Aunt Qing’s child?

——The little baby who was killed by a bomb before he was a month old?

Zhao Can was stunned. It was hard to imagine that decades passed and the dusty history was opened again.

During the Spring Festival of the imperial capital that year, Zhao Can, Aunt Qing, Aqiang, Xiaoyou and his family had a happy meal. After the meal, Zhao Can asked about Xiaoyou. Xiaoyou told Aunt Zhao Can Qing had a child with Ning Liheng before. Aunt Qing came to New Delhi for a business. Unexpectedly, the child was born as soon as she arrived in New Delhi. Then the Sino-Indian War broke out, Ning Liheng led his army to drive tanks directly into the capital New Delhi. Almost at that time, an Indian general threatened Ning Liheng's child. Ning Liheng refused to surrender. Finally, the general fired a bomb and landed in the hospital where the child was, and his weak life ended.

Rajput's father found the remains of the child and turned into ashes and placed them in the Taj Mahal for worship!

"Where is the child's ashes?"

Zhao Can couldn't suppress the anger in his heart at this time. The ashes of his relatives were stolen, and Zhao Can had the desire to kill people.

"Rajiput, what else do you have to hide from me? You said you don't know the ashes inside, and you refused to tell me along the way, what medicine are you selling in the gourd?"

Rajiput also looked panicked, "Prince Zhao please calm down. I do this to make you sad, lest you get upset about Aunt Qing's past. As for why the child's ashes disappeared, I swear I never did anything, and I don't have the need to call you to New Delhi and then play tricks on you... Don't worry, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will find the ashes!"

Zhao Can was just angry with Rajiput's style of doing things. He knew that he was coming to get it but he was still unwilling to say anything. What's going on? Now that he has the ashes, he has been stolen.

"Must find the child's ashes. I won't tell Aunt Qing until it's found."

"I understand, alas------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Then I ask you, sure it was just recently lost? Are you sure the things in the box are there for decades?"

"this--"

Rajput looked at the monk next to him, and the monk shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Donald Zhao, we have never moved the box before, and we are not sure when it will be lost."

"That's just that it's very difficult to check? I don't know that it was lost on that day for decades. But even if it's hard to check, it must be found." Zhao Can cursed inwardly and said that if he found someone who secretly caught the ashes, he would definitely turn him into ashes.

When he returned to New Delhi, Zhao Can went to meet Alhan.

His residence is a courtyard with a beautiful environment. A dirty and messy slum outside the wall. This is probably the case with heaven and hell.

Ah Xi, who was waiting at the door, saw Zhao Can coming and hurried to greet him, "Young Master Zhao, Alhan has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

“Leading the way forward.”

"please."

Through the spring-like scenery corridor, I came to the lawn of the back garden. I thought the white-haired teacher wearing white loose clothes was leading several young yoga students on the lawn barefoot.

The old man's name is Alhan, who is 90 years old this year, is still in good health and is the heir of ancient yoga in India.

"His eyes?" Zhao Can noticed that Alhan's eyes seemed to be blind.

Ah Xi: "He had cataracts caused blindness in the past few years."

"oh……"

...

"Okay, let's teach you this day, and you can continue practicing." Alhanshou walked over with his hands together, and although his eyes were out of sight, the other sensory organs became more sensitive, no different from ordinary people.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

"Hello."

Zhao Can also clasped his hands together and bowed.

"I have heard of the master's yoga attainments for a long time, and I am indeed a role model for us when I see it today."

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhao laughed."

The two of them walked over to sit down politely, poured tea and stood beside them to serve.

"I heard Ah Xi say before that Mr. Zhao, you have made great achievements in ancient yoga. I wonder who Mr. Zhao has mastered him?"

"Sir."

"Sir?"

Zhao Can smiled and taught it systematically, but no one believed it. "Actually, I liked yoga when I was a child. At the beginning, I watched a movie called "Himalaya Star", which was about ancient Indian yoga. At that time, I was particularly curious about the degree of bend of the human body and the exaggerated body movements, so I tried... Bar, Bar, Bar..." Zhao Can started editing.

Other Zhao Can is not interested in yoga, but he practices a lot because his wives like yoga and always hold him to teach. However, this yoga does improve their body shape. Since their body shape has become more stylish since they practice yoga, their body curves have become more obvious and attractive.

At this time, discussing yoga with Alhan is just about his preference.

Zhao Can did not show any of it, mainly because he was not in the mood today.

After chatting for a while, yoga started talking, Zhao Can returned to the topic.

"Master Alhan, I actually want to ask some things about the child worshipped in the Taj Mahal..."

Zhao Can asked.

After all, it was a regret of his own relatives, and Zhao Can was always worried about it.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to be Xiao Qingyuan's grandson, and I didn't expect you to be Xiao Yuanrong's grandson."

"Oh? Do you still know my grandma?"

Zhao Can thought he only knew Aunt Qing, but he never expected that he also mentioned Xiao Yuanrong, who was Zhao Can's grandmother and Aunt Qing's sister.

"Of course I know it." Alhan sighed, "It happened many years ago, probably old Shanghai..."

"Oh--" Although Zhao Can wants to learn more about his grandmother, it is really not the time. "Master Alhan, what I care about the most now is the child's ashes. Ah Xi told me on the phone, you know? But I still have questions, is the child's ashes placed on the Taj Mahal really the child's ashes?"

Zhao Can's suspicion is unreasonable. After all, if Aunt Qing knew that her child's ashes were far away in a foreign land, she would have sent someone to take them back long ago, so how could she let them go?

"I can tell you responsibly that it is indeed Aunt Qing's child."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I personally cremated the child." Alhan said firmly.

"This--" Zhao Can was stunned and became even more confused. According to him, he and Aunt Qing knew each other. Since the child died and the bones were still there, he should notify Aunt Qing, why did it be placed in the Taj Mahal?

Alhan smiled, "Young Master Zhao didn't know that the situation was urgent at that time, and the bomb did blow up the hospital. When Xiao Qingyuan arrived at the scene, it was already ruins. Moreover, the reason for the war at that time was that Xiao Qingyuan was in a very dangerous situation, and someone took Aunt Qing away."

"Your grandmother Xiao Yuanrong is kind to me. Xiao Qingyuan is her sister. Naturally, I can't sit idly by. Besides, he is a child who is not yet full month old. I have to help me, so someone gave me some money and asked me to find someone to clean up the ruins, and then find the child's regret and hand it over to Rajiput's father for him to place him in the Taj Mahal for worship."

"Wait a minute, I have two questions here! The first one - you said someone gave you some money to find the remains of that child, who is it?"

"I am a Chinese, that's an amazing person. The first time I met that person was in the Republic of China. He was very powerful at that time. No one knew his origin, no one knew how rich and powerful he was, and he could do anything!"

"omnipotent?"

"Yes! It's omnipotent. In the time I knew him, he was omnipotent! He knew all the languages ​​of various countries. Every rented territory in Shanghai had to sell his face, and even the Japanese had to respect him three points."

"So amazing? How about Du Yuesheng?"

"Du Yuesheng? Haha, that person is so powerful than Du Yuesheng. Many celebrities in Shanghai were fascinated by it. He liked to go to the most prosperous nights of Shanghai to drink, and was very nice to the Xiao sisters, that is, your grandmother and aunt Qing."

"Uh...Is it a good friend?" Zhao Can asked tentatively.

"It's like...and not like, how can I say it? It's like the kind of unorganized protection of their sisters without asking for rewards. I really don't understand why he is like this."

"Is there such a person? My grandmother and Aunt Qing were both beautiful girls when they were young."

"Well, they are really beautiful. The first time I went to work, I was a doorman in Shanghai. When I first met them, I got out of that gentleman's car, which amazed them. I still remember when I went to open the car door, your grandmother gave me a tip from Yuan Datou."

"That gentleman spent a lot of money in Shanghai that night, just to make the two sisters of Xiao happy and have fun. I remember the most vivid memory of that night was a Japanese general who was also drinking in Shanghai at night. When he saw the Xiao sisters dancing on the dance floor, he felt a sympathy, so he went up to tease her and insisted on pulling the Xiao sisters to drink with him. At that time, the gentleman came over and slapped the Japanese man hard."

Speaking of this, Alhan was very excited.

"Everyone present was shocked, including other French, American, British... they were shocked without a single step."

Zhao Can nodded, he still understood this. After all, Japan was arrogant at that time, and Europeans and Americans were terrified.

But Alhan said this, if it weren't for bragging, that person would be really amazing.

"What happened later?"

"Dead!"

"Diet? Was he beaten to death by the Japanese?"

"It's not that the gentleman died, it's that Japan died."

"this--"

"After slapping Japan, the Japanese wanted to kill the gentleman immediately. The gentleman threw it to you something like a jade. The Japanese man's face changed drastically after seeing the jade. He knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed to admit his mistake. That was the Republic of China. The Japanese kowtowed to a Chinese and admitted his mistake. This is amazing!"

"What about it later?" Zhao Can became more and more excited as he heard it.

"Later, the Japanese apologized and left the scene. The gentleman also felt relieved, so he took the Xiao sisters away and went to other places. But the Japanese committed suicide by septum the next day."

"real?"

"It's true. As for whether it was because of the incident on the night, everyone has different opinions, but later everyone was willing to think that it was because of Mr., the Japanese man committed suicide by separatism. After all, something was needed to inspire the morale of the depressed nationality at that time."

"It's pretty cool, then how did you know my grandmother and the others?"

"I don't understand either."

“Why?”

Alhan thought about it in a daze, then smiled, "I really don't know why I met you. I remember the next night the manager in Shanghai received a call, asking an employee named Alhan to go to the mansion for dinner. I am Alhan, and I was invited."

"this?"
To be continued...