My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

An hour passed in a flash.

Zhao Hongyu took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Wan Sutong's forehead. "Go and take a rest. I'll take care of the rest."

Wan Sutong giggled and then skipped away. "No, let's go help my brother and the others."

Zhao Hongyu smiled lovingly after hearing this, "Okay~" His smile remained unchanged after he finished speaking.

Following behind Wan Sutong, he actually laughed and tears fell, and the next moment they turned into starlight and drifted away with the wind. Zhao Hongyu made up for the regret of his life. At this moment, he and Zhao Jinghua were no longer two people but one.

The sound of the shovel hitting the ground caused Wan Sutong to look back, and saw Zhao Hongyu who had reappeared bend down to pick up the shovel. When he looked up, he gave Wan Sutong a tender smile, but for some reason Wan Sutong always felt that Zhao Hongyu's smile at this time was a little softer than before, as if he had suddenly become a different person.

At this time, Eunuch Chen was absent-mindedly holding the sapling. The next moment, Lin Feng's voice came to his ears again, "Mom, look, he is the idiot who looks exactly like my master."

The next moment, a low and gentle middle-aged female voice came into their ears, "Oh my god, you are more handsome than your father when he transformed!" After saying this, Lin Feng's slightly silly voice came from behind the bushes not far away, "Mom, please keep your voice down."

Lin Feng's mother laughed, and then chattered on, "It's okay, we haven't transformed, and he can't understand. I was wondering why your dad was so relieved when he saw me when he took you home last time. It turns out he was relieved that I didn't see him. Hey, son, are you sure he's not the human prince?"

After hearing this, Lin Feng sighed heavily, "This idiot is definitely not my master. The smell on him is wrong. Besides, my master is already a ninth-level demigod! Not only does this idiot not understand what I'm saying, he's only at the eighth level of Chaos!"

When Eunuch Chen heard this, he frowned and looked at Zhao Jinghua. It was self-evident that you could tolerate this.

Zhao Jinghua looked at Eunuch Chen's frown and couldn't help but sneer, then looked at Lin Feng who was hiding not far away, "Long time no see, Lin Feng"

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Feng rushed forward and stood in front of Zhao Jinghua. He rubbed his head against Zhao Jinghua's chest and then said in a coquettish tone, "Master! Why do you smell different? Did you change the incense? Can I go back with you? I have been thinking about you all the time in the past three years."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled after hearing this. He did not answer but put his forehead against Lin Feng's. The next moment, Lin Feng's mind flashed with memories of Zhao Jinghua, some sad, some happy, some regretful, some unwilling. But the last memory made Lin Feng feel a strong sense of suffocation wrapped around him, as if someone was holding his throat. At the same time, his heart and lungs seemed to be filled with stones, so heavy that he could not breathe. He quickly shook his head to try to get rid of the horrible feeling of suffocation.

But it knew that the pain of Zhao Jinghua's death was not as short as it felt. Thinking of this, tears kept sliding down Lin Feng's cheeks. When it looked at Zhao Jinghua, there was sadness and fear in its eyes, and it was unwilling to accept the reality. Its expression was extremely complicated. "Master... are you... really dead? Can I go back with you?"

Seeing this, Zhao Jinghua raised his hands and hugged Lin Feng's neck, and Lin Feng put his head on Zhao Jinghua's shoulder.

After a long silence, Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and stroked Lin Feng's mane, then shook his head, "Lin Feng, you can't leave with me. I am not a living person. I don't know when I will be forgotten and disappear, and never exist again. Rather than letting you see me disappear in front of your eyes, thus ruining your future, it is better to assume that I am dead from now on and forget me."

After hearing this, Eunuch Chen lowered his eyes and sighed heavily, because he knew that the reason why Zhao Jinghua did not avoid him when he spoke was because this was not only for Lin Feng to hear, but also for himself. If he pretended to be stupid and immersed in the past, it would only hurt himself.

At this time, Lin Feng nodded. He did not speak, but took a step back and looked at Zhao Jinghua deeply, then returned to his mother. "Mom, let's go."

Lin Feng's mother looked at her son in confusion, "What's wrong? Aren't you going back with him?"

Lin Feng shook his head and sighed. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to have grown up in an instant and became calm and reserved. He looked back at Zhao Jinghua for the last time, and then said in a light tone, "My master is dead."

Lin Feng's mother nodded in confusion. "But I just saw you two were quite close. Did he say anything to you?"

Lin Feng hummed and followed his mother away. "I saw the memory of my master's death. He was... miserable. He is no longer my master..."

Eunuch Chen looked at Lin Feng's resolute back and gradually felt bitter. He frowned and looked at Zhao Jinghua with hesitation in his eyes, "Can it not be today?"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly with a gentle smile in his eyes, "I said after killing Zhao Jinyao, but if you insist on indulging in the past, I won't stop you."

Eunuch Chen closed his eyes in confusion and nodded slowly.

At the same time, the news of Yuwen Guo's rebellion finally reached Zhao Guo. "Your Majesty! It's bad! The eldest princess helped Yuwen Guo to rebel!"

Zhao Jinfang immediately stood up from the dragon throne upon hearing this and said, "Send Wan Yanzhong and the four generals over!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards froze in his tracks. After a moment, he spoke tremblingly, "Your Majesty... there are only three generals in the east, west and south. The Ming North Camp was originally headed by... the former crown prince... but now the position has been vacant for three years, and the army has long been in disarray."

Zhao Jinfang clenched his fists and clattered when he heard this. "Ridiculous! Can Zhao Kingdom not do without Zhao Jinghua? Send an order to let Zhenbei Hou be the commander of Mingbei Camp!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards knelt hurriedly and said, "Your Majesty, you must not do this. You don't know that any soldier in the Mingbei Camp is incomparable to an ordinary general. They are naturally unwilling to accept being led by someone else! Even Zhong Su and the others are unwilling to accept it!"

Zhao Jinfang gnashed his teeth when he heard this. "You mean I must ask Zhao Jinghua to come back, right?" He slapped the dragon desk with his palm. Zhao Jinfang used great strength in this palm. The next moment, the dragon desk broke with a sound, and the memorials and bamboo slips scattered on the ground.

Zhao Jingcheng heard the noise and hurried into the study, then bowed and said, "Father, please calm down. Commander Yang is also considering Zhaoguo. If you want to revive Mingbeiying, you can only ask my eldest brother to come back."

Zhao Jinfang heard this and looked at his disappointing son, "Do you know that if we invite him back, the court will definitely favor him, and then the throne will fall into his hands!"

When Zhao Jingcheng heard this, he looked at Zhao Jinfang with disbelief in his eyes, "You once said that if you could start over, you would never plot against my brother again. Now my brother is resurrected! What did you do? You threatened my brother with Jing Huai to get rid of your uncle! Is this making up for it?"

After saying this, Zhao Jingcheng sent a message to Zhao Jinfang, "Besides, he is Zhao Hongyu! Can you really outsmart him? Are you sure that every step you take was not planned by him?" As the saying goes, one sentence can wake a person from a dream.

Zhao Jinfang suddenly realized what had happened and was so frightened that he took a step back and fell back onto the dragon chair. He kept shaking his head as he spoke, his tone dejected, "It's too late, everything is too late. Go, invite him back to the palace, go, go." Zhao Jinfang's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last two words were almost inaudible.