My younger sister insisted on marrying me and made me the Marquis' wife.

Chapter 135 Testing each other

After returning to the tea stall, the three of them recited their own poems.

Lin Ziqi looked at Qin Siyuan with a gloomy look in his eyes and said, "Brother Siyuan's poems today are very different from the past."

Qin Siyuan also said: "Ziqi's poems today have a more profound and elegant style, which is different from his usual style."

Both of them felt that something was wrong with the other.

There are many temptations in words.

But he couldn't say it clearly, so he suppressed his inner emotions and worked on the remaining poetry topics carefully.

Poems by other people have also been produced one after another.

Even Gu Jingjun did five of the eight questions.

After everyone passed the poems around, they all praised Qin Siyuan's poems, saying they were smart and grand, and sometimes majestic, and they were the best. Lin Ziqi's poems were also good, especially the one about fishing, but overall, he was still inferior.

The last one in the list is Mr. Gu Liu.

Several scholars who were not short of money immediately seconded the proposal, "You two are talented, and will surely be able to pass the imperial examination. It would be such a blessing for us to be included in the same poetry collection with the future Jinshi master. Master Gu Liu's proposal is really elegant."

There was no time for me to regret before.

Mr. Gu Liu returned to the big courtyard, changed into his old clothes, picked up the book, but he seemed to be leaving.

When you live under someone else's roof, you will inevitably care about what others say and do, and any slight disturbance will affect your mood.

Then he thought again, the little sister is very talented, and Gu Jinghui is far from being as bad as he is now.

Mr. Gu Liu thought to himself, that Gu Jinghui is really shameless. First he coveted the seventh sister's identity and dowry and ruined his engagement with the youngest sister, and then he plagiarized the youngest sister's poems. I thought that if I made a slight modification, people would be able to see through it, right?

"You haven't seen it too much, maybe you saw it wrong."

Master Gu Liu smiled and said, "That will take a lot of effort."

Everyone was smiling.

The owner of the tea stall came out and said with a smile, "The two gentlemen who were drinking tea outside just now left a message to ask us to copy down your poems so that we can have a look at them when we come back from the mountain."

Mr. Gu Liu wanted to take Guan Guangruo's car, so he accompanied me for a walk along the edge of Yuyuantan Lake. The two of us argued with each other as we walked, which was rather boring.

"how?"

Even Guan Guangruo, who was the worst at writing poetry, was in low spirits.

As we were walking, we heard a commotion from behind, saying that someone had fallen into the water, and it was a man.

The purpose of today’s poetry club has not been achieved yet, so Gu Jinghui is waiting patiently.

After saying this, Master Gu Liu felt that he was being abrupt, and without thinking about Gu Jingjun's intentions, he agreed to come up.

Qin Siyuan insisted on sending me to the Qin Mansion. We got in the car and talked badly for a while before we parted.

Those who have no money contribute money, those who have no strength contribute strength, and I contribute my talent.

Gu Jinghui spoke.

Gu Liuye snorted and laughed, and said with a serious look: "I am a Li, what can I say?"

The two men stopped far away, standing in front of the weeping willows under the embankment. Through the hanging willow branches, they saw that there were people under the pleasure boat jumping up one after another, and there was also someone standing under the pleasure boat pointing at the water and shouting, as if instructing how to save people. After a while, people were finally pulled off the boat.

When I started that poetry club, I didn't have those considerations in mind.

I started copying it. Out of selfishness, I ignored the name of Gu Liuye's poem. The host standing next to me said, "The two of you said that every poem should have the author's name."

Seeing the sun setting, the two of them lingered for a while. When they passed a side street, Qin Siyuan looked inside the car window and seemed to see a figure. He said in surprise, "Stop, stop."

Gu Jinghui said: "You are fine outside your home, I am afraid you can accompany seven people."

Gu Jingjun speculated, “Maybe she was a prostitute accompanying guests. Some people relied on their family background to bully these boys. They couldn’t stand being humiliated, so they jumped into the water in anger.”

The two of them had their own thoughts, but no one else noticed.

"…It's bad… no need to bother."

The seventh aunt knew her son's character. She nodded and said, "You are disturbing his studies. Go to bed early."

When the others saw Gu Jinghui was about to leave, they also said, “You guys are leaving too. Mr. Lin will take your car back to the city.”

When Qin Siyuan returned to the mansion, he realized that there was a big commotion outside the mansion. He immediately rushed to the inner courtyard, grabbed Gu Jingjun, and said, "My dear brother, you seem to have seen this woman."

I am in a good mood and wish I could write poetry until late at night.

The seventh aunt stepped back and asked, "Siyuan, did he go to Yuyuantan with Master Lin today? Why did he speak strangely when I came back today and met you?"

But now, all that I have painstakingly arranged has to be shared with Guan Guangruo with only a small portion of the glory. I am really not happy about it.

Lin Ziqi couldn't help but frown.

Mr. Gu Liu also had objections.

Thinking that the incident also involved Qin Yuan, Guan Guangruo said vaguely: "Mom, he just ignored my words, I was the one who took advantage of the situation. Don't say anything else."

Gu Jinghui responded with a smile.

Gu Jinghui said, “This means respect is like obeying orders.”

The carriage stopped and Qin Siyuan hurriedly got on, but he couldn't see anyone yet.

The seventh aunt said: "I said that a gentleman should be upright and honest, but he can take advantage of opportunities..."

Guan Guangruo also came up and asked, "Did he see anyone?"

Gu Liuye looked over and said with a smile, "If he copies, you can help him proofread it."

Qin Siyuan pulled Gu Liuye aside and said, "My dear brother, the scenery outside is so bad, would it be nice if you two could go for a walk and he could recite poems with you along the way?"

The host smiled and said, "Yes, one of those two villains is the Minister of Rites, and the other is the governor of education in the capital. They are unlucky to be favored by those two villains."

Master Gu Liu didn't care at all, but was happy for Qin Siyuan, saying: "My dear brother, you are too humble and low-key on weekdays. Your poems are very well written. I'm sure many people will know about them and recite them."

Guan Guangruo said, "It's far from the Qin residence. If you are like him, you can say goodbye outside."

"That's right," the others echoed.

Master Gu Liu thought of Qin Yuan's words and couldn't help saying, "He used to go on a boat trip like that. If it got out, his reputation would be bad. He is the same as us, so why bother?"

Master Gu Liu was so angry that he laughed, "You wanted to give me that sentence."

Gu Jinghui was both happy and angry. He was happy that his poem was finally accepted by the two villains.

But how can I agree to the good intention that is sent to my door? It's really disgusting.

After copying the poem and handing a copy to the tea stall owner and Qin Siyuan, Gu Jinghui asked, "Do you want to continue your tour, or go your separate ways?"

Gu Jinghui smiled awkwardly and said, “I forgot. I copied it slowly just now.”

Gu Liuye, who was dancing with joy and could not see Lin Ziqi's expression, said, "Why don't I have these poems copied out and compiled into a collection, and make it a collection of our poetry club, and send it out so that others can have a look."

Qin Siyuan asked in surprise: "Two little men?"

What made me angry was that I had misjudged Mr. Gu Liu, the so-called upright gentleman, and I had taken advantage of him.

Master Gu Liu asked Qin Siyuan: "Is he going back?"

Lin Ziqi had been a dilettante for many years, so he was naturally very familiar with it. He immediately said, "Well, you can just find a few poor scholars to copy it. The shops outside your house can do the binding. You must copy at least some of it. If your poems are spread out, you will also become famous. How can you do such a bad thing?"