City Marshal

When Chu Tian and Ke Er got into the car with a bouquet of roses and went back, a black Rolls-Royce happened to drive over from the street. Chu Tian, ​​who was sitting in the car, remembered the scene he saw last time and recognized the It was the luxury car that took the old lady away, so he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the car.

In his field of vision, a silver-haired old man over sixty years old came into his eyes. The old man was not tall, with slender eyes, a bulbous nose, the slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be always smiling, and his hair was combed in an orderly pattern. , a tailor-made shirt, making him ten years younger than his actual age.

When Chu Tian brushed past him and glanced at him, the silver-haired old man also turned his head as if sensing him, and the two of them separated with the car after their eyes met slightly. , exhaled a puff of smoke and said to himself: "The young man just now..."

"The air is really extraordinary."

Some people will never forget it just by looking at it.

Not long after, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the flower shop. First, two strong men got out, and then the silver-haired old man also stepped out puffing smoke, but before he stepped into the flower shop, he heard the old woman shout: "Alright!" Burt, put out your pipe, and don't hurt the flowers."

With a helpless expression on his face, the silver-haired old man could only pass the pipe to a follower, and then wiped off the smell of smoke on his body: "My queen, what I smoke is mint without the smell of tobacco, and it will not harm your precious ones." Then He slapped his head again: "I'm sorry this afternoon."

"It's not that I don't listen to your flower scriptures, but that I'm upset and go out to relax."

Before she finished speaking, the old woman who came out waved her hand lightly, then pushed her glasses and said, "You don't need to explain this to me, you know I don't care about it, go and clean up the things on your desk, I will I don’t want to finish taking care of the flowers and then help you tidy up your hands.”

Then, she threw the key to the silver-haired old man: "After packing, lock the door, and I will wait for you in the car."

Holding the key, the silver-haired old man lowered his head and smiled wryly. He wanted to say something but finally swallowed it. It was not the first day he understood the old woman's character. If he didn't clean up the desk, he would probably throw all his things out the next day. He didn't want to lose this quiet and elegant place.

So he patted his clothes and walked into the flower shop, while the old woman leaned in the car and closed her eyes to rest.

"NO! _NO! Genius."

Just when the old woman relieved her fatigue, a loud cry came from inside the flower shop, which was far scarier than the shout of a knife piercing her throat. The two followers also jumped up in fright, and then they drew their guns and rushed in. On the contrary, the old woman opened her eyes unhurriedly, and said in a calm voice, "Albert! What's going on with you?"

As soon as the words fell, the silver-haired old man rushed out holding a piece of paper, followed by two confused bodyguards, and then the silver-haired old man half-kneeled beside Rolls-Royce, pointing frantically at the paper full of paper. Oracle: "Queen, my dear queen, who wrote it?"

"Who wrote what?"

The old woman pushed the glasses that covered her facial features, glanced at the paper and said, "You wrote it..." She was stunned in the middle of the sentence. Of course, she recognized that most of it was not written by the silver-haired old man, and it was influenced by the latter. The influence also knows the above text: "Oracle bone script?"

"so much?"

The silver-haired old man nodded again and again, unable to hide his joy on his face: "Yes, so many! God, who wrote it? Not only corrected my mistakes, but also translated the famous quotes I left on the paper, and more importantly, The last paragraph is a translation that comes at your fingertips..."

"Although I still can't read it, it's a genius to be able to write it like this."

His right hand subconsciously moved in the air, and began to copy stroke by stroke. His face was full of admiration and joy. Then, he looked at the old woman with piercing eyes, danced and shouted: "Victoria, this Who wrote it? Has anyone been to the flower shop today?"

"You stay in the flower shop all day, you should know which genius' masterpiece this is?"

"Tell me quickly, I want to find him, and I want to worship him as my teacher."

"Dignified Prince, why are you so out of manners?"

The old woman's eyes froze, and she shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up and get in the car! Let me tell you, I do ten orders a day, and it's easy to remember which customer's masterpiece, but you can't be so crazy, get on the bus!" Car!" Then she waved to the driver again: "Go back to Buckingham Palace!"

The silver-haired old man got in quickly, but his face was still hot.

"Guests basically leave after buying flowers, and it is almost impossible to go to your desk."

The old woman leaned on the comfortable seat and recalled the whole day. Although she maintained her calm and demeanor as before, she was indeed shocked by the oracle bone script, because its difficulty and font shape were recognized. If a non-hardcore expert is It is difficult to write the glyphs of this line.

The old woman suddenly remembered something, sat up straight and said to the silver-haired old man: "Oh, yes, it is probably that young man from the East, I let him wander around the flower shop, maybe he came to your desk at that time , and then I will be kind when I see your awkward and embarrassing words."

"It's just that it's impossible, that young man is only 20 years old, how did he come to have such attainments?"

The silver-haired old man became excited again when he saw a target. Regardless of his age and attainments, he just patted his thigh and shouted: "Just invite him over and ask. I don't care who he is. I want to find him anyway. I want to worship him as a teacher, and I want him to teach me all the fonts."

"Do you have his phone number? Do you have his address?"

The old woman shook her head lightly: "No!"

A trace of disappointment flashed across the face of the silver-haired old man, but he quickly remembered something. He turned around and grabbed a follower and said, "The flower shop has surveillance video, Saxon, you immediately ask the royal guards to check the video, and then take pictures. Find that young man for me at all costs."

"Don't hurt him, and don't let others hurt him!"

The follower was taken aback, then nodded: "Understood."

The next second, he took out his phone...

At almost the same moment, Chu Tian, ​​who was leaning in the car, sat up straight. He suddenly remembered where he had smelled the fragrance of the old lady. It was the scent of the princess in Hong Kong. Chu Tian knew that the British royal family paid attention to food. The degree of wearability will not be repeated casually with ordinary people.

Therefore, his eyes lit up slightly: Could it be that the old lady is also a member of the royal family?

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone: "Wang Xi, give me a copy of the royal family information."

When the Chutian War was approaching and he was still studying members of the royal family, Nameless Nie was walking on the street swaggeringly, packed some food in a restaurant, and he turned into an alley with his things, and within a minute , then sneaked into the two people one after the other.

The two people are four or five meters apart, one walks inside and the other walks outside.

Their gestures showed a sense of tacit cooperation. It was obvious at a glance that they had received professional tracking training, and their arms naturally drooped. Although they were blocked by sleeves, it was still possible to see that they were holding guns in their hands, and their steps were hesitant. Show vigilance with tense muscles.

It seemed that he was puzzled by the person being pursued who suddenly chose to enter such an alley. A gust of wind blew past, and Nameless Nie fluttered in midair. He looked at the two people below with great interest, his eyes flickering. The palpitations of the cold, and then jumped down.

The fists were swung continuously, and the two fell to the ground.

In the next second, more than ten people flashed around, and they pointed their guns at the living

Nameless Nie looked at the two of them with a sneering face, and said in his eyes like a cat catching a mouse: "Aren't you tired after so many days with me? If it wasn't for the young commander who asked me to challenge your patience and bring your large army over to wipe them out." , I shot you all long ago, it’s a pity that after so many days..."

"It's still you two, what a waste of my time."

"Now everyone is about to go to war, and it's useless to keep you."

When the cannon stepped forward and was about to shoot, one of the survivors trembled and said, "Don't shoot, Mr. Nangong asked us to protect you..."

Nameless Nie didn't show any emotional ups and downs on his face, he just snorted coldly: "I didn't go to him, but he came to me on his own initiative, okay, it turned out to be Nangongyue's people, so I'll spare your lives, go back and tell him, he Save that bit of strength to protect yourself, I don’t need his care.”

"Don't meddle in other people's business if you are sensible, or I will never miss that kind of love!"

"Young Marshal's enemy is my Nameless Nie's enemy!"

"Get out!" When Chutian and Ke'er got into the car with a bouquet of roses and went back, a black Rolls-Royce just happened to drive over from the street, and Chutian, who was sitting in the car, remembered the scene he saw last time , recognized that it was the luxury car that took the old lady away, so he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the car.

In his field of vision, a silver-haired old man over sixty years old came into his eyes. The old man was not tall, with slender eyes, a bulbous nose, the slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be always smiling, and his hair was combed in an orderly pattern. , a tailor-made shirt, making him ten years younger than his actual age.

When Chu Tian brushed past him and glanced at him, the silver-haired old man also turned his head as if sensing him, and the two of them separated with the car after their eyes met slightly. , exhaled a puff of smoke and said to himself: "The young man just now..."

"The air is really extraordinary."

Some people will never forget it just by looking at it.

Not long after, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the flower shop. First, two strong men got out, and then the silver-haired old man also stepped out puffing smoke, but before he stepped into the flower shop, he heard the old woman shout: "Alright!" Burt, put out your pipe, and don't hurt the flowers."

With a helpless expression on his face, the silver-haired old man could only pass the pipe to a follower, and then wiped off the smell of smoke on his body: "My queen, what I smoke is mint without the smell of tobacco, and it will not harm your precious ones." Then He slapped his head again: "I'm sorry this afternoon."

"It's not that I don't listen to your flower scriptures, but that I'm upset and go out to relax."

Before she finished speaking, the old woman who came out waved her hand lightly, then pushed her glasses and said, "You don't need to explain this to me, you know I don't care about it, go and clean up the things on your desk, I will I don’t want to finish taking care of the flowers and then help you tidy up your hands.”

Then, she threw the key to the silver-haired old man: "After packing, lock the door, and I will wait for you in the car."

Holding the key, the silver-haired old man lowered his head and smiled wryly. He wanted to say something but finally swallowed it. It was not the first day he understood the old woman's character. If he didn't clean up the desk, he would probably throw all his things out the next day. He didn't want to lose this quiet and elegant place.

So he patted his clothes and walked into the flower shop, while the old woman leaned in the car and closed her eyes to rest.

"NO! _NO! Genius."

Just when the old woman relieved her fatigue, a loud cry came from inside the flower shop, which was far scarier than the shout of a knife piercing her throat. The two followers also jumped up in fright, and then they drew their guns and rushed in. On the contrary, the old woman opened her eyes unhurriedly, and said in a calm voice, "Albert! What's going on with you?"

As soon as the words fell, the silver-haired old man rushed out holding a piece of paper, followed by two confused bodyguards, and then the silver-haired old man half-kneeled beside Rolls-Royce, pointing frantically at the paper full of paper. Oracle: "Queen, my dear queen, who wrote it?"

"Who wrote what?"

The old woman pushed the glasses that covered her facial features, glanced at the paper and said, "You wrote it..." She was stunned in the middle of the sentence. Of course, she recognized that most of it was not written by the silver-haired old man, and it was influenced by the latter. The influence also knows the above text: "Oracle bone script?"

"so much?"

The silver-haired old man nodded again and again, unable to hide his joy on his face: "Yes, so many! God, who wrote it? Not only corrected my mistakes, but also translated the famous quotes I left on the paper, and more importantly, The last paragraph is a translation that comes at your fingertips..."

"Although I still can't read it, it's a genius to be able to write it like this."

His right hand subconsciously moved in the air, and began to copy stroke by stroke. His face was full of admiration and joy. Then, he looked at the old woman with piercing eyes, danced and shouted: "Victoria, this Who wrote it? Has anyone been to the flower shop today?"

"You stay in the flower shop all day, you should know which genius' masterpiece this is?"

"Tell me quickly, I want to find him, and I want to worship him as my teacher."

"Dignified Prince, why are you so out of manners?"

The old woman's eyes froze, and she shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up and get in the car! Let me tell you, I do ten orders a day, and it's easy to remember which customer's masterpiece, but you can't be so crazy, get on the bus!" Car!" Then she waved to the driver again: "Go back to Buckingham Palace!"

The silver-haired old man got in quickly, but his face was still hot.

"Guests basically leave after buying flowers, and it is almost impossible to go to your desk."

The old woman leaned on the comfortable seat and recalled the whole day. Although she maintained her calm and demeanor as before, she was indeed shocked by the oracle bone script, because its difficulty and font shape were recognized. If a non-hardcore expert is It is difficult to write the glyphs of this line.

The old woman suddenly remembered something, sat up straight and said to the silver-haired old man: "Oh, yes, it is probably that young man from the East, I let him wander around the flower shop, maybe he came to your desk at that time , and then I will be kind when I see your awkward and embarrassing words."

"It's just that it's impossible, that young man is only 20 years old, how did he come to have such attainments?"

The silver-haired old man became excited again when he saw a target. Regardless of his age and attainments, he just patted his thigh and shouted: "Just invite him over and ask. I don't care who he is. I want to find him anyway. I want to worship him as a teacher, and I want him to teach me all the fonts."

"Do you have his phone number? Do you have his address?"

The old woman shook her head lightly: "No!"

A trace of disappointment flashed across the face of the silver-haired old man, but he quickly remembered something. He turned around and grabbed a follower and said, "The flower shop has surveillance video, Saxon, you immediately ask the royal guards to check the video, and then take pictures. Find that young man for me at all costs."

"Don't hurt him, and don't let others hurt him!"

The follower was taken aback, then nodded: "Understood."

The next second, he took out his phone...

At almost the same moment, Chu Tian, ​​who was leaning in the car, sat up straight. He suddenly remembered where he had smelled the fragrance of the old lady. It was the scent of the princess in Hong Kong. Chu Tian knew that the British royal family paid attention to food. The degree of wearability will not be repeated casually with ordinary people.

Therefore, his eyes lit up slightly: Could it be that the old lady is also a member of the royal family?

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone: "Wang Xi, give me a copy of the royal family information."

When the Chutian War was approaching and he was still studying members of the royal family, Nameless Nie was walking on the street swaggeringly, packed some food in a restaurant, and he turned into an alley with his things, and within a minute , then sneaked into the two people one after the other.

The two people are four or five meters apart, one walks inside and the other walks outside.

Their gestures showed a sense of tacit cooperation. It was obvious at a glance that they had received professional tracking training, and their arms naturally drooped. Although they were blocked by sleeves, it was still possible to see that they were holding guns in their hands, and their steps were hesitant. Show vigilance with tense muscles.

It seemed that he was puzzled by the person being pursued who suddenly chose to enter such an alley. A gust of wind blew past, and Nameless Nie fluttered in midair. He looked at the two people below with great interest, his eyes flickering. The palpitations of the cold, and then jumped down.

The fists were swung continuously, and the two fell to the ground.

In the next second, more than ten people flashed around, and they pointed their guns at the living

Nameless Nie looked at the two of them with a sneering face, and said in his eyes like a cat catching a mouse: "Aren't you tired after so many days with me? If it wasn't for the young commander who asked me to challenge your patience and bring your large army over to wipe them out." , I shot you all long ago, it’s a pity that after so many days..."

"It's still you two, what a waste of my time."

"Now everyone is about to go to war, and it's useless to keep you."

When the cannon stepped forward and was about to shoot, one of the survivors trembled and said, "Don't shoot, Mr. Nangong asked us to protect you..."

Nameless Nie didn't show any emotional ups and downs on his face, he just snorted coldly: "I didn't go to him, but he came to me on his own initiative, okay, it turned out to be Nangongyue's people, so I'll spare your lives, go back and tell him, he Save that bit of strength to protect yourself, I don’t need his care.”

"Don't meddle in other people's business if you are sensible, or I will never miss that kind of love!"

"Young Marshal's enemy is my Nameless Nie's enemy!"

"roll!"