Since Xi Yan was observing Gu Chengyu's calligraphy, there was a pause. Everyone was initially sitting upright, planning to listen to Gu Jieyuan's poetry.
In recent years, only a few of Gu Chengyu's poems have circulated. These were released during previous imperial examinations and the Imperial College's monthly exams. If there hadn't been some news coming out of the monthly exams, people would have almost forgotten about him.
This time, meeting Gu Chengyu was a coincidence, and they were all somewhat eagerly anticipating it.
"Miss Xi Yan, is Gu Jieyuan's poetry so remarkable that it stunned you? Could it be a work for the ages? Why not read it for us to appreciate?"
At this point, Huang Junheng became curious, and even Min Feng found it hard to keep his composure.
