City Marshal

Eunuch Dai is dead!

On that ambulance that was destined to be recorded in history, on that stretcher that was cold and mixed with the smell of disinfectant, he left with his life's glory, abjection, humbleness, magnificence, and countless unrevealable secrets. Like an epiphyllum that blooms wantonly in the middle of the night.

Blooming, withering, just like the cycle of seasons!

Eunuch Dai walked very peacefully and quietly, just like the old man gave people the same impression as before, not showing mountains or dew, not dazzling, lying on that cold stretcher, he seemed to be asleep, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth. With a knowing smile that Zhongnanhai has never seen before.

The death of Dai Lao caused a dark wave in the capital. Although the central government of the Celestial Dynasty knew many things, but out of security and stability considerations, they still sent heavy troops to deter the Zong Association. There are also many masters approaching the capital.

But after Yu Zonghai appeared with the suicide note in hand, he regained his composure, because Eunuch Dai left a will that could not be forged. It is clearly pointed out that Wen Ziyan is his future successor.

Hosts from various factions also testified to the authenticity of the suicide note.

At the same time, the Central Committee stated that it would definitely investigate the cause of Eunuch Dai’s death and give an explanation to the clan association. With the will of the old man Dai and the sincerity of the Central Committee, the massacre was quietly resolved, and then the Central Committee asked Chutian to organize the funeral of the old man. Let the latter be buried as soon as possible.

The meaning of the Central Committee of the Celestial Dynasty is quite clear, because Ren Xiaolu has revealed the identity of Eunuch Dai, then the authorities can no longer cover the national flag for the old Dai, and the big bosses of all parties can't send him to Babaoshan, but the funeral must be grand, so Chutian is the most suitable.

"Row!"

Chu Tian agreed without hesitation, and paid for it himself.

When Shen Binger and the Zonghui were quietly and orderly preparing for the funeral, Chu Tian was sitting in the tea house holding the sky wheel chain. Perhaps God also sighed for the old man, so he sent a light rain in autumn, the rain was pattering, The world is lonely, and the only customer in Nuo Da's teahouse is Chu Tian.

"Old Dai, you broke your promise, the sky wheel chain doesn't work."

Playing with the beads, Chu Tian murmured and sighed, two days had passed, and he still couldn't get over the death of Eunuch Dai. Standing up to his height, this kindness is always surging in my heart.

"Old Dai, eat a few more buns."

Chutian put the sky wheel chain back on his hand, then picked up a warm steamed bun and put it in the opposite bowl, and opened the skin of the steamed bun like a child, letting the broth slowly flow into the porcelain bowl, at the same time, He filled an empty cup with tea: "You eat the meat, I eat the skin!"

The hot and sweet buns were stuffed into his mouth, and there was a layer of moisture different from rain in Chutian's eyes again. He opened three big buns in a row, and the broth filled the porcelain bowl opposite, and he held The steamed stuffed bun began to gulp down, maybe because he ate it too fast, he choked.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chu Tian coughed violently, his body was slightly hunched, but he finally swallowed it together with his tears, and when he fell back on the chair to pant, a cup of tea was handed over, and a strong and powerful voice sounded: "Young commander, you eat I'm in a hurry, come, have a cup of tea."

Chu Tian took the teacup and leaned back, then sat up straight and looked at the uninvited guest. He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head: "You shouldn't show up! You are already dead. Actually, when you hand out the suicide note, you won't You should come forward, otherwise you will become the target of the Lian family's revenge!"

"When Mr. Dai is alive, I can't show up."

A middle-aged man sat in front of Chutian, his voice remained respectful: "Because he doesn't want to tear himself apart with the Lian family, but now that Mr. Dai has passed away, my suspended animation is meaningless, and I need to come out to stabilize the situation. , and more importantly, this is the attitude of the religious association."

Chu Tian put the empty cup on the table: "What attitude?"

The middle-aged man sighed, took up the topic and replied: "It is of great significance for me, Yu Zonghai, to come back to life. It not only shows that in the Battle of London, Mr. Dai really plotted against the Lian family, but also shows that the Zong Association and the Lian family are at odds. The father and son have completely dispelled their plans to infiltrate the sect association."

After thinking for a while, Chu Tian nodded: "I understand." Then he smiled wryly again: "It seems that Dai Lao has laid a dead end for himself long ago, the purpose is to raise up all the people around him, but this guy only Without thinking about himself, he could have enjoyed a few more years of happiness!"

"I have seen Mr. Dai, he is comforting."

Regarding the life and death of Eunuch Dai, Chu Tian found that Yu Zonghai was not only more open-minded than the officials of the Zong Association, but even he was difficult to achieve the former's indifference, and then heard him add quietly: "So the young commander should not be too concerned about Mr. Dai He begged to die to live a better life for you."

"If you can't get over the sadness, Mr. Dai will be unhappy."

Yu Zonghai's words made Chu Tian nodded slightly, looking at the earnest eyes of the elders of the clan association, Chu Tian exhaled a long breath, and said in a firm voice, "Don't worry, I won't disappoint Mr. Dai, and I won't let his hard work go to waste. Not only do I want to live well, but I also want to watch Ziyan grow up."

"Old Yu, Ziyan is counting on you."

A smile flashed across Yu Zonghai's face, and then he replied aloud: "Mr. Dai originally wanted me to help Ziyan wholeheartedly and remove all obstacles inside and outside the meeting for her, but the death of the old man made the central government feel extremely guilty. Moreover, Ziyan was accepted in the meeting, and all obstacles disappeared."

Speaking of this, Yu Zonghai looked at Chu Tian and added: "The death of the old man has created the safest and most relaxed environment for Ziyan. Even if no one helps Ziyan, she will grow up very well, not to mention the young commander is here Ask her around? My guardian is meaningless."

"What do you mean?"

Chu Tian poured him a cup of tea: "It feels like you're going to pick someone up?"

Yu Zonghai let out a burst of hearty laughter, glanced at a trace of fatigue and sighed: "The young commander guessed right, I am ready to give up the pick, I have been too busy these years, so I want to find a chance to have a good rest, I plan to take a long vacation for myself after the funeral of my father-in-law."

Chu Tian was taken aback for a moment, although he was a little puzzled by Zong Hai's departure at this time, but thinking that he was indeed too tired all these years, Chu Tian took back the words to persuade him to stay, and then nodded in response: "Okay! You have plans, I won't stop you, but I hope you will come back often!"

Yu Zonghai spread his hands and did not respond directly.

Then he looked at the steaming steamed buns on the table, smiled slightly and said, "Lao Dai and Ziyan have been coming to this teahouse to eat steamed stuffed buns dozens of times, but I have never had a chance to try them. I have some free time, so I want to try two baskets of steamed buns."

"But I didn't bring any money, I'm afraid the young marshal will treat me."

"Okay! Please!"

Chu Tian laughed and raised his hand: "I'll teach you how to eat this bun..."

On the second day after the teahouse, Chu Tian led the Shuaijun brothers and the officials of the Zong Association to hold a grand funeral for Eunuch Dai. Everywhere the team passed was plain, paper money was flying around, and the white cloth wreaths were even sold out. The specifications surpassed almost every boss in Zhongnanhai.

When paying homage to the tomb of Eunuch Dai, Yu Zonghai, with his hair tied up, white clothes and white scarf, came gracefully. It was a bird barking in the woods, and at the sound of the flute, its cry changed to a whimper.

After the song, Yu Zonghai poured wine, his white robe fluttered, and his affection was soaring.

The baijiu is like a practice, and it falls to the ground.

All quiet.

"Old Dai, rest in peace!"

"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names!"

"You will not be lonely, Zong Hai will walk with you!"

In the next second, Yu Zonghai vomited blood and died with his coffin supported. A pair of old friends who had faced the torrents and dangerous shoals together for decades continued to drive westward like this. But before Chutian and the others were shocked, The 49 sect association officials yelled at Tianchang as if they had made an appointment: "Elder-in-law, I will walk with you."

Immediately, 49 knives, the knives went up, and the knives fell!

Blood spattered and turned into strands of loyal guardian souls!Eunuch Dai is dead!

On that ambulance that was destined to be recorded in history, on that stretcher that was cold and mixed with the smell of disinfectant, he left with his life's glory, abjection, humbleness, magnificence, and countless unrevealable secrets. Like an epiphyllum that blooms wantonly in the middle of the night.

Blooming, withering, just like the cycle of seasons!

Eunuch Dai walked very peacefully and quietly, just like the old man gave people the same impression as before, not showing mountains or dew, not dazzling, lying on that cold stretcher, he seemed to be asleep, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth. With a knowing smile that Zhongnanhai has never seen before.

The death of Dai Lao caused a dark wave in the capital. Although the central government of the Celestial Dynasty knew many things, but out of security and stability considerations, they still sent heavy troops to deter the Zong Association. There are also many masters approaching the capital.

But after Yu Zonghai appeared with the suicide note in hand, he regained his composure, because Eunuch Dai left a will that could not be forged. It is clearly pointed out that Wen Ziyan is his future successor.

Hosts from various factions also testified to the authenticity of the suicide note.

At the same time, the Central Committee stated that it would definitely investigate the cause of Eunuch Dai’s death and give an explanation to the clan association. With the will of the old man Dai and the sincerity of the Central Committee, the massacre was quietly resolved, and then the Central Committee asked Chutian to organize the funeral of the old man. Let the latter be buried as soon as possible.

The meaning of the Central Committee of the Celestial Dynasty is quite clear, because Ren Xiaolu has revealed the identity of Eunuch Dai, then the authorities can no longer cover the national flag for the old Dai, and the big bosses of all parties can't send him to Babaoshan, but the funeral must be grand, so Chutian is the most suitable.

"Row!"

Chu Tian agreed without hesitation, and paid for it himself.

When Shen Binger and the Zonghui were quietly and orderly preparing for the funeral, Chu Tian was sitting in the tea house holding the sky wheel chain. Perhaps God also sighed for the old man, so he sent a light rain in autumn, the rain was pattering, The world is lonely, and the only customer in Nuo Da's teahouse is Chu Tian.

"Old Dai, you broke your promise, the sky wheel chain doesn't work."

Playing with the beads, Chu Tian murmured and sighed, two days had passed, and he still couldn't get over the death of Eunuch Dai. Standing up to his height, this kindness is always surging in my heart.

"Old Dai, eat a few more buns."

Chutian put the sky wheel chain back on his hand, then picked up a warm steamed bun and put it in the opposite bowl, and opened the skin of the steamed bun like a child, letting the broth slowly flow into the porcelain bowl, at the same time, He filled an empty cup with tea: "You eat the meat, I eat the skin!"

The hot and sweet buns were stuffed into his mouth, and there was a layer of moisture different from rain in Chutian's eyes again. He opened three big buns in a row, and the broth filled the porcelain bowl opposite, and he held The steamed stuffed bun began to gulp down, maybe because he ate it too fast, he choked.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chu Tian coughed violently, his body was slightly hunched, but he finally swallowed it together with his tears, and when he fell back on the chair to pant, a cup of tea was handed over, and a strong and powerful voice sounded: "Young commander, you eat I'm in a hurry, come, have a cup of tea."

Chu Tian took the teacup and leaned back, then sat up straight and looked at the uninvited guest. He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head: "You shouldn't show up! You are already dead. Actually, when you hand out the suicide note, you won't You should come forward, otherwise you will become the target of the Lian family's revenge!"

"When Mr. Dai is alive, I can't show up."

A middle-aged man sat in front of Chutian, his voice remained respectful: "Because he doesn't want to tear himself apart with the Lian family, but now that Mr. Dai has passed away, my suspended animation is meaningless, and I need to come out to stabilize the situation. , and more importantly, this is the attitude of the religious association."

Chu Tian put the empty cup on the table: "What attitude?"

The middle-aged man sighed, took up the topic and replied: "It is of great significance for me, Yu Zonghai, to come back to life. It not only shows that in the Battle of London, Mr. Dai really plotted against the Lian family, but also shows that the Zong Association and the Lian family are at odds. The father and son have completely dispelled their plans to infiltrate the sect association."

After thinking for a while, Chu Tian nodded: "I understand." Then he smiled wryly again: "It seems that Dai Lao has laid a dead end for himself long ago, the purpose is to raise up all the people around him, but this guy only Without thinking about himself, he could have enjoyed a few more years of happiness!"

"I have seen Mr. Dai, he is comforting."

Regarding the life and death of Eunuch Dai, Chu Tian found that Yu Zonghai was not only more open-minded than the officials of the Zong Association, but even he was difficult to achieve the former's indifference, and then heard him add quietly: "So the young commander should not be too concerned about Mr. Dai He begged to die to live a better life for you."

"If you can't get over the sadness, Mr. Dai will be unhappy."

Yu Zonghai's words made Chu Tian nodded slightly, looking at the earnest eyes of the elders of the clan association, Chu Tian exhaled a long breath, and said in a firm voice, "Don't worry, I won't disappoint Mr. Dai, and I won't let his hard work go to waste. Not only do I want to live well, but I also want to watch Ziyan grow up."

"Old Yu, Ziyan is counting on you."

A smile flashed across Yu Zonghai's face, and then he replied aloud: "Mr. Dai originally wanted me to help Ziyan wholeheartedly and remove all obstacles inside and outside the meeting for her, but the death of the old man made the central government feel extremely guilty. Moreover, Ziyan was accepted in the meeting, and all obstacles disappeared."

Speaking of this, Yu Zonghai looked at Chu Tian and added: "The death of the old man has created the safest and most relaxed environment for Ziyan. Even if no one helps Ziyan, she will grow up very well, not to mention the young commander is here Ask her around? My guardian is meaningless."

"What do you mean?"

Chu Tian poured him a cup of tea: "It feels like you're going to pick someone up?"

Yu Zonghai let out a burst of hearty laughter, glanced at a trace of fatigue and sighed: "The young commander guessed right, I am ready to give up the pick, I have been too busy these years, so I want to find a chance to have a good rest, I plan to take a long vacation for myself after the funeral of my father-in-law."

Chu Tian was taken aback for a moment, although he was a little puzzled by Zong Hai's departure at this time, but thinking that he was indeed too tired all these years, Chu Tian took back the words to persuade him to stay, and then nodded in response: "Okay! You have plans, I won't stop you, but I hope you will come back often!"

Yu Zonghai spread his hands and did not respond directly.

Then he looked at the steaming steamed buns on the table, smiled slightly and said, "Lao Dai and Ziyan have been coming to this teahouse to eat steamed stuffed buns dozens of times, but I have never had a chance to try them. I have some free time, so I want to try two baskets of steamed buns."

"But I didn't bring any money, I'm afraid the young marshal will treat me."

"Okay! Please!"

Chu Tian laughed and raised his hand: "I'll teach you how to eat this bun..."

On the second day after the teahouse, Chu Tian led the Shuaijun brothers and the officials of the Zong Association to hold a grand funeral for Eunuch Dai. Everywhere the team passed was plain, paper money was flying around, and the white cloth wreaths were even sold out. The specifications surpassed almost every boss in Zhongnanhai.

When paying homage to the tomb of Eunuch Dai, Yu Zonghai, with his hair tied up, white clothes and white scarf, came gracefully. It was a bird barking in the woods, and at the sound of the flute, its cry changed to a whimper.

After the song, Yu Zonghai poured wine, his white robe fluttered, and his affection was soaring.

The baijiu is like a practice, and it falls to the ground.

All quiet.

"Old Dai, rest in peace!"

"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names!"

"You will not be lonely, Zong Hai will walk with you!"

In the next second, Yu Zonghai vomited blood and died with his coffin supported. A pair of old friends who had faced the torrents and dangerous shoals together for decades continued to drive westward like this. But before Chutian and the others were shocked, The 49 sect association officials yelled at Tianchang as if they had made an appointment: "Elder-in-law, I will walk with you."

Immediately, 49 knives, the knives went up, and the knives fell!

Blood spattered and turned into strands of loyal guardian souls!