The weather in June is getting hot, but fortunately there was a heavy rain last night, which knocked down countless newly bloomed flowers from the branches. The stamens fell to the ground and the pink petals scattered. The air after the rain was clean and fragrant, which made people feel comfortable early in the morning.
Qin Sang raised his hands high and rolled up the bamboo curtains. He turned around and smiled gently, "Before the sun comes up, let's get some fresh air in the house so it doesn't get so stuffy inside."
A little girl was standing there holding a wet little bamboo basket. On the table were various small fruit plates, made of white porcelain, pastel, crystal, star anise, and sunflower petals. They were dazzling and beautiful.
Xiao Tao gathered her sleeves and placed the various fruits, still covered with water droplets, on the plate one by one. She looked up and grinned, "The rain last night was really scary. It was like the lashing of a whip. I felt a tremor in my heart just listening to the sound of water hitting the ground."
Ruomei had a beautiful face, and upon hearing this, she frowned slightly: "No matter how scary he is, he's not as scary as the Master. I... have never seen the Master lose his temper like this, it's terrifying."
"You deserve it!" Luzhi stepped in from outside, put down the tea tray in her hand, and walked to the table in three or two steps to get some water to drink.
Qin Sang glanced at her and said with a smile, "Madam, have you finished your meal? Oh, don't be so impatient. Drink slowly. Who is trying to snatch it from you?"
Luzhi put down her water cup, still not feeling full, so she poured herself another large bowl and drank. "This morning, the fried quail eggs with salt and pepper on Madam's table were delicious. Madam gave me a treat, and I couldn't stop myself from eating a few more. They were so salty... Tsk tsk, I held it in until Sister Cuiwei and Danju came back, and then I dared to come out."
"You deserve it." Xiao Tao glared at her. "I told you to eat all the food yourself, and you didn't even share any with us."
Luzhi put down her tea bowl, put her hands on her hips, and glared back: "Madam invited the eldest sister to dinner this morning. I saw that she ate quite a lot. Even if I didn't eat, I couldn't leave any for you."
"Alright, alright. Why are you arguing over a few quail eggs? Madam doesn't need you to eat and drink well every day." Ruo Mei waved her hand and then asked in a low voice, "Tell me, both of you, last night you were ordered by Madam to deliver food to the master. What happened there? When I got there, I saw Wu'er being dragged away. He was covered in blood. It was really creepy."
Luzhi wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, looked out the window and the door, walked inside and sat down, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing unusual. Last night, when the lady from Kouxiangyuan saw that the master didn't even come here, she went into the study and didn't come out at night, so she got upset and sent someone to the study with a food box to 'care' for the master. Xiao Shunzi stopped her from letting Wu'er in, so she deliberately raised her voice in a coquettish voice so that the master inside could hear her, but who knew..."
She covered her mouth and smiled. "Who knew that I would get so angry that the master got me so angry that he ordered a fork to be used and had me thirtiethly lashed with a board on the spot. Humph, you deserved it!"
"So that's how it is. It's all your own fault, no one else's fault." A trace of contempt crossed Ruo Mei's face as she said disdainfully, "Those two people around Madam Gong, relying on their better looks, dress up in all sorts of bright colors and come here all day long, peeking in and out, hoping the master will see them. They have no self-respect or self-love."
Qin Sang and Luzhi looked at each other and smiled secretly: Although this person is a little arrogant and narcissistic, and her words often have a sour taste, which makes people annoying, she is still clean-hearted. Whenever Gu Tingye is around, she either hides in the back room and doesn't come out, or stays somewhere else for the time being and doesn't come back, trying not to show up in front of the male master.
"The master has always had a bad temper, but he only restrains himself in front of the lady. Last night, the master threw a cup of hot tea, splashing a lot of hot water and breaking porcelain. Xiao Shunzi and the guards in the outer courtyard didn't dare to move." Xiao Tao said casually.
After placing the last fruit plate, she took some freshly washed emerald green branches and leaves from the side, carefully breaking off a few small bunches and slowly dotting the tender fruits with them. She said, "Otherwise, why do you think Lingding Pavilion is so docile? I heard that she originally brought four maids with her, for no apparent reason. One was beaten to death on the spot, another was beaten half to death and died within a few days. Miss Fengxian was so frightened that she fell ill and was unable to get out of bed for several months... Okay, Chunya, throw these out, and bring us the baskets that are hanging outside."
She clapped her hands, straightened up, gathered up the scattered fruit leaves and handed them to the little girl. The little girl was only about ten years old, with a round face, and she responded obediently and went out.
The person who spoke was completely unaware, but the person who listened was trembling inwardly. The maids in the room were horrified and speechless for a long time. After a long while, Luzhi exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier! Last night, the master didn't come back for a long time, and that stubborn Caihuan was always worried about him, saying that she wanted to go and see 'how the master is doing' on behalf of the lady."
Xiao Tao was stunned: "...You didn't ask me?" Although she liked to ask questions, she was never talkative. Minglan was her only listener.
To become a qualified gossip girl, one must not only have an honest and simple appearance, but also be careful with one's words at all times. In this way, no matter who spills the gossip, they can rest assured that it will never be spread.
As they were talking, Chunya came back, carrying two black gauze baskets woven from purple bamboo on her little arms. Xiaotao then opened the layers of the baskets and put the prepared fruit plates into them.
"...I should have let her go earlier. I had to stop her so tired." Luzhi was still angry.
Qin Sang couldn't help but say, "Don't be nosy. If you keep thinking about it and cause trouble, be careful or Sister Cuiwei will spank you again!"
Luzhi thought of the past, stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.
Ruomei sighed: "It's better not to be so clever. The master comes from a military background, so he is not as kind and gentle as the scholar. Fortunately, the lady is liked by the master, otherwise..." She looked melancholy, half leaning on her elbow, as sad as Xishi washing her silk.
Luzhi and Qin Sang looked at each other and pouted again.
After hearing this, Xiao Chunya looked up and said innocently, "Master's temper has improved a lot. I heard that before Madam came in, a girl from the inner courtyard mistakenly walked into the outer study. Master didn't say a word and had her taken away immediately."
Everyone was listening intently and asked hurriedly, "What happened next?"
"Later...then it disappeared." Chunya closed the lid of the basket, staring blankly at something that didn't make sense.
Everyone was furious: "How could he be gone? What happened to that person?"
How could one gossip like that, leaving it unfinished? Luzhi's finger was almost poking her forehead, and Chunya cried out, "I don't know. That sister never showed up again."
The girls looked at each other, feeling that this sentence was filled with the horror of the unknown, even more frightening than punishments such as being beaten with a stick or sold. The room was silent for a long time before Luzhi finally remembered something and stared at Chunya, saying, "How did you know this?"
Chunya looked innocent and said smoothly, "I heard it from Brother Xiao Shunzi, Young Master Gongsun, Guard Xie, and Second Master Tu."
Luzhi fainted, Ruomei opened her mouth wide, and Qin Sang was both amused and annoyed. He pointed at Xiaotao and Chunya and said, "It's true that bad company breeds badness. You've learned her ways by following her every day. Hurry and leave this bitch. Come and follow me."
Xiao Chunya immediately hugged Xiao Tao's arm and said sweetly, "Thank you, Sister Qinsang, but I can't bear to leave Sister Xiao Tao. She treats me very well and saved all the good food and clothes and gave them all to my mother and sister."
Xiao Tao smiled and embraced Xiao Chunya: "How can you be so straightforward, kid? No matter how good I am, I can't say it so bluntly. I should be more humble."
The girls shook and were stunned for a moment.
The maid was ignorant and laughing happily, but Minglan was not so lucky. At this moment, she was suffering from a splitting headache.
After returning from the Marquis' Mansion yesterday, Gu Tingye locked himself in the study without saying a word. He did not even go back to his room for dinner. He only invited Gongsun Baishi to discuss things for a while.
Apart from asking people to bring food and tea and showing some concern, Minglan never went there.
As a mature man with a strong will, Gu Tingye should be thinking about the problem at this moment, rather than feeling sad and sentimental. What he needs is calm thinking, not the comfort of a nanny.
He chose to go to the outer study instead of the inner study, which expressed his meaning very subtly.
Minglan waited quietly in the room, sitting facing the candlelight until midnight, and fell asleep only when she could no longer hold on.
Unexpectedly, I woke up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat on my forehead. When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black, and I saw a tall figure shrouded in shadows sitting by the window. A pair of shining eyes looked at me without blinking, with a cold and deep gaze.
Minglan was half awake with fright.
The man did nothing but stare at her face. Outside, the rain suddenly got heavier, hitting the ground violently and violently, each time seeming to hit her heart. Minglan felt even more uneasy and curled up involuntarily.
He knew that he had woken her up, so he held her in his arms with both hands and feet. Not knowing how to comfort her, he rocked Minglan like a wet nurse rocking a baby to sleep. His posture was extremely unprofessional, but it was very effective. Minglan asked him a few mumbled questions, but he didn't answer. He just rocked her more vigorously. She was so sleepy that she fell asleep again.
That night she slept in a very restless state. It was natural for her to have a headache in the morning. When she woke up, her pillow was empty. On the low couch beside the bed were the clothes she had changed yesterday. They were a double-sided thin silk robe with dark patterns of pine and rock embroidery made of Su silk. The shiny embroidery thread seemed to flicker faintly. He had just thrown them there casually.
None of the Sheng family's children dared to do so. Sheng Hong was determined to pass on poetry and books to his family, and always taught his children to cultivate themselves and reflect on themselves. No matter how tired they were, they were not to throw things around. In addition, with Changbai as a standard role model, the effect was even better.
But this man was born with the temperament of a rich young master. When he was young, he lived a life of luxury and was arrogant and willful. When he was wandering around the world, he was left unattended. After he joined the army, he was served from head to toe.
Minglan secretly resolved that she would never let her children learn from their father in the future. Suddenly she realized her own thoughts and couldn't help laughing.
While dressing in front of the mirror, Minglan asked Cuiwei to give three Buddhist scriptures to Gong Hongxiao, telling her not to come to pay her respects for the next few days, but to stay in the house and copy the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times each, so as to refrain from "lax discipline".
"Can we go into the master's study at will?" Cuiwei said, her face frost-covered as she obeyed the order. "There are so many important things in there. Even beating that girl to death on the spot would be excessive! It's time for the concubine to take charge of it."
In the third section of the training course for the mistress of the main house, "How to maintain strict authority in front of concubines and servants," Old Lady Sheng said: Never show your emotions in front of them, be concise when praising, and try not to scold them yourself. Let the respectable daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law do the talking. You just need to sit back and be clear about rewards and punishments.
——Minglan made a concise summary and took notes very studiously.
When Qiuniang brought Rongjie'er to pay her respects, Minglan saw that she was a little nervous, so she rewarded her with two strings of newly acquired red musk beads and a high-quality palace fan that the palace had just given her. It was made in the imperial workshop, so even though it was an ordinary item, it was extremely exquisite and beautiful. Qiuniang immediately broke into a smile, bowed repeatedly, and thanked her repeatedly.
Rong Jie'er was still young and didn't care about these things. But when Danju led the two maids into the side room to set breakfast, the fragrance wafted over, and she tilted her head to glance at it for a few more times. Minglan casually asked her to stay for dinner, and she actually responded in a low voice. Qiu Niang had to go back first.
Not only that, the little girl also devoured two bowls of mung bean and white fungus porridge, half a plate of crispy salted quail eggs, and another large piece of golden thread jujube paste cake with a great appetite. Minglan was slightly stunned as she held the rice bowl.
A young lady shouldn't eat like such a glutton, but Minglan saw that she was just a skeleton and hadn't put on much flesh yet, so she put it aside for now. Back then, Old Madam Sheng had put in so much effort to make herself plump and plump, with a rosy complexion. I imagine that the reserved and refined old lady must have been patient with her eating habits.
After clearing the table, Minglan felt that Rong Jie'er had eaten too much, so she tested her on a few words, demonstrated her pen-holding posture briefly, and then asked Xiaotao to take her for a walk in the garden before sending her back.
Minglan looked at Rong Jie'er's back as she left, her eyes full of thought - should she move Gong Hongxiao out of Kouxiangyuan?
I didn't sleep well last night, and now I have to think about this kind of problem. My headache comes back again.
Minglan leaned back on the Xiangfei couch, a lush bamboo mat, and read in the windowlight, wanting to catch up on some sleep. Suddenly, she caught sight of a needlework basket nearby. She sighed and pulled out a half-finished baby bellyband. Though she was incredibly lazy, knowing Rulan was pregnant, she felt compelled to do something. Rulan was so familiar with her embroidery that it wouldn't be easy to find someone to cheat and do her work for her.
Perhaps because she hadn't worked for a long time, her fingers were quite clumsy. It took her almost an hour to embroider the outline of a clump of interlocking green bamboos. While yawning, she took out three colors of silk threads from the basket: emerald green, lake green and dark green.
At this moment, a figure flashed by the window, and Gu Tingye opened the curtain himself and strode in.
Minglan was startled, thinking that she had... and hurried to check the clepsydra, but it was just past the first quarter of the Si hour.
"Why are you back so early today?" Minglan smiled and started to get up.
Gu Tingye quickly stepped forward and pushed Minglan back onto the couch. "You didn't sleep well last night, why are you sewing? And you still don't thank me." Then he sat down beside the couch and said, "I came back to change clothes on my way back. I have to go to the training ground later."
Minglan was about to ask Xia Zhu to come in and help him change clothes, but he stopped her: "No hurry, sit with me for a while."
Minglan had no choice but to sit on the couch, tilting her head to watch the sun rise higher outside. The bright and brilliant light shone through the newly pasted light crimson gauze window, flowing onto the gorgeous vermilion court robe, and lightly falling on his face. His handsome features were shrouded in a layer of haze.
She was hesitating about how to ask, but he spoke: "As soon as the morning court session ended today, I went to the palace to see the emperor."
"...Oh." Minglan.
"I have pleaded with the Emperor, saying that although they have committed crimes, I ask His Majesty to show some mercy."
Minglan lowered her head and asked herself why she was not surprised at all.
The room was silent, and the side rooms and corner rooms were also quiet. Whenever the couple were together, the maids would tactfully go out quietly, leaving only a few servants in the outer side rooms or the bathroom to do their bidding.
"...It's not that I'm soft-hearted. Nor am I moved by his eloquence. They don't deserve our pity! But, but..." Gu Tingye became annoyed and stood up suddenly. He walked around the room with his tall and straight figure, like a trapped beast, full of ferocity and cruelty, eager to vent something.
Minglan rubbed her solar plexus, and her headache became even worse.
"But, but..." He was a man of strong and resolute character. At this moment, he seemed to be full of insatiable anger, but he couldn't say it out loud. He could only punch heavily on the mirror-like sandalwood table, and the pink-petaled celadon teacup on it jumped.
"I wish I could make them also have a taste of what it's like to be displaced and wronged!" His eyes burned with anger and gnashing of teeth. After a long while, the heaving of his chest gradually subsided.
"...Just do this," he slumped down beside Minglan, "it will be good for the future..."
Minglan began to understand his anger.
Deep down, he really wanted to watch the person die, but after thinking it over again and again last night, he weighed the pros and cons and finally suppressed his temper. So, he felt very frustrated and just hated God for being so cruel that what he wanted and what he didn't want had to be sold together.
He came back not to change clothes, but because he was feeling very upset and wanted to find a place to talk about it.
In fact, Minglan had been thinking about it for several days. There were only three reasons why the fourth and fifth rooms targeted Gu Tingye: first, they looked down on the salt merchant's son and felt that he was a disgrace to their noble family; second, they felt uneasy about using the Bai family's money because they had someone who was qualified to ridicule them; third, their own sons were not ambitious, and they were afraid of losing face in front of the old marquis, so they needed someone to take the blame. What better target than Gu Tingye?
After a few encounters, they became more and more contemptuous and hostile towards Gu Tingye.
However, although these bastards are hateful, they do not have any deep-seated conflicts based on principles. The real bloody struggle is happening within the eldest house itself.
"My fourth sister... you know her, right?" Minglan was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "She's the one who married into the Yongchang Marquis's mansion."
Gu Tingye was slightly surprised and nodded.
"She and I have been at odds since we were little." Minglan reached out to take his large hand, but it felt icy cold. She said slowly, "She doesn't like me because I've taken away her respect in front of her grandmother, her glory in front of her husband, and her father's care for his daughter. And I don't like her either. She's... a bad person."
Gu Tingye turned his face to the side. Although he didn't know why Minglan said this, he listened quietly.
"Once, I spent half a month making new shoes for my father's birthday. She deliberately cut them up under the pretext of looking at the pattern. I had to rush through the night and stayed up for several sleepless nights to make a new pair."
Minglan narrated calmly, lowering her head and gently rubbing Gu Tingye's big hand. "From childhood to adulthood, she has plotted against me countless times. She said bad things about me in front of my father and sowed discord with my wife. I often had to spend twice as much effort to turn things around..."
In order to be on guard against Molan, she never dared to send food to her father and brother, and she was always very careful every time.
"Why don't you return it harshly?"
Gu Tingye had a sullen face and held Minglan's small hand with his backhand. His palm was soft and smooth, and he felt a slight pain in his heart. He thought that her biological mother had died early. Although she had the protection of her grandmother, she had no one to speak to in front of her biological father. She had a bad-tempered mother and sister above her, and a scheming aunt and half-sister below her. He didn't know how she had lived through these years.
"At first, I was incompetent and couldn't come up with a good solution." Minglan tilted her neck and recalled with a wry smile. This was the truth. "Later, when I grew up, I secretly bullied her a few times to vent my anger. Unfortunately, I lost more than I won."
A smile appeared on the corner of Gu Tingye's cold mouth. He touched her pretty nose and scolded softly: "You are useless." In his opinion, the quarrel between the little girls was just a family prank.
"Once, she almost cut my face with broken porcelain. I was so angry that time that I thought that when she is in trouble in the future, I will definitely kick her when she is down." Minglan bit her red lips lightly and smiled mischievously.
Gu Tingye's expression changed suddenly. Before he could speak, Minglan regained her composure: "But now, I don't think so anymore."
She paused and said calmly, "As long as I live better than her, every time she sees me, she will feel terribly uncomfortable and won't be able to sleep all night."
Based on her understanding of Molan, seeing herself enjoying a glorious life and Rulan living a happy and fulfilling life would be more painful than killing her. The poisonous fangs of jealousy and regret would gnaw at her heart every night, tormenting her and making her unable to sleep.
Gu Tingye narrowed his eyes slightly. He was a smart man, so how could he not understand what Minglan meant.
The fourth and fifth houses have been under the protection of the old marquis for many years and have long forgotten how to deal with the storms outside. None of their descendants are particularly promising. Gu Tingwei from the eldest house is still just a student on government stipend after studying for so long.
Compared with Gu Tingye's current momentum, in the foreseeable future, one will surely grow while the other will decline.
"Don't be angry, and don't feel aggrieved. We will definitely live better than them." Minglan looked at Gu Tingye seriously, her tone soft and firm, "As long as they see us as good, all the anger will be relieved."
"Do you really think what I did was right?" Gu Tingye whispered, his expression hazy and hesitant. He looked at Minglan eagerly, as if waiting for a reassurance. "You abandoned your mother's injustice and ignored it, just for yourself..."
"You're doing the right thing. Besides, my mother-in-law's grievances won't just go away." Minglan nodded with unwavering determination. "You can ask for a title for her, build a shrine for her, and ask the respected elders of the clan to re-establish her genealogy, so that all future generations of the Gu family will know the kindness of the late Madam Bai to the Gu family. You must know that the future of the Gu family will be decided by you."
History is written by the victors, and the stories of many losers are buried in the dust of the past.
From now on, Gu Tingye can praise Bai family however he wants to glorify her. To put it bluntly, those bastards will definitely need Gu Tingye's help in the future. When the time comes, just let them form a group and kowtow and repent in front of Bai family's spirit.
"Well said."
Gu Tingye's eyes lit up, and he lowered his head to think for a while. The confusion on his face gradually faded, and confidence returned to the corners of his mouth. He slowly smiled calmly, "I will sit as I should. There is no need to take a detour for those who are not worthy."
Minglan knew that he had come to his senses, and she clapped her hands in praise, expressing her warm appreciation for his wise decision.
His eyes were as handsome as stars, his eyebrows were bright and his eyes were refined. He stared at Minglan quietly and gently stroked her soft and tender cheek.
Minglan blushed immediately and couldn't help looking out the window.
He was still unaware of it, tilting his handsome face to the side, smiling beautifully. He whispered, "You're so nice."
Minglan's face turned even redder.
Then, his long sleeves suddenly spread out, and before Minglan realized it, she was tightly held in his arms. She smelled the familiar masculine scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of agarwood. The cuffs wrapped with brown and gold threads were like vines clinging to cicada-wing gauze.
A man's voice, deep as a karmic drum, echoed in his ears. He whispered, "I want you to do everything in this mansion, and outside your boudoir, to do everything I have and to the best of my ability, to do everything as you wish and to your heart's content."
Minglan's head and brain were covered by the wide sleeves of her court robe, and she could not see anything. She silently repeated to herself eighteen times, "Don't trust a man's sweet words," but she couldn't stop her heart from pounding.
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After he changed his clothes and left, Minglan was still lying on the couch, staring at a pot of lush and tender Clivia seedlings on the windowsill in a daze.
He is so smart and sharp, and has rich experience. He can't understand the truth or sort out the interests. However, no matter how perfect the truth is, it must first pass the hurdle in his heart.
Gu Tingyu does have some skills after all.
She was lost in thought and slowly pulled out a piece of letter from her sleeve. It had fallen out of his clothes this morning.
"...It's my fault that I haven't been well-educated... I'm a straightforward and sincere person, and my misbehavior today is entirely my fault... I don't know where I am, and I miss you so much... I beg you to take care of me and not let me suffer from the cold or danger... I thank you and beg you..."
The paper was slightly yellowed and extremely fragile, as if it had been crumpled repeatedly and then flattened. The ink characters on it had a few round, wrinkled water marks, which spread drop by drop, blurring the old and trembling handwriting.
She suddenly felt a slight pain in her heart, a dull pain.
In fact, he is very good.
【Author has something to say】
Answer to questions:
1. Did Gu Tingye really benefit from the reputation of Ningyuan Hou?
Yes. Maybe you don't want to hear this. I thought everyone would understand.
My eldest cousin is a military fan. When I was writing about Gu Tingye standing out from the chaos and making great achievements, I specifically asked my eldest cousin this question: Can a person who has only served as a junior officer in the army for a few years suddenly achieve great achievements while commanding a basically unfamiliar army?
My cousin said that if this person has background and talent, then it would be possible.
Have you all seen the American TV series "Band of Brothers"?
The original commander of Company E was Brother Sobel, who trained Company E single-handedly. However, due to his extremely poor on-site command ability, the soldiers of Company E would rather violate military law and jointly expel him, demanding that the capable Winters take the lead.
My eldest cousin explained the reason to me in detail back then.
There are two things you want when you join the army: one is to save your life, and the other is to get promoted and make money.
Especially in ancient times, if a leader was parachuted into other positions, everyone would just accept it, but the position of a general, especially a general who had to go out to fight immediately, was very important.
At the beginning, the new emperor wanted to seize military power, but he had no direct subordinates in the army (they had just come from the border areas). When rebellion was about to break out, he dismissed several generals in one go.
Why would those generals obey someone they had never met?
Who knows if this guy is leading them to death.
In this situation, Gu Tingye has an innate advantage. He is the son of a general, and his family has led troops for generations. Moreover, his father has been in the army for a long time and has made considerable achievements. Even if Gu Tingye did not meet any old acquaintances to take care of him, some people had heard of their Gu family.
If you were a soldier or a general and faced with a boss who was parachuted in with no background and Gu Tingye, and you didn't know either of them, who would you choose to trust more?
Leading troops to fight requires a lot of time and opportunity. It was because Gu Tingye had organized the army early on and was able to command it as he wished that he achieved his later achievements.
So I would say that the Gu family accounts for about five or ten percent of Gu Tingye's success.
It's like when we go for a job interview and there are two people with similar abilities, but the interviewer is an old friend of one of them's dad. Who will he choose? It goes without saying.
Of course, Gu Tingye’s own talents are also very important, otherwise it would not be enough to rely solely on his ancestors’ influence. But who worked so hard to teach him martial arts, military tactics, and troop deployment?
In addition, due to the ancient ethical and moral principles between father and son and ruler and subject, it is difficult for a father and son to hold a grudge overnight. This is the reason.
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2. What kind of woman is Daqin?
For a period of time, when I read romance novels, I always saw this type of women: they were beautiful, weak, sad, and could arouse men's love to the greatest extent.
They are not dodders, they are really weak and useless.
They need a lot of care and consideration to survive; if they are neglected or treated poorly, they will be heartbroken. Yin Caiqin, created by Qiong Yao, has some of this in mind.
I can only say that any man who falls in love with this kind of woman will be unlucky for the rest of his life.
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3. How was the Gu family doing originally?
The Gu family was already doing well if it weren't for the sudden disaster.
The reason why a big family like this would incur such a huge deficit is actually not because of excessive extravagance, but because of "receiving the emperor".
For example, the Cao family suffered a lot of losses because they received too many emperors from Kangxi, and Jia Baoyu's family suffered a lot because they received too many emperors from Yuanchun.
Originally, the basic balance was achieved, and even if there was a deficit, it was only a small deficit. But now, the deficit has become huge.
For various reasons, ancient clans, royal families, and nobles often owed money to the national treasury. Usually, as long as they were not in a hurry, they would not force people to pay back the money, and they could pay it back slowly (by giving them a lucrative job).
So, the Gu family was originally doing well, but they just had two bad lucks.
As for the fourth and fifth rooms, they didn't want to kill Gu Tingye at first (there was no significant benefit), they just looked down on him and wanted him to take the blame, but with repeated quarrels and insults, the resentment grew deeper and deeper.
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4. What kind of father is Lord Gu?
These days everyone is indignant about the old marquis. In fact, I want to say that there is a huge difference between the concepts of parents in ancient and modern times.
Nowadays, if you give birth to me, you have the obligation to raise me. If you don’t, it is considered abandonment.
In ancient times, it was believed that you gave birth to me and raised me, which was an extremely great favor and could be bought, sold, or beaten (in ancient times, people would sell their children, and fathers would beat their sons to death).
Nowadays, if my parents treat me badly, I can hold a grudge, I can sever the father-son relationship, and I can send some alimony.
In ancient times, there were no parents who were not good. If you displeased your father, he could sue you for disobedience. Then, a son with such a charge would have a hard time getting into government.
In the end, the old marquis really did love Da Qin, the kind of love he had, but people's hearts are biased, so if he felt guilty, he would first feel guilty towards Da Qin and her son, and then towards Bai and her son.
It's that simple.
What's more, Gu Tingyu's status as the legitimate son was originally higher than that of Gu Tingye's legitimate son.
From a logical and emotional perspective, it would be strange if the old marquis favored the second son and did not help the eldest son.
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