". The environment here is elegant, with a strange rock beside him, and the words "Tao Zhiqingxu" are written on it. The middle hall garden is not very big, but it is connected to the middle hall, the back hall, the patio, and the wing room, the bluestone paving the floor, and the carved beams and painted buildings between the four walls, which are magnificent.

Yang Ling breathed for a while and was about to return to the VIP room when he saw a little Taoist priest with a red face coming over the past two days in the mansion, he also knew that this little Taoist boy who could enter and exit the Tianshi Mansion at will was the playmate who grew up with Xiao Tianshi Fu Bao, but this little Taoist boy knew his identity and was very well-behaved. How could he come out by singing opera lyrics in the Tianshi Mansion?

He was wondering about the kung fu. When Zi Feng saw him standing in court with a sword in his hand, he was shocked and angry and said, "Ao Guang, are you bullying me again?"

Yang Ling looked around and looked puzzled, but saw Zi Feng approaching him with a step on the platform and sang: "You said I will pay for my life, I will pay for it, who will pay for it? Now that I will pay for it, I will pay for it, who will pay for it? Since this matter is with me, I will take it, who will? How can a man do it? Why bother me? This behavior can be called the Dragon King!"

He said something further, and Yang Ling took a step back. At this time, he also smelled the smell of Zi Feng's mouth. He knew that the servant of the path was drunk and was crazy about drinking. Just as he was laughing at him, Zhang Fubao ran out with a black and white cat face. When he saw Zi Feng, he quickly pulled it and smiled at Yang Ling: "He...he is drunk, don't blame him, don't blame him."

Zifeng Daofu still refused to give up, and opened his drunken eyes and shouted, "Who are you?"

Zhang Fubao pinched his nose and covered his alcohol and said, "I...I am Jinxia Boy, your senior brother, hurry up, come with me, Master is looking for you."

Zifeng looked carefully with his eyes straight, and the person in front of him was indeed familiar. He believed her words and said, "Ah! Did the master tell me to go? That's a big delay. Senior brother, let's drive the clouds and go back to the mountain quickly."

Zhang Fubao was both hated and angry, and accompanied Zifeng back to Piaomiao Temple. The archer saw that it was Miss Zhang's trouble, so he couldn't say anything. He hurriedly called several apprentices to help Zifeng into the temple. Seeing that he was just drunk, he fed him two pots of cold tea and fell asleep on the kang. Only then did Zhang Fubao return home with confidence.

Zhang Fubao returned to the mansion. But he saw Yang Ling sitting in the main hall of the "Huxian Hall". He saw her figure who wanted to dodge by, and called out, "Fubao, come here!"

Xiao Fubao pouted, walked into the middle hall with anger, glanced at him and said, "You call him the name of his boudoir? Lord Duke, men and women will not be able to get along with each other."

Yang Ling sat in a steady state with a teacup. He crossed his legs and smiled and said, "Do you know whether men and women should be sympathetic? No matter what, your brother and I are extremely good brothers. He is not at home, and I have to take care of things that are not pleasant to you."

Yang Ling's tone slowed down and said, "Fu Bao, you are not young now, you have grown into a big girl. You have to know how to avoid suspicion. Look at how you look now, it seems like you have just crawled out of a stove pit. It's okay, but you're drunk with a little Taoist priest. How bad is it to spread it?"

Zhang Fubao flushed, but he couldn't tell him about practicing the immortal pill.

Yang Ling didn't want to embarrass her too much, but just gave a brief comment: "Southern, Zhang and North Kong are all famous families who have been popular for thousands of years. As a member of the Zhang family, it doesn't matter if you are more lively. But you should not get along with men often, especially alcoholism, which is even more unfair. When a girl's family makes it difficult to turn back once she makes a mistake."

When Zhang Fubao heard that he said so unbearable, he seemed to be worried that he would do something insulting to the family, so he couldn't help but get angry. Fortunately, Yang Ling said a few words and said. He put down the teacup and stood up and said, "I'm back, Fubao, Brother, these words are all for your own good. I hope you can think about it carefully."

Zhang Fubao grimaced at his back as he left Shiran, and she sat in the chair angrily for a while. Zi Feng was drunk today when he wanted to fool this timid guy who was as timid as a mouse and continued to test the medicine. But how could he be frustrated by the great cause of becoming an immortal?

His eyes rolled. Zhang Fubao suddenly remembered Yang Ling, who had just been arrogant and arrogant, and he was scolded by her. This monster cat of Di Jiu Life is a good medicine cauldron to try medicine. If he fails, he will suffer a little, he will be treated as a lesson. If he succeeds... he will be treated as a favor to him. I, Zhang Fubao, clearly has the grudges of my gratitude. I didn't know how to repay me for the sake of saving me.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fubao jumped up happily and rushed towards the Danfang again.

Unfortunately, the precious medicinal materials stolen from my brother were used up again, and Zhang Fubao immediately ran to the back house. Seeing that her baby daughter came to search for the Tianshi's medicine box again, her mother couldn't help but worry: "Daughter, what pills are you practicing? These medicinal materials are extremely expensive and rare medicinal materials. You are about to catch them all, be careful that your brother will punish you when he comes back."

While searching for medicine on the single side, Zhang Fubao said indifferently: "No, my brother doesn't dare to do anything to me. When he comes back, I will say that it will be done for the Duke to make tonics? Can he still chase Yang Ling? "

She finished the medicine and saw that there was not enough left in the medicine box, which was no longer enough to practice again. She couldn't help but look at a group of old medicine boxes of red sandalwood in the corner of the wall.

Her mother said in a terrified voice: "What are you going to do? That's the medicine box left by your father. Only your brother has the key, so you can't touch it randomly."

Zhang Fubao smiled and said, "Don't worry, this medicine is enough for me to refine it again. I won't touch it now. Mom, I have something to do, let's go first!"

Zhang Fubao carried his pocket and left, leaving only her mother sighing helplessly, shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"What is this? Isn't it black or yellow?" Yang Ling stirred it with a spoon for a few times, then sniffed it with his nose: "It smells like a fishy smell, is it a sesame paste or oil tea noodles?"

"This... this is the medicinal food I cooked, a big tonic, uh... This is the first time I did it. Last time I heard the lesson of the Duke of China, the little girl thought it was true. She originally wanted to learn to be a female red girl, but her fingers hurt so much. I thought I should learn cooking first. This is the first pot of soup I successfully cooked after many failures. I tasted the ground. Although it didn't smell good, it was okay to eat it, so I brought it to the Duke of China to try it."

Zhang Fubao said timidly, fearing that he would not take it. This time, the two pills were refined successfully. In order to make Yang Ling take it without any doubt, she used the medicine to fix it on the pill. She smashed it with a brick for a long time before smashing the two "golden elixirs" that were more solid than iron stone and rinsed it into a paste with boiling water. She had some effort.

Yang Ling looked at the black and gray that had not been wiped clean on her face, and felt a little moved. This girl...is still not bad in nature. She looked gray last time. She probably had a special liking for cooking. The drunk Taoist priest was probably drunk when he tried the dishes she cooked.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling showed off his style as a big brother, smiled and nodded, "Okay, very good, haha, then I'll try your cooking skills."

He stirred for a while, then scooped up a spoonful of black and sucked it into his mouth. Zhang Fubao stared at his bright eyes and said, "How is it?"

"Um? Well... well... Not bad. It seems to have a bitter taste as soon as you taste it carefully, but it seems to have a faint fragrance. I guess if it wasn't for the heat that was too strong and the ground was soaked, the taste would have been sweeter."

Zhang Fubao didn't care about the taste, she was concerned about the effect of the medicine. When she heard Yang Ling say that the taste was good, she hurriedly said, "Then you eat it quickly, haha, my hard work was not in vain."

"It's really bad! But... if I eat it all, this girl will be encouraged and may become a girl who makes good dishes in the future. She can have excellent cooking skills and finally have the ability to talk about the past after marrying a wife."

Thinking of this, Yang Ling nodded with anger, quickly poured the bowl of bitter, salty and black porridge, and then quickly took a few sips of tea.

Zhang Fubao looked him up and down, and after waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help but say: "Duke Yang, how do you think?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "It's not bad. I've drunk it all. It's already pretty good to make it like this for the first time."

Zhang Fubao patted his forehead and said in confusion: "After you...drink, you don't feel anything else?"

Yang Ling said, "What does it feel like? It's just the feeling of drinking porridge." He slowly picked up the teacup, sipped the tea, and looked at the talisman with a smile, his eyes full of admiration.

Zhang Fubao was a little furious: "How could there be no reaction? Could it be that soaking in boiling water will lose the medicinal properties of the elixir?"
Chapter completed!