After leaving the Tongguo Shabu Shabu Restaurant, Fan Keqi and Han Jiulin temporarily separated and went to find a place to repair their laptops.
When leaving, Han Jiulin said: "If something happens at night, please call me in time."
Fan Keqi smiled freely and said: "Don't worry, there are not many guys who can take advantage of my aunt, except of course the fat man today, he is really too fat."
The two said goodbye with a smile. After getting in the car again, Han Jiulin looked solemn and said to Kong Qianqiu: "Let's go and have a look at your place."
Kong Qianqiu showed excitement in his eyes, nodded with a smile, and drove towards the western suburbs of the capital.
Half a month ago, Kong Qianqiu came to the capital to congratulate the old man of the Pang family on his birthday, but he never returned to Linyi.
It was precisely because he was doing something that Han Jiulin asked him to do, which was to run a shop at the foot of Bazhen Mountain and observe the condition of a specific tomb in the Bazhen Mountain Cemetery.
Bazhen Mountain, one of the most famous cemeteries in Beijing, is the only Feng Shui treasure place open to ordinary people for burial.
Han Jiulin's biological mother Zhao Xianya was buried on Bazhen Mountain.
Kong Qianqiu drove all the way to the foot of Bazhen Mountain, where he spent a lot of money to take over a store.
Opening the store door, Kong Qianqiu gave Han Jiulin a carefully selected selection of burning paper ingot candles and other practical items from the store.
Han Jiulin took the burning paper and asked: "Which restaurant next door tastes good?"
Kong Qianqiu pointed to a restaurant not far away and said, "That restaurant tastes quite authentic."
Han Jiulin nodded and told Ye Zhaoling: "Go and pack me a portion of boiled chicken, a portion of sauced pig's trotters, a portion of braised lion's head, and a portion of noodles with soybean paste. These are the things my mother loved to eat during her lifetime.
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Ye Zhaoling nodded in agreement, turned around and left.
Then, Han Jiulin moved a chair, sat down, raised his eyes to Kong Qianqiu, and asked, "Tell me, what have you heard about in the past half month?"
Kong Qianqiu clasped his hands together in front of his lower abdomen, and replied respectfully: "Mr. Han, before I came here, I discovered that someone had splashed red paint on your tombstone, and a line of words was written in red paint."
"What word?" Han Jiulin had actually heard about this incident for a long time. It was said that someone splashed red paint on his mother Zhao Xianya's tombstone and it happened in the second year after he left the capital, that is, nine years ago.
Later, Han Jiulin was honored as the Northern Warlord. After hearing the news, he immediately sent his soldiers to confirm it.
However, Han Jiulin didn't know whether the line at this time had the same content as the previous line, so he asked Kong Qianqiu to repeat it again.
Kong Qianqiu swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "The content of that line is 'Bitch Zhao has done all the evil things, and will not have a good death before his death, and will not have peace after death!'"
"Bang!"
Even though Han Jiulin had known about this for a long time, when he heard it again, he still felt endless anger boiling in his chest, and his whole body's momentum rose in vain, like a thunderous wave!
The small porcelain teacup next to him that Kong Qianqiu had just poured him a cup of tea suddenly shattered!
Kong Qianqiu took a step back in horror, took a breath of cold air, and became extremely careful.
Han Jiulin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again, and said to Kong Qianqiu: "Continue talking."
Kong Qianqiu stabilized his mind and continued: "Over the past few days, I have become familiar with the merchants around me. Many of the merchants around me have been at the foot of Bazhen Mountain for more than ten or twenty years.
There happened to be one of them who witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of someone splashing red paint on the tombstone of the royal family several years ago..."
Han Jiulin raised his hand and asked, "Have you recorded it?"
Kong Qianqiu nodded and said, "Recorded."
"That's good." Han Jiulin lit a cigarette, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
Kong Qianqiu hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Mr. Han, the woman who wrote in red paint on the tombstone of the royal family nine years ago came to Bazhen Mountain again just a few days ago."
Han Jiulin's eyes suddenly opened and he asked, "Did she do something again?"
Kong Qianqiu said: "She asked her followers to scatter a lot of these things next to the mausoleum's tomb."
As he spoke, Kong Qianqiu bent down and took out a transparent sealed plastic box from the corner of the counter, with a mass of black stuff inside.
"What is this?" Han Jiulin raised his eyebrows gloomily.
Kong Qianqiu said: "This is black shit. That woman made people scatter lots of black shit beside your father's tomb."
"Bang!" Han Jiulin suddenly raised his hand and smashed the armrest of the chair he was sitting on with a slap. He stood up and turned to look at Bazhen Mountain, his face turned ashen!
Kong Qianqiu cautiously came to Han Jiulin's side and said with some doubts: "Mr. Han, I would like to take the liberty to ask, you have unparalleled glory in China, commanding millions of soldiers, and have great power.
Who is that woman, and how brave is she to dare to be so disrespectful on your father's grave?"
Before coming to Bazhen Mountain to inquire about the news, Han Jiulin made it clear that he would only inquire but not act.
Therefore, even if Kong Qianqiu saw red paint splashed on Han Jiulin's mother's tombstone and disrespectful words written on the deceased, he just looked at it and did not dare to erase the traces.
And a few days ago, after the woman and her men spread a large amount of black shit on Han Jiulin's mother's mother's body, he did not dare to act rashly. He just took advantage of the darkness to secretly pick up a piece and use it as evidence to present it one day.
To Han Jiulin.
Kong Qianqiu couldn't figure out how important that woman was to dare to do such a disrespectful thing to Han Jiulin's deceased mother.
Isn't she afraid of Han Jiulin's revenge?
Han Jiulin looked at Bazhen Mountain intently, sneered, and said quietly: "For some people, these identities and powers of this king are just a passing cloud and will not be taken seriously at all."
Kong Qianqiu took a breath of cold air and couldn't understand. Who dared to treat Han Jiulin as a passing thing and ignore him?
Kong Qianqiu has prided himself on being an old Buddha in Linyi for many years, and feels that he is very successful in the capital, but until now, he has not actually figured out some of Han Jiulin's past.
Not to mention the past enmity between Han Jiulin and the Han family in Beijing.
However, this cannot be blamed on Kong Qianqiu. In fact, only the truly wealthy nobles in the capital would know about the expulsion of Han Jiulin by the Han family.
Moreover, since Han Jiulin rose to fame five years ago and became the Northern Warlord and the Northern Qi Heavenly King, few people dared to talk about this past event in public.
After all, whether it is Han Jiulin or the Han family in the capital, they are not easy to mess with for the powerful people in the capital.
There is no need to get caught just because of gossip.
Not long after, Ye Zhaoling packed up some meat and fried noodles in the restaurant that Han Jiulin ordered for cold food.
Han Jiulin mentioned burning paper and walked out of the store.
Kong Qianqiu turned around and locked the store door, then ran all the way, following Han Jiulin and Ye Zhaoling.
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