C824 The Grand Master Take Turns to Come to My House This Year.

In the evening.

Zhang Jing carried a bowl of medicinal soup and came to his fifth brother's palace.

The fifth brother sniffed the strong burnt smell and frowned, "It's already so thick, can you still drink?"

Zhang Jing said embarrassedly: This morning's medicine was brewed, I was distracted and missed the proper time, but luckily the effects of the medicine were not damaged