Chapter 131: The Prison Bars Are His Last Bottom Line

"This small one pays respects to the Second Young Master. My name is Chen Guanlou, the same Chen as the Hou Fu, but I am already five generations removed."

Chen Guanlou bowed slightly, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

"I suppose it is five generations removed. Otherwise, how could the Hou Fu agree to you serving in the Heavenly Prison. After all, it is a lowly profession that disgraces the name. Have you read books?" The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng was interested now; his anger seemed to have dissipated a bit, and he was interested in chatting.

"I have read a few books for two years and know a few characters."

"No wonder!" The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng nodded knowingly, "Come in and chat with me for a while."

"This, this is against the rules." Chen Guanlou refused repeatedly, firmly refusing to enter the cell.

Just kidding, the prison bars were his last bottom line.

Seeing his expression, the Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng's extinguished anger suddenly flared up again, and he cursed, "Where did your mind go? I am not that kind of person. Idiot!"

Really?

Chen Guanlou was half-believing.

The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng was furious, actually being questioned by a small prison guard, "I have all kinds of people, why would I covet you? I haven't fallen to the point where I need both the fragrant and the stinking."

This made sense.

But Chen Guanlou still insisted on not entering the cell.

A dignified prison guard, or even a head constable, entering a prison cell?

One must keep a distance from prisoners; this is the rule and the law of survival. Getting too close, be careful of being bitten back.

"Don't come in then." The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng compromised; he just needed someone to talk to, not necessarily someone to enter the cell.

"Thank you, Second Young Master." Chen Guanlou sincerely thanked the other party for not using power to suppress people. Such an easy-to-communicate Imperial Grandson was truly rare!

"Do you think I deserve it?" The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng asked suddenly.

Chen Guanlou:...

"This small one doesn't understand, why does the Young Master have this idea? Pleading for his father is filial piety, how can it be said that he deserves it."

"Do you really think so?" The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng was a bit suspicious, suspecting that he was trying to please himself.

Chen Guanlou said solemnly: "There are things that should be done and things that should not be done. In private, everyone admires the Second Young Master for being able to stand up at this time. Although the result is not very good, the courage is commendable."

Hearing this, Song Yuanzheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, "What's the use of just courage? Isn't it still falling to this point? Is there any wine?"

"Yes. However, it may not suit the Second Young Master's taste. Why not wait until tomorrow morning, and I will go get a pot of top-quality wine."

"No matter! I want to drink now."

Chen Guanlou had no choice but to order the prison guards to get wine, satisfying the Second Young Master's needs first before talking about other things.

Soon, the wine was brought. Chen Guanlou drank a sip in front of him to ensure the wine was not poisoned before sending a pot of wine into the cell.

With wine, although the quality was slightly inferior, it effectively relieved the Second Young Master's anxiety. Being locked in the Heavenly Prison, seemingly calm and prepared to accept all consequences, he was actually panicked inside. With nowhere to vent, he could only get angry at the room full of ornaments.

Taking advantage of the Second Young Master's calmed emotions, Chen Guanlou opened the cell door and let the servants and prison guards rush in to clean up, ensuring that not a single fragment or debris was left.

He had decided that there should be no extra ornaments in the cell.

In case the Second Young Master couldn't think straight and committed suicide secretly, everyone would have to be buried with him. This possibility must be nipped in the bud.

Taking this opportunity to take away all ornaments and all sharp things to ensure the cell was clean, tidy, and safe was good for everyone.

Tomorrow morning, he would also have to talk to the two Fan officials to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Do I look stupid?" The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng looked at Chen Guanlou.

Chen Guanlou secretly waved his hand at several prison guards, letting them all avoid it. The Second Young Master's inner monologue was not suitable for the prison guards to hear, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

The prison guards also didn't want to hear the Imperial Grandson's inner thoughts, and upon receiving permission, they ran away as if they had been granted amnesty.

However, the movement of running was very small and did not disturb the Second Young Master who was wallowing in self-pity.

"If the Second Young Master is upset, drink more wine so you can sleep well at night."

"I haven't slept well for the past two days."

"Changing the environment and not adapting for a while is normal. Some of those criminal officials haven't adapted even after coming for half a year or a year, crying all day long; it's hard to imagine what they looked like in official uniforms."

People, after all, rely on comparison to get inner satisfaction.

Chen Guanlou tried to talk more about the miserable things of other criminal officials to let the Second Young Master think more openly. Must not, must not drill into the horns, must not implicate the hundreds of people in the Heavenly Prison.

"Is that so?" The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, "Compared to them, I'm afraid I'm not much better."

"Young Master is overthinking! Someone like you who can be calm and composed after entering the Heavenly Prison is rare. Others are locked in the Heavenly Prison as if the sky has fallen, and there are many unsightly scenes."

"Who are they? Tell me about it."

"There are many such people. In fact, the most interesting thing about the Heavenly Prison is the C-grade prison, which holds Jianghu thieves. Does the Young Master remember a little thief last year who actually ran to the Princess Mansion to steal?"

Gossip about the ugly things of criminal officials?

Chen Guanlou wasn't crazy, of course he wouldn't do such a thing. He decisively shifted the target of the topic; gossip about Jianghu thieves could be told casually, he could tell it without repeating, ten jin.

Forget about the gossip of criminal officials, it's life-threatening!

He threw out the story of the little thief Kongkong, which successfully attracted the Second Young Master's attention, and with the help of wine, the effect was obvious. The anger was gone, and the hope for life was rekindled. With so many interesting stories not yet finished, he naturally couldn't produce negative thoughts.

"Dead?"

"Dead! Executed immediately!"

"What a pity! This little thief Kongkong is an interesting person. If I had known this person earlier, I would definitely have met him in person."

The Second Young Master Song Yuanzheng became interested and urged Chen Guanlou to say more.

Chen Guanlou simply asked someone to bring a stool and sat in front of the cell door, chatting with the Second Young Master. He transformed into a street master and did emotional soothing work.

He had to serve this master well.

A noble living in the Heavenly Prison was clearly a big trouble. But he couldn't complain. It was really troublesome to death.

Chatting with the Second Young Master until midnight, talking about men, women, and strange stories in the market. Only not talking about the court or officials.

Chatting until midnight, the Second Young Master was finally tired and lay on the bed to sleep.

Chen Guanlou yawned, looked at the time, and it was already curfew outside. He simply slept in the duty room and ordered Xiao Jin, "Remember to call me if anything happens. Tomorrow, go to the street and buy a few newly released storybooks for the Second Young Master."

Young people, I don't believe they don't like reading storybooks, especially those with illustrations, vivid and lifelike storybooks.

If he really can't buy them, he can draw one himself. The sketching foundation he learned when he was a child is still there, and drawing a colored one should be a piece of cake. ===== CHAPTER 132 =====