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.

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

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.

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."

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

……

Qin Yuan woke up half an hour later than usual. In a daze, she heard Lord Gu calling softly in her ear, "Yuan'er, it's time to get up."

Qin Yuan pretended not to hear, turned over and continued to sleep.

Then Cui Ming came in, carrying hot water, put it on the shelf, and said softly: "My Lord, Madam must be tired from writing memorials last night. I'm afraid she needs to sleep a little longer."

With a maid by his side, Lord Gu didn't feel like brazenly bothering Qin Yuan, so he walked to the desk and looked through the memorial she had written yesterday.

The densely packed calligraphy in small regular script with floret-shaped characters, concise language and precise wording clearly expresses the difficulties faced by the Marquis' Mansion, the intentions behind its decisions, measures and suggestions.

Gu Jinghui was amazed after reading it. Having nothing else to do, he spread out a piece of paper on Qin Yuan's desk and prepared to copy it.

Seeing this, Cui Ming came over, opened the inkstone lid, and ground ink for him.

Gu Jinghui waved his hand and said, “Go and help Madam get up and wash up. I’ll wait for her to go to the upper room for breakfast. I have something to discuss with you.”

Cui Ming thought about it and decided to go outside and call a little girl to serve her.

There were people talking in the room, and Qin Yuan slowly woke up and had to get up to wash. Gu Jinghui was sitting at the table, and there was a carved nanmu screen between him and the bed, so they did not disturb each other.

By the time Qin Yuan had finished, Gu Jinghui had also copied a copy of the memorial, so he just had to take it back and paste it on the memorial book before submitting it.

Another secret memorial had some new content added after yesterday's interrogation, so Gu Jinghui circled a certain part and planned to tell Qin Yuan to make changes later.

The morning light shone through the green window screens and onto his jade-white cheeks, blurring the rugged and steep sides of his face. Although his sharp eyebrows and jawline gave him a sense of unruliness, his posture was also chic and elegant, and his whole person had an indescribable sense of romance and freedom.

Seeing such a handsome man early in the morning, no matter how irritable I was when I woke up, it all disappeared.

Qin Yuan reached out her hand, took the copy that Gu Jinghui had written, looked at it, and said, "My husband is very focused, and it is very neat, with no typos or stains. I will have someone present it later."

Gu Jinghui pointed out the marks on the manuscript to Qin Yuan and said with some embarrassment, “There was new progress yesterday, and there was a new confession with a seal. I don’t know if I should revise it.”

Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Bring it here for me to see."

Gu Jinghui took it out from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Qin Yuan. When he unfolded it, there were still bloodstains on it.

He looked at Qin Yuan with some concern, but she didn't even frown. She quickly read through the confession and said, "Just change a few words."

Gu Jinghui quickly made way for Qin Yuan to sit.

Qin Yuan took two steps, stood in front of the table, picked up a wolf hair brush, dipped it in ink, added and deleted a few parts, and read it again. The meaning was different from the previous one.

Gu Jinghui couldn't help but praise: "Excellent, absolutely wonderful."

Then I felt a little annoyed. If I had read more books, I wouldn't be so poor when it comes to praising others.

At least he could show off his knowledge like the sixth brother and say a few sour words to please his young wife.

Qin Yuan turned her head and asked, "Should we go to the upper room now, or should we copy it first?"

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

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

Qin Yuan followed Gu Jinghui out of Wutong Garden. Along the way, Gu Jinghui didn't say anything, so she naturally didn't say much either.

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

Gu Jinghui suddenly stopped and said to Qin Yuan, "I sit alone in the secluded bamboo forest, playing the zither and whistling. No one in the deep forest knows that the bright moon is shining on me. When I heard my sixth brother reciting this poem yesterday, I suddenly remembered the night when we came here to listen to the insect sounds. These days, we haven't been so leisurely because of the smallpox."

Qin Yuan also stopped to watch. She never thought that one day she would be able to listen to Lord Gu reciting poetry.

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

Seeing that she remained silent, Gu Jinghui's ears turned slightly red, his fingers curled up, and he thought to himself that it seemed that what Brigadier General Jin said in his precious book might not be useful.

Then Gu Jinghui started to worry whether Qin Yuan would dislike him for imitating others.

After all, Qin Siyuan, Lin Ziqi and others can all write poems, unlike him who can only recite other people's poems.

Gu Jinghui's mind was in a state of confusion, but unexpectedly Qin Yuan reached out and held his hand, smiling, "Thank you for bringing me here to listen to the chirping of insects. There are many beautiful sights in the mansion. One day, Master, Junior Brother, and I came back from seeing a patient. It was a little late, and the fireflies were flying everywhere, which was also very interesting."

Gu Jinghui was so delighted that he could not hear what Qin Yuan said at all. He immediately held Qin Yuan's hand tightly.

Qin Yuan: “…”

Gu Jinghui’s ears were red, his face was stiff, and he stammered, “Then let’s go catch fireflies at night? I remember when we were little, we would catch fireflies and put them in a brocade bag and hang it inside the tent.”

Hongye lowered her head and suppressed the upturned corners of her mouth.

Cui Ming had a wooden face and seemed not to have heard anything, but Hongye knew that she must have laughed too.

Qin Yuan said: "Okay, let's talk about it when we have time."

This was originally an excuse, but to Gu Jinghui, it sounded like his little wife had already been decided.

Although he felt that it was a bit... to catch fireflies with his young wife when he was almost thirty, he could not resist her liking for it, so he had no choice but to risk his life to accompany her and please her.

This is the trouble of having a beloved wife at home.

Only married people would understand, Lord Gu thought, if Sixteen were here, he would definitely tell him.

Thanks to the amnesiac Niuniu for the monthly ticket, (づ￣ 3￣)づ,