coobybook Chapter 241 When Will the Moon Appear?
Chapter 241 When Will the Moon Appear?
Live carefully every moment.
Just as she was thinking this, she turned her head and glanced at Song Wenqin who was standing beside her.
The lines of his profile are firm, giving people a sense of stability and gentleness.
Coincidentally, he was also looking at her.
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to soften.
With a slight smile, she used her wide sleeves as a cover and quietly held his hand.
Warm and strong hands convey a sense of security, making people feel that nothing is insurmountable.
"Don't worry, I can handle it."
She said firmly, her tone showing great confidence.
"Okay, I'll protect you."
He responded gently, his words were brief but powerful, as if they could repel all difficulties and obstacles in the world.
Both of them showed warm smiles, as if they had found a small world belonging to each other in this cold and ruthless palace.
At this time, Chen Zhong suddenly walked to the front with steady steps, obviously having something important to report.
"Miss Song, His Highness said we can start now."
Chen Zhong's voice was steady and powerful, without a trace of fluctuation, but his words hinted at the importance of the major event that was about to begin.
Hearing this, Jiang Jinhe looked up at the first person.
As expected, Murong Xi was already sitting there, with an elegant and calm posture, showing the demeanor of a king; when he noticed that she was looking at him, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and gave her a faint smile.
Jiang Jinhe turned her gaze away gently, but accidentally met another pair of smiling eyes - the eyes belonging to Ming Wang Murong Xue.
The prince had a smile in his eyes and seemed very friendly, but who knew what was hidden behind this friendliness?
It seems that these two princes have noticed her presence.
Although he was shaken inwardly, he remained calm on the surface and withdrew his gaze, replying calmly, "Okay, then, let's proceed according to the plan I told you before."
"As you wish, Manager Song."
Afterwards, he nodded to Murong Xi as a sign of politeness and respect, and walked towards the platform where the singing and dancing performance was about to begin. His steps were calm and unhurried, as if everything was in his hands.
After the announcement, cheers and whispers were heard all around.
It was obvious that everyone was full of anticipation and curiosity about the upcoming event.
Several people who looked like students stood up and asked when the second half of the poem would be announced!
Young people are always so enthusiastic, and their curiosity about the unknown makes it difficult for them to hide their excitement.
"Please be patient, this part will be carried out soon. Before that, we need to count how many participants have attempted to write the next verse."
Chen Zhong explained patiently, his gentle tone revealing an irresistible sense of majesty.
After hearing this, there was a burst of whispers and discussions at the scene.
"Is there really anyone capable of completing this task? Deep down, I don't really believe there is such a person."
A middle-aged man shook his head with a look of doubt on his face.
"It's really difficult. Even if my brother studied hard for ten years, he would probably still find it difficult to write an article like this."
Another listener added, with a barely perceptible hint of regret in his eyes.
"I once tried to write part of it, but ultimately failed... Well, let's not talk about the past. What I want most now is to know the answer as soon as possible."
The third person sighed and spoke frankly.
"Like you, I couldn't sleep for several nights because of this incident, and I couldn't calm down at all."
His friends around him echoed, their tone revealing obvious anxiety.
In fact, so far no one has been able to successfully complete the requirements put forward by Chen Zhong.
Chen Zhong's move was just to stimulate the enthusiasm of the audience and create a warm atmosphere.
When he felt that the crowd around him had been fully aroused, he stepped onto the stage again, ready to announce the true situation.
As the words fell, soft yet regretful sighs were heard from everyone present.
"Just as I expected, this ending was indeed to be expected. The difficulty level was so high that no one could take it on."
One of the gentlemen said with deep emotion.
"I think the same as you. Perhaps the original author deliberately set up such a difficult problem to make all the participants feel his helplessness at that time?"
Another person immediately echoed, as if he had seen deeper meaning behind this challenge.
"Hearing your words, I feel like I've suddenly understood. You said it so well!"
The people next to them nodded in agreement, expressing their approval of the other party's views.
"But I heard that this song has been chosen as the opening piece for the gala!"
Suddenly someone changed the subject.
"But even with this arrangement, it doesn't prove how great this work is. What if the original author's writing is also of mediocre quality?"
Some people still commented with skepticism.
Jiang Jing was sitting alone in a corner that was not too eye-catching but not deliberately out of the public eye. She slowly savored the tea while listening attentively to everyone's different views and opinions on the poem "When Will the Bright Moon Rise".
The phenomenon that scholars throughout history have often despised each other and are unwilling to admit the strengths of others is vividly demonstrated here.
She couldn't help but wonder to herself.
At this moment, the clear and loud sound of a gong broke the silent air and brought everyone's attention back to the stage.
Chen Zhong announced in an extremely serious and formal manner: "Now we will reveal the undisclosed ending of 'When Will the Moon Rise'!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell into an unprecedented silence.
Then, under the anticipation of everyone, Chen Zhong waved his hand gently as a signal, and then two waiters carried a carefully arranged stand and slowly walked towards the center of the stage.
On one side of the shelf, the existing upper half of the contents were neatly arranged, while on the other side there was a new piece of paper with the long-awaited lower half of the contents written on it.
The audience's hearts were in their throats. Everyone was very excited and kept looking around, trying to get a glimpse of the mystery of the content from various angles.
Suddenly, Ming Wang Rong Muxue, who was sitting as steady as a mountain on the high platform, stood up abruptly from his seat as if awakened by a mysterious force. This sudden action made the originally noisy voices in the whole venue stop abruptly and became unusually quiet.
Jiang Jinhe's seat happened to be near the front row, and he could clearly hear the conversation between him and King Chen - Rong Muxue expressed his desire to appreciate this masterpiece firsthand and politely asked if such a request was appropriate.
A proud smile appeared on King Chen's face, and he nodded in agreement.
Immediately afterwards, he also stood up from his chair.