My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

0533 said confidently, "That's right!"

After hearing this, Wan Sutong looked at Zhao Jinghua again with an inquiring look on her face. "Tell me the truth, do you know medical skills? Who did you learn from? If my master ever comes down to earth and finds out that our masters are enemies, I will definitely stand on my master's side and never be in love."

Zhao Jinghua sighed when he heard this and said, "I didn't want to tell you, Madam. After all, it's the past life, things have changed, and I don't want to cause Madam more trouble. But now that Madam wants to know, I won't hide it."

Wan Sutong nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. "Tell me, what's your last name, do you have a surname, what's your first name, what's your surname, what's your surname, what's your birth name, what's your rank in the family, do you have any children, how old were you when you died, how did you die, did you have a wife, did you do anything earth-shattering, do you have anyone you don't know alive, tell me everything." Wan Sutong snorted coldly and thought, "I want to see how you make it up."

Before Zhao Jinghua could answer, 0533 burst out laughing and said, "The household registration inspector is here."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and looked at Wan Sutong as if he was indulging a naughty child. "I have no name or surname. I was born Mingye, the ninth child. After the country was destroyed and my family was ruined, I became your disciple. I have no children or grandchildren, but I have a son. I died of overwork in my forties. I was forced to marry the daughter of a eunuch family. We only got married but did not drink the wedding wine or consummate the marriage. As for the earth-shattering things..."

Zhao Jinghua thought for a moment and shook his head. "No, there are very few people I know who are still alive. There is an adopted son in the palace."

Wan Sutong frowned after hearing this. "Why does it feel so familiar?"

0533 coughed twice and pretended to remind him casually, "I think I heard the storyteller say that. Who was it?" Then, while Wan Sutong was thinking with his head down, he suddenly appeared and whispered in Zhao Jinghua's ear, "How can you be nameless?"

Zhao Jinghua smiled and sent a message to 0533, "I was considered unknown before I was born, and my father didn't give me a name. My mother said casually that if I could survive Mingye, she would keep me, so Mingye became my name. Later, when I pacified Zhao State, Murong changed my name to Hongyu according to the family tree. But at that time, everyone in the court knew it was me when Mingye was mentioned. So I am honest, right?"

0533 whispered, "Then why don't you just tell my host?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly, his tone was calm as if he had seen through the world, "Although I am a wise ruler, I am not a good person, otherwise I would not have been killed by my loved ones in this life, and I would not have ended up with no bones left. Good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil. Karma is cyclical, this is destined. If I reincarnate again, my next life will not be easy. I can meet Su Tong, maybe it is the heaven's pity on me, and this is the only good result I have gained because of my good deeds in this life."

0533 nodded and was about to speak, when Wan Sutong raised his head and when he saw 0533, he suddenly grabbed it and threw it out of the window again, "Who told you to come out!"

0533 His tone was filled with fear. "Ahhh! Host, I was wrong!" The words landed firmly on the stone bricks outside the window with a thud.

Wan Sutong patted the non-existent dust on his hands and said, "Don't think about it. After all, you are my senior brother."

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and said, "If you can't guess, don't guess. After all, it happened in my previous life. It will only cause you more trouble. Come on." After saying that, Zhao Jinghua took out a silver needle from the acupuncture bag and handed it to Wan Sutong.

Wan Sutong hummed and took the silver needle. She pointed the needle tip at Liang Men and carefully pierced Zhao Jinghua's skin. When she withdrew her hand, she looked up at Zhao Jinghua and asked with a worried tone, "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head and said, "Go on. If you are not sure, ask me."

Wan Sutong nodded and picked up the silver needle again, carefully inserting the silver needle into the acupuncture point according to the acupuncture point map.

As the sky gradually darkened, there was a knock on the door. Soon, Chuntao's voice came from outside the door, "Your Highness, you and the Crown Princess can rest now."

Wan Sutong stopped what he was doing when he heard this.

Zhao Jinghua shook his head to signal her to continue, then sighed and said in a low voice: "Say"

Chun Tao stiffened when she heard Zhao Jinghua's voice outside the door. "The prince wants you to come over."

Zhao Jinghua hummed in a low voice, "Now is not the time."

Wan Sutong's hand trembled at this moment, and the stab went deeper an inch before Zhao Jinghua was prepared. Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly and groaned. Chuntao heard Zhao Jinghua's groan outside the door, and she thought she misunderstood and went back to report with red cheeks.

Wan Sutong quickly pulled out the silver needle, only to see blood gushing out from the needle hole the next moment. She quickly took out a handkerchief and pressed it on the needle to stop the bleeding. "It should be my hand shaking that pierced the spleen. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. How about I pull out the silver needle and you go to your father first?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head and touched Wan Sutong's head. "It's okay, don't worry. Don't be afraid because of a mistake, otherwise it will be easier to make mistakes."

Wan Sutong nodded and took away the handkerchief. "Do you want to take some anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head and then pulled out a silver needle from the acupuncture bag and drew a bloody mark on his arm. Wan Sutong's pupils shrank suddenly when she saw it, and she quickly grabbed Zhao Jinghua's hand holding the silver needle and said, "What are you doing?" But as soon as she finished speaking, the bloody mark disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wan Sutong was extremely shocked and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Then I would be much bolder."

At this time, Chuntao came to the main hall and saw Zhao Jinfang sitting in the main seat. Zhao Jinyao sat below Zhao Jinfang with his hands hanging down. He was fidgeting and rubbing his thighs with his hands. When he saw Chuntao, it was as if he saw hope. "Where is the prince?"

When Chun Tao heard Zhao Jinyao mention the prince, the blush that had just faded appeared on her cheeks again. "Prince...Prince...he..."

Zhao Jinfang immediately stood up when he heard this and asked, "What's wrong with Si Nian?"

Chun Tao gritted her teeth and said in one breath as if she had made up her mind, "Your Highness, now is not the right time. I also heard the prince groan... he should be... he was being intimate with the prince's wife."

After saying this, Zhao Jinfang and Zhao Jinyao looked at each other, then they both turned their heads, clenched their fists to their mouths and coughed, "Hey, after all, he is young and energetic, and he is newly married, it's common sense, it's common sense." After saying this, they ran towards Zhao Jinghua's house, intending to see what was going on.

Zhao Jinyao quickly followed and said, "Brother, it's not good for you to watch over there!"

Zhao Jinfang waved his hand and said, "Nothing wrong." But before Zhao Jinfang walked to the door, he saw Zhao Jinghua already dressed neatly and walked out. He was not at all flustered when he saw the two of them. "Father, uncle, what do you two want to see me about?" Zhao Jinyao heard this and silently sent a message to Zhao Jinghua, "Good job! I was afraid that you would say something wrong! You are really a good son to me!"

When Zhao Jin heard this, he looked into the room, but there was no scene as he had imagined. He only saw Wan Sutong sitting on the couch in neat clothes, leisurely arranging the silver needles in her hand.

Zhao Jinghua raised his lips slightly and looked at Zhao Jinfang and chuckled, "Did your father misunderstand?"