Protector General's Mansion, Chang'an Courtyard.

The next day, it's 4:15 in the morning.

Before dawn, the oil lamps in the courtyard were on, and the servants were busy going back and forth, but they didn't make any noise. Their hands and feet were very nimble, and it was an orderly scene.

Maidong carried the washbasin and entered the bedroom. At this time, Song Shaoqin had already put on his court clothes. He never liked to put his hands on others for such personal matters, and did not want anyone to get too close to him.

"Second Master, the hot water is ready."

Maidong reminded him in a low voice, and then he poured another cup of scalding hot tea into the teacup. There was also a bowl of Sichuan scallops and bird's nests stewed on the table, which was steaming at the moment.

"Yes." Song Shaoqin responded in a low voice. After confirming that his clothes were correct, he turned around and prepared to wash his face.

After Maidong saw his master's face clearly, he took a breath and asked eagerly, "Second Master, did you not have any rest last night? Or did you get sick again?"

Otherwise, everything was fine when I came back yesterday, but why did my face look worse after a night's rest? There was even a dark black under the eyelids?

This is obviously a symptom of not getting enough rest!

And the second master's body has been relatively fragile since he was a child, so it's a big deal if he doesn't get enough rest.

Thinking of this, Ophiopogon knelt on the ground with a thud, and said with great self-blame, "It's all my fault that I slept so hard last night that I didn't pay attention to the sound in the house. It's my fault.

..."

"Okay, get up and mind your own business."

Song Shaoqin twisted the face towel in his hand and interrupted the other party's words lightly.

He knew that he would not look good today. After all, he was so excited last night that he stopped at around midnight (eleven o'clock in the night). It has only lasted five hours now. In the past, the latest he had was at midnight (late night).

He took a rest around nine o'clock. More than seven hours of sleep was enough for him to regain his energy.

In addition, his body bones were already a bit weak, so his complexion was inevitably a little worse.

As for the reason for his bad complexion, he naturally knows it best.

After he received the self-defense flashlight last night, he couldn't help but play with it for a long time, turning it on and off, off and on again, and even tried it himself.

He heard that this flashlight could also be used as a self-defense weapon, so he tried it one by one. Sure enough, the white light seemed soft and harmless, but if it met someone's eyes, even if it was just a light sweep, it would instantly

You may feel discomfort in your eyes.

There is also a small mechanism hidden at the top of the flashlight. When you press it, several iron thorns will pop out. Although they are not the kind of small spikes that can cause wounds, the iron thorns are very hard and can cause certain injuries if hit on the head.

pain.

After carefully studying the flashlight, he started chatting with Miss Xia on the other end using the recorder.

At first, he just wanted to express his gratitude and then ask some questions about the future. Who knew that with this opening, they couldn't stop talking, and they became more and more enthusiastic.

He told a lot of anecdotes about the Eastern Chu Kingdom, and Miss Xia also talked about a lot of trivial things about her life, but he still listened with interest and did not feel bored at all.
Chapter completed!