After my mind was read, I became the emperor's favorite

During his convalescence, Qi Mingze was not idle. He took this time to write down all the ancient Chinese poems he had read.

In order to do one thing without two masters, Qi Mingze naturally attributed this ancient poetry collection to Prime Minister Zhang Jianzhi.

He just marked the author of each poem, and Prime Minister Zhang was just a recorder.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Qi Mingze curled up the corners of his mouth and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

I hope Cui Mingruo will like this gift.

A few days ago, Qi Mingze had already deduced that the prince's fall into the water must have been prepared by Cui Mingruo for him.

He wanted to use the title of the prince's savior as an opportunity to enter the upper class of Xia Lin.

It was a pity that he had ruined it. How could he let such a person with no bottom line get what he wanted?

With this gift, he will completely destroy Cui Mingruo's path to heaven.

This is a warning to him to be more restrained and that there are some things that should not be done.

"Young Master." Zhou Xueyi stood aside respectfully.

"Xueyi, please take this opportunity to deliver this book to Mr. Ye." Qi Mingze handed the collection of old ancient poems to Zhou Xueyi.

Then teach him carefully how to pass it through other people's hands without leaving any trace, how to hide himself, what situations may arise during the action, and how to deal with them.

"Yes, sir." Zhou Xueyi once again felt that this big gamble between him and his father was likely to be a great victory.

The young master is not only talented, but also meticulous, ingenious and resourceful.

He is also humble, polite and graceful. He teaches patiently, cares about the safety of his subordinates and helps them avoid risks.

What he learned here in the past few days was something he had not encountered in the previous twenty years.

The young master would also be willing to give him advice on any problems he encountered in his studies.

He thought that he might be able to compete in the next scientific examination.

"Go ahead." Qi Mingze was also very satisfied with Zhou Xueyi. Not only was he smart and studious, and could understand things quickly, but he could also apply what he learned to other situations. Teaching such a student was a lot of ease.

As for his hidden ambition, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and I will never bury him.

[Tsk, no wonder Uncle Zhou favored the eldest son at first, but ended up sending the second son instead.]

[It seems the host likes him very much. ]

Qi Mingze smiled but said nothing.

-

On this day, Ye Ruiqian, a young disciple of Ye Daru, got a great work written by Prime Minister Zhang Jianzhi that had never been published on his way back from studying abroad.

Although they were not written by the prime minister himself, every poem in them could make him, an outsider who was not well versed in this field, admire them deeply.

A total of one thousand poems, each one is a masterpiece!

He didn't know any of the people in it, and he didn't know why these people didn't publish these works when they were still alive.

But what does it matter? He wants to dedicate this book to his mentor.

His mentor was both his master and his uncle.

If it weren't for his mentor's taking him in and training him, he and his mother would have been killed by those jackals, tigers and leopards in the tribe.

So when he got this book, the first person he thought of was his mentor.

I wonder how surprised my mentor would be when he receives this gift.

He rode non-stop, and managed to shorten the four-hour journey to half.

The moon was already high in the sky at this time. Ye Runyu had just gone to bed when he received a message from the housekeeper that the young master had arrived.

After his childhood sweetheart passed away, Ye Runyu never remarried.

As soon as this elder brother's only son came, he became the young master of the Ye family, and Ye Runyu treated him as his own son.

So even though he had already gone to bed, he changed his clothes and went to see Ye Ruiqian.

"Uncle, look what good things I brought you." Ye Ruiqian hugged Ye Runyu and acted coquettishly.

"You're an adult, yet you're still acting like this." Although these were words of reproach, she did not push the boy away from her arms.

Ye Ruiqian let go of his uncle and handed him the box in his arms.

"Hurry and read it, and you'll know how filial I am.

I skipped dinner to get it here so quickly, and I'm starving."

"Ye Xin, prepare a meal for the young master." Ye Runyu took the box but did not open it immediately. Instead, he instructed the housekeeper to prepare the meal.

He turned around and said to Ye Ruiqian with a stern face, "Nothing is more important than your health. Don't do this next time."

"I see. Uncle, open it quickly and see if you like it." Ye Ruiqian shook his uncle's robe in a flattering manner, urging him to look at the gift.

Ye Runyu had no choice but to follow his nephew's instructions and check out the gift, but unexpectedly, he was fascinated by it.

Every poem in it was exquisite and full of meaning, but as he read on, his face became as gloomy as water.

"Uncle, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this book?" Ye Ruiqian was shocked when he saw this. What was going on?

His uncle has been obsessed with poetry for a long time. Shouldn't he be ecstatic to see so many good poems?

"Ruiqian, where did you get this book?"

"A merchant sold it to me." In fact, he didn't think those people were legitimate businessmen, but more like tomb robbers.

However, the things in their hands were too tempting to him, so he didn't investigate further and just spent three thousand taels to buy them.

"Isn't this the authentic work of Prime Minister Zhang Jianzhi?"

"It's because this is Prime Minister Zhang's work that I find it strange."

"Why?"

"The matter is not yet clear, so I cannot explain it to you for the time being.

We'll discuss everything tomorrow after we go to the He Mansion and visit your Uncle He."

"Okay." Ye Ruiqian was puzzled but did not ask any further questions. Just then, the butler came to inform him that it was time for dinner, so he followed the butler.

Ye Runyu carefully flipped through the book. He was happy that these poems could see the light of day again, but at the same time he felt sorry for his friend.

At this point, he could be sure that the author of this book was the real person who wrote the poetry.

Each of their styles fits their work so well.

He originally thought that Cui Mingruo's poems had too varied styles and some of the content was not very appropriate to the situation, but the content was too amazing, so he didn't think much of it.

But after this hesitation, his good friend had already extended an olive branch to him, so it was inconvenient for him to contact this person again.

Who would have known that all of this person's poems came from this book.

Fortunately, the Jinyiwei's investigation these days has caused panic among the people and delayed Cui Mingruo's apprenticeship ceremony, otherwise he would not know what to do now.

Early the next morning, Ye Runyu hurried to He's house.

He Chuning was very surprised to see his friend coming to him with a serious face. When he saw what he brought, his expression became solemn as well.

He Chuning was a poetry fanatic and extremely fond of talented people, so when he met Cui Mingruo, a talented man who could compose poems fluently and write with great skill, at that poetry competition, he expressed his intention to take him as his disciple without hesitation.

But now that the truth is out, it's difficult to deal with.

However, no matter what, He Chuning could not tolerate this kind of plagiarism.

Ye Runyu is also a person who cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes, but for the sake of his friend's reputation, he had to find a way to make this matter public.

He saw clearly that if the matter of accepting a disciple was left unresolved, the people around Cui Mingruo would not let it go.

The two discussed for a whole morning and unanimously decided to hold a poetry reading and invite various poetry masters to participate in the event.

This is also the only chance they give Cui Mingruo!