The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Immediately afterwards, a thin incense candle about ten centimeters long was lit on the stage.

This means that the game is about to begin.

The contestants in the audience behaved differently: some scholars frowned, obviously thinking hard for a suitable topic; some raised their heads to gaze at the bright and clear full moon in the night sky; and some kept talking to themselves, as if to cheer themselves up.

Even Jiang Yuannian was completely immersed in the upcoming cultural feast.

On the other hand, the scholars under the King Ming seemed to be confident and had already started writing furiously.

There was confidence and calmness in their eyes, and they seemed to be full of confidence in this competition.

Only Jiang Jinhe was not in a hurry to start writing. He was still leisurely eating snacks on the table.

Her calm demeanor showed no sign of any pressure.

She had a faint smile on her face, as if all this was just commonplace for her and she didn't take it to heart at all.

King Chen, who was sitting in a high position, was obviously unable to sit still.

He kept changing his posture, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

When he heard that the competition was to write a new poem with the moon as the theme, he knew that he had been tricked by his eighth brother again.

This proposal was obviously disadvantageous to him, but his opponent had already prepared everything.

He thought that it was extremely rare that Jiang Jinhe was able to create that poem by chance last time. If she tried again, it would probably be difficult for her to replicate the success.

Her talent is indeed amazing, but it was just a coincidence after all, and it is impossible for her to be so outstanding every time.

Seeing her attitude now, it seemed like she had no intention of participating in the competition, and I felt even more disappointed.

King Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Is this the end of the competition?

Is there really no way to save it?

However, the Mingwang next to him maintained a high level of enthusiasm.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement.

He was also very curious, whether a person who could write such excellent works could create even more amazing works?

If this is true, then he must try to get Jiang Jinhe to join his side no matter what, so as to ensure victory.

The incense was half burned out, and Jiang Yuannian began to feel nervous for Jiang Jinhe.

His eyes kept scanning Jiang Jinhe, his brows furrowed.

"Jing'er, if you feel you can't do it, why don't I try to write it for you?"

As he spoke, he handed over the brush, his tone filled with a hint of uneasiness and anticipation.

After glancing at the first few words he wrote, Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Is the cultural level of this country so low?

The moon in the sky illuminates the earth?

What is this stuff?

It turns out that my third brother's literary talent is so poor.

"What the hell is this? Just a few words of crap?"

She said this with some disdain.

After hearing this, Jiang Yuannian hummed and handed her the brush.

"Come here if you don't agree."

He looked at Jiang Jinhe provocatively, seemingly unconvinced.

Jiang Jinhe also snorted lightly, took the paper with only half of the beginning written on it, and directly crossed out the sentence about the skylight and the groundlight.

Too cheap.

After thinking about it for a while, I quickly wrote down a new beginning:

"A glass of wine when the flowers bloom, drinking alone with no one to accompany me."

Jiang Yuannian took a look and was so nervous that he dared not move, for fear that his every move would disturb Jiang Jinhe's flowing inspiration.

Every stroke of his sister's hand filled him with wonder, mixed with a subtle hint of pride and nervousness.

Jiang Jinhe finished it in one stroke, and handed him the paper and pen as if he was confident.

"Give it to you."

She spoke lightly, as if she had just accomplished something extremely simple.

However, in Jiang Yuannian's eyes, it was no less than obtaining a precious treasure.

Jiang Yuannian was stunned for a moment, and with slightly trembling hands he took the piece of paper with beautiful words on it, and hurriedly looked at it carefully.

After reciting it silently several times in my mind, every word seemed to come alive and jump in my heart.

He was so excited at that time that he almost wanted to stand up immediately and loudly announce his surprising discovery!

This work is truly mind-blowingly good.

Just when I was about to say a few words of praise to my sister to express my inner excitement at the moment, I found that she had already started writing the next poem.

This speed and talent can't help but make people feel awe.

Driven by curiosity, he looked at the paper in front of Jiang Jinhe again, and what he saw surprised him.

Could it be true, as everyone said, that his inconspicuous little sister actually became the legendary immortal poet?

It seems that what she mentioned before about an old man with a long beard who once gave her mysterious guidance was not completely fictional.

If this is not the case, how do we explain the miracle happening before our eyes?

Jiang Jinhe had just put down the brush in his hand when the sound of a gong was heard from the stadium, indicating that the end of the game had arrived.

Each participant needs to hand over the article he or she has just completed to the staff for unified management, and present it to King Chen and King Ming in turn for review and evaluation, and finally pass it back to everyone for appreciation and discussion.

At this time, Jiang Jinhe clearly felt all kinds of gazes coming from all directions. Some people were very curious and seemed to want to know who this person was; some observers were exploring the unknown and trying to dig out the story behind this woman who suddenly became famous; there were also some people who were looking forward to seeing what interesting things would happen next, and they were whispering and talking in the crowd.

"See?" a clear voice came from somewhere. "That's the woman. She actually built Yue Man Lou with her own hands."

"Not only that, I heard that the widely circulated poem 'When Will the Bright Moon Appear?' was also written by her."

"How is this possible? How could a woman like her write such beautiful and moving poetry?"

"Don't be suspicious for too long. She just participated in the poetry competition. The results will be announced soon. We will know the outcome then."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. I don't believe her talent can flow endlessly and she can create another poem as good as 'When Will the Bright Moon Rise'. It's simply impossible!"

"I don't think it's credible either. In my opinion, that new piece she just wrote must be terrible. It might even be too bad to be read to the end."

After putting away the writing utensils, the servants quickly brought a new fruit plate and snacks.

Various desserts and pastries are placed on exquisite small plates.

Jiang Jinhe listened to the whispers of the people around him while leisurely savoring the pastry in his hand.

When she finished eating one, Song Wenqin beside her would always hand her another piece of delicious food at the right time.

Just as Jiang Jinhe was immersed in this pleasant enjoyment, Jiang Yuannian suddenly approached.