~Date: ~October 14th~

,nbsp;When various forces mocked Chu Tian’s actions, Nangong Shangxia was sincerely grateful to Chu Tian.

Nowadays, friends who are icing on the cake must have gone to the forefront, but those who are helping each other in time are almost extinct, let alone the most difficult and dangerous time of the Nangong family. Therefore, Chu Tian's help moved everyone in Nangong. No one expected that Chu Tian would stand up at this time.

Moreover, Nangong Yue has been staying in the hospital these days, and the funeral matters were all planned by Chu Tian instructing everyone. Therefore, Chu Tian became the backbone of Nangong, and the middle and senior officials who were loyal to Nangong absolutely obeyed Chu Tian's instructions to do things, and the latter became the head of the Nangong family.

The Western King, who occasionally participated, also joked with Nie Wuming: "After this funeral, the young marshal's prestige was no less than that of Nangong Yue."

Nie Wuming smiled but did not answer: This is a good thing!

Three days passed quickly, and it was a peaceful past. During this period, no one came out to stop the funeral, and no one secretly stumbling to Chu Tian. Prince George and the Lucy family did not move, and even the Lian family, who was far away in Taiwan, remained silent without any action.

Lian Bubai seems to admit his failure.

Chu Tian ignored what the parties were thinking and what the situation was. These things were secretly dealt with by the King of Westerners and Shen Binger. His energy was mainly focused on the details of the funeral. Since he agreed to Nangong Yue to prepare for this funeral, Chu Tian went all out to do it.

Moreover, he had talked to Mrs. Nangong in the supermarket and ate pizza made by the latter himself. Therefore, Chu Tian's mentality was a little more respectful, which made him go around the venue all day long and completely confirm that the funeral was ready. He called Nangong Yue of the hospital.

Nangong Yue arrived at the venue at 6 a.m. on the day of the funeral.

Because Nangong Ning was injured and extremely weak, Nangong kept this from her. After all, the mother and daughter had a deep affection. Once she knew that her mother died tragically under the knife of a middle-aged man, Nangong Ning would probably have blood and blood to attack her heart, and she would never be able to withstand the drastic changes when she was stabbed into the ribs.

Therefore, most of the people who accompany Nangong Yue in the mourning hall were subordinates of Nangong.

The venue for Chu Tian rented was large enough to accommodate two thousand guests. It was covered with plain strips of black and white. All the dazzling and festive colors at the gate were removed, and replaced by large white paintings hanging on the gate. At the gate were two burly men in black suits and white shirts.

Fourteen brothers of the generals and fourteen elite Nangong.

They stood at the forefront to welcome the guests. Once someone came in, brothers would receive invitations and report their names. Others bent down to salute and express their gratitude. There were many guests in the morning, which made the waists of both brothers ached slightly, but the visitors were all the Nangong family and Shuaijun Hall leader.

No one came to the 600 guest invitations sent out in the past and after.

The brothers in charge of etiquette looked solemn, but Nangong Yue looked calm, walked out of the inner hall and stood beside Chu Tian, ​​drinking the door that began to be silent and sighed: "I thought I had made many friends, not seeking to share weal and woe, but only asking for comfort or encouragement in times of difficulty."

"It's a pity that I didn't realize until today that everything is my own fantasy."

In a while feeling quite emotional, Nangong Yue took his hands and took a step forward, and his eyes were filled with playful thoughts: "But that's fine. Only when the black clouds hit the city can the walls be firm, and only when the waves wash away the sand can see real gold. This incident of the Nangong family made me understand what a true friend is."

Chu Tian patted his shoulder, and a smile flashed across his face and said, "Mr. Nangong, don't be sad. They should be grateful when they come. Don't worry if they don't come. It's raining. Mother wants to get married. Let him. One day they will understand what a mistake their choice is."

Nangong Yue nodded: "They will regret it."

"Princess Yana, here!"

"The Seven Cultists in Red, Arrive!"

"Eighteen sons of the Middle East, here!"

Just as Chu Tian and Nangong Yue were whispering, the brothers responsible for reception outside burst out three times, each sound was full of breath like afternoon thunder, and their shouts made people feel excited and hot. The hundreds of elites who heard the words were indeed surprised: Why are they here?

Why did they come?

Chu Tian was also stunned, and this thought similar to everyone was flashed by a surprise thought! Nangong Yue stared at Chu Tian with wide eyes, thinking that it was the latter who summoned the three giants to show off his wife, which made him look grateful again. Chu Tian wanted to say something, but saw that the guests had arrived.

He could only temporarily suppress the topic and turn around and walk towards the door, but his face was puzzled and clearly visible. He had never sent an invitation to these three parties. Except for the little Atiya who had a bit of a "stolen" relationship with him, the rest of them were just ordinary friends and did not have much emotional interaction.

What's more, Mrs. Nangong invited them to the funeral,,, strange!

"Hello, Young Marshal! Sacrifice and follow the changes!"

As Chu Tian's thoughts turned, Princess Yana, wearing a black long skirt, walked in calmly with several Mingbi. Although Chu Tian had never dealt with her, she could still remember the royal princess. She did not correct her words at the moment and stepped forward to shake hands and hug her gently.

Then the princess whispered: "The prince asked me to bow for him, and I'm sorry by the way."

Chu Tian nodded suddenly and realized that it was Albert who asked Princess Yana to attend the funeral. Obviously, the old man with silver hair also knew the whole story. In order not to have a stale relationship between the two sides because of George, Princess Yana was asked to cushion the conflict. This prince was really thoughtful.

Chu Tian smiled faintly and let go of the girl who was so scented: "Thank you, thank you, the prince, and thank you, the princess, come! Please come inside the princess."

Princess Yana nodded respectfully. She was absolutely afraid and obedient to Chu Tian. After all, the pile of corpses in the battle of the long street gave her too much excitement, and her life was also saved by Chu Tian. Therefore, although she was a little worried about whether the Nangong family would hate her because Prince George,

But she still walked into the venue.

"Princess, please here."

The friendship of Nangong members made Princess Yana breathed a sigh of relief. Neither Shuai Jun nor Nangong family showed hostility to her. Obviously, the friend Chu Tian accepted was also their friend. Nangong Yue even politely returned the gift and sent a special person to accompany Princess Yana and the others.

This also made Princess Yana admire and admire Chu Tian even more. The hatred of the near-destroyed family did not make Nangong Yue hate the house and the Wuwu, and did not find excuses to humiliate her or beat her to vent her anger for the deceased. It can be seen how much influence Chu Tian had on Nangong Yue, and how amazing Chu Tian's prestige was.

"Hello! I'm interested!"

After Chu Tian received the princess, he saw the seven red-clothed scholars coming over. The latter collectively bowed slightly to Chu Tian to pay tribute. Then he spoke very simply and directly: "Young Marshal, Bishop Wolsey asked me to bring you a word. He and the Young Marshal will always stand under the same cross."

"No matter how powerful the devil is, he is willing to be with you."

A hint of gratitude flashed across Chu Tian's face. This was the most direct manifestation of Bishop Wolsey's support. A hint of guilt immediately emerged: "Thank you Bishop Wolsey for me. Chu Tian is really ashamed. He invited me to St. Paul's church several times, but Chu Tian did not rush to him, but instead made him feel sad."

"You guys go back today, please say sorry for me."

The Red Cultivator bowed his head again: "The Young Marshal is so serious! Bishop Wolsey has no intention of blame. He said that the Young Marshal must have considered the Young Marshal if he did not go to St. Paul's Church. After he knew the Young Marshal's identity, he also dispersed his anxiousness. He said, he believes you will meet sooner or later."

He smiled softly: "God will definitely arrange it."

Chu Tian nodded again with gratitude. He really didn't expect the Cardinal to dare to support him openly. This is completely different from Princess Yana's cushioning etiquette. But he still can't figure out why Wolsey loves him so much? Eunuch Dai's prestige is so high?

"Please do this."

In surprise, Nangong members had already led the Red Cultists into the mourning hall. Their arrival made people feel refreshed. Such prominent guests were better than a hundred fence-bearers. Moreover, the Nangong family also had interactions with St. Paul's Church on weekdays, so Nangong also warmly welcomed them.

Nangong Yue knew in his heart that the Red Cult appeared because of Chu Tian’s invitation.

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