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

Chapter 294 Impact
Qin Yuan smiled coquettishly and whispered in my husband's ear, "I knew I couldn't hide it from my husband. To be honest, I just found out that Mr. Songshan is a famous scholar in Wu and Chu. I don't know why he hides in the tile house to tell stories. Although my cousin's knowledge is already good, wouldn't it be better if he could get guidance from Mr. Songshan?"

Gu Jinghui frowned and said sincerely, “Then tell me, who is more knowledgeable, father-in-law or Mr. Songshan? Don’t think I’m rude. If you are unhappy, you don’t have to say it.”

Qin Yuan was amused and said, "What's wrong with saying this? This is something that all scholars know. Although my father is the chief priest, he is not as good as Mr. Songshan. So, if Mr. Songshan gives a lecture, my father will come to listen no matter how busy he is. But when my father gives a lecture, even if Mr. Songshan is invited, he may not be available to listen. It is a great blessing that you can invite Mr. Songshan to tell stories. If he can stay, it will be a blessing for the mansion."

"What are you doing here?"

Gu Jinghui was puzzled.

"He's a great scholar, and he can't teach children. Lao Liu... Lao Liu's knowledge is just average. To say he's average is a compliment. He only finished elementary school. Wouldn't it be an insult to him if I kept him?"

Qin Yuan rolled his eyes and said patiently, "Then they would come to the mansion to tell stories to you who are even less knowledgeable."

Gu Jinghui: “…”

Can this be the same?

Also, why is the young wife's elbow bent outward?

Although it is true that he is not as knowledgeable as Lao Liu, it is very hurtful to say it out loud.

Mr. Songshan on the stage had already told a passage from the Spring and Autumn Annals. Old Madam Gu was very happy to hear it and said, "This gentleman is telling a good story. I have learned a few stories from him."

Aunt Rong said, "If a child listens to this from a young age, he will surely be very knowledgeable when he grows up."

Madam Gu said, "Only our Marquis, who keeps daydreaming, can come up with such an idea. Look how seriously the children are listening."

Although Mr. Songshan's storytelling is not as vivid as that of ordinary storytellers, his language is concise and his simple sentences are very meaningful when you think about them carefully.

The children listened to the story, but adults like Gu Liuye were inspired.

After finishing a paragraph, Qin Heng asked questions frequently. Mr. Songshan did not fool around just because Qin Heng was young, but answered them seriously.

Qin Siyuan inserted and extended the argument, bringing out people and events from ancient times to the present and comparing and refuting them one by one.

Mr. Gu Liu was very supportive of his brother Siyuan and cheered loudly from time to time.

Although Mr. Matsuyama felt that something was wrong, he became interested as the two of them kept asking questions, and the conversation was very lively.

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Fortunately it's not in Wazi, otherwise guests like this would be kicked out, and the storyteller would have nothing to eat."

Gu Jinghui was a little fascinated by what he heard and sighed, “I didn’t know that this is how learning is done. Listening to their arguments, I seem to have grown a little smarter.”

"Yes, now you know what you want to keep him for, right?"

Qin Yuan said jokingly, "I just want to stay in the mansion to talk with you, give you some advice, broaden your horizons, and help you grow your brain."

Gu Jinghui: “…”

Who can understand this feeling of being shot in the face? !

Readers are really...

Time flew by in the midst of verbal sparring. Qin Yuan had already ordered people to serve the food and invited everyone to take a seat.

Mr. Songshan was not polite and sat down with Qin Siyuan and others.

At this moment, they started to compete in poetry.

All because Qin Heng started it: "My brother's poems are all over the Imperial College. I wonder if you are good at poetry?"

Mr. Songshan raised his eyebrows and said, "I'd like to hear the details."

Qin Siyuan waved his hands hurriedly, "It's not necessary. Children like to show off. I am not very knowledgeable and I am not good at poetry. I made you laugh for nothing." Gu Liuye couldn't stand it. "Why are you so modest, brother Siyuan? Hurry up and bring me the poetry collection in my room."

The servant immediately brought a collection of poems.

Mr. Gu Liu raised his chin towards Mr. Songshan.

The servant handed the collection of poems to Mr. Songshan and said, "Sir, this collection also contains poems by our Sixth Master, as well as paintings by Sixth Master. Everyone says they are good."

Mr. Songshan looked at it and smiled, "It's not bad. Some of the sentences are pretty good."

Qin Siyuan smiled and said, "It is a great honor to receive the praise from you, sir."

Mr. Gu Liu was unhappy.

His poems are fine, he knows his own weight, but his brother Siyuan’s poems cannot be evaluated in this way.

"How can it be considered acceptable? Even the two adults said it was very good."

Mr. Songshan said: "Poetry is meant to express ideas. This Mr. Qin has solid knowledge, but lacks dexterity. He is a bit mechanical, but it is not bad."

"Ah?!"

Gu Liuye was usually amiable, but at this moment he could not help himself and scolded, "Tell me the truth, don't just say that other people's poems are artificial without any evidence."

Originally, he wanted to ask the storyteller to write two poems for comparison, but he felt that this was not a good idea, so he didn't say it.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Songshan was not afraid and pointed out several points without hesitation.

"The words used here are not sophisticated enough. The use of objects to express aspirations is a bit far-fetched. And these few sentences are derived from the sentences such as "A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse" and "A raincoat can protect you from the rain and mist throughout your life", etc. But they are not well-translated and still lack some state of mind."

These poems were originally Qin Siyuan's masterpieces.

Now that it has been criticized, I suddenly feel that it is just so-so.

Master Gu Liu: “…”

Qin Yuan couldn't help but want to show off his skills, and said, "What you said is very true, sir. Perhaps we can combine the ancients' words with the opera lyrics that people often hear today to make it more lively."

Mr. Songshan said, "Tell me about it."

Qin Yuan said: "For example, there is a line in The West Chamber, such as "What can we do about the beautiful scenery and the good weather? Whose courtyard is the one that is so enjoyable?" Tao Yuanming has a line, "The courtyard is free of dust and the empty room is full of leisure. After being caged for a long time, I can finally return to nature." In Peach Blossom Spring, there are lines such as "Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, which was hundreds of steps long and had no other trees in it, but the grass was fresh and the fallen petals were colorful." Since ancient times, poetry and prose have used scenery to express the heart. There is a big difference between describing the scenery in detail, describing it in general, and describing it briefly. What's more, the expression of the state of mind is more free. These lines have the beautiful weather, the beautiful scenery, the enjoyable and enjoyable courtyard, and the state of mind of being free and forgetting the world. How can they not be transformed?"

Mr. Songshan thought about it carefully, stopped eating, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Madam, that's a good idea."

Gu Jinghui’s face was full of satisfaction.

Madam Gu also looked proud: "My daughter-in-law is the daughter of the chief priest. She has been studying since she was young and has quite some knowledge."

Gu Liuye asked Qin Siyuan quietly, "Is my third sister-in-law also good at writing poetry?"

Qin Siyuan looked at him as if he were a fool: "Do you think someone who can say such a thing is good at writing poetry? To be honest, I was originally mediocre at writing poetry. My uncle took great pains to teach me, but in the end he said that I lacked the ability to compose poetry. If it weren't for my cousin's guidance, I would still not be able to compose poetry now."

Qin Heng, who was standing nearby, heard that a piece of fish was not held firmly with his chopsticks and fell onto the table.

Mr. Gu Liu looked around in confusion, his mind full of all sorts of thoughts.

Mr. Songshan said at the table: "What you said has given me a lot of insights. I have been traveling for many years and have accumulated a lot of poems. I have written them down in a book. If you don't mind, I would like to ask you for your advice."

(End of this chapter)