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Bang!

Plates were thrown to the floor, food spilled, and left a nice unsightly stain on the walls.

"Holy City just let me eat this bullshit?"

Inside the cell, the white-haired young man looked disdainful: "Call your manager! What did you do? I don't know the rules at all!"

As he spoke, he threw his feet impatiently on the bed, and glanced at the guard outside the cage without looking at it:

"What are you doing in a daze?

As he spoke, the rest of the cell couldn't help but start whistling.

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

Kudos!

The Marquis is going to make trouble again!

In prison, the paucity of entertainment is unimaginable.

Not to mention reading books and newspapers, even the daily entertainment is only in the bathhouse, or the soap is dropped on the ground and is messed up, and seeing someone making trouble, a group of idle and bored prisoners suddenly come to their senses.

Some people don't think it's a big deal when they see the excitement, and they also shout:

"Yes, get out of here!"

"That's right! Call the Warden to the Marquis!"

"Uncle Ye doesn't eat this kind of **** thing!"

"Well said!"

The expressions of the other guards became more and more ugly, and even the beating of the iron fence with sticks did not suppress the group of vicious bastards, but provoked a round of scolding.

Several guards glanced at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the same person, and the one who was watched spat at the mouth and cursed:

"Why me again?"

After a few mutters, he turned to leave.

Soon, a large number of guards rushed into the cell, led by a fat man with monocles, with a gloomy expression, and casually pointed to a few guys who shouted the most exaggeratedly, and then a fierce jailer rushed into the cell, dragged the prisoner out, and then beat him in front of everyone until his nose and face were swollen, and several bones were broken.

Silence quickly returned to the noisy prison.

Ye Qingxuan's cell door was opened.

The fat man with monocles tugged at his shoulder straps, walked into the prison, looked at the romance selection, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and soon, it was replaced by a kind smile forcibly squeezed out.

"Mr. Ye, what kind of trouble are you making again?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan's appearance, glanced at the plate that was thrown into the corner, and suddenly understood something: "It seems that it is not to your taste?"

He smiled and said, "I'm afraid that the people below are ignorant and haven't made it clear." Your status is honorable, this is the warden specially taken care of, and the chef has been hired to arrange a meal for you individually.

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

"Don't compare me to a dog like you. ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression was disdainful, and his tone was not polite at all, "I'm a dignified marquis! Look at what the hell you guys are messing with? Put a few slices of beef and fill it with steak? Just make two fish and boil them and use them as seafood soup? What about the aperitif? Let me drink this kind of parallel goods for more than ten yuan a bottle!"

You can serve such a greasy thing as a grilled chop? Deliberately make me indigestion! And what the hell is your bell pepper dragon fish, just get some chili peppers and sprinkle them on top of the grilled fish?

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

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

The originally well-organized prison environment was ruined by a pot of soup by his rat droppings, and this-stirring stick still stirred up the wind and rain every day, I don't know where the dog's temper came from, he never looked at people with his eyes, and how ugly he spoke, and every sentence poked at people's sore spots.

If he had been an ordinary prisoner, he would have been dragged to a small dark room and taught to be a man again.

But this guy made a big mistake and came in!

It is said that he was not a safe commodity in the Tower of Judgment, and within a few days of his release from prison, he was involved in the assassination of the Pope and committed a mortal crime.

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

If that's all it takes, there are more ways to toss people in prison, and these jailers can come up with dozens of ways to pat their butts, but this bastard is a marquis!

And also the Marquis of the East!

Scheduled princes and nobles!

There are few people in the entire Holy City whose identity is greater than him!

A nobleman with the blood of heaven and man, a future sword-bearer of Anglo, a suspect in the assassination of the Pope, and a spy of the Revolutionary Army...... These identities are more headache than the other.

It stands to reason that such a felony should not be locked up here at all.

However, the Tower of Judgment had just been hit a few days ago, and the big man on it had his brain in the water, so he casually threw him here, and he didn't know anything, he didn't have any instructions, he didn't know what to say, just a piece of paper, detained here, and ordered them to take care of it.

Good student to take care of the!

How to manage!

The warden's backstage here is just a viscount, and the title of that viscount is bought with money, right?

I didn't dare to fight, I didn't dare to scold, I could only quickly clean up a clean cell, eat and drink every day, and serve a little ancestor.

In the past two days, the warden's heart attack alone has almost been committed several times.

It's just eight lifetimes of blood mold!

The warden will definitely not come forward in this matter, and the only person who has been doing the gas bag in the past two days is this fat deputy.

O iniquity!

It turned out that when Ye Qingxuan didn't come, he was so carefree! How could that group of prisoners dare to be so presumptuous in front of him, since Ye Qingxuan took the lead, it has become more and more difficult to manage.

Now seeing Ye Qingxuan kicking his nose on his face, the anger he had gradually accumulated for many days suddenly exploded.

"Mr. Ye, after all, you are still guilty, it's best not to go too far!"

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

"How else?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

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

"I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it, you know?"

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

I'm a guilty person?

Otherwise, in normal times, you are qualified to stand in front of me with such a thing as a dog?"

The fat man was so angry that he was about to have a stroke.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his expression twitched, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hit! fight!"

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

"Don't scare him! Isn't he just a marquis!"

"You're still not a man!"

The fat man trembled with anger, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Qingxuan: "You! you ......"

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

Several guards next to him hurriedly hugged him: "You can't do it......! We are a prison of civilization!"

"Civilized fart!"

The fat man was furious and struggled: "You let go of me, I must kill him today!"

In a fit of rage, he used too much force, and several guards couldn't stop him and let him break free!

He took two steps forward, was stunned, and looked back with great resentment: "Stop me! You bastards! Why don't you stop me?"

Several of the guards were so depressed that they vomited blood.

Don't struggle!

Let's stop it, isn't it over!

In the awkwardness of the dead silence, there was only the sound of the prisoners laughing.

The fat man's expression changed back and forth, and he froze in place.

This is simply the most embarrassing moment of his life!

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

"Are you sure?"

"Really!"

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

That smile was so weird that Ye Qingxuan, who was intent on making trouble, couldn't help frowning, and was a little hairy.

"Mr. Ye, ......"

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

"Misunderstanding?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned: "I'm afraid not, right? I deliberately scolded you for being a dead fat man, you are still not a man?

"Misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding!"

The fat man leaned his face forward: "It's all the following group of dogs who don't take good care of it." How dare someone like me touch a hair of yours? If you're angry, hit me twice! Don't suffocate it. ”

What the heck!

This time it was Ye Qingxuan's turn to feel that he was a dog......

"How are you guys doing?!Give Mr. Ye this kind of!"

The fat man turned around and scolded the guard, then turned his head with a smile:

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask them to give you another table." If you have any requirements, you can also tell me, and I will definitely try my best to meet them. We will never let you be wronged in the slightest!"

Ye Qingxuan was in a trance for a while.

Could it be that he is the father of this goods?

No, even my father wouldn't be so enthusiastic, right?

Ye Qingxuan looked at the fat man carefully for a long time, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his stomach.

Since the other party said so, Ye Qingxuan was not polite to them, and waved his hand directly: "Don't take it out and embarrass your bullshit chef here."

For the main course, I want the truffle steak from White Pine Restaurant, which is medium-rare and served with pepper sauce.

For an appetizer, serve the smoked salmon with emerald emerald.

Then, red wine cheese baked oysters, bring me a dozen, and fish roe, I'll ......"

After reporting all the signature dishes of the famous restaurants in the Holy City in one go, Ye Qingxuan didn't care if they could get this kind of food that even the bishop had to make an appointment in advance to eat, and finally waved his hand:

"Oh, by the way, as for the soup, I've had a bad stomach lately, so let's have some southern vegetable soup to digest it. ”

After speaking, he squinted at the fat man:

"You, have you remembered?"

"Remember them all. ”

The fat man smiled diligently, without the slightest annoyance, as if looking at his father's enthusiasm: "Don't worry, I promise to get it for you!"

"Wait!"

Ye Qingxuan stopped him: "I've not been in a good mood lately, I can't just eat, so I asked a few pianists to come over and play some tunes for me, so that I can relax." ”

"Okay!"

The fat man nodded: "No problem!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, feeling more and more ghostly, but fortunately he didn't stop doing it, waved his hand and said: "The lighting here is not good, the humidity is heavy, I don't have much appetite, give me a place with better lighting and ventilation." ”

"Okay!"

The fat man nodded, very bold: "Where do you think it is more appropriate?"

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

"No problem, just wait a few minutes, we'll clean it up for you!"

Fat people simply have a problem!

At the end of his life, he was afraid that he would not be thoughtful enough:

"What else do you command?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan had nothing to say, he only felt more and more ghostly.

What the hell happened to these grandchildren?!

Why is it like meeting your own father?!

Did you fall for illusion?

That's not right!

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

The fat man smiled.

A few minutes later, several guards escorted Ye Qingxuan out of the cell as if they were taking care of his own father, untied all the shackles, and even the musician's shackles on his wrists and legs, and sent him respectfully to the warden's office.

Just as he was passing by the corridor, Ye Qingxuan saw the gate of the prison open in the distance, and more than a dozen carriages ran in, and more than a dozen people were carrying various kitchen utensils in full swing.

The room next to the warden's office had been emptied and was now a kitchen, a scene of great heat.

More than a dozen top chefs who don't give face to any powerful people on weekdays are busy inside, nervously making the dishes ordered by Ye Qingxuan. There is also a person who brings in the vegetable soup that has been heated at the main store, and there is a small stove below that is warm all the way, and when it is poured out and served, it exudes an attractive aroma.

“......”

Ye Qingxuan became more and more suspicious of some strange illusion he had fallen into.

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

The original desk had been cleared along with a wall, and the floor was covered with a hand-woven Caucasian carpet of inch gold that had been torn down in a matter of minutes and replaced with a large window that had been installed.

In the corner, there was a piano, and the pianist in a dress bowed respectfully to Ye Qingxuan, sat down, and began to play a soft melody skillfully.

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

Sterling silver cutlery reflects a soft light.

A superb wine in an ice bucket with cold water droplets on top. In the decanter, the mellow and warm red wine reflects a magnificent halo.

The chairs in front of the dining table are of fine ebony, well-maintained and shiny.

Everything is ready.

Only Ye Qingxuan was seated.

And behind the table, there sat an unexpected person.

"Are you still satisfied with this kind of treatment? Ye Qingxuan. ”

The old man had been sipping the red wine in his glass for a long time, and his posture was graceful and elegant, and the afternoon sun fell on him, and it gilded him with a halo, so sacred.

"Is that you?"

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

The one who came was the leader of the noble gate lords of the Holy City, the leader of the Single-minded Monks' Society, the actual controller of the current Holy City, and the future Pope......

- Ludovick!

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I'm sorry, the Internet was disconnected at home, and I went to the Internet café to update. Because of the underestimate, I am afraid that the big news will not be until tomorrow...... Sorry sorry...... (To be continued.) )