My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Today, the crown prince Zhao Jinghua is posthumously named the emperor, with the posthumous title of Jingren. The whole Zhao Kingdom will mourn for seven days. During this period, no musical instrument may be played in the capital, no marriages may be held, and no birthday banquets or full-month banquets may be held. Anyone who disobeys the order will be executed along with his entire family! This is the decree!" Eunuch Chen took back the imperial decree, sighed, and looked at the guards carrying the coffin. "Emperor Jingren, enter the imperial mausoleum!" After he finished speaking, Zhao Jinfang tightly grasped Zhao Jinghua's golden elixir, frowning.

The coffin was carried into the underground palace and soon came to a dark room. The coffin was placed in the center of the dark room. Eunuch Chen spoke again, "Bow!" Zhao Jinfang folded his hands and raised them above his head, leading all the ministers to bow.

"Two bows!" Zhao Jinfang folded his hands and led everyone to bow again. "Three bows!" After everyone straightened up, Eunuch Chen sighed and said, "Seal the door! Those who are not involved should leave!" After he finished speaking, Zhao Jinfang closed his eyes and led everyone out of the underground palace.

After leaving the underground palace, Eunuch Chen shook his head and said, "Seal the door!" Then he flicked his whisk and the stone door of the underground palace suddenly fell down with a loud clang.

As the loud noise came out, Concubine Xian couldn't control her emotions at all, she fell to the ground and cried

Imperial Concubine Shu cried while helping Imperial Concubine Xian up. "Get up! Don't cry and hurt yourself."

At this time, the eunuch Wang Gonggong came running over in a hurry, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Queen has hanged herself!"

Zhao Jinfang turned around abruptly upon hearing this, only to see tears still on his cheeks. "How is it now?"

Eunuch Wang was so exhausted that he was out of breath. "Fortunately, the maid found it in time. He just fainted! The Queen wrote a letter...but..."

Zhao Jinfang hurriedly asked, "But what!"

"It's written to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The maid said she was going to deliver it to the East Palace in three days, but His Royal Highness...heard that His Royal Highness was buried today, so he thought of hanging himself." After saying that, she handed the letter to Zhao Jinfang

Zhao Jinfang took the letter with a frown on her face. She saw the beautiful small characters written on the rice paper with a few drops of tears that had already dried. "Jinghua, mother is sorry for you. You don't have tuberculosis but another kind of poison I gave you, called Feng Jue Gu. This poison will be diagnosed as tuberculosis in the body. In one year at the shortest and three years at the longest, it will break out like tuberculosis and eventually suffocate to death. Mother shouldn't have listened to the one-sided words of the prince's cousin and mistakenly involved you in the feud between us, thus pushing you into the abyss. Mother..." Wrong, I used to often think about why you would help me and then kill yourself, now I understand how painful your life is, I am sorry to your father, I have never been with him sincerely in this life, and I am even more sorry to you, I have ruined your life, mother knows why you don't kill me, because you can hear mother's voice, and also hear your father's voice, so you know the truth, I'm sorry mother is sorry to you, if there is" the letter ended at the end, the word "if there is" was still blurred, you can see clearly that it is "if there is"

Zhao Jinfang looked at Eunuch Chen in confusion, "Does Jinghua know?"

Eunuch Chen shook his head and said, "I am not always by your side." Zhao Jinfang heard this and looked at Eunuch Wang.

Eunuch Wang sighed heavily and said in a very sad tone, "To reply to your Majesty, His Highness does not know the truth, but he respects you very much. He once said that he has no right to make decisions for you, let alone interfere in the grievances between elders. Even if it is not a matter between the Queen and His Highness, but something that happened to other ladies and princes, he cannot make decisions for you."

Zhao Jinfang heard this and tightly grasped the letter, raised her head slightly and burst into tears, "Return to the palace..."

At the same time, Wan Sutong in Wanfu Building asked someone to carve a tablet for Zhao Jinghua. In front of the tablet was an incense burner with three incense sticks that were about to burn out. Behind the tablet was a portrait of Zhao Jinghua. In the portrait, Zhao Jinghua was wearing a lake blue cloak and her long hair was tied up with a silver hair crown. It was the same look she had when she first met Wan Sutong. She looked so lifelike with a smile on her face, as if she could walk out of the scroll in the next moment. Such a realistic painting that looked like it was printed out was naturally not painted by an artist, but was bought from the system for 30,000 points.

Wan Sutong lit three incense sticks, then bowed three times and inserted them into the incense burner. She looked up at Zhao Jinghua's portrait and felt sad. "Jinghua, I heard that people return to their spirits seven days after death. Can you come to my place? I miss you." At this time, a breeze blew and gently caressed Wan Sutong's cheek. "Jinghua... is that you?" But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard the shopkeeper downstairs shouting in despair, "It's raining, my cloth!"

Wan Sutong was a little excited at first, but when she heard this, her face was filled with the word "speechless". She sighed and closed the window. "Well, business is ruined again today."

0533 At this time, he chuckled and suppressed his laughter and said, "I'm sorry, this system knows that it shouldn't laugh at this time, but this system has a low sense of humor."

Wan Sutong sighed. This was the first time she didn't argue with 0533. Seeing this, 0533 froze in his place. "Host, what's wrong with you? This is the first time you haven't argued with this system since you were bound to it."

Wan Sutong laughed and said, "You, Chunchun, eat a plate of salt by yourself."

0533 was very confused and scratched his head. "What do you mean?"

"I'm free," Wan Sutong said with a sneer, and walked out of the room. When he walked down the stairs, an old man walked into the restaurant. He didn't hold an umbrella but was not wet by the rain. The old man had white hair like snow, tied in a square bun, straight eyebrows, very kind round eyes, and not very deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His nose was broad and high, but his bulbous nose was not ugly. His lips were very full, and he had three wisps of beard. He was wearing a milky white cloak, which made him look kind.

The waiter greeted him enthusiastically, "Sir, are you here to stay or to get a room? Or do you want to ask for directions?"

The old man spoke in a deep voice with a smile: "Stay in the hotel."

Wan Sutong didn't expect to have business today, so he quickly said, "Waiter, bring the old man a pot of hot tea."

The waiter nodded and said "OK" and turned to leave.

Wan Sutong quickly asked, "I want the best tea leaves." The waiter replied as he walked away, "Don't worry, boss."

The old man chuckled calmly and clasped his hands, "Thank you, shopkeeper."

Wan Sutong raised her hand in return. "It's cold outside today, and you've come from afar. Have a cup of hot tea and rest early. Come with me." Then she turned and walked up the stairs.

The old man nodded slightly and then glanced at Wan Sutong casually.

Wan Sutong brought the old man to the second floor and said, "Judging from your appearance, you are not from Zhao, right?"

The old man smiled and hummed, "Boss, you have good eyesight. I am from Liang and I came here to look for someone."

Wan Sutong nodded and said, "You look so happy. I guess it's been many years since we last met."

The old man smiled kindly and said, "Yes."

Wan Sutong smiled happily when she heard this, thinking that a friend she hadn't seen for a long time would definitely not be found in a short time, and might have to stay for half a month. Thinking of this, Wan Sutong pushed open the door of the first room on the east side and said, "You can live here. It's spacious and very bright on sunny days."

The old man nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, shopkeeper." After a moment, the old man inadvertently smelled the scent of agarwood in the building and asked, "Shopkeeper, is there a Buddha statue in this building?"