Qin Yuan had no choice but to agree.
She thought for a moment, then added, "I'm afraid Physician Liu's family will not accept this, and then..."
Gu Jinghui's face was cold and fierce: "He colluded with Yelü Guzha to murder an important minister of the country. He deserves to die ten thousand times. If it weren't for the sake of the Crown Prince and the Prince of Jin's reputation, I would have exposed his deeds to the world. They were lucky to be alive, but they still dare to disobey."
Qin Yuan remained silent.
Gu Jinghui softened his tone and said, "The military is much harsher in dealing with spies than this. Don't worry, his family probably knows something about what he did. If the Emperor issues an edict not to bestow generous rewards or favors upon his descendants, his family will understand and will not dare to act recklessly."
Qin Yuan asked, "In this way, won't the matter of impersonating Physician Liu and dealing with the three parties be exposed? Originally, my husband was in the dark, but now he has come out into the open."
Seeing her worry, Gu Jinghui felt a surge of warmth in his heart and couldn't help but pull her onto his lap, smiling as he said, "I'm so happy that you're thinking of me. Good Yuan'er, think about it, once the man surnamed Liu dies, they'll definitely panic and won't dare to act rashly."
Qin Yuan also realized that this was just a trick to scare people.
These people would never dare to argue with Gu Jinghui, who held military power, just because Physician Liu was dead.
At least not now.
Qin Yuan knew that arguing with me would only lead to a clear-cut argument, so she slid off my lap and said reproachfully, "You have time to argue with him outside. He should go back and do his own thing. You still have to rush to draft your memorial."
If I could study with my first wife, that would be wonderful.
Qin Yuan said, "Let him try to match them first and see what he can come up with."
Lord Gu hadn't finished dealing with many things yet, so he stood up and said, "If he takes what you said to heart, then he can still read the book, right?"
Cuiming came over to grind the ink for you. Fei Han moved the account book and abacus aside, spread out the paper, pressed down the paperweight, and then finished writing.
When the servant saw that I was speaking, he continued, "Recently, a new trend has emerged: people sing and play instruments while speaking. I heard it originated from Yangzhou. It's not very good, and it's ruined several musicians. There are no drummers, no pipa players, and no octagonal players."
Before becoming the prefect, Lin Ziqi had already gathered many advisors, who were there to offer suggestions, chat, and exchange poems.
Lord Gu is, after all, a minor general. How could he not have some capable strategists and advisors under his command?
Physician Liu showed no shame, loosened his grip, and said sourly, "It's because he's willing to teach you. You wanted him to be your tutor, so he was busy with accounts all day, and he still had time for you. Look how attentive he is to Eighth Brother, and even more so to Da Dong. He even personally taught me to paint. You can see that you're inferior to everyone else in his heart, only ranked at the very top. He's attentive, that's all, and he still ridicules you. If you had no other choice, you wouldn't have had to pick up Eighth Brother's leftovers."
In the northern region, there are very few storytellers, and they tell the same old stories over and over again. Even the storytelling in the capital is different from that in other places.
Physician Liu's face darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is he laughing at?"
Qin Yuan suppressed a laugh and said, "If he learns bad things, he can learn less. Does he still want to be a scholar-general? You'll see what he says to your father before he establishes his own government."
Now that everything has settled, the report has been finalized.
As for the secret report, Qin Yuan thought it would need some embellishment, so she should just write it as it is.
Fei Hanyun, whose name means "unruly and unrestrained," used such elegant language that it doesn't seem strange at all.
Qin Yuan stretched out her slender, fair index finger and poked Lord Gu's chest hard. She glanced at him and said softly, "He's the worst."
You've already scrapped several drafts, all because there's still some definite information regarding Fei Hanyun's matter.
Physician Liu couldn't help but laugh. He pressed Fei Han's side against his chest and said, "You just learned a few lines from your eighth brother's poem. If he dislikes it, then you've learned it."
Lord Gu frowned. "Are all the tutors old scholars? They're so annoying to look at. It's not as tedious as studying with Yuan'er."
She lowered her head and complained softly, "You're happy, but I'm not. I worry about everything concerning you, but you don't seem to remember what I say."
The way he spoke then lost that resentful tone.
Lord Gu then asked, "Which storyteller is the least frequented in which entertainment district, and whose storytelling is the worst?"
Qin Yuan reached out and pushed me towards the door, saying, "Take your time and go read. It's not reading the Spring and Autumn Annals, it's just a waste. Reading the Romance of the Eight Kingdoms is also bad. I've heard that no one who reads this book has become a famous general."
Lord Gu was taken aback.
The servant thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. The storytellers nowadays are no different from those in the future. They no longer specialize in telling romantic stories, stories of talented men and beautiful women, or historical biographies. They also don't string together events that happen outside the capital. Yet, there are still a lot of people listening."
Lord Gu nodded, indicating that he understood.
Writing two reports is quite a task.
It's impossible to finish reading this difficult and obscure "Spring and Autumn Annals" in just one month.
Hongye asked, "Does that mean there's nothing fishy going on outside?"
The servant said, "I've heard people say that the Sang family's tile-roofed houses and the Luo family's tile-roofed houses are both very small. There isn't one that's far away, in the east of the city, which is the Zhuge family's tile-roofed house."
With just that glance and a poke, Fei Hanyun's heart fluttered.
I gripped Fei Han's fingers and complained in a low voice, "Those days he was only concerned with getting angry and being reasonable, and he even used the excuse of being careful and cautious to eat and drink comfortably while he himself was enjoying himself. He knew all about how you were all alone in the inner courtyard, enduring the cold and loneliness."
Gu Shiba was already waiting for me, his expression quite serious.
Fei Han said, "What kind of wife doesn't teach her husband to read? Shouldn't he find a tutor to be placed outside the house, to tell him stories and give him advice?"
Gu Jingjun hurried out of Wutong Garden, then suddenly stopped and asked the servant following him, "Does he know the smallest entertainment districts outside the capital?"
The servant, trying to decipher the deeper meaning behind his master's question, decided to speak with Gu Shiba so that he would be prepared in case his master asked again.
Lord Gu curled his lips and scoffed knowingly, "Since you're in the right, I'll just have to leave."
“Sangjia Wazi can’t just pick a few big stars to sing a particular segment; that would cost more, and they’re from outside the proper opera troupes.”
Gu Jinghui: "..."
Fei Hanyun walked back to the inner courtyard in a roundabout way.
Qin Yuan burst out laughing.
Qin Yuan also frowned, clearly terrified: "You think it's bad that he lives in the inner courtyard? In the future, even though he's in the Wutong Garden, this book will still be on the same page after several days. But once he goes to the inner courtyard, he'll even know how to use the pillow for warmth and the quilt for coldness."
"What, you got the information?" Lord Gu casually walked to the table and sat down, a bloodstained confession already placed beneath it.
The cold and ruthless Qin Yuan disappeared, and her obedient and alluring first wife returned.
Feeling guilty after Qin Yuan's words, Lord Gu sighed after a long while and said, "Worry, don't worry. You've already made up your mind about this matter, but it's still a bad thing. You and he are husband and wife, and you remember everything."
Qin Yuan called Hongye and Cuiming to step back and serve. She first tossed the account book to Hongye and said, "There are some minor discrepancies in the accounts. He should transfer the accounts from the inner courtyard to the inner courtyard and compare them with the dates when the inner courtyard distributes monthly allowances."
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