My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Upon hearing this, Ye Mianwan burst into laughter, with no intention of comforting Wan Sutong at all, "Oh, you still asked me to carry you up the mountain, hahahaha, it was almost like I carried you up the dormitory building, hahaha, and you still climbed the mountain, oh, my stomach is going to cramp from laughing, hahahaha."

Seeing this, Wan Sutong was speechless and grabbed Ye Mianwan's shoulders and began to shake her, "Stop laughing! Don't you worry at all whether I've been wronged or not?"

After hearing this, Ye Mianwan laughed even more wantonly. "You're still being wronged! You don't know that there's a rumor in Wujin Country. Your prime minister father was a general before he became a prefect. One day, he was stationed at the border of Wujin Country. His face was covered with little turtles painted with ink. When the people asked him about it, he said that his daughter painted it on him and wouldn't let him wipe it off. If he did, he would cry. It was also hot that day and he sweated a lot, so his face was black. Hahaha, I guess he's just like Bao Gong, hahahaha."

0533 After hearing this, he rolled on the ground laughing. "Oh my, host, you are so funny." After hearing this, Qingtuan lowered his head and tried hard to hold back his smile.

Wan Sutong was shocked and exclaimed, "Did I really do that?"

0533 nodded after hearing this. "It was you, the host. This system even checked it out. It happened eighteen years ago."

Wan Sutong covered her head in disbelief. "Oh my God! I was so naughty back then!"

Ye Mianwan stopped laughing immediately after hearing what Wan Sutong said, and looked at Wan Sutong in surprise, "Tongtong, I just realized that you seem to have integrated into this world?"

0533 stopped laughing at this time. "It seems to be true. My host rarely speaks modern words, but compared with Zhao Jinghua's language, it is still quite modern." At this point, 0533 scratched his head in confusion. "This system has such a lively personality and is with you. How can you still be assimilated? On the contrary, 0610 can be said to be silent. Feng Ming was not assimilated before? On the contrary, it was these three years. Why is this?"

Wan Sutong pondered for a moment after hearing this. "Maybe we not only learned medical skills from our master, but also the way and tone of his speech." After saying this, Wan Sutong himself felt that this reason was very convincing.

At the same time, three people from Qinggu Sect sat at a square table. Fu Cheng and Zhao Jinghua sat opposite each other, while Wu Yisa was sandwiched between the two and drank tea very uncomfortably.

Zhao Jinghua said with a half-smile, "You once said that one day you and I would become closer. Now it seems that your words have really come true."

Fu Cheng lowered his head and smiled, and understood the purpose of Zhao Jinghua's coming here. "Is Emperor Hongyu here to call me to task?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua suddenly chuckled, but it sounded extremely cold. "No."

Fu Cheng was horrified at this moment but pretended to be very calm. "I thought you were here to call me to task, but since you are here to reminisce about the past, I will have someone prepare some wine and food so that we can have a good chat." He was about to get up and leave but was stopped by Zhao Jinghua. "No need. I am not a living person and cannot enjoy this."

Zhao Jinghua's tone was already cold, and coupled with this creepy remark, Fu Cheng's hair stood on end instantly. However, Fu Cheng could only pretend to be calm and sat down. "So, what do you want to see me for?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his eyes to look at Fu Cheng, but there was no emotion on his face. "As you said, just reminiscing about the past."

Wu Yisa picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Then, he didn't know where to look. He looked at Fu Cheng and then at Zhao Jinghua. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the teapot on the table.

Zhao Jinghua glanced at the uneasy Wu Yisa and did not say anything. Instead, he transformed a golden plum blossom and handed it to Wu Yisa.

Wu Yisa quickly took the plum blossom and nodded. The next moment, a white light flashed before his eyes. When the white light dissipated, he appeared in front of Wan Sutong. Before he could come to his senses, he was pushed aside by Wan Sutong. "Brother, you are blocking me from seeing the peacock."

When Wu Yisa heard this, he looked back and saw the peacock's tail feathers slowly spread out, dazzling like a colorful feather fan.

"Wow~" Wan Sutong stared at the peacock without blinking. The peacock lowered its head as if a little embarrassed, and then slowly retracted its tail feathers. The drooping tail feathers were as smooth and beautiful as dark green silk.

Wan Sutong then looked at Wu Yisa with a smile, "Why are you here? Where is Jinghua?"

When Wu Yisa heard Wan Sutong mention Zhao Jinghua, he immediately felt his hair stand on end. "Don't mention it, he's too creepy."

Wan Sutong looked at Wu Yisa in confusion after hearing this. "What's wrong? What did you talk about again?"

At this time, Ye Mianwan slowly stood up and gave the seat next to Wan Sutong to Wu Yisa. Wu Yisa nodded slightly and said "thank you". Then he sat on the swing and patted Wan Sutong on the shoulder. "We didn't talk about anything. He took me to see the leader of the first sect. I never thought that person was my father!"

Wan Sutong sighed in disbelief and asked, "My uncle?"

After hearing this, Wu Yisa waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, no, no! It's Princess Jinlun's consort!"

Wan Sutong's mouth twitched after hearing this, and she immediately understood what Wu Yisa wanted to say, "You want to say that Jinghua knows that Wu Yisa is Fu Cheng's son."

Wu Yisa frowned and nodded. "How do you know his name is Fu Cheng? I heard your husband call him Master Fu."

Wan Sutong stuck out her tongue playfully and said, "Jinghua showed me his memories. Why is Jinghua so creepy?"

Wu Yisa sighed and laughed helplessly, "Fu Cheng asked me if I would introduce myself to you, and I said he was asking even though he already knew the answer." Wu Yisa fell into memories.

Fu Cheng shook his head after hearing this. "Father knows Emperor Hongyu, but he is no longer Emperor Hongyu now. He still has the aura of a demigod. I never thought that Emperor Hongyu would be willing to serve under someone else."

Wu Yisa was shocked by Fu Cheng's train of thought and exclaimed, "Ah? Did you misunderstand?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled after hearing this and lowered his voice to explain slowly, "This is my wife's spiritual power. If Master Fu hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed it. I was injured today and fell asleep for a while. Maybe my wife was too worried and wanted to know how badly I was injured, so she used her spiritual power to travel through my meridians. When I woke up, she was so happy that she forgot to take the spiritual power back. She didn't want Master Fu to misunderstand."

Fu Cheng didn't catch Zhao Jinghua's mistake, but put himself in an awkward situation. He coughed awkwardly and bowed to Zhao Jinghua, "Sorry, I thought you practiced some kind of martial arts with someone who is more advanced than you." Then he gestured to Zhao Jinghua to sit opposite him and let Wu Yisa sit beside him.

Zhao Jinghua chuckled softly, but his face was as cold as frost. "It's okay," he said, then slowly sat down on a wooden chair beside him.

Fu Cheng poured a cup of tea for each of them. After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng coughed dryly, looked at Wu Yisa calmly, and asked, "How did you two know each other?"

Wu Yisa picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. "He is the son of your eldest daughter." Fu Cheng looked at Zhao Jinghua in disbelief.

Ye Mianwan and Wan Sutong looked at Wu Yisa in confusion, and then said in unison, "What does Fu Cheng mean?"

Seeing that the two didn't understand what he meant, Wu Yisa didn't intend to let the two innocent children know what he meant. He chuckled and waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't mean anything else. Don't you think his tone is creepy?"