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

Chapter 247 The troubles of fireflies

Gu Shiliu waited for half the night, but finally couldn't help but go back to change clothes and take a shower.

The others stayed there to guard it, but no one came to take it after a whole night.

Gu Shiliu woke up in the early morning, thinking he could catch a big fish. Disappointed, he went to the pit himself and dug it up again, only to find that the oil paper bag buried inside had changed. When he opened it, it was still a note, but the words written on it had changed, and it was still nonsense.

Gu Shiliu: “…”

This is when things get weird.

Gu Shiliu poked his hand outward sideways, and unexpectedly, there was a place that was loose. He used a little more force and pushed a brick a little.

At this time, every household was busy preparing breakfast, and there were few people on the street, let alone the alley facing the Duke Dingguo Mansion.

Gu Shiliu jumped out of the wall and took a closer look. It turned out that the bricks at this place were loose, but not obviously.

"Hey..."

Gu Shiliu jumped back in a hurry and thought to himself, this is really amazing, he actually did such a thing right under their noses and it worked.

Pan Xiqing pointed out the marks on the manuscript to Cuiming and said without any embarrassment, "There were no new withdrawals yesterday, and no new confessions signed, so I know it needs to be revised."

Seeing this, Qin Yuan came over, opened the inkstone lid, and ground ink for me.

Pan Xi pretended to hear it, turned over and continued to sleep.

At most, he could show off his knowledge like the eighth brother and say a few sour words to please the eldest wife.

Gu Shiliu snorted and laughed, then gave him a head-smacking blow with his finger.

Without the maid by his side, Pan Xiqing was shameless enough to tease Cui Ming, so he walked to the desk and looked through the memorial you wrote yesterday.

Lord Gu waved his hand and said, "He will go and help Madam get up and wash. Wait for you to go to the lower room for breakfast. There is nothing else to talk about."

That is the trouble of not having a loving wife at home.

Lord Gu's ears were red, his face was stiff, and he stammered, "You guys go catch fireflies tonight? Remember when you were older, you would catch fireflies and put them outside the brocade bag and hang it outside the tent."

Qin Yuan thought about it and decided to go inside and call a maid to serve her.

Cui Ming: “…”

Cui Ming woke up half an hour later than usual. In a daze, she heard Gu Jinghui calling her again, "Yuan'er, it's time to get up."

Gu Shiliu ordered his men to stay by the side while he went to the outer study to look for Lord Gu.

Cui Ming followed Pan Xiqing out of Wutong Garden and walked down the path. Lord Gu spoke, so you naturally kept quiet.

I looked at Cui Ming without any worry, but I saw that you didn't even frown, you read the confession slowly, and said, "Just change a few words."

That was originally an excuse, but to Lord Gu, it sounded like the first wife had made the decision.

Lord Gu was slightly delighted and listened to everything Qing Cuiming said. He immediately held Cuiming's hand tightly.

Seeing such a handsome man early in the morning, any grumpiness I had in waking up was gone.

The red leaves drooped down his head, pressing down the downturned corners of his mouth.

Only those who have never been married would understand, Gu Jinghui thought, if Eighteen were here, I would definitely tell me.

Another secret memorial had some new content added before the interrogation yesterday, so Lord Gu circled a certain part and planned to tell Cui Ming to make changes later.

Lord Gu quickly collected his thoughts, glanced at the hourglass, and said, "Let's go now."

After all, Qin Siyuan, Lin Ziqi and others can all write poems, but people like me can only recite other people's poems.

……

Seeing you were talking, Pan Xiqing's ears turned slightly red, his fingers curled up, and he thought to himself, it seems that what Commander Jin said in the precious book is useless.

Lord Gu suddenly stopped and said to Cui Ming, "Sitting alone outside the secluded bamboo forest, playing the zither and whistling. People in the deep forest know that the bright moon is shining on me. Yesterday, I heard my eighth brother reciting this poem, and suddenly I remembered that you two came outside to listen to the insect sounds this evening. In those days, we were so leisurely because of the smallpox."

Pan Xi raised his eyebrows and said, "Bring it here for you to have a look."

Cui Ming took two steps and stood behind the table. She picked up a wolf hair brush, dipped it in ink, added and deleted a few parts, and read it again. The meaning was the same as the later part.

Lord Gu took it out from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Cui Ming.

Qin Yuan had a wooden face and seemed to have heard everything, but Hongye knew that you must have laughed too.

When it was unfolded, there was no bloodstain underneath.

The densely packed large characters with flowery hairpins, concise language and precise wording clearly express the difficulties faced by the Marquis' Mansion, the intentions behind its decisions, measures and suggestions.

By the time Pan Xi had finished, Lord Gu's memorial had already been damaged in one copy, so he just took it back and pasted it under the memorial book before submitting it.

When I come back later, I can stay in the main room for a while.

Then I felt a little regretful. If I had read less, I would not be so poor when it comes to praising others.

Cui Ming said, "It's bad, let's talk about it when we are free."

Lord Gu was thinking over and over again. Cui Ming reached out and held my hand, saying with a smile, "Thank you husband for bringing you here to listen to the chirping of insects today. There are not many sights in the mansion. You came back from seeing patients with Master and Senior Brother one day. It was already late. Fireflies were flying everywhere, which was boring."

Cui Ming also stopped and said, “You never thought that one day you would be able to listen to Gu Jinghui reciting poetry.”

Unexpectedly, Gu Jinghui was not in the outer study. After practicing martial arts, he went to Wutong Garden and said that he wanted to go to the upper room with his wife for breakfast.

Lord Gu couldn't help but praise: "Excellent, excellent."

No one was talking outside the room. Cui Ming woke up quickly and had to get up to wash. Lord Gu was sitting at the table, and there was no carved nanmu screen between him and the bed, so they were disturbing each other.

Lord Gu was impressed after reading it. He had something else to do, so he spread out a piece of paper on Pan Xi's desk and prepared to copy it.

Although he felt that it was pointless to catch fireflies with his first wife since he was almost thirty years old... but since his first wife hated him, he could only risk his life to accompany the gentleman and surrender to her.

The servant guarding the study even imitated Lord Gu and said to him: "I don't know where Sixteen went to have a madman early in the morning. When he comes back, go to the upper room to find me."

Then Qin Yuan came back, carrying a cup of cold water, and placed it under the shelf, saying in a strong voice: "My Lord, Madam must have been tired from writing memorials last night. I'm afraid she needs to sleep less."

The morning light shone through the green window screen and shone on my jade-white cheeks, blurring the flat and steep sides of my face. Although my sharp eyebrows and upper jaw line did not give me a sense of unruliness, my posture was also chic and elegant, and the whole person was indescribably romantic and unrestrained.

Hongye and Qin Yuan also followed quietly all the way to the bamboo forest.

Lord Gu quickly made way for Cui Ming to sit down.

Cui Ming turned her head and asked, "Should we go to the lower room now, or should we copy it first?"

Although the poem I am reciting is from Wang Wei, it is still a poem.

Then Lord Gu no longer worried that he would be disliked by Pan Xi for imitating others.

Cui Ming reached out her hand, took the copy written by Lord Gu, looked at it, and said, "My husband was distracted, it is very neat, check if there are any mistakes or stains, and have someone present it later."