The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

A young man in gorgeous but slightly wrinkled clothes suddenly stood up.

"Princess Han, Princess Chen, I have something urgent to do at home. I will take my leave now."

Several self-proclaimed talented people were trembling half way up.

The woman next to her smiled softly, holding a round fan and half covering her face.

"We usually compete in poetry and drinking or appreciate flowers and the moon. Money goes in one hand and out the other, faster than the passing wind!"

There was a cunning gleam in her eyes and a hint of playfulness in her words, which made everyone laugh again.

Those students who wanted to stand up and run away pretended to shake off the dust on their clothes and sat back in their seats.

Another woman interrupted.

"Set up a literary fund? I'm afraid we should set up a 'self-help fund' first!"

Just when the atmosphere was about to slide into the abyss of "self-mockery".

A seemingly inconspicuous scholar slowly stood up. He was dressed simply, but his eyes were extremely firm.

"Everyone, don't underestimate our strength.

Although we seem free and unrestrained on weekdays.

But if we can gather small things to make a big thing, and gather some grains of sand to make a big thing, why not worry about not being able to gather them into a river to nourish the dry fields of literature?

We can hold literary gatherings, make friends through poetry, and attract sponsorship.

Or you can give lectures and impart knowledge, which not only spreads culture but also generates profits.

In this way, we will not only live up to our talents, but also benefit the poor students. Why not do it?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned at first, and then looked at each other.

Several students' eyes gradually lit up.

Yes, who says scholars are useless?

As long as you have good intentions, your creativity will be limitless.

Even in this flashy world, you can still shine with a different light.

"Haha, what a great idea!"

A bold and talented man slammed the table and stood up.

The situation was getting out of control.

Liu Jingshu has always been very good at managing her facial expressions, but at this moment she couldn't help herself.

"It is said that if you want to rule others, you must first rule yourself. If we help others without managing our own lives, isn't it too easy to lead them astray?"

When the scholars around heard this, some clapped their hands and laughed, while others nodded in a solemn manner, their eyes flashing with admiration for the unusual insights of this talented woman.

Liu Jingshu gently placed the teacup on the table, paused before continuing to speak with a hint of teasing in her voice.

"Oh, I'm not pouring cold water on you. I'm just reminding you that although we can't do one good deed every day, we should at least not do one bad deed every day.

I know that my sister has good intentions, but it is not appropriate to meddle in other people's affairs. My sister's suggestion is so good, why not have a chat with King Chen in the evening? Well, this way it will come faster. "

As soon as these words were spoken, the scholars laughed so hard that they fell down all over the place. Some of them held their stomachs, and some slapped their thighs.

The entire banquet hall instantly turned into a sea of ​​joy.

They didn't dare to tease Princess Chen openly, but they were very presumptuous towards the women around them.

Liu Yaoyao glanced at Liu Jingshu sideways, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised up in a meaningful arc.

Hey, girl, this is just the beginning.

Your expression betrays you.

Good show.

She prepared a whole basket of them carefully.

"Oh my, Sister Jingshu, what you said is really ridiculous."

Liu Yaoyao deliberately prolonged the tone of her voice, her voice full of teasing.

“This princess remembers that the original intention of the Han Palace’s literary club was indeed to promote the prosperity of Lingguo’s culture.

But don't forget that every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country.

Although the big guys are scholars, they are not saviors. Although the goal is to have the carefree and elegant style of "the boat has gone from here, and the rivers and seas will be the rest of my life", plus a little bit of the elegance and nobleness of "talking and laughing with great scholars, and there are no unlearned people around."

She changed the subject, her eyes flashing with a cunning light.

"But don't forget that 'providing shelter to the poor and bringing joy to all the poor and needy' is the aspiration of your literary club.

Although one must first manage one's own "three-acre land" in an orderly manner, compose poems and songs at will, and have a wealth of articles in mind, it is also necessary to contribute to the cultural prosperity of Ling State.

You say, is this the truth? "

Liu Yaoyao's words not only demonstrated her literary background, but also gave Liu Jingshu a gentle "counterattack" at the right time.

The scholars present all cast approving glances at her, and at the same time they secretly admired the wit and humor of this talented woman.

"Haha, Sister Yaoyao, what you said is wrong."

Liu Jingshu is not a pushover. She quickly adjusted her attitude and her smile grew wider.

“We may not be able to change the world in one day, but if every drop of water is combined, it can become rivers, lakes and seas.

Although the literary club is small, it is an indispensable drop of water in the cultural ocean of Ling State.

Every article we write and every poem we recite is adding color to this ocean and making the cultural tree of Lingguo more flourishing. "

"As for you, Sister Yaoyao, let's learn from each other and make progress together.

Our goal is to let the cultural light of Lingguo illuminate every corner, so that every poor scholar can find his or her own warm harbor in the ocean of knowledge."

The two of them exchanged words, sparks flying, but they remained graceful, which made the scholars present watch with great interest and applaud.

Humph, you little brat, with your level, you still want to fight with her.

The two women's eyes were blazing with fire, reflecting the same words.

"Haha, Sister Jingshu, I am completely impressed by your eloquence!"

Liu Yaoyao pretended to retreat, but her eyes were shining with excitement.

“However, this princess must remind you that the literature club is not just a place for words to be piled up, but also a place for the collision of ideas.

If the Han Palace can make the cultural tree of Lingguo more flourishing, bear the fruit of wisdom, and let everyone who tastes it feel the power of culture, then this princess will believe it. "

She paused, a sly look in her eyes.

"So, this princess proposes that the literature club can hold regular 'fruit of wisdom' sharing sessions, with everyone bringing their own 'fruit'.

Whether it is unique insights, profound thoughts, or little wisdom in life, you can share them with everyone.

In this way, we can not only make progress together, but also make the literature club a refreshing force in Lingguo's cultural world!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scholars' eyes lit up, as if they saw a new world slowly unfolding before them.

They began to discuss enthusiastically, and some suggested setting up a "wonderful idea corner" to encourage everyone to use their creativity.

Others suggested holding a "Poetry Contest" to pass on the joy of literature amid laughter.

Liu Jingshu was not to be outdone, she took over the conversation with a smile.

"Sister Yaoyao's idea is really brilliant!

However, I think we should talk about this later. The most important thing now is to set up a "literary clinic" to solve the difficult and complicated problems encountered by everyone in literary creation. Everyone can diagnose and treat each other, and ensure that the medicine is effective and the disease is cured!"

When the scholars heard this proposal, they smiled and expressed their agreement.