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

Chapter 134 Qin Wan's Poem in a Dream
Gu Jingjun's straightforward words caused a few chuckles, and Qin Siyuan couldn't help but laugh: "Let's walk around, I'll compare sentences with you, maybe you can write a few different sentences today."

Lin Ziqi wanted to win the championship, so he called Gu Jingjun to join the group. Hearing this, he said, “Then you guys go around. Siyuan, I’ll leave Sixth Master to you.”

Mr. Gu Liu and Qin Siyuan were both dressed neatly and had outstanding looks. As soon as they stood up, they attracted a lot of people's attention.

The two people sitting next to them naturally saw it and couldn't help but ask a few questions.

When they heard that he was the Sixth Master of Dingbei Marquis's Mansion and the nephew of Qin Jijiu, they all smiled and nodded, "A good appearance passed down from our ancestors."

Qin Siyuan brought Master Gu Liu to a small pavilion nearby, and the two of them began to make couplets while pointing at the water, sky and clouds.

After they start to learn to make couplets, primary school students have to start learning to make couplets. Mr. Gu Liu is good at making basic couplets of words and characters, but he is not good at making couplets of sentences.

Qin Siyuan could see that Gu Jingjun had only learned a superficial amount of knowledge at the Imperial Academy Primary School.

"Then let's try to use a couplet. Don't think about what the sentence means first, as long as it sounds good, how do you think?"

Gu Jingjun suddenly became interested.

Qin Siyuan gave a sentence and asked Gu Jingjun to match it with the next one. If he matched it, he would break it down and analyze it carefully. If he didn't match it, he would tell him how to find the corresponding words.

After a few rounds, Gu Jingjun became more and more excited, and couldn't help but laugh: "Why do I feel like writing poetry has become easier after following you?"

Qin Siyuan said seriously, "Writing poetry is an easy thing. In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi would read his poems to illiterate old women after writing them, making sure they could understand. You use the right words and phrases to make parallelisms. As long as they are neat and rhymed, even if it is just doggerel, it is a poem."

Gu Jingjun was greatly encouraged.

Qin Siyuan added: "When you become familiar with it for a long time, you will naturally be able to write poetry. When our Qin family was at its peak, it was said that the servants could speak eloquently. But now that we have fallen, there has been no talented person in the family to take over the leadership for a long time. I am considered lucky."

Gu Jingjun looked yearning and said, “I wonder when I will be able to speak fluently.”

Qin Siyuan said seriously: "If Mr. Gu Liu really wants to learn, he can memorize Tang and Song poems by heart, and then he will be able to speak fluently."

"Really?"

“Haha, of course it’s true,” a person came out from behind the two of them and took over Gu Jingjun’s words before Qin Siyuan could.

Gu Jingjun turned around and saw the old man who was talking to Lin Ziqi. He couldn’t help but wrinkled his nose and asked, “Old gentleman, are you also an expert in writing poetry?”

The old man smiled and said, "I don't claim to be an expert, but I can compose a few poems in my spare time. Just now, I saw that you two were having fun, and I was also interested. How about we compose poems together?"

Qin Siyuan smiled and said, "Okay, it's better to obey than to be respectful."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Let's try a pair..." He glanced at Gu Jingjun who was eager to try and said, "How about a five-character quatrain?"

A five-character quatrain only has four lines, each with five words. It is short and sharp, and the rhythm is relatively easy to match, which is perfect for Gu Jingjun's level.

Qin Siyuan secretly felt emotional and said with a smile: "Okay, what do you think, Master Liu?"

Gu Jingjun: “Okay, that’s perfect.”

He had just exchanged several pairs of words with Qin Siyuan, and felt that he had improved greatly compared to before, and was just about to show his skills.

The old man said, "I just read the title of Mr. Lin's poem. This is the scene of fishing in the river. Why don't we write fishing as the title?"

Gu Jingjun said: “Okay.”

Qin Siyuan also nodded. He was well prepared and had read Qin Yuan's example poems. He was quite confident. Thinking of what Qin Yuan had said about improving artistic conception, Qin Siyuan put aside worldly thoughts and looked at the sparkling water. At this time, a gentle breeze from the south blew into the pavilion, bringing a rare sense of coolness. His heart was suddenly moved.

He said quickly: "I have it."

"Brother Siyuan, what do you have?"

Lin Ziqi rushed into the pavilion waving a folding fan and asked casually.

Gu Jingjun said, “The three of us are writing poems about fishing.” Lin Ziqi said quickly, “How about I join in? I just came up with four poems along the way.”

Qin Siyuan looked at the old man.

The old man smiled and said, "It is fate that we meet. Since you are here, Mr. Lin, please tell me about yours first."

Lin Ziqi had prepared for this day for a long time. Before going out, he listened to Qin Wan reciting an excellent five-character quatrain on the theme of fishing, which was much better than the one he had painstakingly polished.

Qin Wan said that it was what she dreamed about at night, and Lin Ziqi just felt that it was God helping him.

If you don't take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.

He glanced at Qin Siyuan secretly, thinking that now that he had recited this song, Qin Siyuan would not have to do it again.

Although it may be a bit unkind, there is no room for hesitation when it comes to fame and fortune.

Lin Ziqi slowly recited the quatrain that he had memorized by heart.

The expressions of the three people in front of him indeed changed.

Although Gu Jingjun was not good at writing poetry, he still had the ability to appreciate poetry. He immediately applauded and said, “Good poem, good poem.”

The old man pinched his beard, nodded heavily, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Qin Siyuan was horrified, as if he had lost his soul.

It’s all because this poem is so good.

Lin Ziqi thought proudly.

The old man looked at Qin Siyuan, whose face was full of surprise, and said, "My dear Qin, it's your turn."

Qin Siyuan put away all the distracting thoughts in his mind and recited his own five-character quatrain.

The old man was shocked and said, "Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect that both of you are talented. One of you is the nephew of the Qin family, and the other is the son-in-law of the Qin family. Qin Jijiu really has vision and knows how to cultivate talents."

Obviously the old man appreciates Qin Siyuan's talent more.

Lin Ziqi's face was gloomy and he looked at him suspiciously.

Qin Siyuan asked quickly: "Does the elder recognize the younger uncle?"

The old man smiled and said, "I recognize you. Today we are meeting friends through poetry. You guys are so talented that I am ashamed to show you my talent."

As he spoke, he also recited his own poem.

Qin Siyuan and Lin Ziqi naturally had to flatter him as well.

Gu Jingjun exclaimed: “The poems written by the three of you are all good poems. I can only use doggerel to show off my ugliness.”

He tried his best but this was the only poem he could come up with, but it was a great improvement over his previous poems which were full of flowery words and empty content.

The old man commented on the poems of the three of them with a solemn expression.

Qin Siyuan's poems are majestic and lofty, and Lin Ziqi's poems are profound and elegant, which are also excellent. As for Gu Jingjun, he still has a long way to go to compose good poems, but he is making rapid progress. As long as he keeps practicing, he will be able to compose good poems soon.

Finally, the old man said, "My friends, we will meet again later. When I come down the mountain, I will come to ask you about the other poems you wrote today."

After the others said goodbye, only Gu Jingjun was in high spirits, feeling inspired to write a few more poems.

Lin Ziqi and Qin Siyuan were both absent-minded, and no one knew what they were thinking about.

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