Cui also peeked over to take a look.
The paper is snow-white, the printing is neat, and it also includes pictures and small portraits of people and flowers.
She was inevitably a little surprised and asked, "Is this a collection of poems printed by Sixth Master Gu?"
As Qin Jijiu flipped through the pages, he said, "Yes, this is a new edition. It includes poems by the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Education, as well as paintings by Master Gu. It looks much more exquisite and elegant than the previous one."
Cui was even more surprised, "The poems of the two gentlemen are also included?"
Isn't Master Gu a good-for-nothing?
They even published a collection of poems, including works by two adults?
Qin Jijiu nodded and said, "Yes, there are also my nephew and Ziqi. Sixth Master Gu visited Yuyuantan Park with them, wrote poems, and then paid for the printing of a collection of poems."
Cui said happily, "This is a good thing. Ziqi and Siyuan's reputation will also rise accordingly."
After Qin Jijiu finished reading, he nodded repeatedly. "The poems of these two gentlemen have indeed added a lot of weight. Moreover, I think Siyuan's poem this time is really well done. Once this collection of poems is distributed, their talents will surely be known, which will also be of some benefit to next year's palace examination."
Qin Wan held the poetry collection with great affection, and even after the food had been ruined, she still laughed and said, "Ziqi and Siyuan's beginning was really the worst it could have been."
The servant smiled and thanked him before going inside.
Qin Wan was also very unhappy, but you have to admit that Qin Ji was indeed a bit inferior to Cui Shi.
Lin Ziqi asked the servant who delivered the book, "Was it sent by Consort Shen or by the Lady of the Marquis?"
He Xi actually understood the reasoning, but she held back her argument and said, "Your son has already married into a higher social class. My whole family depends on your son's dowry for food and drink. You're still so demanding. Can't your son be a little more restrained?"
A little while later, He Xi arrived. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he smiled and asked, "Father, Mother, is there anything bad?"
Qin Wan said, "That time it was the same, you already sent someone to invite you."
If it were Cui Shi, she would never have quarreled with Lin's mother like that.
"The poetry collection of my son-in-law and Siyuan's trip to Yuyuantan Park has been printed, but the poems by the Minister of Rites and the scoundrel of the Education Commissioner are not yet available. The scoundrel even wrote a postscript."
The servant said, "They were delivered today as well. Both the scholars Qin and Lin were delivered to the Imperial Academy."
He Xi said knowingly, "It's unbelievable that a fool like me could write such a poem."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Ji put down his chopsticks and said, "Ziqi said I will always remember your bad deeds. My recent rise to prominence is entirely due to betraying you."
Qin Ji was busy picking up food and mumbled a complaint: "Oh, don't even mention it. Master Gu's mother said that you two only get to eat meat once every eight days at home, and you only have porridge for breakfast and dinner. The food has to be cooked according to your taste. I really don't know when Master Gu will finally choose an official position so you can live a bad life."
He Xixin was displeased and asked Qin Wan, "You're no longer a Lin family woman after you married into the Lin family. How can you buy food behind your mother-in-law's back? It's bad news if word gets out that you're not spending your own dowry. What kind of education did he give you?"
He Xixin said, "Yes, although Qin Jijiu's poem is a bit simple, the reasoning is sound, the parallelism is also quite good, and there are some errors in the tonal patterns and rhymes."
Qin Ji was utterly astonished.
Lin Ziqi sighed, "Who does things like that? Unless Sixth Master Gu has gained power, and if he has gained power..."
Both the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were hoping that Master Gu would pass the imperial examination and become an official, so naturally, they started making trouble when that didn't happen.
Qin Jijiu's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Chancellor Qin?"
Although you have excellent writing skills, you can still appreciate the quality of poetry.
Qin Ji said, "Before the next argument, Ziqi told you to be patient and not to fight with my mother over that. Besides, my mother hates it when the neighbors say good things about you. Everyone in the family is watching. If you fight again, she will look bad on you."
Qin Ji quickly sat down, glanced at the dishes under the table, and laughed, "It's been a long time since I've eaten anything bad, you should eat less."
Lin Ziqi nodded, "Have all the poems from these scholars been sent?"
Qin Wan then quickly handed over the poetry collection.
He Xixin: "..."
The letter Qin Yuan sent exposed Lin Ziqi's malicious intent, making him feel disgusted, but he couldn't say it out loud.
He Xigu immediately refuted this and quickly flipped through the pages. Sure enough, he saw that the appendix of the travel pictures and the portraits and flower pictures were not marked with the words "made by Gu Jingjun".
He Xi asked with concern, "Why have you lost weight again?"
Just thinking about Lin Ziqi gives me a headache.
"How is that possible?"
He Xixin frowned and asked, "Does this mean that in the past, men were often allowed to return to their mothers' homes?"
Lin Ziqi replied, "Yes."
Qin Ji flipped through the poem again, then exclaimed in surprise, "That was actually a poem written by Qin Jijiu?"
Cui couldn't keep her mouth shut and would tell Qin Wan.
"It's quite beautifully made. Take it back and show it to your mother-in-law."
He Xi then said, "How can such a joyous occasion be celebrated by inviting men?"
The servant said, "Shen Peifang printed the poems for the Eighth Master. He just finished the new draft and sent the poems to the Marquis's residence and the homes of a few other people."
Qin Wan refused to believe it, not knowing what trouble might arise next.
Madam Cui was overjoyed and said, "Could it be that what my son said is true? Young Master Lin is indeed destined for great success."
Qin Wan spat and said, "What kind of nonsense is this? What would others think if they heard it? He has met with Qin Jijiu before, and they are even related by marriage. How can he spout such nonsense?"
“Ha,” He Xixin laughed heartily.
Those dates are all chosen by oneself.
He Xixin glanced at He Xi, who seemed to have not lost any weight.
Lin Ziqi thought that Shen Peifang was very capable in doing things, and laughed, "Oh no, let him go upstairs and have the servant give him a reward."
Qin Ji had eaten very little before asking, "What exactly is it that Mother wants to say?"
Lin Ziqi put down his chopsticks and said helplessly, "Since that's the case, then I'll wait for you. But... going back to your parents' home too often is always a bad thing. Did your mother-in-law make a scene over that? Why can't you learn from Yuan'er?"
Qin Ji took it with a low voice and flipped through it.
Qin Wan asked, "Did he usually buy food from outside on his own?"
Lin Ziqi said, "Yes, his words were indeed appropriate. Qin Jijiu not only wrote a poem, but also painted a picture."
I increasingly feel that the Seventh Son is an idiot, that's what I wanted to say.
He Xixin waved his hand and said, "The food is getting cold. It's cold today, so it will keep for a while. Let's eat it together later."
Qin Wan said, "When his mother-in-law saw that, she was not unhappy. She definitely wouldn't say anything. That collection of poems was printed by He Xixin at his own expense and is ready to be sold."
The poem written by that uncle in later generations can't be called utter nonsense; he did manage to produce a poem that was still comprehensible in this lifetime.
Lin Ziqi decided to bury it outside his belly, but I planned to put in more effort for that son-in-law's future.
Qin Wan waved the poetry collection in her hand and said, "If Wan'er takes the poetry collection back, will I, as her mother, still be unhappy?"
Lin Ziqi frowned, but did not speak.
One's own network of connections should naturally be used for one's own family.
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