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

[Host, you are really amazing. You knew he would use this trick and had someone warn Ye Daru long ago.]

Z9587 watched the first half of the show with great interest and was still waiting for the second half. It couldn't let the protagonist escape like this.

Or maybe its host is powerful. With just a flick of his finger, the destroyer was tortured so badly. If they had confronted the host directly, they would have been sent back to the factory in minutes.

[A reasonable guess. This stage was meticulously prepared for him. If the protagonist leaves mid-sentence, wouldn't all the props we prepared be wasted?]

【Uh-huh. 】

The people in the audience began to discuss, "No way, could it be that they really hired a gunman?"

"Otherwise, how could it be like this? Those masters even want to wake Cui Mingruo up."

"What about his previous poems?"

"I'm afraid it wasn't him who did it."

"It's a poem he wrote, how could he not even be able to tell the meaning of the words in the poem."

"Yeah yeah."

Cui Mingruo did not really faint. As he listened to these words, his face, which was covered by his hands, turned pale and blue.

[System, what should I do now? If the imperial physician arrives, I'll be exposed.]

How do I know if I'm the one who's doing the task, or if you're the one who's doing the task? If you keep asking me about everything, I might as well just do the task myself.

【It was your bad idea. 】

"You can choose not to listen. I've never seen you listen to me so much before. Now that something's wrong, you're trying to put the blame on me?"

[System, I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here to solve the problem.]

Cui Mingruo had no choice but to soften his attitude first.

【I don’t know what to do, don’t come to me.】

The strategy system is very simple. No one else can see it anyway, so what does it matter to you?

【…】

Cui Mingruo and the strategy system blamed each other, but things were getting out of control.

Doctor Hu came over with his young disciple carrying a medical box and followed by Hu Yashe.

"Uncle, please take a look at this person." Hu Yashe pointed at Cui Mingruo who was lying on the ground.

Doctor Hu felt the pulse while stroking his beautiful beard. After a moment, he said, "This young man is not seriously ill, and his mood is slightly faster than that of ordinary people."

Everyone understood that he was pretending to be unconscious! For a moment, they were speechless. Wasn't he admitting his guilt by doing this?

Hu Yashe looked at his master, but Ye Runyu gave him a signal to find a way to wake him up.

Hu Yashe could only ask for help from Doctor Hu, "Uncle, can you find a way to wake him up immediately?"

"Just give it one needle." As he said that, he inserted a silver needle into Cui Mingruo's Quchi acupoint.

"Ah." An unbearable pain swept through Cui Mingruo's body. Even though he clenched his teeth, he couldn't bear it and cried out in pain.

Doctor Hu wiped the needle with a handkerchief and said to his nephew nonchalantly, "He's awake now."

Then he left leisurely with his apprentice.

"Mr. Cui, you haven't answered the two gentlemen's questions yet. Do you need me to repeat them again?" Hu Yashe looked at Cui Mingruo expressionlessly.

"My head hurts. I don't know what you are talking about." Cui Mingruo pretended to be stupid and knew nothing about anything.

"Doctor Hu said you are in good health. Do you need me to call other doctors to examine you again?"

"You say this poem wasn't written by me, then who wrote it? Why am I the only one who can write these masterpieces?"

"Then why can't you even explain the contents clearly?" Hu Yashe asked back.

"Oh, these are all poems that I wrote on a whim." Cui Mingruo looked as if he could not do anything to me without evidence.

Anyway, I just won’t admit it. Only a fool would admit it. If I don’t admit it, there’s still a chance to turn the situation around. At worst, I can use my illness to whitewash myself later.

He did this kind of thing a lot when he was in the entertainment industry. Public opinion is controlled by the powerful.

"Then you will be disappointed. All your works can be found in this book." Ye Runyu handed the book in his hand to Hu Yashe.

Hu Yashe turned to the page of "Appreciating Peonies" and took Cui Mingruo's manuscript to show everyone.

Cui Mingruo snatched the book and examined it carefully. He saw the three big characters "Liu Yuxi" on the page and instantly collapsed to the ground.

Hu Yashe picked up the book that had fallen on the ground and walked to the stage for others to see.

"I see. I was wondering how Cui Mingruo could have written so many excellent works at such a young age."

"I used to doubt it, too."

"Yeah, I just don't think it's my style."

"..."

The truth is now known, and those things that were originally puzzling have been explained.

"You could say they framed me. This book seems to have just been completed, but they added my poems into it."

Cui Mingruo saw the flaw again and argued loudly.

"Then you are wrong. The original was made by Prime Minister Zhang Jianzhi of the previous dynasty. We only copied a copy of it because we were afraid it would be damaged."

Ye Runyu asked his nephew to bring the box containing the books, and then carefully handed it to the person in the main seat.

"Mr. Ren, please check."

Ren Daru wiped the sweat from his hands with a handkerchief before taking it cautiously, savoring it carefully, and then announced with a little excitement.

"This is Prime Minister Zhang's previously unseen work, and its contents are truly astonishing."

There was an uproar at the scene. These works were enough to inspire those poetry lovers and would also lead the poetry world into a new era of flourishing.

Cui Mingruo looked at the calm He Chuning and Ye Runyu who had been secretly instructing his apprentice, and shouted loudly, "You are setting me up!"

At this point, there is nothing he doesn't understand.

He was misled into thinking that this was his apprenticeship ceremony, and so many great scholars were deliberately invited to come, along with this book that recorded ancient Chinese poetry.

"What's the point of talking about design? We didn't ask you to become famous with other people's poems, nor did we say this was held for you." Ye Runyu said calmly.

He has completely seen through this person's character. This person only shifts the blame onto others and does not reflect on his own mistakes.

So no matter what he said, this person would not listen, and there was no need for him to waste his breath on someone who was not worth it.

Cui Mingruo stood up from the ground, straightened his robe, and looked at everyone deeply, "I will remember you!"

Then he turned around and left the venue. If he didn't leave at this time, would he continue to make a fool of himself in front of them?

"Such a despicable and shameless person is not worthy of being my disciple. I will stop accepting him as my disciple.

I hope that people of our generation will take this as a warning and never allow someone who brings such disgrace to the poetry world to appear again.” He Chuning sternly admonished everyone.

Seeing the stagnant atmosphere, Ye Runyu came out to smooth things over.

"The second thing today is the manuscript of this book. We will contribute it to share with all the talented people. I hope that more excellent works will emerge in the poetry world in the future!

As for the winners of each theme, the masters will also select them and post them on the poetry board. Those who make the list please come to Yashe to claim their prizes."

As he spoke, the atmosphere on the scene became lively again.

As Cui Mingruo had expected, several great scholars began to compete for it, but the target was not him, but a manuscript.

[I wonder if Cui Mingruo is satisfied with this gift.] Qi Mingze finished watching the whole show and thought the lead actor's acting was passable.

[Host, I think he is going crazy with satisfaction.

However, this guy has a strong mental state. Without your book, I'm afraid he would have been able to turn the tide.

Z9587 sighed that if someone else were to experience it, they would probably collapse completely.

[It's normal. There are many haters and trolls in the modern world. Add to that the pressures of work and life, and those with weak mental qualities won't be able to become saboteurs.]

【Uh-huh. 】

[Hey, may I ask about the host's ability to withstand stress?]

"I think you should be very clear that those without some skills will not survive in your hands." Qi Mingze felt that this was not presumptuous, but asking despite knowing the answer.

[Uh, I was careless after all!] Please stop talking. I'm already honest. I don't say a word when the host says anything.

Finally, the conversation ended with the system disappearing.

'Jun Linyuan' looked at the situation and thought, this is what the saying "masts and oars are reduced to ashes in the midst of laughter and conversation" means!