Gu Chengyu was not willing to keep writing like this; his purpose for coming today was Hua Lian. How could he continue writing endlessly?
So, he shook his head, "I haven't thought of anything yet!"
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a bit regretful.
Some scholars didn't believe it, having long heard of Gu Chengyu's remarkable quick wit. He never needed to prepare when composing poems; he did it on the spot.
However, they didn't want to expose him. As this was a literature gathering for everyone, although Gu Chengyu was extraordinarily talented, they had all become mere foils. But there was no need to revolve around him all night, was there?
Lu Chen still remembered the previous suggestion, "Then, I wonder if Brother Gu could play and sing the lyric you just composed? It would be a treat for everyone's eyes."
Gu Chengyu pondered for a while before saying, "These two pieces have only lyrics, and I haven't delved deeply into the music."
