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

Chapter 417 I am a primary school student
Yelu Guzha's pupils trembled violently, it was obvious that Gu Jinghui's move was beyond his expectations.

Gu Jinghui stood there leisurely with his hands behind his back and his legs slightly apart, waiting for him to give an answer in public.

But how do you say this?
The hostage of the Yelu clan signed a life-and-death agreement with a group of young women, but the reason could not be made public.

If he were to tell it out, I'm afraid all the scholars in the Daxing Dynasty would criticize him.

Scholars have always been noble and have a good reputation. Even dirty things like corruption can be given many elegant names. Their curses will last for years and will be varied, which is very detrimental to his plan to buy off the court officials.

Yelu Guzha felt like he was being roasted on a fire at this moment.

A special torment.

“How come Gu Jinghui, a warrior, is also trying to play tricks on a scholar?”

He was very confused.

Outside the arena, Qin Siyuan suddenly raised his arm and shouted, "Yes, why did the Yelu hostage make a life-and-death agreement with the ladies who came to watch the poetry contest? We came here after hearing the news, but we don't know the reason. I dare to ask if the Yelu hostage can tell us something in public so that we, the spectators, can know the reason."

Qin Heng hurriedly followed and shouted, "If there is nothing shameful, then you would not be afraid to tell everyone. Yelu hostage, you tell us what is going on, and let us all judge for ourselves."

The students of the Imperial College naturally wanted to help their own people, and they all agreed: "Yes, yes, tell me why."

The Yelu clan said, "You guys can't stand losing. Why don't you continue playing ball so late? Instead, you are still talking about irrelevant things. If you don't want to play or don't dare to play, just say so."

Listening to the heated debate outside the venue, Lord Gu challenged in a low voice: "What? You don't dare to say it? You dare to do anything, why don't you dare to say it? Are you afraid that you will be too embarrassed to continue fighting after you say it?"

Lord Gu's words subtly teased Yelu Guzha's defenses, making him lose his composure. Yelu Guzha shouted, "The people of Daxing are fickle. It would be fine if they didn't want to compete, but aren't they afraid of death and defeat? Let me put it bluntly. We, the Yelu clan, have already been defeated by Marquis Dingbei. Do you still dare to displease Marquis Dingbei?"

The voice just fell.

There was an immediate booing from both sides of the field.

Qin Siyuan shouted, "Are you so guilty? Did the proton deliberately trick the ladies into signing the death warrant? Now that everyone is here, no one can lie, so why don't you dare to say it? Isn't the proton afraid that even if he wins, people will stab him in the back?"

Qin Heng chimed in, "Yes, yes. We have an old saying in Daxing, 'If you have done nothing wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door.' I just asked you to explain why the two sides had a grudge and signed a life-and-death agreement, but you dare not say it. It seems that there is something fishy. We are all Daxing people, and we can't just watch our Daxing people being bullied by the Yelu family!"

The guards immediately followed suit and shouted, "Yes, let's be clear, we can't just watch our own people get bullied!"

The situation gradually got out of control.

Yelu Guzha forced a smile and said, "Since Marquis Dingbei is worried about his sister and doesn't want to compete, we won't bother with this. We won't compete, and this life and death agreement... will be void."

As he said this, he was about to tear up the life and death certificate in his hand.

Gu Jinghui said: “How can we tear it up? The life and death agreement has been signed, and the competition hasn’t been completed yet, right?”

With a slight flick of his finger, a thin needle flew out and hit Yelu Guzha's wrist.

I suddenly felt my wrist go numb and painful, so much so that my five fingers couldn't hold the thin paper.

Yelu Guzha watched the paper gently fall and land between Gu Jinghui's strong and slender fingers. "Since you don't want to keep it, it's better for me to do it."

Lord Gu chuckled, withdrew his hand, and waved the contract in front of him.

Yelu Guzha's face turned pale, and the look he gave towards Lord Gu was filled with fear, shame and anger.

Lord Gu raised his arm above his head, shook the contract in his hand, and said loudly: "You can all bear witness that Yelu Guzha has handed the contract to me. The contract has not been broken, and the game will naturally have a result. The contract that concerns the lives of so many people is in my custody, and I will ask for the whole story clearly."

Everyone said, "Yes, Marquis Dingbei is right. We all want to know the truth."

Yelu Guzha was sweating profusely, wetting the front of his clothes.

This robe looked a bit out of place on him.

Now it looks even shabbier.

Yelu Guzha managed to calm down, opened his hands and raised them high, signaling everyone to be quiet.

But no one in Daxing listened to him.

Gu Jinghui suddenly whistled, the sound resounding through the sky, like tearing silk.

Everyone then became quiet.

Yelu Guzha looked at Lord Gu with gratitude and said loudly, "The dispute over this matter arose because the Yelu clan members read the poems in the poetry contest and felt that they were not as lively and melodious as the folk songs of our Yelu clan. Therefore, they had a dispute with Miss Seven of Dingbei Marquis's Mansion and several other noble ladies. The two sides had heated words at the time and neither of them would give in. So in a moment of anger, they agreed to compare the winners and losers in a polo match and signed a life-and-death agreement. If you feel it is inappropriate, this contract can be annulled."

He has figured out how to avoid the important issues.

Gu Baozhu couldn't hold back any longer and tried to reason with him: "That's not what you said at the time. You said that people in the Central Plains like to make things with five or seven words, but what can a few words do? We say that the ancient saints and wise men were all like this..."

Before he finished speaking, the little daughter of the Minister of Personnel next to him covered his mouth and said, "Let me add a few words: This Yelu Zhizi said that the poems posted on the poetry wall to defend the challenge are worthless. He also said that Qin Juren's poems are so bad that he is not even worthy of carrying his shoes. I'm afraid that Nantang Gongzi and Songshan will kneel down and beg to be his disciples when they see him. Qin Jijiu's poems..."

Considering all the students, the daughter of the Minister of Personnel paused and said, "His arrogance is really unbearable. I have studied for a few years, know a few words, and have a basic understanding of the quality of poetry. So please don't make up your mind. If you have such great talent, why don't you write a few poems to compete with him?"

Everyone booed when they heard this.

These days, when everyone has free time, they will go to take a look at the poetry wall.

Among so many poems, it has long been a consensus that the poems of Mr. Songshan and Mr. Nantang are the best.

And Qin Jijiu has always been respected by students...

Someone mocked, "I didn't understand what it meant to be a monkey in human clothing before I studied, but now I understand. When a barbarian wears a long robe, he thinks he is the reincarnation of the poet saint, isn't that right?"

Some were even more direct, cursing: "You can't win the war, but you're not afraid of blowing up the bull when you brag."

Qin Heng rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Everyone, I am a primary school student in the outer dormitory. I have just learned to write poetry. I just wrote a doggerel poem on a whim called "Satire Yelu Hostage"."