"I pay my respects to the second young master. My name is Chen Guanlou, the same Chen as the Marquis, but I am five generations older than you." Chen Guanlou bowed slightly, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant. "I think you are five generations older than you. Otherwise, how could the Marquis agree to let you work in the Heavenly Prison? After all, it is a lowly job and a disgrace to your reputation. Have you ever been to school?" The second young master Song Yuanzheng was now interested, and his anger seemed to have subsided a little, and he was interested in chatting. "I have studied for two years and know a few words." "No wonder!" The second young master Song Yuanzheng nodded in understanding, "Come in and chat with me." "This, this is against the rules." Chen Guanlou refused again and again, and was determined not to enter the cell. Just kidding, the prison gate fence was his last bottom line. Seeing his expression, the second young master Song Yuanzheng's extinguished anger suddenly burned again, and he cursed, "What are you thinking about? I am not that kind of person. Idiot!" Really? Chen Guanlou was half-believing and half-doubting.
The second son Song Yuanzheng was so angry that he was questioned by a small jailer, "I have all kinds of people I want, so how can I care about you? I am not so poor that I want both the good and the bad." This makes sense. But Chen Guanlou still insisted on not entering the cell. Why should a jailer, a squad leader, enter a cell? You must keep a distance from the prisoners. This is a rule and a life-saving rule. If you get too close, be careful of backlash. "If you don't want to enter, then don't enter." The second son Song Yuanzheng compromised. He just needed someone to talk to, not to enter the cell. "Thank you, second son." Chen Guanlou sincerely thanked the other party for not using his power to oppress others. It is rare to have such a good grandson of the emperor! "Do you think this son deserves it?" The second son Song Yuanzheng suddenly asked. Chen Guanlou: ... "I don't understand why you have such an idea, young master? It's filial piety to plead for your father, how can you say you deserve it." "Do you really think so?" The second young master Song Yuanzheng was a little suspicious, suspecting that he was trying to please him. Chen Guanlou said solemnly: "There are things you should do and things you shouldn't do. Privately, everyone admires the second young master for standing up at this time. Although the result is not very good, the courage is commendable." Song Yuanzheng couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard it, "What's the use of courage alone? It's still like this. Do you have wine?" "Yes. But it may not suit the second young master's taste. Why not wait until tomorrow morning, I'll go get a pot of top-quality wine." "No problem! This young master wants to drink now." Chen Guanlou had no choice but to order the jailer to get the wine and satisfy 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 first to make sure that the wine was not poisoned, and then sent a pot of wine into the prison. With the wine, although the quality was slightly inferior, it effectively relieved the anxiety of the second son. Being imprisoned in the Tianlao, it seemed calm and he was ready to accept all the consequences, but in fact he was panicking. There was no place to vent, so he could only get angry at the decorations in the room. While the second son calmed down, Chen Guanlou opened the cell door and asked the servants and jailers to clean up quickly to ensure that no debris was left.
He thought about it, there should be no extra decorations in the cell. If the second son was upset and committed suicide secretly, everyone would have to be buried with him. This possibility must be nipped in the bud. Take this opportunity to take away all the decorations and all the sharp things to ensure that the cell is clean and tidy without danger, which is good for everyone. Tomorrow morning, he will have to talk to the two masters Fan to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. "Do I look stupid?" The second son Song Yuanzheng looked at Chen Guanlou. Chen Guanlou waved to several jailers secretly, asking them to leave. The inner monologue of the second young master was not suitable for the jailers to hear, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. The jailers also wanted to avoid listening to the emperor's grandson's inner thoughts. After getting permission, they ran away as if they had been pardoned. However, the noise of running was very small, and did not alarm the second young master who was complaining about himself. "If you are upset, drink more wine so that you can sleep well at night." "I haven't slept well these two days." "It is normal to be uncomfortable for a while after changing the environment. Some of those prisoners have been here for half a year or a year and can't adapt. They cry all day long. It's hard to imagine what they look like in official uniforms." People get inner satisfaction by comparison. Chen Guanlou tried to talk more about the tragic stories of other prisoners so that the second young master would think more open-mindedly. Don't get stuck in a dead end, and don't implicate hundreds of people in the prison. "Really?" The second son Song Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, "I'm afraid I'm not much better than them." "You worry too much! It's rare for someone like you to be calm and composed after entering the prison. Others who are locked up in the prison feel like the sky is falling, and there are many unbearable scenes." "Who are they? Tell me." "There are many such people. In fact, the most interesting thing about the prison is the C-shaped prison, which is full of thieves. Do you remember that there was a thief who ran to the princess's mansion to steal last year?" Talking about the scandals of the criminal officials? Chen Guanlou is not crazy, of course he would not do such a thing. He decisively changed the subject. He could talk about the gossip of the thieves, and he could talk about it without repeating himself, and talk about ten pounds a day. Forget about the gossip about the criminal officials, it's deadly! He threw out the story of the little thief Kong Kong, which really attracted the attention of the second son. With the help of wine, the effect was obvious. The anger was gone, and the hope of life was rekindled. There were so many interesting stories that he hadn't finished listening to, so naturally he didn't have any negative thoughts. "Is he dead?" "Dead! Executed immediately!" "What a pity! This little thief Kong Kong is an interesting person. If I had known him earlier, I would have met him in person." The second son Song Yuanzheng became interested and urged Chen Guanlou to say more. Chen Guanlou simply asked someone to bring a stool, sat in front of the prison door, and chatted with the second son. He turned into a street master and did the work of emotional soothing. He had to serve this gentleman well. It was obviously a big trouble for the nobleman to live in the prison. But he couldn't complain. It was really troublesome.
He chatted with the second son for half the night, talking about men, women, and market anecdotes. The only thing he didn't talk about was the court or officials. The chat lasted until midnight, and the second young master finally got tired and went to bed. Chen Guanlou yawned and looked at the time. It was curfew outside. He simply slept in the duty room and told Xiao Jin, "Remember to call me if you need anything. Go to the street tomorrow and buy a few more new vernacular novels for the second young master." Young people don't like to read vernacular novels, especially those with illustrations, which are lifelike. If he really can't buy them, he can draw one himself. The sketching skills he learned when he was a child are still there, so drawing a color novel should be no problem.