My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 250 The unbearable past

Zhao Jinghua shook his head, sighed, and said calmly, "Sit down, let's talk slowly."

Liang Qingzhou shuddered uncontrollably after hearing this, and then hurriedly sat back on the stone bench, "Brother..."

Zhao Jinghua frowned and rubbed his forehead with his hand. When he spoke, his tone was cold, "Have you sworn brotherhood with him?"

Liang Qingzhou asked in surprise, "Did your sister-in-law tell you?" After he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua looked up at Liang Qingzhou coldly.

Liang Qingzhou swallowed and then hummed, "Yes, Senior Brother, you figured it out."

Zhao Jinghua took back his hand from his forehead and sighed heavily, "Don't worry about how I know this, but do you know why I want to kill him?"

Liang Qingzhou shook his head repeatedly. He dared not speak, waiting for Zhao Jinghua to speak again.

Zhao Jinghua waved his sleeves and the scene in front of him changed in an instant. Liang Qingzhou slowly stood up and looked at the street in front of him with a puzzled look. "What is this?"

Zhao Jinghua sneered and raised his hand again. The street changed into late autumn. The crowd was bustling and lively. In the most inconspicuous place, a boy in ragged and thin clothes was hiding. The boy wore a cloak made of coarse linen, covering his long silver hair. He took out a piece of rotten cabbage leaf from his sleeve and was eating it in big mouthfuls. It seemed that he had not eaten for a long time.

Liang Qingzhou's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw this, and then he quickly turned around to look at Zhao Jinghua, "This... this... is you, Senior Brother?"

Zhao Jinghua had a calm expression, but the corner of his mouth curled up a little smile, but he looked a little sad. "Yes, I had just escaped from the Jiao family at that time."

Zhao Jinghua said this and slowly stood up, looking at his former self in silence.

A piece of cabbage was not enough to fill the stomach, and after the boy finished eating, he slowly stood up and followed the crowd to an alley with his head down, squatting on the ground, quietly observing the vegetable vendors. The next moment, the scene changed, the sun was setting, and the vegetable vendor was about to leave with his basket on his back. When he noticed the boy's exposed silver hair, hatred appeared in his eyes, and then he even stepped on the rotten leaves on the ground a few times.

Liang Qingzhou looked confused and asked, "Why would he do this?"

Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyes and chuckled, his tone was full of calmness, "Because they hate my father and my eldest brother. If they were not incompetent, they would not have lost their loved ones." As soon as he finished speaking, the peddler snorted coldly and slowly left.

Seeing this, the boy pulled his hat down to try to cover his silver hair, then walked carefully to the vegetable leaves that were trampled by the vendor, trying to find some that could still be picked up.

Liang Qingzhou burst into tears watching the boy picking up vegetable leaves and eating them. The scene then changed to the cold winter. The boy was hiding in an abandoned temple, chewing a dirty dry bun with great effort. His hands were covered with frostbite, his face was pale, and he was still wearing the coarse linen clothes of late autumn.

Just as he was about to swallow the last bite of dry steamed bun, the wooden door of the temple was knocked down. A cold wind swept in and blew out the fire that the boy had worked so hard to light. The thin clothes could not withstand the cold wind, and the boy immediately shivered from the cold.

At this time, a mother and son dressed in gorgeous clothes walked into the house, followed by a man. The man persuaded them earnestly, "There are soldiers in the city. It is safest to hide here. I can't do anything about it. You just have to stay here for one night."

After the conversation, the mother and son took off their hoods. They were Murong and Zhao Honglin.

Zhao Honglin frowned when he saw the boy curled up in the corner. "Why is there a beggar here?"

Upon hearing this, the man walked up to the boy and kicked him in the chest. "Leave if you know what's best for you!"

The boy was kicked to the ground and spit out blood a moment later, but he did not dare to stay any longer. He could only hold his chest tightly and hurriedly got up. Before leaving, the boy looked back at the mother and son with cold eyes, and left the temple through the back door.

The boy walked along the path until he was exhausted and accidentally came to a street. He found a quiet path, hid in a corner, shivered and fell asleep.

The scene changes again at this time. A woman finds the boy covered with snow. Liang Qingzhou thought he was saved, but the woman exclaimed after lifting the boy's hat, "Remnants of the previous dynasty!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people passing by rushed forward and began to beat and kick the boy. The boy woke up immediately after feeling the pain and tried to get up and run away, but was pinned to the ground by the people. They looked furious, as if they could not get rid of their hatred unless they beat the boy to death. The people's punches and kicks became heavier until they saw blood gushing out of the boy's mouth and they had no strength to resist anymore, so they gradually dispersed. However, some people were still a little bit unsatisfied and kicked the boy hard before they left.

Liang Qingzhou felt a pain in his heart when he saw this scene. He walked forward and squatted down, wanting to touch the boy, but his fingers passed through the boy's body. "So that's how it is. If he hadn't said that, you wouldn't have suffered this kind of pain."

Zhao Jinghua sighed. The scene in front of him changed again. The boy had lost his youthfulness. He was sitting astride a brown horse. He was wearing silver light armor and holding a Suihua sword in his hand. There were blood beads on his cheeks. It seemed that he had just returned from the battlefield.

He did not dismount but looked down at Murong and Zhao Honglin who came to surrender. "Why should I take you and your son in? I conquered this country. I should change the reign title and recast the imperial seal. Do you think you can control me with the imperial seal of the previous dynasty in your hand?"

After hearing this, Murong spoke calmly, "Zhao Mingye, you definitely don't want everyone in the world to know that you are nameless and illegitimate, right? If that happens, the world will be in chaos, and who will still submit to you?"

Zhao Hongyu sneered, then turned the carriage around and gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Ye escorted the Queen Mother back to Beijing." As he finished speaking, the scene in front of him gradually dissipated. Liang Qingzhou lowered his head and found that he was still sitting on the stone bench. Just now, his consciousness entered Zhao Jinghua's memory.

Liang Qingzhou sighed heavily and looked at Zhao Jinghua with a guilty look on his face, "Brother... I'm sorry, I thought you were entrusted to the master by your relatives like me."

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly with a helpless smile in his eyes, "It's not his fate, and I was impulsive at the time." At this point, Zhao Jinghua slowly stood up and spoke in a flat tone so that Liang Qingzhou could not hear his emotions, "Just now I thought carefully, my suffering is not all caused by him, I am just jealous of his good life."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and spoke again with an increasingly excited tone, "He has made mistakes in the past twenty years, big and small, countless. But at that time, I thought he was my only relative, and I could tolerate it. But in my forties, I found that I would often forget what to do, and even couldn't call out the name of a certain important minister. We have the same father, so why should I be as stupid as my father and die with hatred, while he was safe and sound? Why did he have luxurious clothes and food in the palace, and he still had no worries about food and clothing after the fall of Zhao State, while I was given to Jiao Hanxi by my biological mother for him to suck my flesh and blood, and even though I escaped, I was barely alive! I almost died... He was the last emperor, but he was made a prince because of my restoration of the country, and has been rich and prosperous ever since. So I felt unwilling and jealous, and finally I wanted to kill him."

After saying this, Zhao Jinghua lowered his eyes and sneered, "God is unfair."

His laughter was so low that it seemed to come from his chest, which made Liang Qingzhou's hair stand on end. Qingliu and Zhu'er beside him were so frightened that they hugged each other tightly and trembled.