Silent Crown Chapter 491: Daddy-level treatment

In the prison.

Boom!

The dinner plate was thrown to the ground, and the food spilled out, leaving an unsightly stain on the wall.

"Will the Holy City let me eat this shit?"

In the cell, the gray-haired young man looked contemptuous: "Call you guys in charge! How do you do it? I don't understand the rules!"

Speaking, he tilted his foot on the bed impatiently, and glanced at the guard outside the cage without looking straight:

"What are you doing in a daze? Go!"

As he spoke, the people in the other cells couldn't help but start whistling.

The once-a-day excitement is about to begin again!

Yeah!

Master Marquis is going to make trouble again!

In prison, the lack of entertainment is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Don't talk about reading books and newspapers. Even the daily entertainment is only to get involved in the bathhouse, or the soap is dropped on the ground. Seeing someone making trouble, a group of extremely boring prisoners suddenly come to their spirits.

Some people don’t think it’s a big deal to watch the excitement, so they also shout:

"Yes, go ahead and go!"

"Yes! Call the warden to Lord Marquis!"

"Uncle Ye doesn't eat such **** things!"

"Well said!"

The expressions of the other guards became more and more ugly. Even if they hit the iron fence with a stick, they did not suppress the vicious group of bastards. Instead, they provoked a round of scolding.

Several guards glanced at each other, and finally fell on the same person. The person being watched spat and swears:

"Why is it me again?"

After muttering a few words, he turned and left.

Soon, a large number of guards rushed into the cell, headed by a fat man with a monocle, with a gloomy expression, casually pointed at a few of the most exaggerated guys, and a fierce jailer rushed into the prison. Inside, the prisoner was dragged out, and then hit in front of everyone until his nose was bruised and swollen, with a few broken bones.

The noisy prison quickly returned to silence.

Ye Qingxuan's prison door was opened.

The fat man with the monocle tucked his shoulder strap, walked into the cell, looked at the romantic choice, a sullen look flashed in his eyes, and was quickly replaced by a kind smile that was forced out.

"Mr. Ye, what are you making up again?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan's appearance, then glanced at the dinner plate that was thrown into the corner, and suddenly understood what: "Does it seem to suit your taste?"

He smiled and said: "I'm afraid the people below are ignorant and didn't make it clear. Your status is honorable. This is the warden's special care, and the chef is invited to arrange meals for you separately.

It is said that the olive oil in it is imported from Burgundy. I don't usually have such a good taste. "

"Don't compare me with a dog like you."

Ye Qingxuan's expression is contemptuous, and his tone is not polite, "I am a marquis! Look at what the **** you made? Put a few slices of beef and fill the steak? Just make two fish and cook. Just use it as a seafood soup? How about a pre-dinner wine? Let me drink this kind of counterfeit goods worth more than ten dollars!

Can you serve such a greasy grilled steak? Intentionally making me indigestion! And what do you think your sweet pepper dragon fish is, just get some chili and sprinkle it on the grilled fish? You are sending a beggar! "

After spraying mercilessly for ten minutes, after spraying this meticulously curated meal to the point that beggars would dislike it on the street, the fat man's face became more and more ugly.

Since Ye Qingxuan was imprisoned here, he hasn't been at ease for a moment.

The original well-organized prison environment was ruined by a single rat shit. This shit-stirring stick stirs up the wind and rain every day. Dogs who don’t know where the temper comes from, never look at people with straight eyes and talk. How unpleasant it is, how unpleasant it is, every sentence pokes the pain point.

If he were an ordinary prisoner, he would have been taken to a small dark room to teach him again.

But this guy came in because of a serious incident!

It is said that it was originally not a safe product in the Tower of Judgment. A few days after he was released from prison, he became involved in the assassination of the Pope and committed a heinous crime.

I don't know how many people are staring at this case.

If it's just that, let's forget it, there are more ways for people to toss in the prison. These jailers can come up with dozens of ways to pat their buttocks, but this **** is a marquis!

And still the Marquis of the East!

Scheduled princes and nobles!

There are few people in the entire holy city who are older than him!

The nobleman of the blood of heaven, the future sword bearer of Anglo, the suspect suspected of assassinating the pope, the spy of the revolutionary army... these identities are more troublesome than one.

It stands to reason that this kind of recidivism shouldn't be locked here at all.

Unfortunately, the Tower of Judgment had just been caught a few days ago. The big man on it got into the water and threw him here casually, and he was also unclear, without any instructions, unclear, just a piece of official paper, Detained here, they are ordered to take care of them.

How to take care of your ass!

What to do!

The warden's backstage here is nothing more than a viscount, and that viscount's title is all bought with money!

I didn't dare to beat or scold, so I had to quickly clean up a cell and wait for it with delicious food and drink every day, so I could provide for a little ancestor.

In the past two days, the warden's heart disease was almost committed several times.

It's almost blood mold for eight lifetimes!

The warden will never show up on this matter, and the only person who has been a victim of these two days is this fat deputy.

A sin!

It turns out how happy Ye Qingxuan was when he didn't come! How dare those prisoners be so presumptuous in front of him? Since Ye Qingxuan took the lead, they have become more and more uncontrollable.

Now seeing Ye Qingxuan push his nose on his face, the anger he had accumulated over the years suddenly exploded.

"Mr. Ye, you are still wearing a sinful body after all, it is best not to go too far!"

The fat man paused, his expression became gloomy: "Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what can I do?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

He got up, walked up to the fat man, and bent down condescendingly, looking down at him.

"I am going to commit a crime! I am going to commit a crime, do you understand?"

He pointed to his face, and his expression was full of arrogance: "If I have something short and long, can you bear the responsibility? Otherwise? Otherwise, what can you do with me?

Am I in the body of sin? nonsense!

Otherwise, do you have the right to stand in front of me if you do something like a dog for people? "

The fat man was almost about to have a stroke.

His face was dark like the bottom of a pot, his expression twitching, and bleeding in his eyes.

"Fight! Fight!"

The prisoners who watched the excitement became excited again: "Wild boar, you are fighting! What are you talking about?!"

"Don't persuade him! Fuck him! Isn't he just a marquis!"

"You are still not a man!"

The fat man shivered with anger, and pointed at Ye Qingxuan: "You! You..."

"My lord, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

The guards next to him hurriedly hugged him: "You can't do it! We, we...we are a civilized prison!"

"Civilized ass!"

The fat man was furious, struggling hard: "You let me go, I must kill him today!"

In a rage, he used too much force, and several guards couldn't stop him, so he broke free!

He rushed forward two steps, was immediately stunned, and looked back incomparably complaining: Stop me! You bastards! Why don't you stop me?

The guards were so depressed that they vomited blood.

Don't struggle if you are so special!

Let's stop it, won't it be over!

Amidst the embarrassment of dead silence, there was only the sound of prisoners roaring with laughter.

The fat man's expression changed and changed, stalemate in place.

This is simply the most embarrassing moment in his life!

Fortunately, someone ran in and whispered a few words in the fat man's ear. The fat man glanced at the visitor as if he had seen a ghost, and the visitor definitely nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Really!"

So the fat man took a deep breath and rubbed his face vigorously. When he lowered his hand, a flattering smile appeared magically on his face.

The smile was so weird that Ye Qingxuan, who was deliberately making trouble, couldn't help frowning, making him a little hairy.

"Mr. Ye..."

The fat man rubbed his hands enthusiastically like **: "It was a misunderstanding just now! Misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned: "I'm afraid not? I deliberately scolded you as a fat man. Are you still a man? If a man singles me out!"

"Misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding!"

The fat man moved his face up and said, "It's all the dogs below who have not taken good care of them. How can someone like me dare to touch one of your hair? If you are angry, hit me twice! Don't hold back. Broken."

What the hell!

This time it's Ye Qingxuan's turn to feel like he's going to die...

"How do you guys do things?! Give Mr. Ye this horrible thing!"

The fat man turned his head and cursed the guard with a **** head, then turned his head with a smile:

"What do you want to eat? I will ask them to fix the table for you. If you have any requirements, you can tell me, I will try my best to satisfy you. Never let you be wronged!"

Ye Qingxuan was in a trance.

Are you the real father of this guy?

That's not right, even if it's your father, he wouldn't be so enthusiastic, right?

Ye Qingxuan carefully looked at the fat man for a long time, wondering what medicine he was selling in his stomach.

Since the other party said so, Ye Qingxuan did not be polite to them, and waved directly: "You **** chef here, don't be ashamed of it.

For the main course, I want the truffle steak from Baisong Restaurant. The steak is half cooked and served with pepper sauce.

For appetizers, come with a serving of smoky salmon with emerald green.

Then, baked oysters with red wine cheese, give me a dozen, and fish roe, I want..."

All the signature dishes of the famous restaurant in the holy city were reported in one breath. Ye Qingxuan didn't care if they could get this kind of delicacy, even if the bishop had to make an appointment in advance, he finally waved his hand:

"Oh, by the way, for the soup, I have a bad stomach recently. Let me order some southern vegetable soup, which is easy to digest."

After speaking, he squinted at the fat man:

"Have you remembered everything?"

"Remember all."

The fat man smiled graciously, without any irritation, as if he was looking at his father’s enthusiasm: "Don't worry, I promise you will get it done!"

"Hold on!"

Ye Qingxuan stopped him: "I'm not in a good mood recently, and I can't eat just enough. Ask a few luthiers to come over and play some music for me, so I can relax."

"Yes!"

The fat man nodded: "No problem!"

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, feeling more and more ghostly. Fortunately, he kept doing it and waved his hand and said: "This place is not well-lit, and the humidity is heavy, so I don't have any appetite. Give me a place with better lighting and ventilation."

"Yes!"

The fat man nodded, boldly: "Where do you think is more appropriate?"

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, "I think your warden's office is pretty good, so let me sit down."

"No problem! Wait a few minutes and we will clean it up for you immediately!"

The fat guy simply has a problem!

At the end, he was afraid that he was not thoughtful enough:

"What else do you want?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan has nothing to say, he just feels more and more hell.

What happened to these grandchildren? !

Why do you feel like meeting your father? !

Did you have a illusion?

That's not right!

Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while, and looked at the fat man coldly: "You won't fool me?"

The fat man smiled.

A few minutes later, several guards escorted Ye Qingxuan out of the cell just like taking care of his father, unfastened all the shackles, and even the shackles of the musicians on his wrists and legs were removed, and he sent him respectfully. To the warden's office.

As he was walking through the corridor, Ye Qingxuan saw that the door of the prison in the distance was opened, a dozen carriages ran in, and a dozen people were carrying various kitchen utensils in full swing.

The room next to the warden’s office has been emptied, and now it’s turned into a kitchen, full of enthusiasm.

A dozen top chefs who don't give face to any powerful and powerful are busy inside, nervously preparing the dishes ordered by Ye Qingxuan. Another person carried in the vegetable soup that had been heated in the main store. There was a small stove below that was warmed along the way, and it didn't cool down at all. When it was poured out and served, it exuded an attractive aroma.

"..."

Ye Qingxuan became more and more suspicious of some strange illusion.

When he walked into the warden's office, he was completely stunned.

The original desk has been cleaned out together with a wall. The floor is covered with a hand-woven Caucasus carpet of inch size. The wall was removed in just a few minutes, and then a wall was installed. Large windows.

In the corner, there was a piano. The luthier in a formal tuxedo respectfully nodded to Ye Qingxuan, sat down, and began to play a soft melody skillfully.

The mild afternoon sun came in and fell on the white cloth table.

The sterling silver tableware reflects a soft light.

The exquisite red wine in the ice bucket has cold water drops on it. In the decanter, the mellow and moist red wine reflects a magnificent halo.

The chair in front of the dining table is made of fine ebony wood, well maintained and shiny.

Everything is ready~IndoMTL.com~ Only Ye Qingxuan is seated.

Behind the table, there was an unexpected person sitting.

"Are you satisfied with this treatment? Ye Qingxuan."

The old man tasted the red wine in the glass in his spare time. His posture was graceful and elegant. The afternoon sun fell on him, and he coated him with a halo, so sacred.

"Is it you?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but began to suspect that there was something wrong with his eyes.

The comer is the leader of the noble clans in the Holy City, the leader of the Yixin Brotherhood, the actual controller of the Holy City, the future Pope...

——Ludovic!

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