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

Chapter 245 Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger
Qin Yuan had no choice but to respond.

She thought for a moment, and then said, "I'm afraid that Doctor Liu's relatives will not accept it. Then..."

Gu Jinghui said coldly, "He colluded with Yelu Guzha and murdered important officials of the country. He deserves death. If it weren't for the face of the Crown Prince and the King of Jin, I would have exposed his deeds to the world. They are lucky enough to be alive, but they still dare to disobey."

Qin Yuan said nothing.

Gu Jinghui slowed down his tone again and said, “The military’s treatment of spies is much more ruthless than this. Don’t worry, his family probably knows something about what he did. If the emperor issues an order not to grant him generous favors and benefits to his descendants, his family will understand and will never dare to act recklessly.”

Qin Yuan asked: "In this case, wouldn't the fact that you pretended to be Doctor Liu and dealt with the three parties be exposed? Originally, my husband was in the dark, but now he is in the light."

Seeing her worried, Gu Jinghui’s heart warmed up, and he couldn’t help but hold her on his knees, smiling: “I’m really happy that you’re thinking about me. Good Yuan’er, think about it, if the surname Liu dies, they will definitely panic and dare not act rashly.”

Qin Yuan also understood that this was just a trick to scare the enemy.

These people would never dare to argue with Gu Jinghui, who holds military power, just because Doctor Liu died.

At least not now.

She lowered her head and complained softly, "You are happy, but I am not. I care about you and keep your affairs in my heart, but you don't remember what I say."

Gu Jinghui: “…”

Feeling guilty after being told this by Qin Yuan, Lord Gu sighed for a long while before saying, "Don't worry, I have already made a plan for this matter, but it's hard to say it now. You and I are husband and wife, I remember it all."

Qin Yuan stretched out her slender, white index finger and gently poked Gu Jinghui's chest. She glanced at him and said softly, "You'd better be."

This glance and this poke made Gu Jinghui's heart flutter.

The cold and heartless Qin Yuan disappeared, and the well-behaved and charming little wife came back.

He grasped Qin Yuan's fingers and complained in a deep voice: "You have been angry and ignored me these days. You are also under the guise of being cautious. You have been eating and drinking comfortably. You don't know how I have been alone in the outer courtyard, with a cold pillow and a cold quilt."

Qin Yuan burst out laughing.

It always feels a bit strange that the unruly Lord Gu would use such elegant words.

Lord Gu frowned and asked gloomily, "What are you laughing at?"

Qin Yuan also frowned, not afraid at all: "I laughed at you living in the outer courtyard and it was good. When you were in Wutong Garden before, you were still stuck on that page for a few days. After going to the outer courtyard, you even used the cold pillow and cold quilt."

Lord Gu couldn't help but laugh, and he gently nudged Qin Yuan's side, saying, "I just listened to your poem and learned a few lines. If you don't like it, I won't learn it."

Qin Yuan suppressed his laughter and said, "You are a good student. You should learn more. Aren't you going to be a Confucian general? After you open a government, I want to see how you will tell my father."

Lord Gu felt a little ashamed, so he let go of her hand and said sourly, "It's because you don't want to teach me. I wanted to ask you to be my teacher, but you were busy with the accounts all day and ignored me. Look how caring you are to Sixth Brother, not to mention Xiaodong, you even taught him how to paint. I know that I can't compare to others in your heart, so I can only be ranked last. If you don't care, then don't care, but you still laugh at me. If I had a way, I wouldn't have to pick up Sixth Brother's words."

The words she said sounded like she was complaining about her husband.

Qin Yuan knew that it would be a waste of time to argue with him about this, so she slid off his lap and said angrily, "I don't have time to argue with you here. Go back and do your thing. I still have to rush to draft a memorial."

It is very tiring to write two memorials.

Gu Jinghui did have a lot of things to deal with, so he stood up and said, “You have to take my words to heart. You can’t not read this book, right?”

It would be great if I could study with my wife. It would be possible to finish reading the obscure Spring and Autumn Annals in a month.

Qin Yuan said, "How can a wife teach her husband to read? Shouldn't you find a teacher at home to tell you stories and give you advice?"

After Lin Ziqi became the prefect, he recruited many aides, who either gave him advice or chatted with him and exchanged poems with him.

Gu Jinghui was a general after all, so how could he not have capable military advisors and staff under his command?

Gu Jinghui frowned, “Aren’t all teachers old pedants? They are annoying just to look at. It’s not as fun as studying with Yuan’er.”

Qin Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed him out the door, saying, "Go read a book quickly. Even if you can't read the Spring and Autumn Annals, it's also good to read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I heard that someone became a famous general after reading this book."

Gu Jinghui pulled the corners of his lips and sneered indifferently. Seeing that she ignored him, he had no choice but to leave.

Qin Yuan called Hongye and Cuiming in to serve, and threw the account book to Hongye first, saying: "There is nothing wrong with this account on the surface. First, transfer the account from the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard and compare it with the date of the inner courtyard's monthly payment."

Hongye asked: "Is there something fishy going on here?"

Qin Yuan said: "Pair them together first and see what you can come up with."

Cui Ming came over to grind ink for her. Qin Yuan moved away the account book and abacus, spread out the paper, put down the paperweight, and began to write.

She had already scrapped several drafts because there was still no definite news about Doctor Liu.

Now that the dust has settled, this memorial has also been finalized.

As for the secret memorial, Qin Yuan thought that there was no need to embellish it and just write it as it was.

Gu Jingjun walked out of Wutong Garden slowly, and suddenly stopped and asked the servant following him, "Do you know the largest tile houses in the capital?"

The servant said, "I have heard from others that the Sang family's and Luo family's houses are both very large. There is also a house farther away in the east city, which is the house of the Zhuge family."

Gu Jinghui asked again: “Which storyteller has the most tiles and tells the best story?”

The servant thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. Today's storytellers are different from before. Some specialize in telling erotic stories, some tell stories about talented men and beautiful women, some tell historical biographies, and some string together events that happened in the capital, and there are many listeners, young and old."

Gu Jinghui was stunned.

There are only a few storytellers in the northern part of the city, and they always tell the same old stories over and over again. In the capital, even the storytelling is different from that in other places.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the servant said, "Recently, there is a new kind of music that is popular. People sing and play music at the same time. I heard it came from Yangzhou. Some of the best ones even have several musicians, some playing drums, some playing pipa, and some plucking sanxian."

"The Sang family can also hire a few minor roles and ask them to sing a specific part. This is more expensive and they are not from a proper opera troupe."

Gu Jinghui nodded, indicating that he understood.

The servant tried to figure out the deeper meaning of his master's question so that he could talk to Gu Shiliu about it, in case his master asked about it again and he would be unprepared.

Gu Jinghui walked straight back to the outer courtyard.

Gu Shiliu was already waiting for him, his expression looking rather solemn.

“Why, did you find out?” Gu Jinghui walked nonchalantly to the table and sat down. A bloody confession was already placed on it.