My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

At the same time, in a teahouse in Dongcheng, the storyteller picked up a conspicuous table and slapped it, "Who cast the net of fame and fortune, rich and poor are not ordinary"

"Some ride on horses and sedan chairs, and some push carts and carry loads."

"Riding a horse or sitting in a sedan chair brings you good fortune, but pushing a cart or carrying a load brings you fate."

"A fine horse carries a fool, and a beautiful woman often sleeps with her stupid husband"

"An eighty-year-old man stands in front of the door, and a three-year-old boy dies"

"It's not that God is blind, good and evil will eventually be punished!" The audience applauded.

The storyteller frowned and shook his head. "By the way, have you heard? Prince Jinghua has passed away. I couldn't get over the news yesterday. Today we are not telling stories, but talking about the life of Prince Jinghua!" After he finished speaking, the storyteller picked up the wake-up stick and slammed the table. Everyone in the audience applauded in unison, but no one spoke.

The storyteller sighed and said, "Prince Jinghua's life is extremely legendary. He has countless military exploits, is meticulous and steady in his work, and his strategies are far beyond ordinary people. But if we talk about it in detail, even if I sit here and talk to you day and night, I can't finish it in three months. Let's just give a brief account today and try to make you understand it today."

The storyteller had a kind smile in his eyes, and he chuckled and slowly said, "Prince Jinghua was born on the second day of March in the 124th year of Suihe. That day was a good day. It was said that spring was in full bloom, birds were paying homage to the phoenix, and snakes and rats were retreating. Emperor Mingsheng was overjoyed and gave him the name Hua, which means "the peach tree is young and flourishing, and its flowers are bright and beautiful." After saying that, the storyteller sighed, "You must not understand. Your Highness is not a girl, so why this poem? Because at that time, the current Majesty and the Queen had just been married for a year when they gave birth to Prince Jinghua. Emperor Mingsheng hoped that the emperor and the Queen would be happy and smooth. Emperor Hongyu also decided that his great-grandchildren should have the word "Jing" in their names, so they were named Jinghua."

The storyteller picked up the folding fan and sighed, "This fan of mine was written by Prince Jinghua six years ago. Now things have changed." The storyteller showed the side with the handwriting to everyone. On it were eight words written in Sujin ink: "The country will be forever stable, and the people will be at peace." This handwriting was different from Zhao Jinghua's usual handwriting. It was steady and majestic, giving people the feeling that it was written by someone over fifty years old. However, only the royal family had Sujin ink, so it couldn't be fake.

The storyteller carefully put away his folding fan and said, "Let's get back to the topic. Prince Jinghua could speak and communicate with others at the age of one, could recite a whole book of military strategy at the age of four, learned divination from the national teacher at the age of five, and achieved the great perfection of Qi training at the age of thirteen. He was very talented in writing and could speak eloquently. He had learned the national teacher's ability to the fullest. At the age of fourteen, he followed the current emperor to fight. It is rumored that he could fight against a hundred people at that time. He was a brave young general. At the age of sixteen, he killed the first general of Da Liao who had been undefeated for a long time, so he became famous in one battle." At this point, the storyteller sighed heavily and said, "Prince Jinghua achieved the great perfection of the golden elixir at the age of seventeen! At the age of eighteen, he was named the Third "The commander-in-chief of the army, that is the one who picks up the pen to pacify the world and rides the horse to decide the fate of the world. When he was young, he ignored his own safety and blocked a sword for the current majesty. Half a year later, Prince Jinghua helped the current majesty to become the emperor, but was named disloyal. Later, he was named the prince by the current majesty. After a year, there was a chaos in southern Xinjiang and Hanjiang City was about to fall. In this difficult situation, Prince Jinghua took up the responsibility of Zhaojing to handle the affairs of the court. Under the governance of Prince Jinghua, Zhaoguo was just in order, the country was peaceful and the people were safe. However, the good times did not last long. The current majesty was assassinated on his way back to Beijing. After waking up, he insisted that it was Prince Jinghua who did it!" After the storyteller finished speaking, he picked up the wake-up stick and slammed the table

"Think about it, if a stranger blocked a sword for you, you would be grateful and remember it in your heart for the rest of your life. You would even want to offer a tablet to that person, kowtow to him three times in the morning and evening, and burn his statue every morning and evening, right? However, the current emperor is so ruthless that he has completely forgotten about this matter. Prince Jinghua got a reputation of being disloyal for helping the current emperor ascend the throne, and now he is accused of being unfilial! Disloyal and unfilial! If it was really Prince Jinghua who did it, why didn't he get a reputation of being disloyal and unfilial and ascend the throne immediately on that day? Why wait until today!" After the storyteller finished speaking, he picked up a conspicuous table and slapped it.

"Everyone, one month ago, there was a fortune teller in our East City. At night, he was free and had nothing to do, so he thought, let me tell the fortune. Who should I tell? First, tell the fortune for my own son, and then count with my fingers." After saying this, the storyteller made a fortune-telling gesture and said, "Oh! My son is destined to be the prime minister! There is only one disaster with great wealth and honor. What is this disaster? How can I let my son escape it? He was puzzled, and after the fortune-telling, he had nothing to do. After thinking about it, he slapped his thigh and said, "Okay, I will calculate when Prince Jinghua will die!" After he finished speaking, there was a sigh from the audience

The storyteller smiled and said, "This is a big deal. Prince Jinghua only has one month left to live! You said he should just keep it to himself. If other countries knew about it, the crown prince is the foundation of a country, and your majesty is not in the court, wouldn't the country be doomed? He publicized the matter. That day was the sacrificial ceremony held once every three years. Eunuch Chen was preparing for the matter outside the palace, and this happened to fall into his ears. When he heard about it, Eunuch Chen was so angry that his eyebrows stood up. He immediately came to East City to capture the fortune teller and returned to the East Palace. Your Highnesses are disciples of the national teacher. Can't Prince Jinghua tell the truth himself? Doesn't he know how serious his illness is? Do you have to tell me? Just like that, the fortune teller was executed by Prince Jinghua along with his entire clan. This was the doom of his son."

The storyteller sighed, "You must be wondering why the whole clan must be killed? Wouldn't it be enough to kill him alone? Isn't that a bit too much? Actually, it is not. This is the law of the Kingdom of Zhao. Prince Jinghua is doing things impartially and wants to use this to warn other fortune tellers in the Kingdom of Zhao." At this point, the storyteller sneered, "The fortune teller's predictions are accurate, but it's a pity that he has a mouth that can't hide things and a heart that can't suppress things!"

The storyteller shook his head and spoke again, "Do you know about the imperial edict three days ago? He is bloodthirsty and unworthy of being a human being. How cruel! No one is allowed to visit him. That means Prince Jinghua will get sick and die. There are rumors in the palace that Prince Jinghua died of tuberculosis yesterday. He had a fever all night! He vomited blood before he died. What's more tragic is that Prince Jinghua suffocated to death!" After the storyteller finished speaking, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears with his sleeve. "Prince Jinghua's life came to an abrupt end. It is an honor for Zhaoguo to have such a wise crown prince, but the crown prince’s death is also a misfortune for Zhaoguo.” At this point, the storyteller shook his head and said, “We know that the dead are gone and cannot be brought back. We don’t know whether the death of Crown Prince Jinghua will be the last stroke for this dynasty, but everyone remember! Leave a way out for others so that you can meet again in the future! If you don’t leave a way out, no one will ever meet again!” After the storyteller finished speaking, he picked up the watch and slapped the table. Everyone in the audience smiled with tears in their eyes.