My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"This is the first time, but... for half a year, I had the mentality of a child. After my personality changed drastically, I played with Minghua's eldest son, who was born three years ago, in the back garden all day. After I woke up, I was able to accept it calmly, but I was only awake for three months. The second time, my illness was even more serious."

Zhao Hongyu was holding the memorial in his hand but froze in his place the next moment. He then looked around in confusion. Zhao Minghua, who was standing beside him, saw this and rushed out of the study in a hurry, "Master! Master! Master!"

Gu Ming heard the shout and quickly tied his belt and walked out of the toilet. "What's wrong?"

Zhao Minghua did not speak, but hurriedly walked into the study with Gu Ming. He saw Zhao Hongyu standing in front of the bookshelf, frantically looking for something. Gu Ming's heart tightened and he hurriedly stepped forward, "Hongyu, what are you looking for?"

Zhao Hongyu ignored him and continued to search. Finally, he found a pair of small shoes with tiger heads. He put them in his hands and looked at them with a smile.

The two sighed and stood silently beside Zhao Hongyu. Gu Ming felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw his current appearance. After a long time, Zhao Hongyu turned his head to look at Gu Ming with a bewildered face. "Master? Why are you here?"

Gu Ming smiled bitterly and asked softly, "Didn't you ask me to come and see the child? The child is very cute."

Zhao Hongyu nodded half-believingly, "It would be great if he was my child. Chen Ye also likes him." Zhao Minghua burst into tears after hearing this, because she clearly remembered Zhao Hongyu saying that this pair of shoes was what she wore when she was a child, and was sewn by her mother herself. At this moment, Zhao Minghua finally couldn't control her emotions and hurriedly left the study.

At this time, Zhao Hongyu looked at Zhao Minghua's departing back, and unexpectedly regained a bit of clarity. "Minghua?" Zhao Hongyu looked at Gu Ming in confusion. "Master, am I sick again?"

Gu Ming lowered his head and nodded in despair. Zhao Hongyu looked at him and said in a dull voice, "Help me back to the palace. I don't want to be laughed at by others."

Gu Ming slightly raised his head and tried to hold back his tears. "Okay," he then helped Zhao Hongyu walk towards the bedroom. But before he stepped into the palace, Zhao Hongyu's last bit of clarity disappeared. Gu Ming helped him walk into the palace and placed him on a wooden chair. But when he looked down, he saw a scene that made him collapse. He saw that the clothes on Zhao Hongyu's legs were soaked, and water was still dripping from the hem of his gown. Gu Ming's heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes with great inner conflict. He knew how respectable Zhao Hongyu was. If he thought of this after waking up, he would definitely commit suicide.

Gu Ming hurriedly took off Zhao Hongyu's clothes. Zhao Hongyu looked down with a confused look on his face. Gu Ming quickly covered his eyes and said, "It's okay, it's okay, don't look." He quickly took off Zhao Hongyu's underpants, then picked up Zhao Hongyu, who was almost emaciated, and put him in a bathtub full of warm water. "Wait here for me to come back."

Zhao Hongyu nodded obediently. Gu Ming raised his hand and touched Zhao Hongyu's head, then turned and left. After Gu Ming left, Zhao Hongyu's eyes were no longer dull. He smiled bitterly. Even if he didn't see it, he felt the wetness between his legs just now. How could he not understand what happened? He resolutely raised his hand and turned it into a dagger, then stabbed it into his heart. Zhao Hongyu spat out a mouthful of blood, then used all his strength to pull out the dagger, slowly closed his eyes, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Gu Ming returned to the house at this time. When he saw Zhao Hongyu soaked in blood and there was a blood-stained dagger next to the bathtub, he was so scared that he fell to the ground. The white jade bowl filled with medicine in his hand was broken and the medicine was spilled on the ground. "Ming Ye!" He struggled to get up and walked to the bathtub, holding Zhao Hongyu's still warm hand. He hurriedly transferred spiritual power to Zhao Hongyu to save Zhao Hongyu's heart. Not long after, Zhao Hongyu spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly opened his eyes. He frowned and his eyes were full of despair. His voice was hoarse when he spoke, "Master... you shouldn't save me... don't save me... I beg you... let me... die."

Gu Ming's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Zhao Hongyu's shoulders tightly, resting his forehead on Zhao Hongyu's forehead. "Ming Ye, if you leave, how will I live?"

Zhao Hongyu spat out a mouthful of blood again and spoke in a weaker voice, "But... Master... I'm tired... Rather than letting me live in such... humiliation... it's better to let me die... You still have Qingzhou... and... Master's wife and two younger brothers... Please let me go."

Gu Ming's hands were shaking as he held Zhao Hongyu. "Son, your master's wife has ascended to heaven a long time ago. I beg you, I promise you there won't be a next time. I will definitely cure you!"

Zhao Hongyu heard this and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. "Really? You are not lying to me?"

Gu Ming nodded repeatedly, tears kept falling, and his voice couldn't stop trembling, "The teacher treats you like his own son, how could I lie to you, the teacher loves you more than your two brothers, think about it yourself, isn't it?"

Zhao Jinghua sighed and put the teacup on the table. "No one wants to die, it's just that they have lost hope. My master's words are meant to rekindle my hope. I believe it..." Zhao Jinghua closed his eyes at this point, as if he didn't want to face the painful past.

Outside the hall, Wan Sutong heard Zhao Jinghua not speaking for a long time, and couldn't help but wanted to rush into the hall, but was stopped by Ye Mianwan, "He hasn't finished yet! If you go in, he won't say anything."

As expected, Zhao Jinghua spoke again, "But during the months of recuperation, I was often unconscious and incontinent. Fortunately, I had already fasted and only took soup medicine three times a day. I thought about taking poison, but my master found out. He surprisingly didn't say anything that time. Instead, he took my poison and left. Then another month passed. I tried everything I could to make my master relax his vigilance. I even gave the Suihua Sword to Minghua."

Zhao Hongyu sat on the couch with a quilt covering his legs. His face was as pale as paper and his body was bloodless. He handed the Suihua sword to Zhao Minghua and looked at him with reluctance in his eyes.

Zhao Minghua shook his head and shed tears after seeing this. "I don't want... I don't want"

Zhao Hongyu smiled helplessly, his eyes were dull. The breeze blew his hair, making him look like a puppet about to break. "Take it. I don't have much time left."

Zhao Minghua immediately knelt on the ground after hearing this, with confusion in his eyes, "No! You will live a long life."

After hearing this, Zhao Hongyu placed the Suihua sword on the couch and began to explain his affairs. "Minghua, you are grown up now, and you have the Crown Princess by your side, so I am relieved... The eldest is a naughty child, so you need to be disciplined more. The second child has the same temperament as you, and is obedient. When I die, don't let the world know what I have experienced in the past five years. Just say that I died a long time ago. Remember to keep the death a secret."

At this time, Gu Ming couldn't stand it anymore and rushed in, "What's the point of dying? How can I die with my master here?"

Zhao Hongyu sighed and looked at Zhao Minghua helplessly, "Take it, otherwise your master is afraid that I will kill myself with the Suihua Sword." Zhao Minghua felt a pain in his heart as if it were stabbed by a needle. He nodded and put the Suihua Sword into his spiritual sea, then kowtowed to Zhao Hongyu.

Zhao Hongyu sneered and then nodded, "Go back, I... don't want you to see me sick."

Zhao Minghua nodded, tears streaming down his face. He turned around and left quickly, fearing that Zhao Hongyu would see his tearful face.

Zhao Hongyu chuckled and slowly lowered his head, his tone full of sadness, "I don't know how Chen Ye is doing. I'm afraid... I won't be able to see him again."

Zhao Minghua froze in place after hearing this, then hurriedly left Taiming Palace and sent a message to Chen Ye who was far away in the border, "Father is seriously ill, come back and see him, and after seeing him... you will understand everything."