Chapter 59: Adapting to Life

"Well, since that's the case, then you can get up." Shan Zhuokun saw that Xia He agreed to his request, and immediately smiled. Then, he looked sideways at Chunxue, "Chunxue, what are you still doing there stupidly?" It's cold on the ground, why don't you hurry up and help Xia He up? ”

"Oh."

Chunxue listened to Mr. urging herself, and hurriedly came to Xia He's front and reached out to help her up. Then, under Shan Zhuokun's gaze, he whispered a few words to Xia He.

"Okay, I'm sleepy, you guys should retreat first." After Shan Zhuokun finished speaking, he yawned loudly.

Xia Hefang was comforted by Chunxue, and his emotions had calmed down. At this moment, seeing that the master was going to sleep, he hurriedly smiled and said:

"If you are sleepy, sir, rest quickly. The slave maid and the spring snow will always stay outside at night, if there is something, they can be greeted at any time. ”

Shan Zhuokun nodded, leaned down and picked up a quilt covered with silk satin, turned around and handed it to Chunxue, and said with pity:

"I just came in and looked at the bed outside, and it was so cold. You are a girl's family, and your body is thin. It's so cold, you can use this quilt. ”

Xia He and Chun Xue have been maids for so many years, and they have never seen their masters so sympathetic to their subordinates. I didn't expect that the new master had just arrived today, and he had been treated so well, and he didn't know what to say for a while. However, after a long time of shirking, Shan Zhuokun still insisted on such behavior. In the end, they could only accept it half-pushing.

"Alright, go to bed, I'll have to wake up early tomorrow morning." Shan Zhuokun said while stretching his waist, "By the way, do you have an alarm clock here?" If you have one, give me one. ”

Even though he said this, those who understood it also knew that it was nothing more than empty words.

Unlike most young people in the modern city, Shan Zhuokun's head is unprecedentedly big. Others would wake up naturally after eight hours of sleep, but he would have to sleep twelve hours before he could lazily get out of bed. In addition, because I am a freelancer, there is no pressure to clock in and out of work, so it is common to sleep all day.

Therefore, let alone one alarm clock, even if ten alarm clocks vibrate together, he may not be able to get up.

However, Chunxue and Xia He still took Shan Zhuokun's words seriously. As soon as they heard the word alarm clock, their faces showed puzzled expressions at the same time. Obviously, this strange object has never appeared in previous life experiences.

"Alarm clock? What's that? Chunxue asked in surprise.

Shan Zhuokun secretly screamed 'Damn' in his heart, he was really drunk, and he forgot that it was more than a thousand years ago. However, since the maids asked themselves, it would not be good if he did not answer, so he patted his head heavily with his hand, and said casually:

"It's nothing, it's just a timekeeping object."

After explaining, Shan Zhuokun couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart. Let's see, or I'm good at improvising. What a precise language, but a simple sentence to the center of the matter, far better than going there to explain for most of the day.

"Oh, I see, Sir must have said an hourglass." Although Xia He couldn't understand Shan Zhuokun's words, since he talked about timing, it should be an hourglass.

Hourglass......?!

Shan Zhuokun's mind couldn't help but think of the big black iron pot in the courtyard and the sand that kept leaking down from the center of the pot. I remember that Yu Chi Baolin told him that it seemed to be an hourglass.

Seriously, Shan Zhuokun really despised this rough production process of the ancients. Although modern society also has hourglasses, it is definitely not in this shape. It is made of glass and has two layers, and it is exquisitely like a handicraft. The sand that keeps leaking down all the time gives people a beautiful appreciation.

"Do you all use hourglasses for timekeeping here?" Shan Zhuokun said suspiciously.

To be honest, he was a little flattering about the accuracy of the time.

"That's right." Chunxue raised her head and said with great interest, "And this hourglass is also quite accurate." Sir, don't worry, tomorrow morning, the slaves and maids will call you on time, so that you can go to the court with General Wei Chi. ”

Midnight......?!

Shan Zhuokun suddenly showed a loveless appearance, if this is placed in modern times, that is, three or four o'clock in the morning. No wonder there is an allusion to the smell of chickens dancing, now that I think about it, I'm afraid that this person got up earlier than the chicken.

Hey, I don't know what moths will come next? How can I get through the pity?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

After all, it is the first time to go to the court, and Shan Zhuokun, as a 'new employee of Datang', still wants to work hard to do a good job, so as not to leave a handle for future colleagues. If he does other things wrong because he doesn't understand the situation, it will be forgotten, but if he falls headlong into sleep, and since then he has the title of the god of sleep, I'm afraid that his old face doesn't know where to put it anymore.

In this way, Shan Zhuokun couldn't sleep all night, constantly tossing and turning in bed, like a big cake that was put into a cake pan.

However, people are not as good as heaven, but when it came to the second watch, under the impetus of huge sleepiness, he really fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, half-asleep and half-awake, Shan Zhuokun only felt a fragrance wafting from nowhere into his nostrils in a trance, and the cells in his body exploded with great joy, cheering and hugging the fragrance.

He opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see Yu Chi Baolin standing in front of him with a bowl of rice with vegetables. As if to make the smell more obvious, the other party couldn't help fanning the wind with his hands.

"Yo, Shangxian, awake?" Seeing Shan Zhuokun open his eyes and look at himself, Yu Chi Baolin quipped, "Hurry up, didn't you say you wanted to eat venison rice yesterday?" Look, how good I am, I'll have someone do it for you early in the morning. ”

Shan Zhuokun got up from the bed with a bone, when he came back last night, he did mention to Yu Chi Baolin that he wanted to eat braised pork rice, he thought that the other party would treat this request as drunken words, but he didn't expect to remember it after waking up.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly gave birth to a trace of emotion.

However, as soon as he took the bowl, Shan Zhuokun was a little dumbfounded. I saw that in the bowl was a huge piece of medium-rare venison. Since it is not fully cooked, it is still covered with thin blood streaks. When you bite into it, it's a little harder than wood.

"General Wei Chi, my brother wants braised meat, not venison." Shan Zhuokun complained, "Besides, you just want to make venison, please have to cook it better, how can you eat it like this?" ”

Yu Chi Baolin knew that he was wrong, but since it was already like this, he didn't bother to explain. After hearing the other party's complaints, he suddenly widened his eyes and said loudly:

"What is the deer? You think you're talking about tongue twisters. Let me tell you, that's the only one, if you don't eat it, then you'll be hungry. ”

"You ......" Shan Zhuokun was almost mad by Yu Chi Baolin's arrogance, but as soon as he said this word, the following words were suffocated by him.

Because he wants to live in the other party's house, no matter how big the resentment in his heart is, he can only uphold the convention that people have to bow their heads under the low eaves, and do not say a word, just eat depressed with their heads down.

Who knows, Yu Chi Baolin is a person who can't see the height of his eyebrows, and he doesn't know the other party's mind at all. Still urging uncontrollably: "Eat quickly, eat quickly, when you finish eating, I have to give you some palace etiquette." Today is your first time in court, but you must behave well. ”

When Shan Zhuokun heard this, the anger in his heart suddenly stopped. Just about to put down the chopsticks and criticize them. Unexpectedly, he was stuck in his throat by a mouthful of venison that he didn't have time to swallow, and he was suddenly suffocated and his face was flushed, and he coughed violently.