Chapter 138: Heart-Pounding

Chen Guanlou first sighed that the Wang Fu's style is really big! This is just seeing the Grand Steward, if you want to meet the Prince, wouldn't you have to wait three or five days.

Immediately, he pulled Prison Clerk Fan to stand up, bowed and saluted, doing enough etiquette. Can't let people pick out faults in the details.

"Seen Steward Ping, Steward Ping is safe. This small one is Heavenly Prison prison guard Chen Guanlou, this is Prison Clerk Fan. We two are ordered by the Second Young Master to send a letter. The Second Young Master specifically instructed that the letter must be handed personally to Steward Ping."

After saying that, he took out the letter that had been warmed in his arms and handed it over with both hands.

The servant took the letter and placed it by Steward Ping's hand.

Steward Ping didn't rush to open the letter, but sized up Chen Guanlou and the two with great interest. Listening to the introduction, obviously Chen Guanlou is a subordinate, and Prison Clerk Fan is a superior.

However, looking at their style of conduct, Prison Clerk Fan is instead living below, listening to everything from a prison guard.

A bit strange.

Steward Ping chuckled, "Is the Second Young Master okay in the Heavenly Prison?"

"Labor Steward Ping to worry, the Second Young Master is all good."

"These words are not true!" Steward Ping looked at the two with a smile, "This Prison Clerk Fan, why don't you speak? Could it be that you are dumb?"

Prison Clerk Fan was suddenly named, startled to the point of almost jumping up, after being reminded by Chen Guanlou, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, "This small one has seen Steward Ping."

"So it's not dumb!" Steward Ping smiled and sized him up. His smile made people feel no warmth at all, but instead had a kind of tension of being stared at by an old fox, like being on one's back.

Prison Clerk Fan was uncomfortable all over, very nervous, "This small one, this small one... this small one is too nervous."

"Is it? How come this servant thinks you are guilty, could it be that you did something wrong and were caught by others?"

"No, no!" Prison Clerk Fan denied it, waving his hands in a panic, his face pale with panic.

There is no silver three hundred taels here.

Chen Guanlou couldn't bear to look, and lowered his head silently.

He had to doubt Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan's intention of sending Prison Clerk Fan to take a trip to the Wang Fu, could it be that he really wanted to borrow a knife to kill? What about him, could it be that he is also on the list of being killed?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking left and right, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan had no reason to kill him. If it was to seal the mouth, then so many prison guards, could it be that they all had to be killed? The Second Young Master didn't pursue it anymore, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan didn't have to do this.

Even if Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan was really crazy and intended to kill all the insiders, he should wait until the Second Young Master left the Heavenly Prison before doing it. Doing it now, the eating was too ugly, and it was hard to guarantee that the Second Young Master would not be disgusted and ask for his life in one word.

Thinking about it, Chen Guanlou could only think that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan was trying to grind Prison Clerk Fan. Causing such a big disaster, delusional about waiting for the matter to end while eating and waiting to die, there is no such cheap thing in the world. Must suffer heavy torture, the double torture of body and spirit, to be able to vent anger.

At this moment, Prison Clerk Fan is suffering mental torture, any look from Steward Ping can make him heart-pounding and soul-flying.

"Hehe..." Steward Ping obviously didn't believe Prison Clerk Fan, no wonder the two were led by a subordinate prison guard, and the superior was obedient everywhere. Interesting.

He looked at Chen Guanlou, "Did the Second Young Master say anything else?"

"The Second Young Master said he is all good in the Heavenly Prison, let the Prince not worry."

"The Second Young Master is careful and moving, standing up for the Prince, but was punished into the Heavenly Prison. Hey..." Steward Ping sighed, and then said seriously: "You tell the Second Young Master, this servant has received the letter, and this servant understands his heart. Let him rest assured. The Prince is thinking of a way, and he will be able to come out soon."

"Yes!" Chen Guanlou bowed and took the order.

He thought the errand was completed, and he and Prison Clerk Fan could successfully leave the mansion, but unexpectedly Steward Ping's words turned, "You two wait, it's not guaranteed that the Prince will summon you to ask about the Second Young Master's affairs."

Eh?

Chen Guanlou and Prison Clerk Fan had no choice but to stay in the flower hall and continue to wait. Watching Steward Ping leave with the letter, the flower hall was instantly empty, and it was quiet again.

Prison Clerk Fan's breath leaked, and he fell to the ground instantly.

Chen Guanlou hurriedly supported him, "The people are gone, it's okay."

Prison Clerk Fan was soft like noodles, if not supported by Chen Guanlou, he couldn't even stand. He turned his head and looked at the other party, "Can we go?"

"Can't go yet. Steward Ping let us continue to wait, in case the Prince summons."

"The Prince still wants to summon?" Prison Clerk Fan was startled to the point of shivering, sliding to the ground again.

Chen Guanlou carried his arm, lifted him up, and put him on the chair. He also poured him a cup of hot tea, and the situation slowly eased.

"I, I am so miserable!"

"Master, speak lower." Chen Guanlou had to remind him, worrying about walls having ears.

Prison Clerk Fan wiped his tears, his heart had long been sad and flowing into a river, he was afraid!

"I see Steward Ping, my heart trembles, my brain won't think. Especially Steward Ping's eyes, have you seen it, it's like wanting to eat people, I have never seen such a terrible..."

"Shh!" Chen Guanlou couldn't stop Prison Clerk Fan, and directly covered the other party's mouth.

Steward Ping is not an ordinary person, that is a warrior, a warrior of the Fifth Rank or above. He couldn't determine the specific rank of strength because of his low strength.

But he could feel that Steward Ping was like a towering mountain, letting you have sword light and sword shadow, blood flowing into a river, thousands of people dying, he still remained motionless. Even if the sky falls and the earth sinks, he is still an unshakable high mountain. The world is just ants to him. Only time can make him reveal one or two true colors.

Not knowing the other party's details, in case Steward Ping could still detect the movement of this flower hall from far away, the words Prison Clerk Fan said were taboo.

Chen Guanlou had no choice but to cover Prison Clerk Fan's mouth, "Don't say it anymore, let's wait patiently."

Prison Clerk Fan looked at Chen Guanlou foolishly, with tears in his eyes, that look was clearly treating Chen Guanlou as a life-saving straw and backbone.

He pulled Chen Guanlou's sleeve, "Little Chen, everything depends on you next. I don't want to die unclearly."

"Rest assured, the Wang Fu will not kill people for no reason."

Several courtyards away, Steward Ping's ears moved slightly, and suddenly muttered, "A bit interesting."

"Does the Steward have any orders?"

"Keep a close eye on those two, don't let them walk around at will."

"Yes!"

Chen Guanlou kept his composure.

He recited "Ascension Record" in his heart, reciting it forward, reciting it backward. Perhaps because he recited it too much, the places that felt particularly obscure and difficult to understand in the past seemed to loosen a bit, and he vaguely caught a little spiritual light. That was an extremely wonderful feeling, just like the last kick, and he could open his mind.

If it weren't for the wrong venue and time, he would definitely practice and comprehend on the spot. Even if he couldn't, that little bit of spiritual light appearing could also make him gain a lot. ===== CHAPTER 139 =====