sbdcsierra Chapter 243 Can’t write anymore
Chapter 243 Can’t write anymore
As Jiang Jinhe was about to stand up, Chen Zhong hurried over.
She had no choice but to sit back in her seat, frowning slightly, wondering what news he would bring.
"Shopkeeper Song, His Highness hopes to add a poetry competition to this event and invites you to participate."
Chen Zhong said while panting, and it was obvious that he had been running for a while, with sweat on his forehead.
"I?"
Jiang Jinhe was a little surprised and unconsciously said something to refuse, "I really can't write poetry."
She knew in her heart that if she really wanted to compose a poem herself, it would be a very difficult task for her.
But Chen Zhong just smiled slightly, and seemed to be prepared for Jiang Jinhe's answer.
"Shopkeeper Song, please don't be so polite. I saw you write the poem 'When Will the Bright Moon Rise' with my own eyes, so it shouldn't be wrong."
He said this in a half-joking tone, as if he took the request for granted.
Jiang Jinhe's mouth twitched and he sighed inwardly.
It's really annoying to have to explain this matter again.
"I've already explained to you, 'When Will the Bright Moon Rise' is a masterpiece written by someone else. I simply borrowed it to add some color to the opening of Full Moon Tower."
There was a hint of helplessness in her tone, but she still tried to remain calm.
"Oh no," Chen Zhong repeatedly shook his hands in protest. "Manager Song, there's no need to be so modest. We've already done our homework and the poet you're talking about doesn't exist in Daliang or even in the surrounding countries. I know you like to keep a low profile..."
At this point, he lowered his voice and his expression grew serious. "...But this time, it concerns His Highness's reputation. Please do not refuse. If things really get out of hand, His Highness's wrath will be very difficult to deal with!"
The implicit threat in Chen Zhong's words made Jiang Jinhe frown.
Power is sometimes more terrifying than money. With it, a person can become confident and easily suppress others.
As a commoner, she had no choice but to obey.
"Okay, but I have a request."
Jiang Jinhe finally compromised, but she still had some conditions in mind that required the other party to agree to.
"Shopkeeper Song, please go ahead."
Jiang Jinhe actually didn't have a headache about writing. After all, he had memorized so many poems since he was a child, and a poem he composed could amaze the people present.
Those beautiful sentences of the ancients had already left a deep impression in her mind. She only needed to gently adjust them to create new works.
However, she didn't want to work in vain, she had to get some benefits from it.
She is well aware of her talent and value, and believes that they should not be exploited in vain. She must find a way to gain some practical benefits or favors. This is the wise choice.
At this moment, it was obviously inappropriate to directly ask to leave, so she said, "I haven't thought of the specific conditions yet. Let's just say that His Highness owes me a favor."
This sentence not only gave Chen Zhong a way out, but also left room for some future transaction.
It seems that this matter had been discussed with Murong Xi before, and Chen Zhong agreed without saying a word.
Obviously, the tacit understanding between Murong Xi and Chen Zhong is also very good. They can understand each other without much words.
Soon, the poetry competition began.
The atmosphere of the competition was very tense, and everyone held their breath, preparing for the upcoming cultural feast.
This time, King Ming had obviously made sufficient preparations. He brought more than a dozen talented people with him, and many of them were famous talents in the capital.
These people are all well-known on their own, and now that they are gathered together, it will undoubtedly increase the competitive pressure of this competition.
In comparison, King Chen's lineup seemed much inferior.
This is not just a gap in numbers, but more importantly, there is a significant difference in overall strength.
No wonder they are so eager for Jiang Jinhe to join the competition, hoping to use her talent to turn the situation around.
The rules are straightforward: create a piece centered around the moon within the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and then be judged by everyone present.
Although the rules of this competition are simple, they require contestants to have superb on-the-spot adaptability and solid literary foundation.
After the topic was announced, Jiang Jinhe was a little surprised.
It turns out that the poem "When Will the Bright Moon Rise" is already a top-notch work praising the moon, but His Royal Highness Prince Chen still decided to compete again with the same theme. Does he really believe that he can create another masterpiece?
She couldn't help but feel a little doubtful about her own abilities, but at the same time she was deeply moved by the trust of His Royal Highness Prince Chen.
Later, Jiang Yuannian found out the truth: it was King Ming who proposed the challenge with the moon as the theme, because he knew that it was King Chen who first proposed the idea of the competition.
This discovery made Jiang Jing feel even more incredible, and at the same time she also realized that the other party was indeed well prepared.
Jiang Jinhe sneered, "Do you think the Ming King, who has come from afar to keep his appointment, would fight a battle he is not sure of?"
There was a clear hint of sarcasm in her words, revealing her insight into the deeper intentions behind Ming Wang's actions.
Jiang Yuannian suddenly came to his senses.
"Sister, you mean to say that the King of Ming had long anticipated this contest, and had poems about the moon prepared long ago, and is just waiting for us to bring it up."
He suddenly understood and felt a sense of admiration in his heart, but he was also secretly worried about Jiang Jinhe.
Jiang Jinhe nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed with the other party's statement.
This kind of plot is perfectly normal in the complicated palace struggle dramas in history.
"This is how to do?"
Jiang Yuannian suddenly became anxious, his voice revealing obvious nervousness. "The strength of the people that Prince Chen has brought is too weak. If you lose this match, you will definitely be punished."
"What direct relationship does their victory or defeat have to me?"
Jiang Jinhe spoke calmly, without much emotion in his tone.
"But..." Jiang Yuannian's expression became somewhat awkward. He looked around cautiously and continued in a low voice, "Haven't you already composed a poem called 'When Will the Bright Moon Rise'? Do you think you can create a better poem now?"
Hearing this, Jiang Jinhe raised her eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised by the question.
“Who says you can’t write more after you’ve only written one song?”
She responded lightly.
Seeing her confident attitude, Jiang Yuannian's face showed an incredible expression: "Can you really do this?"
"That's a given."
She gave a very firm answer.
Jiang Yuan exclaimed in a young voice: "Alright, she really is my amazing little sister!"
"Please don't forget, I am the sister you once chose to abandon."
She said coldly.
There was a brief silence between the two of them...
Just as they were talking in low and slightly argumentative tones, several waiters came over quickly and began to tidy up the remaining fruit plates on the table and placed new pens, ink, paper and inkstones.