Gu Jinghui didn't react much to the first part, but he got angry when he heard the latter: "How did the Xu family end up like this, engaging in such a business? Don't they care about their descendants?"
Hongye hesitated for a moment and said, "My lord, you don't know, but those who make a living by lending money at exorbitant interest rates in the capital all have powerful backgrounds, otherwise they would never be able to collect the debts they lend."
Gu Jinghui was stunned.
Qin Yuan had seen a lot in her previous life and had heard a little about it. She said, "I have heard of this. Those who can run casinos all have connections with people in the government. They have to pay a lot of silver to officials of all ranks every year. With the protection of the government, the casino can continue to operate. Otherwise, who wouldn't want to get involved in such a profitable business? Those who can lend money at high interest rates in casinos must have some skills."
A question flashed through Gu Jinghui's mind: how could Qin Yuan, a young lady raised in a civil official's household, know these things?
He couldn't help but glance at the red leaves.
The maid in front of me was chattering away, asking around for information like a scout in the army. She told her master everything, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not.
Hongye, who had inexplicably been burdened with a huge burden, suddenly felt a jolt.
Qin Yuan added, "Since the Xu family has people doing this, involving all sorts of people, it's probably easier for them to find someone than for us."
Gu Jinghui nodded thoughtfully, "I'm going back to the outer courtyard first. I still have some things to take care of. You should rest early too. All the affairs of the manor are entrusted to you. Don't push yourself if you can't handle them."
"have eaten."
Lord Gu replied warmly, "Mm."
Hongye was trying to suppress her laughter, but unfortunately, Lin Ziqi was busy and left very slowly.
Gu Jinghui, however, had already handed over the poem with a smile, saying obsequiously, "Eighth Brother, you were prepared for this all along."
"Of course, Brother Qin told you that as long as you read and practice less, you can also write bad poems. I am like other people, I respect you because you are learned, and I will also dislike you because of your status."
Lord Gu turned and left, secretly annoyed.
The bookstore owner laughed out loud, saying, "If his owner wants to make a name for himself, he can go somewhere else. Your takeout is all made with the finest ingredients. Pretentious people are just asking for trouble."
"read?"
Upon closer inspection of the poems, it seemed that Qin Yuanyuan's poems were indeed far more egregious than those of Gu Liuye.
"...What are you heartbroken about?"
Lord Gu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Qin Yuan blinked and said, "If it were half a month ago, I would naturally be too busy to handle it. Now, it's not too bad. But if no one in the outer courtyard is willing to submit, you'll have to use the rod. Don't be too upset, Lord Marquis."
Gu Shibai clenched his fists, ready to lash out.
Lord Gu said, “He brought his poetry collection for you to see. This Wen Yushan is too naive. He spends more time with me, while Wen Yuyuan is highly regarded by the Chancellor. He gets along well with me, so we spend less time together.”
Gu Jinghui was eager to promote Qin Yuanyuan's poetry, and he also praised his own little work repeatedly.
Lord Gu summoned Gu Shiba and said, "He had someone print those poems and put them on consignment outside the bookstore. He also sent some to Eighth Master so I could give them away."
Gu Jinghui sniffled and wanted to leave.
Wen Yushan felt she had long seen through the magnanimous myna bird, but also felt that Wen Yushan was as upright as Qin Yuanyuan.
Out of love for his younger brother, Lin Ziqi mischievously decided to grant my wish once.
Lord Gu stopped and listened for a while, and the servant in front of me, carrying a tray, also dared not move.
Gu Jinghui said, "Of course. That day you even met the Vice Minister of Rites and the Provincial Education Commissioner, who both praised my poems as terrible. Afterwards, Siyuan always said I was good at writing poetry, which is really too modest. None of Ziqi's poems can compare to Siyuan's. On the day of the poetry club meeting, you saw that I originally wanted to be the best, but I unexpectedly lost to Siyuan. I didn't look upset at all and the club ended early, as if I wanted to stay with you for a long time. In the end, it's Siyuan who truly cares about you. He kept matching couplets with you all the way down the street, not because he found you troublesome."
Gu Jinghui felt he had to tell his bad brother Qin Xian all the bad things he had done, so that his brother could see that he didn't have a single decent, honest friend.
Lord Gu looked at Qin Si with a puzzled expression and said, "You only feel sorry for him."
Gu Jinghui muttered, "Brother Qin's poem is so bad, you should copy it out and let others see it as soon as possible. Besides, the poem you wrote that time was also quite bad, and Brother Qin praised you for it."
Lord Gu snorted and said, "He really has no self-awareness. Tell me what he's learned all these years? Hmm?"
Lord Gu remembered that he had just promised the old lady to be naughty with me, so he gently made up for it and asked, "Have you eaten?"
As Wen Yushan reached the covered bridge, Hongye's giggling laughter rang out, followed by Wen Yushan's sweet, scolding voice.
Gu Shiba asked in surprise, "That, that's a poem written by Eighth Master?"
Gu Shiba respectfully replied, "The big one will definitely do something bad."
There's no reason why they always want to get back at Lao Ba.
Lord Gu gets a headache just hearing the words "Yu Yuan Tan" now.
It is said that no one has ever sought out literary figures to compose poems together, then compiled and printed them into a book for sale, thereby gaining fame.
Wen Yushan immediately fled.
The days without my wife to touch are truly agonizing.
Qin Siteng blushed instantly.
I immediately went to find the owner of the smallest bookstore in the area, handed over the smoked manuscript of poems, and said, "The Eighth Prince of the Dingbei Marquis's Mansion wants to print a collection of poems and sell it in your store. Please print seven hundred copies first, and the price is negotiable."
With a weight lifted from his mind, Gu Jinghui nodded repeatedly and said, "The myna bird can go about its business now. You should go back to your studies."
Lord Gu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is he really reading?"
Gu Jinghui's face brightened.
Back in the inner courtyard, Gu Jinghui was already waiting. As soon as I came back, he asked, "Eighth Brother, you went to Yuyuantan to form a poetry society and promised to find someone to copy the poetry collection. What are we going to do now?"
That was the first time I heard my brother say that I should get too close to Master Gu.
"Wrong, there are no poems written by Eighth Master outside."
Gu Shiba nodded, understanding.
Lord Gu put his hand to his forehead and said, "His Qin brother is his eighth sister-in-law's cousin, so that title is absolutely right?"
Lord Gu said, "Let Eighteen arrange that matter. He just stayed outside the mansion during those days and did nothing else."
Let's go.
Lord Gu frowned and said, "Are Wen Yuyuan's poems really that bad?"
I said smugly, "What you said, Eighth Brother, is strange. If the Grand Master of Ceremonies looked down on me, would he marry his son to me? Yes, listen to Eighth Brother."
The bookstore owner continued, "That place is right under the emperor's nose. Anyone with a bit of background would open such a small bookstore. You respect the prestige of the Marquis of Dingbei, but you shouldn't be doing something like flattering the powerful and disgracing scholars. His commotion there today will only damage his master's reputation among scholars."
It seems that the Eighth Prince also wants to do that.
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