Flying Clouds in Another World

Chapter 229: Prince Zhang Walking at Night (Part )

Before Liu Feiyun was reborn, he was just an ordinary worker who had not even attended university. It was not that he did not want to go to university, nor that he was a bad student. It was just that his learning talent was very average, and he only barely reached the score line of an ordinary university by studying hard.

But how could he, an orphan who grew up eating and wearing clothes from many families, afford the high tuition for college? As for applying for student loans, he was unwilling to do so! In the end, he chose to join the army of workers early.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to remember too many poems and songs from his previous life, that is, those he learned in school.

However, in this alien world where martial artists are respected, the level of poetry and songs is far inferior to that of another time and space. Compared with the works of his peers, Liu Feiyun's revised poems and songs are overwhelming.

In fact, they are the dozen or so poems and songs originally written by Liu Feiyun, and their level is also relatively good and excellent works in this alien world.

In the end, after evaluation by a group of literary masters and the spectators, Liu Feiyun's literary talent was once again ranked third.

"It seems that I, Liu Feiyun, am really destined to be the third place!"

Liu Feiyun also sighed in his heart!

The banquet was actually prepared shortly after the poetry competition began. Later, the banquet was held at the same time as the poetry competition. However, there were too many people coming to watch the ceremony, so the banquet had to be spread over several floors. The students' competition was also moved to the VIP area on the top floor after the banquet began.

There were less than two hundred people arranged in the entire VIP area. Apart from these young students, the rest were either the deans of various colleges, or people of prominent status, or people who had close relations with the Liu family or Liu Feiyun.

Gu Qingya looked at Liu Feiyun who was holding a glass cup and reciting the last poem, and felt mixed emotions:

I really didn't expect that this Liu Feiyun, this martial arts waste in many people's mouths! The killing butcher! In addition to his extraordinary talent in military affairs, he is also so outstanding in literary talent! I really didn't make a mistake in him! He is a talent that is easy to win over.

However, the ignorant seventh brother also seemed to have a crush on him. This was not a good sign. Perhaps, I should persuade my eldest brother to personally come forward and win over Liu Feiyun.

Liu Feiyun looks like his mother. Although his mother Chu Bihe was not the school beauty of Taozhu Business School when she was young, she was definitely a beauty with a score of more than 90 points. So his appearance also presents a kind of elegant and handsome appearance. However, due to the influence of a strange disease in his childhood, he looks a little immature, which is very suitable for his current identity as a scholar. This naturally attracts the favor and goodwill of some young girls.

However, He Qingqing, the dream lover that Liu Feiyun secretly loved, did not seem to be on the list. She was absent-minded and looked like she was worried about something.

He Qingqing had a face full of sorrow and was full of worries, so naturally she did not notice that Liu Feiyun's eyes were initially filled with surprise when he saw her, but then slowly turned to disappointment; nor did she notice that in a corner not far from her, a pair of lustful eyes were greedily stealing glances at her body from time to time.

Liu Feiyun finished reciting the last poem to thank the people who came to watch and congratulate him, and the banquet, this apprenticeship meeting, came to an end. Gu Qingya was the first to stand up and say goodbye, followed by Gu Qingyu, and then everyone left one after another.

By the time everyone had left, it was already close to the hour of Hai (nine o'clock in the evening).

After bidding farewell to elder sister Liu Qianqian, Liu Feiyun and Chang Xianzhi walked together towards Wende College.

"You guys go ahead, I want to talk to Feiyun alone!"

Chang Xianzhi said to several old lecturers and two other disciples.

After the few people left, Liu Linyun accompanied Chang Xianzhi and walked slowly on the busy night streets of the imperial capital, while their guards formed an inconspicuous protective circle several feet away.

Although it was late at night, there were still many people walking on the street. Although not all of them were dressed beautifully, at least they were all dressed neatly.

Many restaurants and shops on both sides of the street had bright lights on and their doors wide open. Customers came in and out from time to time, so it was obvious that they were all open for business.

Looking into the distance, the towering buildings are brightly lit, showing the prosperity of the imperial capital Changluo.

"Feiyun, when you look at this prosperous night scene, do you have the illusion that the empire is at its peak and extremely prosperous?" Chang Xianzhi walked slowly and said slowly.

Liu Feiyun was stunned!

"illusion!?"

"Feiyun, do you still remember the boatloads of poor people who sold themselves into slavery when we first met?"

"Poor people!? Master, are you trying to say that the rich are feasting and drinking, while the poor are freezing to death on the streets?"

"The rich are feasting and drinking, while the poor are freezing on the streets!? Hahaha! Your poem really hits the nail on the head! It really hits the nail on the head for my master! In fact, how many people on this street can be considered wealthy? On the contrary, many of those who participated in the master-disciple celebration today can be considered wealthy. But among these people, how many of them care about the people? How many of them are willing to do something practical for the people? The vast majority of them are just rats who only know how to exploit the people and don't care about their lives!"

After hearing what Chang Xianzhi said, Liu Feiyun blushed slightly: The big rat mentioned by this master seems to include a little one like me!

For a moment, Liu Feiyun didn't know how to interface.

Silence, the two fell into silence!

I don't know how far I walked or how long I walked. The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and the lights on both sides of the street also dimmed.

Chang Xianzhi suddenly asked in a low voice: "Feiyun, how much do you know about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Liu Feiyun felt a headache again:

What was supposed to come finally came!

At first, my father warned me many times not to get involved in the fight for the throne among the princes.

Later, Zhou Banxia also said that if he was involved, he would be in great danger.

But in the end, no one knows what Zhou Banxia was thinking or how he persuaded his father, but he actually wanted to take Inkstone Washer Chang Xianzhi as his master and become his disciple.

Chang Xianzhi is the prince's literary teacher, a key figure among the prince's direct lineage! If I become Chang Xianzhi's disciple, wouldn't I become the prince's junior fellow apprentice? It would be impossible for me not to be involved in the disputes among the princes!

Look, it’s here now!

Liu Feiyun pondered for a long time before answering hesitantly: "The Crown Prince!... He must be very wise and brave!... Otherwise,... Your Majesty...why...would you make him... the Crown Prince!"