Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Gu Mingli asked curiously, "Does His Majesty wish to participate in the competition?"

Xiao Ye shook his head.

"I don't know how to play Cuju (ancient Chinese football)."

"But I need someone skilled in Cuju (ancient Chinese football) to infiltrate the circle of noble children."

"Huh?" Gu Mingli was taken aback. "Why?"

Isn't Huang Jiaojiao the one who looks down on playboys the most?

Why did they still let him join the circle of spoiled brats?

Xiao Ye explained.

"The reason why so many aristocratic children are spoiled is because they have resigned themselves to their fate and no longer want to try. They know that trying is useless."

"If we try to implement the new policy directly to them, they will not accept it, and they have no interest in changing the status quo."

"so……"

Xiao Ye looked Gu Mingli up and down.

"For this new policy to be successfully implemented, someone needs to integrate into their circle and make them listen to it."

"And to integrate into their circle, one must be a highly skilled Cuju (ancient Chinese football) player who can win over those scions of noble families..."

"Make them worship you. Only then will they be willing to obey your commands."

Gu Mingli's eyes lit up.

understood!

So, he's just trying to become an idol and a life guru for spoiled brats?

He can do that.

Because he doesn't have any other special skills.

They are particularly good at being life mentors to others.

"Your subject obeys the decree." He smiled.

"Should I choose the team members myself when I get back?"

"Okay." Xiao Ye replied without hesitation.

That afternoon, the news spread from the palace to the logistics park.

Pei Yu was squatting at the warehouse entrance, holding a small notebook and learning to write down the cargo numbers from Qian Dajiang.

Gu Mingyue came out of the office and waved to him.

Pei Yu.

Pei Yu quickly stood up and jogged over.

"Master."

"The imperial court has approved an event: the Da Yong Cuju Annual Tournament. It will be held in the capital in a month, and Pujitang will be the organizer."

Pei Yu was taken aback.

"A...cuju (ancient Chinese football) tournament?"

He opened his mouth wide in disbelief and blinked.

"Master, are you telling the truth?"

Gu Mingyue nodded.

Pei Yu's pupils suddenly dilated.

"Oh my god~~~~~ There's a football tournament!!!"

He was as if he had been set on fire, excitedly stretching out his hands and cheering.

"Long live Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is the most loving ruler in the land!"

"Master! You have no idea!"

Pei Yu blushed with excitement.

"How difficult is it for us to arrange a proper competition normally!"

"Everyone's so arrogant! This one looks down on that one! That one complains about the distance!"

"But this time is different! It's officially organized by the imperial court! Now nobody needs to put on airs! We'll see who's stronger on the field!"

"Don't worry, sir! From north to south, I've invited all the noble young men I know! Not a single one will escape!"

Gu Mingyue smiled as she looked at his energetic demeanor.

"Puji Hall will award 60,000 taels of silver as the grand prize. The first prize will be 30,000 taels, the second prize 20,000 taels, and the third prize 10,000 taels."

Pei Yu was bent over, panting.

Upon hearing that number, I paused for a moment.

Her eyes were full of little stars.

"Sixty thousand taels as a prize?"

Pei Yu swallowed hard.

"Boss, putting everything else aside, just by offering this prize, they come running without even asking for it."

Gu Mingyue nodded in satisfaction.

There's something I need you to do right now.

Pei Yu became excited the moment he heard about the "Cuju Tournament".

It felt like there was a stomping rabbit inside my chest.

The impact made his heart pound.

He's itching to go out right now, unfurl a big flag, and immediately form a team to start the competition.

"Master, please have a seat!"

Pei Yu wiped the chair with his sleeve and quickly and respectfully invited Gu Mingyue to sit down.

He fawned over the teapot and offered a cup of hot tea with both hands.

"Please have some tea, sir, to soothe your throat!"

Gu Mingyue lowered her eyes, took the teacup, and took a small sip.

He then gestured with his chin toward the bench opposite him.

"sit."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yu immediately sat back down on the bench like an obedient large dog.

He stared with bright, sparkling eyes, his hands resting neatly on his knees.

But the leg seemed to have a mind of its own, shaking uncontrollably.

Gu Mingyue leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice:

"This Cuju (ancient Chinese football) tournament is officially sponsored by our Pujitang."

"But do you know who this competition is for?"

Pei Yu paused for a moment, stopped shaking her leg, and blinked her clear, bright eyes.

"Behind the competition? Could it be...?"

He gasped, clutching his chest in alarm.

"For Young Master Gu?!"

Gu Mingyue: "..."

Her hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

Looking at Pei Yu as if he were some kind of extraordinary oddity, he took a deep breath and swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

Hesitant to speak.

She is now completely convinced.

Pei Yu is absolutely not fit to step into the imperial court.

With his peculiar thought process, if he were to transmigrate into some treacherous political drama...

Forget about surviving ten seconds, you won't even make it past the opening theme song before being dragged out and beheaded.

Should I reconsider?

Should we have someone with a bit more shrewdness explain this crucial step in the plan?

Pei Yu looked at her employer who had suddenly fallen silent, feeling somewhat bewildered and at a loss.

He nervously rubbed his fingers back and forth on his knees, fearing that his employer might cancel the prestigious event if he became unhappy.

Indeed, people are under extreme pressure.

If you're willing to squeeze out the excess water in your brain, you'll always be able to spark a little bit of wisdom.

In a flash, Pei Yu suddenly grasped a crucial, fatal connection!

Young Master Gu has a very close relationship with His Majesty!

What is their relationship?

They have a romantic relationship!

Since it concerns the young master, it concerns His Majesty!

Then we can deduce the opposite.

The shocking truth behind this Cuju (ancient Chinese football) tournament is...

Young Master Gu assembled a team, preparing to make a name for himself before His Majesty.

Bo Longyan was overjoyed!

Pei Yu understood!

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Gu Mingyue.

"Master, I understand completely."

He suppressed all his laughter, and his voice suddenly deepened.

He no longer spoke with the usual carefree and irresponsible tone; his attitude was serious.

"This competition is held for His Majesty."

Gu Mingyue raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

I wonder how many twists and turns this kid's mind went through?

But the conclusions reached by these different paths are exactly the same.

It seems that Pei Yu has considerable potential for growth.

She nodded slightly.

Children can be taught.

Gu Mingyue pulled out a sheet of snow-white Xuan paper from her side and spread it out.

"Very good. Now, we will officially establish a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) team under the name of Pujitang."

"You and my brother will lead the team, but you will personally select the specific team members."