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

Cui Mingruo felt that he had been very unlucky recently, so he spent 300 points to be a hero and save the prince.

Then change track and go to the upper class to experience the luxurious life of drunkenness and dreams.

But before he could even start dreaming, his dream was suddenly exposed.

In order to avoid being checked by the Jinyiwei, he hid for nearly ten days.

Now the alarm was finally lifted, but he didn't have time to catch a few fish to earn some points.

His top financial sponsor and SSS-level target.

His favorability dropped by 20 points at one time, and the system also deducted 200 points and 10 years of his lifespan.

What is going on? He has been behaving himself for so long.

[I didn't do anything, and there's still a reverse? Black question mark face! ]

[Host, did Yun Chengyuan find out about your jealousy with Xie Mingzhu the other day?] The strategy system thought for a long time and could only come up with this reason.

It thought that the crisis this time was a bit serious. If the host died, although it would not die, it would have to spend most of his points to save its life.

This host can be used, so just make do with it, that's why it is here to help the host with advice.

[Wasn't that over long ago? Isn't the reaction time so long?] Cui Mingruo pulled at his hair, feeling like he was almost done for.

He hadn't even started to improve his favorability when a quarter of it was deducted. Wouldn't the remaining three quarters be gone soon? What was lost was not just his favorability, but his life!

[Maybe he suddenly realized his feelings for you, but saw you being involved with another man.

Then they get all jealous, that damn possessiveness of men.] Those domineering CEOs in the strategy system inventory are like this.

[Okay, it turns out he wasn't the one who couldn't resist my damn charm, but rather that I was just too slow.]

Cui Mingruo touched his face and cast a coquettish glance at the system.

[Host, don't think too much. Let's prepare for the poetry gathering the day after tomorrow.]

The strategy system shuddered inexplicably. It was a ruthless points-generating machine. No demon or monster could get close to it.

"Well, I'll review those poems tomorrow. I can't rely on the Crown Prince, so I can only ask old man He Chuning for help."

[This poetry gathering must have been prepared for you by him. You must perform well.]

This old man is quite nice. I heard he invited all the great poets to his event.

Cui Mingruo was secretly proud of himself. This was another famous scene in which he could steal the show.

[He Chuning is well-known for her love for talent and protectiveness of her students, so this scene is not surprising.]

The strategy system believes that it is the luck he absorbed that played a role. He gets half of the military medals, so it is natural that it should also take up half of the points.

On the day of the poetry reading, in order to invite more famous writers, He Chuning specially set the time in the evening.

The summer breeze is like the east wind that blows away the flowers from thousands of trees, blowing the jasmine fragrance into fireworks and falling like rain.

Carriages, either luxurious or elegant, came along, filling the road with fragrance, and the melodious sounds of phoenix flutes and stringed instruments echoed throughout the corridors.

The warm sunlight gradually sets in the west, and the night lights hanging on the treetops and eaves are hazy and full of poetic and picturesque beauty.

The hall was already packed with people and very lively.

Many good poets gathered together to celebrate the event. Although it was not as grand as a poetry competition, the people who came were all at the top of the poetry pyramid.

The talented scholars, dressed in fine clothes and holding folding fans, gathered in groups of three or five, discussing ideas at length, while others wandered alone, lost in thought.

Their faces were filled with excitement and confidence, as if they were looking forward to showing off their talents in this poetry reading.

Several masters sat at the top, chatting and laughing, complementing each other.

Qi Mingze was also invited to the poetry gathering. Each invitation allowed four people to come along. Originally, he had invited Yun Chengyuan, Huo Le'an, Yan Xiujing and Zhou Xueyi.

Unexpectedly, Huo Le'an thought the poetry gathering was boring and had already made an appointment with some friends to get together, while Yan Xiujing wanted to go with his master, who was also the apprentice of Uncle Qi Mingze.

Now, the only people around him are 'Jun Linyuan' and Zhou Xueyi, who are wearing the guise of Yun Chengyuan.

However, this poetry gathering did not take into account one's status in the officialdom or the forum, so Qi Mingze was only ranked second.

If his master Qin Daru had not gone out to study, he could have followed him and become the last chairman.

However, this remote location is just right for him to watch the show.

"Mingze, you have just recovered from your illness and are not fit to drink yet." Jun Linyuan took the wine glass from Qi Mingze's hand and replaced it with the tea he asked the waiter to prepare.

Qi Mingze took the tea awkwardly and took a sip. "Uh, thank you, Chengyuan."

[Hahaha, host, having someone watching over you really makes Tong feel safer.] Z9587 said with a smug smile.

[Less talk, more action. I brought you here today to watch a good show, but I'm not the protagonist.] Qi Mingze snorted coldly.

"Thank you all for coming up with topics for the poetry gathering." He Chuning bowed to the people at the main table and walked to the podium.

“We are holding this poetry gathering today.

One is to make friends through poetry. I asked several poetry masters to come up with a theme. Whoever's poem comes first will get a work of the theme's work.

Second, I have an important announcement to make after the poetry reading.

Now, please let all talented people write freely."

After He Chuning finished speaking, she glanced at Cui Mingruo in the audience.

The surprise came so unexpectedly that the talented people talked about it a lot.

This is a big deal. These masters have long established their positions, and some have even rarely written in recent years.

As soon as this reward was announced, many people were full of fighting spirit and determined to win it.

Receiving He Daru's gaze, Cui Mingruo was secretly happy, [System, the next big thing will definitely be announcing that they'll accept me as their disciple.]

[Yes, host, do your best. I have faith in you.] The strategy system replied perfunctorily.

What if I win eight titles and all these old men start vying for them?

Who do you choose?

[Only children make choices. I want them all!]

Cui Mingruo was determined to win this poetry competition and had even imagined himself being praised to the skies.

[You're still the best, but this isn't very realistic. Don't let it get you into trouble.]

The strategy system poured a bucket of cold water on him, trying to sober him up.

[Just wait and see.] Cui Mingruo was not convinced. He really wanted to give it a try.

Upon hearing these confident and conceited remarks, Jun Linyuan couldn't help but glance over.

Then he immediately turned around to look at Qi Mingze, and suddenly felt much better.

There are eight poetry boards at the edge of the poetry reading, on which are pasted themes from eight famous poets.

Many talented people make careful decisions and think for a long time before they start writing.

However, Cui Mingruo completed the two poems without thinking.

After seeing his works, the number of people interested in these two topics has obviously decreased, and some people who had already written poems did not dare to post them after seeing his poems.

Seeing this, Cui Mingruo stopped writing.

【Host, please write quickly. 】

[Why are you in such a hurry? Didn’t you see that there are not many people on those two topics?

Without the greenery to set off the flowers, how can their beauty be fully expressed? I'll post them later when they're almost done.

[You understand, or do you?] The strategy system rarely praised him.

It was not until the end that Cui Mingruo wrote six poems in one breath.

Every song is a classic, no one can match it.

When everyone saw this, they shook their heads and sighed, fearing that there was no hope for them.

"No wonder Mr. He held this poetry meeting. It turns out that he wanted to make his new disciple famous." A young man in a brocade robe sighed.

"Yes, I am ashamed of myself."

"Cui Caizi has great literary talent."

"..."

The venue was instantly filled with praise and compliments.

Cui Mingruo accepted the praise from all around, and the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK, so he simply smiled and faced everyone.

[I've pulled out all my best poems. This is my chance to become famous.]