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

He deliberately leaned forward, lowered his voice a few degrees, and asked, "Sister, I noticed you ate a lot tonight. Do you have any good news?"

This question was so direct and unexpected that Jiang Jinhe almost spit out all the food in his mouth at the other party.

"What are you talking about! What does eating have to do with this kind of thing?!"

She replied hastily.

However, the other person still said sincerely, "Of course it does matter. I remember someone once told me that once a woman is pregnant, she'll eat a lot more..."

"shut up!"

Hearing this, Jiang Jinhe was already furious. She threw the remaining half of the cake in her hand onto the table. "Since you think I shouldn't eat too much, can you let me not eat it?"

It’s really a headache to deal with such an unreliable brother.

At this time, Jiang Yuannian seemed to realize that he had indeed spoken out of turn, and hurriedly pushed some of the snacks in front of him towards Jiang Jinhe.

"Sister, it doesn't matter if you're not pregnant. Just take whatever you want to eat."

However, before he finished speaking, he added, "But this is indeed strange. After all, my sister has been married for such a long time, why is there still no good news?"

Faced with this situation, Jiang Jinhe finally gave up the idea of ​​arguing with him.

Now she finally saw the truth: the so-called brother in front of her was far from being as smart as he appeared, but was actually a complete fool.

Who would normally bring up such a private topic in public?

Suddenly, another deafening gong sounded, attracting everyone present to look towards the platform.

King Chen walked towards the stage with a smile on his face, his steps steady and his face full of energy. He excitedly announced to everyone, "We have carefully selected the two best poems for this competition!"

Suddenly, a buzz of discussion arose again in the crowd.

"Didn't we agree that everyone would judge together? We haven't even seen the poems yet, so why are they suddenly saying there are two best works? And two of them?"

A scribe questioned loudly.

"Look at how proud King Chen is! Those two best poems probably weren't written by someone on King Ming's side!"

Another person, clearly unhappy with the outcome, chimed in.

The crowd below continued to talk, but King Chen made a gesture on the podium, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Everyone immediately stopped their discussion and waited for him to speak.

"This competition collected a total of 137 excellent works, but apart from the two best ones, the rest are really mediocre."

King Chen paused, glanced at the crowd, and continued, "In my opinion, there's no need to appreciate the other less impressive works one by one."

King Chen's words were like a thunderclap, triggering a new round of even more intense reactions among the crowd.

Many people felt insulted and came forward to express their dissatisfaction.

Especially some scholars who followed the King Ming here, several of them who were known as talented people immediately stood up to protest.

"Prince Chen, aren't you exaggerating? Even if our poetry and prose aren't great, the years of hard work and effort we put into studying can't be said to be worthless!"

A young man spoke angrily with a high voice.

Someone nearby added, "That's right! Prince Chen's remarks truly underestimate the hard work of countless students."

"We strongly demand that the results of this competition be judged openly, fairly and impartially!"

Another scribe followed up with a suggestion.

"Agreed! The review process must be transparent and accurate!"

Faced with this sudden situation, Murong Xi sneered, as if he had already anticipated all this, and then ordered the guards around him to hand all the entries to the crowd below for viewing.

The scene suddenly became more lively, and everyone was flipping through the words on the paper.

Soon someone started praising a friend's work loudly:

"Brother Wen, the line 'The moonlight shines brightly on the twelve towers' is truly the finishing touch. It's so beautifully written!"

One reader excitedly shared his thoughts.

Another equally excited friend standing next to him responded, "Words can't describe how good it is. It's absolutely fantastic!"

"Oh, that sounds a bit exaggerated, but Brother Zhang, your 'Autumn Moonlight Full Moon Tower' is also very charming. I need to learn more from it in the future."

Someone next to him continued with a smile.

"No, no, I can't compare to your extraordinary talent, Brother Li."

The person being praised quickly said politely.

In this atmosphere filled with praise and humility, a clear voice suddenly broke the originally harmonious scene and attracted everyone's attention:

"A full moon rises over the sea, and at this moment, we share the ends of the world."

This sentence is concise yet beautiful in its artistic conception, making it unforgettable once heard.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. Those who were about to speak out their praises were stunned, as if they were frozen in time by some force, with the words stuck in their throats, unable to speak or swallow.

Their eyes turned towards the stage at the same time.

When everyone looked towards the stage, they discovered that it was Prince Chen Murong Xi who was holding a piece of paper and softly reciting a poem.

The light shone softly on him, making his gentle face look even more elegant and charming.

"Late at night, I miss my relatives far away, and my heart is filled with deep longing for my relatives and friends..." Prince Chen recited slowly, and every word revealed endless tenderness and longing.

When he read this, he paused and then looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

The moon seemed to be infected by his affection, emitting a faint silver glow.

There was a faint smile on his face, as if he was thinking of a good friend who was far away from home, and his eyes were filled with infinite emotion and warmth.

This sincere feeling infected everyone present, whether they were ladies or children, they were all moved by this pure yet complex emotion.

They unconsciously raised their heads and looked up at the equally bright moon, and the thoughts and emotions in their hearts surged out like a tide.

Even Jiang Jinhe was no exception and was affected by this emotional fluctuation. She listened attentively, with waves in her heart and a lot of feelings.

This work depicting the beautiful scenery under the moon is indeed a masterpiece of all time. Behind the fresh and simple words are deep emotions and resonant pictures that can really touch people's hearts.

The entire banquet hall seemed to be silent because of these lines of poetry. The air was filled with a faintly sad yet warm atmosphere, which moved everyone.

“…looking for good times in dreams.”