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

Chapter 192: We Have to Create Some Momentum

Qin Yuan thought that such a mark would be embroidered on every piece of clothing of Lord Gu, and the embroiderers in the needlework room would have to embroider day and night for a month or so.

Not to mention her.

Lord Gu thought for a moment and said, "I'll find a way."

Qin Yuan responded with a stiff upper lip: "Okay."

Lord Gu asked: "Yuan'er, do you find this troublesome?"

he asked cautiously.

Qin Yuan said: "If you want me to embroider every piece by hand, I don't know how long it will take."

Lord Gu thought for a moment and said, "Then just embroider two pieces for me first."

With two pieces, he can show off in front of others.

In fact, that was all he wanted.

"Okay," Qin Yuan didn't want to continue this topic, and said, "Why did you say that Zhen Jie'er might have been implicated by Dingbei Marquis's Mansion? But what did you know?"

Gu Jinghui hesitated for a while before saying, "I suspect that Zhao has something to do with Yelu's hostage. Zhen Jie'er and Zhao were just close friends, but the maid next to Zhao insisted that Zhao had left the mansion the day before. These things need to be verified. Don't show it on your face when you see Cheng Ge'er and Yu Jie'er in the future. I am just suspecting."

Qin Yuan was frightened.

If you think about so many things together, it would be too profound.

Seeing Qin Yuan remained silent for a long time, Gu Jinghui hesitated and said, "I'm leaving now. You take a rest first."

Qin Yuan came back to her senses and said quickly, "I have something to trouble you, my husband."

"You said."

Gu Jinghui sat back down again.

Qin Yuan said in detail: "I want to find someone to inquire about the current market situation of pepper in the capital, and whether the Prince Qi's Mansion has done anything. Also, have someone help me send a letter to Shen Changle. There are some things I want him to do."

"Okay," Gu Jinghui said, "Seventeen has also gotten some information back. Yanzhou can buy aged peppercorns at a price of around 48 taels of silver per pound. If you buy more, we can negotiate the price."

Qin Yuan nodded and said, "I'll make a decision after I get some information. Is that okay?"

Gu Jinghui said: “Yes.”

Qin Yuan called someone in to clean the table and asked someone to make tea.

Lord Gu said, "I have something else to do, so I won't drink the tea."

The sun is shining brightly outside.

Qin Yuan asked Hongye to take out the painted umbrella and asked Gu Shiliu to put it on for the Marquis.

Lord Gu was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't refuse Qin Yuan's kindness, so he had to go with her.

After leaving Wutong Garden, Gu Shiliu held up the umbrella high to shade Gu Jinghui from the sun, and couldn't help but smile: "My Lord, Madam really loves you more and more."

Lord Gu said with a straight face: "Alas, you don't understand."

Gu Shiliu: “…”

It’s the same old saying, he’ll understand everything once he gets married.

is not it?
The Marquis used to not care about going out in wind and rain, but now, after only being married for a short time, he has to use an umbrella to block the sun.

If you tell me, who will believe it?
Qin Yuan sipped the tea slowly for a while before opening the box, taking out the letter from Manager Leng and continuing to read.

Shopkeeper Leng said that he tried a few of the camphor and sandalwood pills brought back by Madam Rong, and they were found to be refreshing and calming, and very suitable for elderly people suffering from the bitter summer heat. If Qin Yuan was willing to sell them, he believed they would soon be loved by the nobles.

He considered it very carefully, saying that if Qin Yuan was worried about the recipe being spread, Ranxiangju could provide the prepared spices, and Qin Yuan only needed to mix them according to the recipe, and the rest of the steps such as rolling the incense balls, drying and baking would be done by Ranxiangju, which would not take much effort. If Qin Yuan just wanted to sell the house, that was fine too. Of course, the best way would be for Qin Yuan to invest the recipe in Ranxiangju as a share, and then share the profits according to Ranxiangju's income.

This is a permanent solution.

Qin Yuan handed the letter to Hongye and Cuiming, and Cuiming also said, "It is most cost-effective and convenient to use the recipe as a share."

Hongye asked, "What did the young lady say?"

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "I asked you two to take a look and see if you have any considerations, but you came to ask me."

Hongye said, "I don't understand what the young lady is thinking. If you want to save trouble, it would be best to hand it over to Ranxiangju. But if the young lady also wants to sell it in her own shop, then it's another way of doing it."

Qin Yuan looked at the time. It was the time when the old lady was resting. It was not convenient for her to go to the upper room to look for Rong Mama, so she said, "I will go to the upper room to ask mother and Rong Mama in the evening."

She let Hongye help her change her clothes and loosen her hair, and planned to take a nap.

Just as she lay down, Qin Yuan remembered something again. She stood up and rummaged through the box that Gu Shiliu brought. Sure enough, she found a neatly bound new book.

Six big characters "Collection of Poems from a Visit to Yuyuantan" were clearly printed on it.

This name is straightforward and has no merits or demerits.

Qin Yuan couldn't help but curl her lips and smile.

Hongye said, "Miss, you asked me to find it for you, why did you get up again by yourself?"

Qin Yuan said, "I just suddenly remembered it, so I took a look. This is the collection of poems printed by Shen Changle. How about you take a look?"

She was so busy questioning Lord Gu just now that she forgot about this matter.

Since Mr. Gu Liu has already taken the poetry collection, Shen Changle, who is a meticulous person, will naturally give her a copy.

Qin Yuan slowly turned two pages. The poetry collection was printed very finely, the paper was thick and dense, and the handwriting was clear, but the cover did not look eye-catching enough.

Hongye said: "Shen Changle has achieved so much in such a short time. He is really a talent. Miss really knows how to use people."

Cui Ming also nodded and said, "I don't understand these, but they look elegant and valuable. Master Six will be happy to see them."

Qin Yuan put down the poetry collection and said, "It's really good, but it can be better."

Hongye and Cuiming left to let her rest, but although Qin Yuan lay on the bed, she was not sleepy at all.

After listening to Lord Gu's words, she secretly had an idea in her heart.

In his previous life, military generals were suppressed by civil officials, and the civil officials were divided into many factions. The reason why Lin Ziqi was able to climb so fast was because the fighting between the factions gave him the opportunity.

Party struggles plunged the civil officials into a quagmire of fighting, and natural and man-made disasters tied Daxing's hands. The people were terrified of war, and a life of extravagance was prevalent. All of this was extremely beneficial to the Yelu family.

Qin Yuan thought that Yelu Guzha’s contribution was indispensable behind all this.

In her previous life, she urged Lin Ziqi, as a prime minister, to be prepared for danger in times of peace for Daxing, so as to avoid becoming a prime minister who leads to the destruction of the country and leaving a bad name in history.

But Lin Ziqi had long forgotten about it in the beautiful and gentle life. Although he knew that the iron hoof of the Yelu family would sooner or later step into Daxing again, and Daxing would be powerless to resist by then, he was unwilling to do anything at all.

He couldn't even bear to hear Qin Yuan talk about it and became deeply suspicious of her.

In this life, Qin Yuan thought, she had a different start and knew the opportunity first, so she couldn't be without a way to prevent Yelu Guzha and others from succeeding.

As a native of Daxing, how could she bear to watch the Yelu clan's iron hoofs march southward and ravage and trample the entire Daxing?

Thinking of this, Qin Yuan turned over and sat up again, looking down at the poetry collection lying quietly on the small table beside the bed, muttering to himself: "I have to think of a way to make some noise and create some momentum for my cousin Siyuan, right?"

　Thank you Xiao Chen for your busy monthly ticket this year, (,,ω)ノ“(っω｀。).Thanks(ω)

　　(End of this chapter)