When night fell, Wang Zan and Song Laohu had already drunk more than a half bottle of Lao Baigan. The young man had a confused look on his face and his tongue was knotted when he spoke. The old man smoked cigarettes and sniffed a few sips of strong alcohol, as if he had more power.

The atmosphere was very harmonious and the conversation was quite pleasant, but what Feng Zhining didn't understand was that the wine was almost gone and the meat was almost eaten, but Wang Zan did not mention his intention to come to the other party at all. He was confused and forgot about the serious matter?

"Come on, uncle, I really can't fight for the last drink. I'll drink it. I'll have to sleep after I finish drinking..."

"Gudu, Gudu"

"Plop"

After Wang Zan drank the remaining half of the bottle of Lao Baigan, he finally lost to alcohol. He tilted his body and poured it towards the side.

Song Laohu put down his wine glass and said to Feng Zhining: "There is a room next door. Please help him over and have a good sleep. There is water in the kitchen. Please help him prepare some on the head of the bed."

Feng Zhining said "Oh" twice, then helped Wang Zan to bring it to the bed, and then came over to get a bottle of water. Before leaving, he looked at Song Laohu with a silence. The other party was packing the table, but he said without raising his head: "You are strange. You have been drinking all afternoon. We are basically bragging to each other and pulling the calf. Why has he not spoken out his purpose?"

Feng Zhining scratched his head awkwardly and nodded with a smile.

Song Laohu said: "He is so smart. He knows that as long as I don't drive him out, he will ask me if he has something to do later, and I probably won't refuse..."

Feng Zhining suddenly realized that he could see that the old and the young were a few decades apart, but the two of them could be said to be close friends.

The next morning, when the sun was noon, Wang Zan's head was about to explode and then woke up. The hangover was very uncomfortable all night. After drinking a bottle of water, he went to the bathroom to feel better. After getting up with Feng Zhining, Song Laohu had already cooked a pot of millet porridge and a few pickles waiting for them to come for dinner.

Wang Zan held the rice bowl and pulled the millet porridge, saying, "I felt a little full of blood and resurrection after eating this bowl. Otherwise, the alcohol was still in my body, and I wanted to vomit when I walked two steps. Uncle, let me have another bowl."

"Eat quickly, get out after eating." Song Laohu served him another bowl of porridge and handed it over. After Wang Zan took it, he said in a normal manner: "Uncle, I was drinking yesterday and I haven't said anything yet. I came here this time to ask you for some information."

"Hmm?" Song Laohu raised his head.

Feng Zhining immediately listened with his ears and saw Wang Zan saying, "I want to know the birth date and horoscope of Emperor Qianlong..."

The birth date and horoscope of emperors of all dynasties must be a huge secret. Almost no one in the entire palace except the emperor's parents, even the important officials in the court may not be clear. Because if the birth date and horoscope are known by people with ulterior motives, there will be too many things to do, and it may even affect the fortune of a country, so it must be classified as a secret.

Now that the Qing Dynasty has been destroyed for two hundred years, although the emperor's birth date and horoscope is not a secret, I really have no place to inquire if I want to know it. Even if there is something circulating in the world, it is probably not accurate or fake. But only Song Laohu must know the truth. It is a very simple question. They are gaze guards and guard the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty. They must be clear about the horoscopes of emperors of all dynasties. At least Song Laohu has to burn paper to worship during the sacrifice. On the contrary, none of the descendants of the Qing royal family know about it.

Song Laohu looked at him quietly and said, "You are so ruthless when you ask this. Although the Qing Dynasty has also perished, my identity is still here. If I tell you, wouldn't it be a custodian?"

Wang Zan said with a smile: "If someone else asks, you must doubt their scheming, but if I ask, I definitely don't have this idea. You know, if I really want to do anything, I don't need to ask Qianlong's birth date and horoscope. Is this the reason?"

Song Laohu stretched out his finger and pointed at him, saying, "It makes sense, but you are pretty stinky."

"I want to calculate that this object flowed out of Qianlong's stolen tomb. Now the thing is still there, but I don't know where it is going. This playful meaning is Qianlong's personal object. If I know his birth date, I can figure it out..."

Song Laohu frowned immediately. The tombs of Qianlong and Cixi were stolen by Sun Dianying. This was no secret, but now it has been almost a hundred years, and those antiques have probably not known where they have been wandering.

"Can I ask what it is?" Song Laohu asked.

Feng Zhining suddenly became nervous. He was quite afraid that Wang Zan would tell the other party the truth, and Song Laohu might have another idea. To be honest, other antiques may not be anything, at most they are valuable, but the usefulness and value of the Dhara Sutra quilt are too great, and this can no longer be measured by money.

"A monk's skirt. To put it bluntly, this monk's skirt is the shroud after Qianlong's death. However, the meaning of the monk's skirt is not on the surface, but there is a quilt in the mezzanine. It is said that it was a gift given to Qianlong by a lama from Tibetan areas. Later, it was stolen from the tomb by Sun Dianying. Unfortunately, this idiot didn't know that the most valuable thing in the tomb was this monk's skirt, which finally fell into the world and disappeared."

Feng Zhining sighed in his heart. Sure enough, Wang Zan had no intention of hiding or lying at all. Then there would be one more person who knew the secret. By then, Song Laohu had such a close relationship with the Qing royal family, and I wonder if the other party would reveal it.

Song Laohu was a little surprised. It was obviously the first time he had heard the rumor of the quilt of the Dhara Sutra. He did not expect that there would be such a treasure in Qianlong's tomb.

"What a good thing..." Song Laohu nodded and sighed. The opponent paused. He said, "I'll tell you about Qianlong's birthday later. If you have the chance, you'll get it. Bring it here to open my eyes. I'm not very interested in these things, but I'm still curious."

Wang Zan said: "That's fine, but it depends on when I can find this thing."
Chapter completed!