My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"In this case, we will divide the dividends 40-50 from now on." Wan Sutong said calmly and looked at Feng Ming

After hearing this, everyone asked in confusion, "Why three servings?"

Wan Sutong sighed and said, "Feng Ming is four and I am five." Then she looked at Su'er and said, "Sister, you are an old friend here and you are in charge of the account office. I can't treat you unfairly. This one is for you."

Su Er was about to kneel down when she heard this, but Wan Su Tong stepped forward to hold her up and said, "Thank you, Boss."

Wan Sutong smiled helplessly and said, "I will stay here today. I will leave when the soldiers come." The girls nodded and said nothing more.

Wan Sutong looked at Feng Ming and sighed, "I'm tired and want to sleep for a while. Call me when the meal is ready."

Feng Ming nodded and said, "The room is on the third floor."

Wan Sutong hummed and walked towards the stairs. Listening to the sound of crying behind her, Wan Sutong's tears fell again, but she had no expression. She went up to the third floor and opened the door. What caught her eye was a set of rosewood tables and chairs. Behind the chairs was a screen with an ink painting. The painting was a mountain range with peaks and peaks. On the top of the mountain stood a house that looked like a palace.

Seeing Wan Sutong was so absorbed in his thoughts, 0533 said in a very low voice, "This is the Blazing Fire Mountain."

Wan Sutong heard 0533's very small voice and chuckled, "It's okay for you to talk normally, it won't scare me." 0533 said "oh" and didn't say anything else.

She walked behind the screen and saw a bed without any bedding on the left. When Wan Sutong was wondering, Feng Ming came in holding the bedding and said, "I almost forgot, there is no bedding here."

Wan Sutong sighed and looked at the bookshelf on the right. In front of the rosewood bookshelf was a set of golden nanmu chairs. On the table were pens, inkstones, paper, and three scrolls.

Wan Sutong walked up and picked up one of the paintings. After opening it, Wan Sutong was stunned. After a moment, she turned around and asked Feng Ming, "When was this painted?" It was because this painting was of herself when she had just traveled through time. She was wearing a light pink Luo skirt. The dirt on the skirt was replaced by silver powder. The look in her eyes in the painting was confused.

Feng Ming was laying out the quilt for Wan Sutong at the moment. After hearing this, he turned around and sighed, "It was completed during the three years when he taught you the technique. I really don't care when he started to paint it."

Wan Sutong frowned at this moment and then opened another painting. In this painting, he was wearing a green cloak, with black hair tied up high with a headband. He could be said to be a modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

Wan Sutong's hands were shaking as she quickly opened the third painting. She saw herself wearing a silver-white double-breasted skirt, holding a long sword in her right hand and with her left hand behind her back. She looked heroic and lively.

Wan Sutong put away the scroll and raised her head, trying not to let the tears fall. "Jinghua..."

Feng Ming heard Wan Sutong's crying voice and hurried over. "Sutong, the dead cannot be resurrected, you have to look forward." Wan Sutong closed her eyes and suppressed the sadness in her heart, trying not to let the tears fall.

Wan Sutong sighed and said, "Brother, please go out. I'll take a nap."

Feng Ming held Wan Sutong's hand with great concern, "Don't do anything stupid! We are all waiting for you to take us back!"

Wan Sutong nodded and tried to put on a smile. "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. I won't even try to commit suicide... Don't worry, I won't let you down!"

Feng Ming raised his arms and hugged Wan Sutong, then patted her on the back and turned away.

Wan Sutong looked at the somewhat empty bookshelf, then found some small ornaments from the ring, including a white jade carved pony, a pair of palm-sized red corals, and a tiger descending from a mountain carved from rosewood.

0533 At this time, a cry of "Tiger coming down the mountain"

Wan Sutong turned her head to look at 0533. "Is there any explanation?"

0533 nodded. "The tiger ornaments are divided into two types: the mountain-going tiger and the mountain-going tiger. My last host told me that the mountain-going tiger goes back to the mountains after eating, while the mountain-going tiger goes out to hunt for food."

Wan Sutong smiled and said with great longing, "It really fits his character."

At this time, Feng Ming came and knocked on the door, "Dinner is ready."

Wan Sutong asked in confusion, "Didn't you just leave?"

Feng Ming sighed heavily, "It's been a stick of incense." 0533 nodded, "You've been looking for these ornaments for a long time. If I hadn't seen something occasionally appear in your hands, this system would have thought you were stupid."

Wan Sutong said "Oh" and said "I really didn't notice it" and then followed Feng Ming to the second floor, where there were five large round tables, all of which were filled with vegetarian dishes. The girls had already sat down and were waiting for Wan Sutong to sit down with tears in their eyes. Wan Sutong walked to the main table and asked the stoker to sit down. Then she picked up the wine glass and sighed "You protected me for four years, but I didn't know your heart. Once we made it clear, we meant to be together, but we didn't expect it to end like this. I hope you rest in peace, and I will remember what you said!" Then she poured the wine in the glass on the ground

Seeing this, the girls also poured the wine in their cups onto the ground and said, "May His Royal Highness rest in peace."

Wan Sutong put down her wine glass and picked up her chopsticks. "Sisters, after you finish your meal... look forward and don't look back." The girls nodded in unison, knowing that Wan Sutong was speaking to them as well as to herself.

At the same time, Zhao Jinghuai stood beside the couch, tightly grasping Zhao Jinghua's already stiff hand, and burst into tears, "Royal brother! Wake up! Royal brother! You promised me that this day would never come!" At this time, Zhao Jinghua was changed into a bright yellow cloak, his hair was combed into a square bun, and he wore a black crown with jade beads made of white jade. His face was pale, almost indistinguishable from the jade beads. For some reason, his eyes were covered by a piece of white silk that was eight inches long and one inch wide. He wore a pair of black boots on his feet. The overall look was extremely creepy.

At this time, Eunuch Wang looked at the setting sun and hurried forward to dissuade, "Third Princess, it's time for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be put into the coffin."

When Zhao Jinghuai heard the words "put into the coffin", he shook his head repeatedly and said stubbornly, "No!"

Concubine Xian stepped forward and forcibly picked up Zhao Jinghuai. "Jinghuai, be obedient. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is gone. You have to let your brother rest in peace."

After hearing this, Zhao Jinghuai burst into tears in Consort Xian's arms, "Mother, you are lying to me, aren't you? My brother will not leave! He will not die!"

Concubine Xian patted Zhao Jinghuai's back gently, but could not say a word of comfort.

Soon, four guards came over and lifted Zhao Jinghua from the couch. Just as they were about to put him in the coffin, Zhao Jinfang walked in. After putting Zhao Jinghua in the coffin, the guards accidentally knocked off the silk covering Zhao Jinghua's eyes. The four guards fell to the ground in an instant after seeing this. "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has resurrected!" They then scattered and fled.

Zhao Jinfang saw this and hurried to the coffin. He saw that Zhao Jinghua's eyes were open. Although his red pupils were dilated, they seemed to be looking at him. It looked like a corpse. Zhao Jinfang turned his head to look at Eunuch Wang and asked, "Why cover it with a white cloth?"

Eunuch Wang immediately knelt down and kowtowed. "There is nothing I can do. After the Prime Minister left, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly opened his eyes. No matter what I do, His Royal Highness will open his eyes. I have no choice but to resort to this last resort."

Zhao Jinfang frowned and looked at Eunuch Chen. Eunuch Chen came over with a sigh, then put his palms on Zhao Jinghua's eyes and stroked them gently. Seeing that the eyes were closed, Eunuch Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment Zhao Jinghua's eyes opened again, and Eunuch Chen was so scared that he quickly stepped back. "Your Majesty... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince may be waiting for you."

Zhao Jinfang stretched out his left hand doubtfully and covered Zhao Jinghua's face with his palm. He sighed and then stroked his palm downwards. He waited anxiously for a long time, and when he saw Zhao Jinghua finally close his eyes this time, tears of regret suddenly fell.

Eunuch Chen saw this and said quickly, "Your Majesty! Tears cannot fall into the coffin!" Zhao Jinfang took back his hand and took a step back. He placed his hands beside the coffin and then slowly knelt on the ground, "Jinghua! Your father was wrong!"