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

Chapter 324: Catching Fireflies All Night
Qin Heng glanced at Gu Baozhu with resentment and stammered, "I've been busy catching fireflies all night long."

After waiting for a while, Qin Jijiu blew his beard and glared at the poet, saying, "What kind of poem is this? The ancients used fireflies to read at night, but you are busy catching fireflies all night. What are you busy doing?"

Qin Heng said with a stiff face: "The next sentence is for you, Dad, right? Just do whatever I want you to do."

Qin Jijiu was so angry that he wanted to beat Qin Heng.

"Busy beating you little bastard."

Qin Heng, who had been prepared, rushed to Lord Gu who was standing leisurely under the tree and shouted, "Brother-in-law, help me."

Gu Jinghui was standing under a tree, staring at Qin Yuan in a daze. He didn't expect his brother-in-law to rush over. Not far away, his father-in-law caught up with him, shouting, "Useless little bastard."

In a panic, Lord Gu grabbed Qin Heng's belt and threw him upwards. Qin Heng screamed "Aiyah" and was thrown onto the treetop.

After the strange cry, Qin Heng laughed triumphantly again.

Mr. Songshan laughed and said, "No wonder storytellers call out like this, so that the guests can feel as if they are actually there."

Qin Siyuan stamped his feet and called out urgently: "Little brother, be careful, don't fall down and get hurt."

"How could that be? Do you think my third brother is just a decoration?"

Gu Baozhu rolled her eyes.

Qin Siyuan hurriedly waved his hands to explain, "How could it be."

Gu Baozhu snorted, "You are a weak scholar, of course you don't know how powerful my third brother is. He can shoot an arrow through an arrowhead from a hundred steps away, and he is strong enough to lift a tripod. Qin Heng was thrown on a tree by him, and he couldn't hurt a hair on his head."

"Oh," Qin Siyuan replied, staring at the treetops, "I'm just worried about him."

Qin Yuan suppressed her laughter and watched the fun with her hands behind her back.

Lord Gu is a skilled martial artist, so nothing will happen to him. The show of the idiot Qin Heng being thrown on the treetop cannot be easily overlooked.

Qin Jijiu was startled and ran to the tree. He stopped shouting and fighting and just chased after Gu Jinghui and asked, "My dear son-in-law, is this kid okay? Will he fall from the tree?"

Gu Jinghui smiled and said, “No, this tree is not very high, he will fall down slowly by himself. I am watching here, father-in-law, you should go and write poetry. With you here, Brother Heng will not dare to come down.”

Qin Jijiu thought so too, and sighed, saying, "Let this naughty fellow drink the wind up there, and the son-in-law should not care about him, so that he can learn a lesson."

Gu Jinghui sent Qin Jijiu away with a nod.

You can only listen to what your father-in-law says. If anything happens to your brother-in-law, I'm afraid he will also be called a little beast by your father-in-law.

Qin Heng stayed on the tree for a while before slowly sliding down.

When he slid to the ground, the poem was finished and he was safe.

There was a drum beat outside, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and everyone said they were going to disperse.

Mr. Du Songshan was reluctant to give up, saying that he was in the mood to compose poetry and couldn't stop. He also said: "If someone could play the piano and Lord Gu danced with the sword, I could write another 200 poems."

Qin Yuan didn't respond and frowned slightly.

Seeing that Qin Yuan had no intention of continuing, Lord Gu said, "Mr. Songshan will stay in the mansion for a long time, so it won't be difficult to see this."

Qin Heng said: "Come to think of it, I have never seen my brother-in-law dance with a sword."

Gu Baozhu yawned and said, "You can stay in the guest room tonight. You can watch my third brother practice martial arts tomorrow morning. We have swords, knives, spears, and sticks."

Everyone agreed to get up tomorrow morning to watch Lord Gu practice martial arts. Lord Gu: "..."

These people will disturb his good deeds.

Qin Yuan finished washing up. She was so sleepy that she didn't even want to move her fingers. She let Lord Gu carry her to the bed and hold her in his arms.

Lord Gu also asked her: "I propose to print a collection of poems, do you think it's a good idea?"

Fortunately, the weather had gradually turned cooler in the evening, and Qin Yuan didn't feel the heat unbearable. She replied vaguely in his arms: "Okay, even if you didn't say it, I would have mentioned it. In the future, let Mr. Songshan, my father, and Master Nantang make money for us..."

Qin Yuan fell asleep before he could finish his words.

I've been preparing for banquets and entertaining guests these days. I'm so exhausted that I can fall asleep as soon as I touch the pillow.

Lord Gu tapped her nose with both love and hate, "You little heartless girl, you only love money."

On the next morning, Lord Gu got up early for morning exercises, but no one came out to watch him practice martial arts.

After Lord Gu finished practicing the eighteen martial arts, he wiped his sweat and muttered, "Scholars... scholars... no matter how knowledgeable they are, they are all untrustworthy people."

When he returned to the house, he saw that his wife was still asleep. After washing up, Lord Gu didn't know what to do and didn't want to do anything. He had to go to bed again, hugged his wife and took a nap.

When Qin Yuan stood up, she was surprised to see Lord Gu still sleeping in bed.

"Why is my husband still sleeping today?"

Gu Jinghui opened his eyes hazily and said, "I've come back from martial arts training, and I'm still a little tired, so I might as well take a nap."

Qin Yuan urged him, "Let's invite father and the others to have breakfast, and then send them off."

Gu Jinghui asked: "Why don't you stay a little longer?"

Qin Yuan said, "It's just a few streets away. If you want to see me, you can just ride a horse. Do you want to keep my father to ask you about your homework?"

"That won't work. I have some free time these two days, so I have to listen to Mr. Songshan's lectures."

Gu Jinghui immediately thought of Qin Jijiu's long list of books last night, and even his sleepiness disappeared.

The two of them got up and went to the front hall to wait for the Qin family to have dinner together. Just as they sat down, they saw Master Gu Liu walked in with dark circles under his eyes.

Qin Yuan was surprised and asked, "Sixth brother, did you not sleep last night?"

Master Gu Liu said listlessly: "Yes."

"What did you do? The dark circles under your eyes have fallen to your cheekbones!" Lord Gu decided to fulfill Lord Gu Liu's wish and show his care for his elders. He tried to slow down his tone and said, "It's okay if you're like this on normal days, but now that we have guests at home, you're so tired. What a shame. You've been weak since you were a child. You need to pay more attention to yourself. Even a healthy body can't withstand such exhaustion."

Gu Liuye was frightened. He wanted to say something but didn't say anything. After a while, he said, "I was thinking about a poem last night. I saw that everyone else's poems were very good, and I was thinking about how to match them with pictures. I couldn't sleep because of thinking, so I got up and painted for a while. I painted until dawn."

Qin Yuan said: "Sixth brother is wasting his energy and spirit like this. If Xiaodong knew, wouldn't he be sad? Learning is an endless task and it cannot be achieved in one day."

Master Gu Liu nodded and said, "Third sister-in-law is right. This will not happen again."

Lord Gu thought to himself, why didn't he say what I said, and only listened to his third sister-in-law.

How strange.

As he was muttering, all the members of the Qin family came in, and Mr. Songshan came uninvited. Several people commented on yesterday's poems, and it was unanimously agreed that Mr. Songshan's poems were the most magnificent, Qin Yuan's poems were smart, graceful and majestic, Qin Siyuan's poems were powerful, Qin Jijiu's poems were heavy, and Mr. Gu Liu's poems were still at the bottom, but they were easy to understand.

When talking about printing poetry collections, Mr. Songshan asked, "How was the sales of the last poetry collection? Can these poems of ours be sold? Should we polish them a little more? And if there are any good poems in the next two days, how about recording them directly?"