My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"It's so hard to be honest with you, Dexuan. You can't talk to someone who understands you. If you do, talk to him. If you don't, it's a waste of words!"

Wan Sutong was a little excited as it was her first time to listen to a book in the audience, so she followed the crowd in clapping and shouting "Great!"

The storyteller glanced at the audience casually, then fixed his eyes on Zhao Jinghua. After a moment, the storyteller slightly curled his lips and temporarily changed his mind, "Today, let's not talk about Records of the Grand Historian. Let's talk about Emperor Hongyu. I heard your discussions backstage just now. The news of Emperor Hongyu's resurrection has been widely spread in recent days. Do you know where this news came from?" After saying this, the storyteller looked at the people in the audience.

Seeing that no one spoke, the storyteller laughed and picked up the wake-up stick and slowly said, "The Seventh Prince's Mansion!" As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the wake-up stick onto the table.

After hearing this, Wan Sutong chuckled and whispered in Zhao Jinghua's ear, "Your great-grandson betrayed you." Zhao Jinghua chuckled but did not say anything.

At this time, the storyteller sighed and said, "You can see that the Seventh Prince is now in good health, but you also know that the Seventh Prince has been bedridden for three years. He was about to die, so how could he suddenly recover from a serious illness? Why did he fall ill three years ago? Why did the current emperor order the death of the Eighth Prince? Today! I will tell you all about it."

Wan Sutong was full of questions after hearing this, and asked with confusion along with the others in the audience, "Ah? You're not talking about Emperor Hongyu?"

The storyteller laughed heartily after hearing this. "Don't worry, everyone. Once you understand the whole story, you will know why the news about Emperor Hongyu came out from the Seventh Prince's Mansion, right?"

Wan Sutong suppressed her smile and nodded along with the others, while Zhao Jinghua took a sip of tea from the cup and calmly watched how the storyteller arranged his story.

The storyteller picked up the fan but did not open it. Instead, he tapped the table. “The identity of the Seventh Prince’s mother is not simple. She is a close descendant of Empress Xianzhuang. It is said that she is seven points similar to Empress Xianzhuang, but her fate is very different from that of Empress Xianzhuang. At the age of sixteen, she and her sister, who is now the Imperial Noble Consort, married His Majesty the Present. Later, she gave birth to two sons, the Seventh Prince Jingyu and the Eighth Prince Jinghe. When the Eighth Prince was in his prime, he colluded with the Third Prince and bribed officials in the court. Finally, a year later, His Majesty the Present gave him the death penalty for the crime of murdering the crown prince. It was said to have died of illness. After her death, she was named a prince and entered the imperial mausoleum. She was buried in a grand ceremony. After the Eighth Prince’s death, she became stupid and crazy, but she didn’t expect to die of a serious illness a month later. After her death, like Prince Jinghua, the mourning hall was flooded and her body was gone. The Seventh Prince also vomited blood at that time and then became seriously ill!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience exclaimed in unison.

The storyteller raised his lips slightly and said, "As you all know, our emperor who restored the country is a disciple of the genius doctor Gu Ming. There is a genius doctor named Ming Ye in Liang State who is very famous! Many people have benefited from him. This person is Emperor Hongyu. He is not what you said jumped out of an ancient well. The koi turning into humans and the puppet being in a resurrection array are all fictitious and made up by others! It's just a rumor!" After the storyteller finished speaking, he picked up the wake-up stick and slammed the table.

Wan Sutong felt a little dry in the mouth at this time, so she picked up the teacup beside her, but just as she handed it to her mouth, Zhao Jinghua grabbed her wrist and said, "I've drunk this cup." Then he handed another cup to Wan Sutong.

Wan Sutong took the teacup and then blushed as she handed it to Zhao Jinghua. "Almost kissed indirectly"

0533 After seeing it, I exclaimed, "What a pure girl!"

Time passed quickly and it was the day when the school was completed. Wan Sutong and Zhao Jinghua had a clear division of labor. Wan Sutong was responsible for decorating the school while Zhao Jinghua went to Wanfulou to lead the teachers and students back to the school. The bricklayer was standing outside the school waiting. When he saw Wan Sutong, he hurriedly came up to him and said, "You are here. A total of five taels of silver. You have already given me two taels, so there are three taels left."

Wan Sutong transformed three strings of copper coins and handed them to the mason, "Thank you for your hard work."

The bricklayer took the copper coin and smiled immediately. "This is what I should do. If there is nothing else, I will go back."

Wan Sutong nodded slightly, then took a look at the repaired courtyard wall and gate and nodded with satisfaction. She pushed open the gate and walked into the school courtyard. She saw that the ground under her feet was made of uniform stone bricks, which looked smooth and neat, and very grand.

Wan Sutong exchanged ten small stools, ten brushes, and ten small wooden barrels from 0533. After arranging the stools, Wan Sutong patted the dust off his hands and said, "This way, even if they are reluctant to use rice paper, it's okay."

After that, she swaggered into the school and looked at the worn-out tables and chairs in the room. Wan Sutong exchanged the old tables and chairs for points, then swept and mopped the floor. After cleaning, Wan Sutong conjured up the tables and chairs that the students of Linghai Middle School had used in the past few days, and then after arranging the tables and chairs neatly, Wan Sutong came to the podium. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the modern era, and she was still a newly intern music teacher. The figures of the children gradually emerged in front of her. They were holding music books in their hands, and she was standing behind the podium playing the electronic piano. The children would sing along with her piano. Of course, there would also be tone-deaf children, and it was very interesting to hear them sing. Whenever that happened, Wan Sutong would lower her head and try hard to hold back her smile.

Recalling this, Zhao Jinghua had already led the students into the front yard of the school. When the students saw the bench, brush and small wooden barrel on the ground, they gathered around curiously and asked, "Is it the same as writing on the ground?" Wan Sutong hurried out of the house when she heard the students' curious voices.

She chuckled and turned her wrist. A stream of water gushed out of the well, forming an arc and falling into the wooden barrel closest to Wan Sutong. Amid the shocked gazes of the students, Wan Sutong bent down and picked up the brush. She wet the tip of the brush and wrote a line from Li Bai's "Drinking Wine" on the ground: "I was born with talent and it will be useful. Even if I spend all my money, I will get it back." Wan Sutong's handwriting was soft with a hint of unruliness.

After reading it, the teacher nodded repeatedly and said, "The handwriting reflects the person. The Crown Prince's wife is really a rare talented woman."

Wan Sutong smiled a little embarrassedly, thinking to herself, "This is Li Bai's poem, I just happened to think of it." Then she led the students into the classroom.

There was a pile of rice paper half a person's height placed next to the desk, and against the wall was a large bookshelf, which contained the Four Books and Five Classics, and various ancient books. The teacher's eyes gradually turned red when he saw them. He bowed and bowed deeply to Wan Sutong, "Thank you, Princess. Please pick up your pen and leave a word in this school to wake up the students."

Wan Sutong wanted to refuse after hearing this, but she looked at the students' expectant eyes and sighed, and with a wave of her sleeves, a desk and a green ball appeared.

When Qingtuan handed the brush to Wan Sutong, Wan Sutong picked up the blank scroll beside him and wrote "Don't forget your original intention, be kind-hearted"