Gu Shiliu waited until midnight, but finally couldn't resist going back to change his clothes and take a bath.

The others stayed there to guard the place, but no one came to collect it all night.

Gu Shiliu woke up in the early morning, thinking he could catch a big fish, but was disappointed. He went there himself and dug up the pit again, only to find that the oil paper package buried inside had changed. When he opened it, it was still a note, but the words written on it had changed. It was still a useless sentence.

Gu Shiliu: "..."

That's when things got strange.

Gu Shiliu poked the wall outwards with his hand, and to his surprise, a spot was loose. He used a little more force and pushed a brick a bit.

At this time, everyone was busy preparing breakfast, and there were few people on the street, let alone in the alley next to the Duke of Dingguo's mansion.

Gu Shiliu jumped over the wall and took a closer look. He found that the bricks in the wall were loose, but not obviously.

"Sigh..."

Gu Shiliu hurriedly jumped back, thinking to himself, "This is really impressive. Right under our noses, they actually did such a thing and it actually worked."

Pan Xiqing pointed to the markings under the secret report and showed them to Cuiming. He said with some difficulty, "There were no new withdrawals yesterday, and no new confessions with signatures. I know we need to make changes."

Seeing this, Qin Yuan came over, opened the inkstone lid, and ground ink for me.

Pan Xi pretended not to hear, turned over, and continued to sleep.

At most, he could be like the eighth brother, showing off his literary knowledge and saying a few cheesy words to please his first wife.

Gu Shiliu chuckled and flicked his finger, giving him a quick flick on the forehead.

Without the maidservant by his side, Pan Xiqing shamelessly went to bother Cuiming, and went to the desk to look at the memorial you wrote yesterday.

Lord Gu waved his hand and said, "Let him go and help the lady get up and wash. You wait for him and go to the servants' quarters for breakfast. If there's nothing else, just say so."

That must be the trouble of not having a loving wife at home.

Lord Gu's ears turned red, his face stiffened, and he stammered, "So you'll go catch fireflies again later? Do you remember when we were young, you would catch fireflies and put them in a brocade pouch, hanging it outside the tent?"

Qin Yuan thought for a moment and then went inside to call a head maid to serve her.

Cui Ming: "..."

Cui Ming woke up half an hour later than usual. In her drowsy state, she heard Gu Jinghui calling her again, "Yuan'er, it's time to get up."

Gu Shiliu ordered someone to stand guard beside him while he went to the outer study to find Lord Gu.

Cuiming followed Pan Xiqing out of Wutong Garden. As they walked down the road, Lord Gu spoke, and you naturally kept quiet.

I glanced at Cuiming without any concern, only to see that you didn't even furrow your brow, quickly skimming through the confession and saying, "Just change a few words."

That was originally an excuse, but to Lord Gu, it sounded like the first wife had made the decision.

Lord Gu was secretly pleased, having heard everything Cui Ming had said, and immediately grabbed Cui Ming's hand tightly.

Seeing such a handsome young man early in the morning, even the slightest morning grumpiness disappears.

Red leaves drooped down, concealing the downturned corners of her mouth.

Only those who have never been married can understand, Gu Jinghui thought. If Shiba were here, he would definitely tell me.

Another secret report had some new content added before yesterday's interrogation, so Lord Gu circled a certain place, intending to tell Cuiming to revise it later.

Lord Gu quickly gathered his thoughts, glanced at the hourglass, and said, "Let's go now."

After all, Qin Siyuan, Lin Ziqi, and others could write poetry, but I could only recite other people's poems.

...

Upon seeing your words, Pan Xiqing's ears turned slightly red, his fingers curled up, and he thought to himself, "It seems that what General Jin's precious book says is useless once you see it."

Lord Gu suddenly stopped and said to Cuiming, “Sitting alone outside the secluded bamboo grove, I play the zither and then let out a long sigh. People in the deep forest know that I am here, and the bright moon comes to shine on me. Yesterday, I heard my eighth brother recite this poem, and I suddenly remembered that you two came here to listen to the insects tonight. In those days when we were suffering from smallpox, we had such leisure.”

Pan Xi raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me show you."

Cuiming took two steps, stood behind the table, picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, added and deleted a few places, and when she read it again, it was the same as the meaning in the later part.

Lord Gu then took it out from his sleeve and handed it to Cuiming.

Qin Yuan remained expressionless, seemingly having heard everything, but Hongye knew that you must have laughed too.

When unfolded, there were no bloodstains underneath.

The densely packed, large characters, written in a concise and precise style, clearly and subtly conveyed the difficulties faced by the Marquis's household, the intentions behind their decisions, their measures, and their suggestions.

By the time Pan Xi finished, Lord Gu's memorial had already been copied and damaged. He only needed to take it back and paste it under the original memorial before submitting it to the emperor.

When we get back, we can stay in the main room a little longer.

Then he felt a pang of regret, realizing that if he had read fewer books, his ability to praise others would have been so limited.

Cui Ming said, "That's bad, let's talk about it when we're too busy."

Lord Gu was filled with mixed emotions when Cui Ming reached out and took my hand, smiling as she said, "I should thank my husband for bringing you here to listen to the insects. There's not much scenery in the mansion. Every day when you come back from seeing patients with your master and senior brother, it's already quite late. The fireflies flying around in all directions are rather uninteresting."

Cui Ming also stopped to listen. You really never thought that one day you would be able to hear Gu Jinghui recite poetry.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jinghui was not in the outer study. After practicing martial arts, he went to Wutong Garden, saying that he wanted to have breakfast with his wife in the main room.

Lord Gu couldn't help but praise, "Exquisite, truly exquisite."

No one spoke outside the room. Cuiming quickly woke up and had to get up to wash. Lord Gu sat at the table, and there was no carved nanmu screen between him and the canopy bed, so they were both disturbing each other.

Lord Gu admired it in his heart. Since he had something to do, he spread out a piece of paper on Pan Xi's desk and prepared to copy it.

Although I felt I was nearing thirty and it was pointless to catch fireflies with my first wife... but since she disliked it, I had no choice but to risk my life to accompany her and do as she pleased.

The servant boy guarding the study imitated Lord Gu's words about him: "He went off to run wild somewhere early in the morning on the 16th. When he comes back, he should go to the main room to look for me."

Then Qin Yuan came back, carrying a glass of cold water, and placed it under the shelf. She said in a serious voice, "My lord, the lady was tired from writing memorials last night, so I'm afraid she will need to sleep less."

The morning light shone through the green window curtains, illuminating my fair face. The light and shadow blurred my flat and steep profile. Although my sharp eyebrows and jawline didn't give off a rebellious vibe, my demeanor was elegant and graceful, and I exuded an indescribable charm and unrestrained elegance.

Hongye and Qin Yuan followed quietly to the bamboo forest.

Lord Gu quickly made way for Cuiming to sit down.

Cuiming turned her head and asked, "Should we go to the lower rooms now, or confiscate the items first?"

Although it's a poem by Wang Wei, it's still poetry.

Then Lord Gu was no longer worried that Pan Xi would think he was just imitating someone else.

Cuiming reached out, took the memorial transcribed by Lord Gu, and looked at it. She said, "My husband is distracted, but it is very neat. Are there any mistakes or stains? I will have someone present it to him later."