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

Chapter 259 Idiot

Cui also poked her head over to look.

The paper was snow-white, neatly printed, and covered with pictures and small images of people and flowers.

She was inevitably a little surprised and asked, "Is this the collection of poems printed by Gu Liuye?"

Qin Jijiu flipped through the book and said, "Yes, this is a new edition. It contains poems by the Minister of Rites and the Academician, as well as paintings by Master Gu Liu. It looks much more delicate and elegant than the previous one."

Cui was even more surprised, "The two adults' poems are also included?"

Isn’t Mr. Gu Liu a fool?

He could actually publish a collection of poems that included the poems of two adults?

Qin Jijiu nodded and said, "Yes, there are also my nephew and Ziqi. Master Gu Liu went to Yuyuantan with them and wrote poems. He then paid for the printing of the poetry collection."

Cui said happily: "This is a good thing. Ziqi and Siyuan's reputation will also rise with it."

After reading through the collection, Qin Jijiu nodded repeatedly, "The poems of these two adults have indeed added a lot of weight, and I think Siyuan's poems this time are really well done. If this collection of poems is distributed, their talents will surely be known to others, which will also be of some benefit to next year's palace examination."

Qin Wan held the poetry collection tightly in her hand until the food was spoiled. She even said with a smile, "Zi Qi and Si Yuan's relationship couldn't have gotten any worse."

The servant thanked him with a smile and went in.

Qin Wan was also very depressed, but you have to admit that Qin Ji was indeed a little inferior to Cui.

Lin Ziqi asked the servant who brought the book, "Was it sent by Shen Peifang or Madam Hou?"

He Xi actually understood that truth, but he couldn't help but argue: "Your son has married into a wealthy family. My family's food and drink all depend on your son's dowry, and you are still so harsh. Can your son still be more restrained?"

After a while, He Xi came and smiled as he stepped out of the door, "Dad, Mom, is there anything wrong?"

Qin Wan said, "That time it was the same. I have already sent someone to invite you."

If it were Cui, she would definitely have a fight with Lin's mother like that.

"The collection of poems about the trip of the son-in-law and Siyuan to Yuyuantan has been printed, but the poems of the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Education have not yet been printed. The Minister has even written a postscript."

The servant said, "They were sent today as well. Both Mr. Qin and Mr. Lin were sent to the Imperial College."

He Xishi said in confusion: "It is unbelievable that a fool like me can write such a poem."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Ji put down his chopsticks and said, "Zi Qi said that I will always remember your bad behavior. I have become successful recently, but I have failed you."

Qin Ji was busy picking up dishes, complaining vaguely: "Oh, don't mention it. Gu Liuye's mother said that you two can only eat meat once every eight days at home, and you have to eat porridge in the morning and evening, and the food has to be cooked according to your taste. I really don't know when Gu Liuye will choose me as an official and let you live a bad life."

He Xixin was in low spirits and asked Qin Wan, "You are not a Lin family member when you marry into the Lin family. How can you buy food without telling your mother-in-law? If you don't spend your own dowry, it will be bad news if it gets out. How did he teach you?"

He Xixin said: "Yes, although the poem written by Qin Jijiu is a bit simple, the logic is sound, the parallelism is neat, and the rhyme is also correct."

Qin Ji was extremely surprised.

Lin Ziqi sighed and said, "Who wouldn't do things that way? Unless Master Gu Liu is successful. If he is successful..."

Both the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law were counting on Mr. Gu Liu to pass the imperial examination and become an official. Without that person, naturally there would be a quarrel.

Qin Jijiu's eyes flickered and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Qin Jijiu?"

Although you have good literary talent, you can still appreciate the pros and cons of poetry.

Qin Ji said, "Next time before we quarrel, Ziqi told you to be patient and not quarrel with my mother over that. Besides, my mother hates it when the neighbors say good things about you. My family is watching. If we quarrel again, you will be embarrassed."

Qin Ji hurriedly took a seat, looked at the dishes under the table, and said with a smile: "You have eaten something bad for a long time, you should eat less."

Lin Ziqi nodded, "Have all the candidates who wrote poems been sent?"

Qin Wan hurriedly handed over the collection of poems.

He Xixin: “…”

The letter Qin Yuan sent exposed Lin Ziqi's hateful intentions and made him feel disgusted, but he couldn't say it out loud.

He Xi Gu refuted and quickly flipped through the pages. As expected, there was no note saying "Gu Jingjun made" under the pictures of the tours, large portraits, and flowers in the appendix.

He Xi said distressedly: "Why are you thinner again?"

I don’t have any headaches when I mention Lin Ziqi.

"How is that possible?"

He Xixin frowned and asked, "Does it mean that in the past, more men were asked to return to their mother's home?"

Lin Ziqi said: "Yes."

Qin Ji flipped through the book again and said in surprise, "That turned out to be a poem written by Qin Jijiu?"

Cui can't control her mouth and will tell Qin Wan.

"It's beautifully made. Take it back and show it to your mother-in-law."

He Xi added: "How can you invite a man to such a happy event?"

The servant said, "Shen Peifang printed the poems for the Eighth Master. As soon as he finalized the new draft, he sent the collection to the Marquis's Mansion and the homes of several of the humble servants."

Qin Wan refused to believe it and didn't know what trouble would arise next.

Cui was overjoyed and said, "Could it be that what my son said is true? Uncle Lin will indeed rise to prominence."

Qin Wan spat, "What a wicked thing to say. If others hear it, what will it look like? He has met Qin Jijiu before, and they are relatives after all. Why is he talking nonsense?"

"Haha," He Xixin laughed warmly.

I chose those days myself.

He Xixin glanced at He Xi, who seemed to have not lost any weight.

Lin Ziqi felt that Shen Peifang was doing a very good job, and said with a smile: "Bad, let him go up and let the long-servant give him the reward money."

Qin Ji ate less, so he asked, "What exactly does mother want to say?"

Lin Ziqi put down the chopsticks in his hand and said helplessly: "In that case, I'll wait for you. But... going back to your mother's house frequently is always a bad thing. Did your mother-in-law make a scene because of that? Why can you learn from Yuan'er?"

Qin Ji took it happily and flipped through it.

Qin Wan asked: "Did he go out to buy food on his own in the past?"

Lin Ziqi said: "Yes, what he said is indeed appropriate. Qin Jijiu not only wrote poems, but also painted pictures."

I feel more and more that Qi Nan'er is an idiot, but that's what I want to say.

He Xixin waved his hand and said, "The food is cold. It's cold today, so let's put it aside and eat it together."

Qin Wan said, "His mother-in-law was not happy when she saw that. She would definitely say something. That poetry collection was printed by He Xixin and was ready to be sold."

The poems written by that uncle in later generations cannot be said to be shit. It is expected that he can still write good poems in this life.

Lin Ziqi decided to keep it in his stomach, but I planned to spend more effort on the future of that son-in-law.

Qin Wan raised the poetry collection in her hand and said, "Wan'er, if you take the poetry collection back, will I, as a mother, still be unhappy?"

Lin Ziqi frowned, but spoke.

Naturally, one's own connections should be used for one's own family.