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

Chapter 323 Qin Jijiu's Book List
The so-called "small" means nothing more than being obedient and humble.

His little wife always makes sense in what she says and does, so it's okay for her to obey her in everything.

If there is something that you really cannot agree to, just agree to it first and then work it out slowly later.

The wooden and stubborn Gu Jinghui unknowingly realized the true meaning of how to serve his superiors.

It turns out that the difference between being enlightened or not in life lies in whether or not one has a wife.

Hearing this, Qin Siyuan couldn't help but feel closer to his brother-in-law, and responded with a smile: "The word Nantang is very good. If this sister is Nantang, she really lives up to her name."

Qin Yuan laughed and said, "Brother is making fun of me too."

Mr. Gu Liu was extremely envious, and secretly thought that he would read all the poetry books tomorrow to find a good name for himself, and use this name to write poems and paint in the future, which would be very elegant.

Lord Gu laughed and said, "I suddenly had an idea, but I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

Qin Jijiu said, "Just tell me what you want to say, my dear son-in-law."

The Lord Chief Academician is now becoming more and more satisfied with Lord Gu as his son-in-law.

Gu Jinghui cleared his throat and said, “Today’s event is an elegant one. I heard that fireflies are also known as poetry insects. You all have excellent poetic talent. When you see the beautiful scenery, every word is naturally pearls. Since you published a collection of poems when you visited Yuyuantan last time, wouldn’t it be great if you also published a collection of the poems you wrote today?”

Master Gu Liu immediately clapped his hands and said, "Excellent, excellent. The poet today is much better than last time."

Qin Jijiu immediately said, "Well, you can't say that. The last collection of poems included the excellent works of the Shangshu Lord and the Xuezheng Lord."

Qin Siyuan smiled and said, "Sixth Master also made an unintentional mistake."

Qin Jijiu said solemnly: "As the saying goes, walls have ears. We must be careful in everything we do. You will know when you become an official. A careless word can cause trouble. We are not celebrities like Mr. Songshan. Celebrities can do whatever they want without breaking the rules, and others will praise them for their true nature and elegance."

Mr. Songshan laughed and said, "Master Jijiu is educating his sons and nephews, and he even takes me, a storyteller, with him."

Qin Jijiu said: "Brother, you are a great talent, hiding in the theater and becoming a storyteller. There must be a deep meaning. I dare not guess, but how can we ordinary people do what you do?"

Qin Yuan smiled and tried to smooth things over, "Dad, I just said one sentence, but you made a lot of noise. It was originally a poem or a lyric, but it turned into an eight-part essay when it came to you."

Qin Jijiu pretended to hit his daughter.

Everyone laughed.

Master Gu Liu sighed, "I really envy my brother Siyuan, who has the guidance of his elders and is very considerate in his conduct."

Lord Gu thought to himself that he was too negligent in disciplining his sixth brother. Turning his head, he saw Qin Yuan beside him laughing with his sleeve covering his mouth.

Lord Gu asked in a low voice: "What are you laughing at?"

Qin Yuan signaled with her eyes.

Then I heard Qin Jijiu say seriously: "My dear nephew, after reading the collection of poems about Yuyuantan last time, I drew up a list of books, but I was worried that you would think I was pedantic and nosy, so I never showed it to you. I heard from Siyuan that you are very motivated and eager to learn. You read books and practice painting whenever you have time. I will give it to you today. If you finish reading according to this list, your knowledge will be more solid."

Lord Gu's eyes twitched involuntarily: "..."

It has been so long, but I haven’t read much of his "Spring and Autumn Annals".

Mr. Gu Liu, who was unaware of his own power, took the list of books gratefully. After opening it and reading it, gratitude instantly froze on his face.

The list was ridiculously long, and the titles were densely written in tiny calligraphy, which made me give up. Qin Jijiu also said, "The effort is not in poetry. If my nephew wants to write good poetry, he needs to put more effort in reading."

Mr. Songshan stretched his neck to look closer and sighed, "No wonder your nephew can't write good poems if you teach him to write poems like this."

He already looked like a crane, and after stretching like this, he looked even more like one.

Qin Jijiu asked back: "It has been taught this way since ancient times. I was also taught this way by the great Confucian scholars. Does Mr. Songshan have any insights?"

Mr. Songshan said bluntly, "You don't have a good idea. I heard that the maids in Zheng Xuan's family during the Three Kingdoms period were all elegant and good at poetry, especially the Mao Shi. Is it possible for a maid to read so many books? Your daughter can tell your nephew, but you can't do anything. It shows that reading alone is not enough. But Sixth Master does need to read more books, otherwise you won't know where others are quoting from the classics."

After these words were spoken, Mr. Gu Liu and Qin Jijiu's faces turned red.

Qin Yuan stopped laughing and continued, "My father's talent is not in poetry. My cousin has enough knowledge, but he lacks a little ingenuity. After all, a nine-story tower is built by piling up earth. If it were my younger brother Heng, he would not be able to do anything."

Mr. Songshan said, "That's exactly the point. Let's go. If we continue talking, it will be dawn."

He was originally a storyteller, but no one here just regarded him as a storyteller.

Before he finished speaking, Qin Jijiu responded, "Yes, we have to publish it in the future, so we can't do it too badly and lose face for our son-in-law."

Mr. Songshan and Qin Jijiu discussed academic matters along the way and came to the largest pond in the marquis's mansion. There were weeping willows planted on the bank, with long willow branches hanging down. A waning moon was floating in the clouds at the top of the branches. The reflection of the lotus leaves on the water surface was picturesque.

Dots of fluorescent light danced among the willow branches. Qin Yuan looked back at the tree, which seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, like a dream.

"The moon is bright, and the people are beautiful."

Master Gu Liu murmured in admiration, wishing he could immediately pick up his brush and paint a picture of the beauty under the moon.

A small boat emerged from the depths of the lotus leaves.

Qin Heng and his friends had been catching fireflies for half the night and were already tired.

Kang Ge'er and Fu Ge'er lay in the boat, not wanting to move. Only Gu Baozhu was still not satisfied. She shook the lotus leaves, stirring up more fireflies, and laughed, "You guys write poems, and I'll help you."

Qin Heng squatted beside the boat and let go of the big bag in his hand. Dense swarms of fireflies swarmed out, and the beautiful scene suddenly became noisy.

Qin Siyuan looked at the people on the boat in surprise and said with a smile: "I do have a poem."

Gu Liuye asked hurriedly, "No limit on rhyme, no limit on topic?"

Mr. Songshan shook his head: "No, if we limit it to this, there will be no good poems."

Qin Yuan looked at Lord Gu who was leisurely sitting under the tree, and said with a frown, "I have one too."

Someone had already arranged the pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and everyone picked up their pens and started writing on the paper.

After a while, he wrote a stack of paper.

Mr. Pian Songshan said jokingly, "Why don't we find someone to start it, whether it's five-character or seven-character, and everyone will try to write a couplet to see what kind of poem they can come up with."

Gu Baozhu wanted to see what kind of person Qin Siyuan was, so she jumped ashore and followed Qin Heng and Qin Siyuan to get close to him. After hearing this, she immediately poked Qin Heng and said, "Why don't you start? Everyone else has written a poem, but you haven't."

Qin Jijiu thought that although his youngest son's poetry talent was not very good, he seemed to be better than Master Gu Liu, so he said, "You are right. You have been playing for a long time. Let your father see if you have made any progress in your studies recently."